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It was dark damp night on the surface of the smugglers moon and as always the most shady characters were out on the prowl one's again. Radec was inbetween jobs and needed a form of distraction with his feeling of restlessnes. Soldiers get that way. Time's of peace confuses them and there was little exception in Radec's case, he also didn't fit in well with society... his appearance and shark like features made him quite fit in well in these surroundings. He was a somewhat nearhuman due to his chemical dependencise which made him an outcast in the eyes of fellow humans. He decided to get away from it all abit and dissapear again for a while the contracts the moff's presented were stale and underpayed. Narr Shaddaa had some of the most rugged cantina's. It was here however that credits were spilled most frequently, he looked at the promenade and the people walking it at the late hour along with him. His thoughts spaced about.

Ah, another day another mudball to walk across, this is no soldiers life. I had infisioned a tottale difrent carreer for myself. I want power and respect! i'l achieve my goals, i'm sure i'l find avenue to a proper purpose. For now i'l mingle with these freaks of the smugglers moon, from behind my visor there all blooded red already actualy putting them out of there misery was but a small trivial and meaningless task. I walked passed a few cantina's there were thug's all round these parts they preferred to leave Radec alone aslong as he provided them the same curticey.


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