[primitive]

primitive had parked his Light Cruiser well away from "Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong's Head Cantina". It is always best to be on the safe side, since the ship was stolen from the Phong's outside a pleasurehouse on Ghedran 3A, and primitive knew the Phong's had put a price on his head.

Walking the Last mile on foot, avoiding a double-parked Scout class ship, primitive only brought the most necessary of equipments: His Oakleys, a portable Ultra-Small Incinerator Beam V, and a rusty (yet pointy) spear.

Entering the Cantina, primitive keeps to the shadows and find a silent table in a corner where he can watch without beeing observed.
The Cantina seems to be a place of both pleasure and pain, of both frendliness and random violence. primitive decides he likes the cantina.

primitve orders his favorite drink, and the bartender, seeing primitives bulging muscles and the rusty (yet pointy) spear, while silently thinking that primitive must have a bad hair day, offers to put the drink on someone called GTs tab.

primitive takes a sip of his drink, leans back and watches the FBW's.