Krein Jax

The Draak traveled through hyperspace, jumping from Dagobah to Hoth.....

Satisfied that he was clear for takeoff, Jax boarded his ship and ran a systems check. He then powered up, and The Draak lifted on its repulsor engines, then kicked up it's engines and soared out of Dagobah's atmosphere and made the jump to hyperspace.

Bored and looking for stragglers, Jax wandered over enough to hear the last snippets of Blckclone and Dhan-Jaroe's conversation. The short smuggler coughed, bringing attention to his presence. "Right now, the Jedi are boarding hired smuggler vessels to take them to a specific set fo coordinates I can only assume is your new base. Personally, I'd really like to finish this job in one run, so if you'd pick a ship and board, I think all us non-jedi folk with schedules would appreciate it." All right, so the Balosar didn't really have a schedule- this was his only job, and with the promised sum, he would't need one for a while. He was, however, eager to get off this cess-pool of a planet. The bugs were really starting to get to him.

"The Guy with a YT-2400 happens to have a name, thankyouverymuch," Jax grumbled to himself. "Ok, folks, keep it moving... And please wipe yout feet off on the ramp- I hate mopping." He continued to usher in more passangers....

"There's been an evacuation call- I'm here to take all Jedi still present on this planet to designated coordinates. And I'm being payed quite handsomely to do it too, so your cooperation would be much appreciated," Jax responded, inspecting his nails- which were bitten, jagged, and caked with dirt. He glanced up at the fellow floating high in the air. "Out of sheer curiosity, does he do that a lot?'

From space, Krein Jax ran scans aboard his ship to determine the most populated part of the planet, then geared his thrusters in that direction. The next challange was finding a dry place to land. What a mess of a planet. Definitely not where I'd want MY summer home... The smuggler thought with a disdainful sniff. Finally, he brought the YT-2400 light freighter down on a drier patch of swamp. He kicked open the hatch, lowered the gangplank and swaggered out. "Right- transport here for anyone who needs it," the vertically challanged Balosar called out, scratching one of his antennae. He wrinkled his nose at the stink of sulfur. "I haven't got all day, so board quickly! Come on..."

Real Name: Krein Jax Nickname: Krein, Jax, Shorty, Hey You, etc. Age: 27 Species: Balosar Height: 5'6" Weight: 130lbs. Hair: Light brown, a little long, a little scruffy, parted around his antenepalps that are a part of his Balosar physiology. Little on the greasy side.... Eyes: Pale gray and shifty. Don't blink enough Sex: Male Homeworld: Coruscant Alignment: Neutral Clothing: A rather worn off-white shirt and dark-gray cargo pants, a dark-gray scarf wrapped around his neck, and a long, gray-green trenchcoat. Weapon: Blaster Pistol and thermal detonator. Non-Force User Inventory: Blaster, flask of Corellian whiskey, a few credits and a communicator unit. Posessions: A beat-up YT-2400 light freighter, The Draak