Axel King
Oct 12th, 2003, 06:15:31 PM
Axel stepped casually into the smoke-filled environment that formed the majority of Poseidon's Gate. Even from his few seconds of exposure, he knew that this was the place he needed to be. A place full of lowlifes, who might actually be able to answer some of his questions. Not like those brainless animals back in Mos Eisley...Axel sighed, before striding up to the bar, and ordering "Something blue".
Out of reflex, Axel's shoulders twiched slightly, testing that the familiar weight of his two swords, crossed across his back, remained where it should be. As he reached into his pocket to get out some money to pay the barman, his hand brushed one half of the pair blaster pistols holstered at his waist. Another movement reminded him of the various other weapons that he carried. Axel smiled to himself. He liked to be prepared.
Pulling his glasses down so that they rested on the tip of his nose, he scanned the bar with his eyes. He spotted a few distinctive characters...bounty hunters and mercenaries, no doubt. They probably wouldn't be assassins...at least, not good ones, at any rate. They would all be lurking in the shadows.
Axel flicked his glasses back up over his eyes again, and drank a little from his glass, savouring the warm feeling that crept through his body as he swallowed. Reaching out behind him with the toes of his left foot, he hooked a stool, pulled it underneath him, and sat down.
Out of reflex, Axel's shoulders twiched slightly, testing that the familiar weight of his two swords, crossed across his back, remained where it should be. As he reached into his pocket to get out some money to pay the barman, his hand brushed one half of the pair blaster pistols holstered at his waist. Another movement reminded him of the various other weapons that he carried. Axel smiled to himself. He liked to be prepared.
Pulling his glasses down so that they rested on the tip of his nose, he scanned the bar with his eyes. He spotted a few distinctive characters...bounty hunters and mercenaries, no doubt. They probably wouldn't be assassins...at least, not good ones, at any rate. They would all be lurking in the shadows.
Axel flicked his glasses back up over his eyes again, and drank a little from his glass, savouring the warm feeling that crept through his body as he swallowed. Reaching out behind him with the toes of his left foot, he hooked a stool, pulled it underneath him, and sat down.