Krenn Prong
Stranded Smuggler
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"Only if you're human."
Was the Lizardlike sentient’s response to Krenn’s question. A frown started to form, it was usually humans that had sentiments of species superiority.
“So you should be a-okay.”
The frown made place for a sheepish grin.
“Indeed I should.”
Krenn replied when the Tiss’shar started to inspect him closely. Krenn couldn’t help but feel awkward, and as a reflex he started scratching the back of his head.
“Uh, wha-“
Krenn started, only to be interrupted by the Tiss’shar.
"...Holy... sheez, is that fuel streaming down your shirt?"
Krenn stared down, pulling his wife-beater taut to inspect it and take a sniff. Cooling fluid. Krenn hadn’t had a chance to take a look in the mirror something he grew to regret even more when the Tiss’shar said:
"And... there's bruises and singes on your face. Have you been in an accident?"
He hadn’t thought of it yet, but Krenn thought there was probably little advantage in stating he was probably being looked for by the Empire, this was Coruscant after all.
“Uh, yeah, new in town, uh, hit up the wrong-“
Krenn was formulating an excuse involving gangs or something the like while he was feeling the sore spots on his face when the owner of the establishment swooped in:
"Ah, Dyno, Dyno, Dyno; always forgettin' where the radio ends and face-to-face talkin' begins."
"An' I'm guessin' yer new 'ere."
She said, turning to the bruised Besalisk.
"'Ow may Teema be o' service? Y'look like y'could do with some Gamorrean sausages. I got too many o' them bloody things back there."
She suggested, pointing one thumb back towards the kitchen. Krenn nodded in genuine appreciation of her offer.
“That would be nice ma’am.”
Krenn let the rest of the back and forth go past him as he felt his face some more and mumbled his silent excuses to go to the toilet. A look in the mirror of there showed how roughed up he was. He looked like hell and more bruises displayed themselves as he turn his face before the mirror.
“Fuck”
Krenn started washing his face up, generously spilling on his shirt, rubbing some of the cooling fluid stains to make them less apparent. A last brush over his face and he did feel lightly refreshed, even though he still looked like hell.
“Look what a mess you have gotten yourself in this time mate. Coruscant! By the stars… How do I get out of here?”
Krenn mumbled into the mirror. His mind racing over his options. He needed credits at any rate, maybe a get on with a local freighter crew, but he was a gazillion levels below Coruscant’s surface. He brushed the stubble of his head and figured he should get on with his dinner first, get some information.
He was just retaking his seat when the Tiss’shar apparently named Dyno commented on the microcosm of the cantina. Krenn just nodded politely, hoping to make a better impression now. He was just about to start asking away when his momentary companion was distracted by something. Following the Dyno’s gaze resulted in a rare sight: Another Tiss’shar. Having never seen the species before Krenn couldn’t help but wonder if they were native to Coruscant and just didn’t like the light or something. Krenn refrained from asking due to the arrival of his dinner, asking for a strong drink on the side. Krenn worked through the first bites of his meal and was about to resume something of a conversation with Dyno that the other Tiss’shar approached.
”I will be entirely honest, I did not expect to meet one of my own kind today. Or any day, really. The name’s Tir-Nem-Saral. A pleasure.”