[center][h1][color=gold]Arx Sakal[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
[color=gold]Anchorage | Last Resort Cantina[/color]

It took Arx about 200 hundred seconds before he got into trouble. Before even getting off the ship, the pilot had sent a message to his dealer, only to discover the contact was already in position. He pushed his way quickly through the crowds as soon as he was cleared to leave the Noreaster behind for his personal business. In just over three minutes, the corpse of the dealer hit the floor as Arx tucked his blaster back into its holster. He flipped up his collar and quickly ducked out of the aisle to blend into the crowd. These sorts of deals gone wrong were just common here. The pilot's head hung low as he shuffled towards the meeting point for their next job. He was running low on Death Sticks... so he'd have to try and find a dealer at the earliest possible opportunity.

Arx didn't join the others at the proper meeting. He instead found himself at the bar, caught between a Devaronian and an Aqualish. He pounded drink after drink, making nice with his two new friends as he bought each of them a couple drinks as well. The crew was familiar with these sorts of antics from him at this point, and today seemed to be more tame than usual. He nearly ignored the communicator buzzing like crazy at his side. It was only when Arx turned his gaze back towards his Captain and saw her fiddling with her own device that Arx put things together. He checked his wrist and tapped away, his wrist computer revealing the text version of the crew's comms channel. He sighed, downed his drink, and stepped away from the bar. He gave a short wave to the Cap as he slowly padded out of the bar and began making his way towards the ship.