Suav Glaive. The greediest and most hated Bounty Hunter that ever came out of Tatooine. He was as usual with his trusty ol' helmet on, his face hidden as always, remaining mysterious. Of everyone, he isn't drinking anything, only sitting there at a seat, staring at the opposite crimson leather cushion seat facing him. Staring at it from out his visor. He was waiting for his drink that he won't drink. Just going to be there for display.
Of course, there was a fight going on outside. But what does Suav care? It's not his fight, just the usual scuffle between the Sith and the Jedi in a not so usual spot. Nasty chaps really. He was just there to get his drink, find a bounty, and maybe make a bit of some money. He just needs a ship... since some bastard shot down his Slave I and blown it to smithereens. Right out of the orbit! Glaive took his time to reflect on that, reflecting on how he killed that schutta with his crush gaunts just like that. Serves him right.
Sun Jun 14, 2009 9:23 am