He didn't really like talking via subspace... Lacked that personal flair... And there were few people more personal than the Blue Star Pirates... so why
not send a message to their head honcho. A friend who hadn't heard from Colton Hunter in a long time. As a matter of fact, the man had just disappeared
to parts unknown, something about something he had to do... then again there was the rumor of his capture by a Sith vessel. So the fact that Colt had sent Jay
a message, might have surprised the pirate. Always a plus, he was someone, who while a friend, was a person you needed to keep on his toes... the fact made
Colt smile now, in the cantina he had chosen for their meeting. Mos Eisley was a great place for criminals such as the two of them. He sipped lightly on his
Corellian whiskey, but wound up setting it aside as he awaited his arrival.
He was a bit more gaunt then their last meeting, wearing all black, a sort of latice-work armor sewn into his armor. He admired one of the Twi'lek dancing girls for a bit, one hand resting beneath the fold of his cloak, upon the lightsaber at his hip... a recent addition he had made prior to leaving Felucia, where he had sent the subspace message to Jay enroute to Tatooine. His eyes were a dark silver-grey, but there was a tint of red to them... whether that was due to lack of sleep or something far more insidious, was anyone's guess... after all, when he had met Jay, he had only been a regular Corellian with a lightsaber, which was destroyed... With luck he wouldn't know of his connection to the Force... or his connection to the Sith, aside from the man who he and Jay had fought on Corellia... He still didn't know that that had been his brother. He didn't peg Mertaal as an idiot though, and was sure he had an idea of who he was... maybe he just thought he was a Jedi... he laughed at that thought, drawing a few odd looks as he turned to look toward the door.
He was a bit more gaunt then their last meeting, wearing all black, a sort of latice-work armor sewn into his armor. He admired one of the Twi'lek dancing girls for a bit, one hand resting beneath the fold of his cloak, upon the lightsaber at his hip... a recent addition he had made prior to leaving Felucia, where he had sent the subspace message to Jay enroute to Tatooine. His eyes were a dark silver-grey, but there was a tint of red to them... whether that was due to lack of sleep or something far more insidious, was anyone's guess... after all, when he had met Jay, he had only been a regular Corellian with a lightsaber, which was destroyed... With luck he wouldn't know of his connection to the Force... or his connection to the Sith, aside from the man who he and Jay had fought on Corellia... He still didn't know that that had been his brother. He didn't peg Mertaal as an idiot though, and was sure he had an idea of who he was... maybe he just thought he was a Jedi... he laughed at that thought, drawing a few odd looks as he turned to look toward the door.
