(Hope this works...)
His name was Allesk. And the fist thing most people noticed about him, was his movements. He moved like a machine. Nothing wasted. Efficient. Every movement had a purpose. His skin was dusky brown, the same shade as his clear eyes. His hair was curly and tied into multiple braids that where tied again into a single tail, and while handsome, his cheeks had the sunken look of someone used to a hard life. He wasn't a jedi. Jedi made him uncomfortable, they knew to much. Always did somehow, seeing things just below the surface. And those lightsabers, so damn fast. If there was anything in the world he was afraid to fight- it was a jedi. But here he was, surrounded by the ‘em. How the hell did he end up like this?
Oh yeah. An outrageous offer from the council. Credits speak volumes; and as long as the price was right he was happy to make nice.
The bounty hunter sighed as he went over his myriad of equipment again. His armor was fine, the matte grey plasteel, a chest plate, greaves and gauntlets. Green cloth was seen under the armor, and a green screened device covered one eye feeding him various tactical information. Blaster rifle, check, undermouted grenade launcher was fine, tranquilizers and elctoro nets where green….
Shaking his head he continued to carefully check each piece as a shiver ran through him.
He had a bad feeling about this.
