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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Diesel" data-source="post: 4221423" data-attributes="member: 65114">The Gamorrean laughs at the groups discomfiture at his gesture, and with a happy snort, pushes aside his colleague to open the door. The wide blast door flies upward , but before you can enter, a large shape comes to the threshold, blocking it- a Chevin.This massive Chevin looks old, even for his species. His trunk hangs low and scars cross his face, giving him a weathered look that matches his leathery skin. His clothes are little more than rags, and a large blaster pistol pokes out from beneath his vest as though ready to be drawn on a moment's notice.Flanked on one side by a grey maned Wookie  and the other by a short, scrawny greasy haired human, the Chevin stops in the doorway, turning his bulk back toward the darkened bay."This is it!" he bellows in a deep voice, "This business with the offworlder is the last straw! I'm tired of not getting my cut- you better watch yourself Switch, because I'm going to turn you into scrap!"As the Chevin turns back to exit, he sees the five of you. "Out of my way," he growls wagging his head in irritation, "I've places to be." He pauses to cast his large eyes over each of you and with a rough laugh adds, "if you have business with the droid do it fast- he won't be in one piece too much longer."The Chevin begins to stomp away, but stops, his gaze on Ashlin. "But tell me girl," he grunts his trunk getting closer to the young girl's body, "just what is your business with the droid?"(OOC- Players Handout attached: A member of the Chevin species)</blockquote>

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