[center][color=808B96][h2][b]H a m l i n   T e t h[/b][/h2]Nar Shaddaa [b]-[/b] Refugee Sector[/color][/center]
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Running his fingers over the thin stubble along his jawline, Hamlin stared intently at the table before him. It had all come down to the wire, everything before had led up to this moment. Blood, sweat, tears, for the last thirty minutes, Hamlin had been under some the most intense stress of his life. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward, watching the man who sat across the table intensely, waiting for the next few minutes to pass. And there it was.

Hamlin's flat lip turned into a triumphant smirk as the man across from him made his move, he'd dug his own grave - now there was no way out for the man across from him as Hamlin glanced up towards him, shrugging his shoulders. [color=FA8633]"Good game."[/color] Hamlin uttered plainly with a smirk, slapping down the +2 card onto the table in front of him, giving Hamlin a perfect Pazaak. Laughing as he watched the man across from him throw down his side deck in frustration, the pilot shrugged as he leaned forward, snatching away the credits they'd bet for as he glanced over to the table he'd been watching for the past few hours.

Hamlin had arrived at the cantina many hours before, and while he'd seen Mol sitting at the table for some time, he hadn't approached the Zabrak, more interested on waiting for the others he'd been told he would be working with to arrive. He'd been so engrossed in the game that he had missed the majority of them seemingly entering. Sitting back for a moment or two, he let his eyes drift over each individual, taking in every feature as he regarded them from a distance. The Nautolan he saw first seemed uneasy, uncomfortable with where he was. The human male, he seemed much more in tune with the sort of work they would likely be given, more in tune with that darker side of the galaxy. There was the human female then, he got the impression from her he usually got from soldiers, she had that air about her, even from a distance, of experience. Most curious to Hamlin of all was the hooded man who approached. He raised an eyebrow as he saw the wrappings around his eyes, able to recognize the species - he had known Miraluka during the Jedi Civil War, but it was curious to him to see one now, and - one who wasn't a Jedi.

Sighing, Hamling glanced back over to the table before him, standing as he picked up and collected his Pazaak deck. Sliding the credits into his pocket, he adjusted the collar of the flight suit he still wore, partially unzipped at the moment, before he turned to begin approaching the table. Shuffling his deck, he glanced over each of the individuals again as he approached, clearing his throat somewhat, as if to make himself known before he stopped. [color=FA8633]"So, this is the chumps anonymous meeting?"[/color] He queried with a slight smirk, looking over those present, having missed the introductions due to his distraction at the card table.