SithLore

Well after a fun 2 week run playing master at arms of some nameless ship, here i am. 150 credits to my name, still owing enough to want a new name but i might find a good place to grab a bite. I'm Miko Mango, just some run of the mill rapscallion looking to figure out the next couple of weeks and hopefully pay back some people that i owe way too much money to!

"He's back in town?" the Human asked, sliding two fingers to his mouth and taking a deep draw from the cigarra wedged between them.

Ignoring the plume of smoke that followed, filling the air with the sharp, distinct scent of rashallo leaves, the grey skinned non-Human nodded in confirmation. Miko Mango owed money to the wrong people, and his disappearance the two weeks prior had been interpreted as him ducking out on his debt. The Human hovered his cigarra before his lips, considering his options. Mango was scum, that much everyone knew, but maiming or killing him meant that he'd never get repaid. Worse, the other sentients Mango owed money to, of which there were many, might not take kindly to eliminating their opportunity to be repaid.

"Let's get the boys from the Gulch together and pay him a visit, then," the Human told their grey-skinned companion, as he flicked his cigarra into the nearest glass.