Post by Kor Vizsla on Jan 9, 2020 3:45:57 GMT -5
C2-B4 made his way across the sticky steel slabs that acted as a floor in the third most seedy cantina in the Western region of Nar Shaddaa. The drink he was carrying in his outstretched robotic claw bubbled like an Orgtalean friklefish struggling to survive. He weaved between a pair of Ithorians having a loud conversation about self sealing stem-bolts and the advantages of marketing them to freighter captains rather than their typical users on mining rigs.
A Rodian pushed past the small service droid as it was just about to deliver its package to the attending guest. "Out of my way, you filthy piece of rust!" the Rodian buzzed in the unmistakable sounds of Rodese. C2-B4 whistled in alarm and scooted backwards, sloshing the drink over the lip of the resin glass and onto the floor. He let out a series of disgruntled tones, but the Rodian seemed to pay him no mind and continued forward to a side table where he slid into a seat beside a large red horned thug with artificially sharpened teeth. "That the one over there?" whispered the Rodian, switching into the more universally recognized language of Huttese.
"Aye, the Twi'lek. She's got 600 Republic credits on her head," the gruff Devaronian replied. The two of them glanced over at the bar where a young Twi'lek girl, no more than 13 years old, was sitting alone. She had a brown robe wrapped around her tightly and appeared to be sipping at a clear blue drink.
"Some sort of runaway noble or something?" the Rodian asked. "The 'Pubs don't usually put out marks on kids."
"Don't much care," said the Devaronian. "Let's go." The Devaronian pushed himself up from the table, sliding it back with an ear-piercing screech. The Rodian jumped out of the way and found himself nearly a full meter shorter than his sizable partner. The lumbering red bounty hunter stalked forward, twisting his bandoleer of grenades into place across his chest armor.
"Chau, oi!" The Devaronian announced as he approached the young girl. "Drinks are over."
The young Twi'lek slowly turned her hooded head around to face the Devaronian. The Rodian stood just behind the huge figure, blaster in hand. He was far more wiry than his friend and seemed to be shaking with high nerves. She raised a single blue hand from under her robe and slowly waved it in front of the two of them.
"You don't want to do this."
There was a momentary pause, and the steady hum of cantina chatter seemed to calm and come to a stand still. The Devaronian cocked his head to one side and glanced at his partner. The brief silence broke as the two hunters burst into laughter.
"Damn," muttered the Twi'lek and she quickly spun out of her barstool, but was quickly set upon by the hulking red hunter. He grabbed her robe by the shoulder and twisted her around. "Let me go!" she shouted.
The Rodain pulled out a vibroknife from the sheath in his boot. "Bounty said alive. Didn't say how many pieces!"
A hand grasped the Rodian's shoulder. Stunned that anyone dare lay a hand on him, he turned to see the faceless reflection of a distinctive black T-visor. A Mandalorian.
"You made the droid spill my drink," came a calm almost mechanical voice from inside the helmet. The Rodian spun and thrust the vibroknife at the Mandalorian. The knife harmlessly bounced off the silver armor plates. The Mandalorian wrenched the Rodian to his knees and slammed his armored elbow into the puffy green face of the would-be attacker.
Seeing that this simple apprehension of a child was now becoming a full fledged bar brawl, the Devaronian threw young girl to the ground and pulled his blaster pistol. The Mandalorian quickly ducked down as an orange blaster bolt screamed over his head. Screams of cantina patrons erupted and a stampede of humans, droids, and aliens rushed for the exits. The Mandalorian lunged forward and struck the Devaronian under his rib cage, just to the side of one of his armor plates. With a click of his wrist a tiny dart whizzed out of his left gauntlet and with a barely audible "tich" dug itself into the Devaronian's neck. The massive horned alien wobbled slightly then fell, crushing the Rodian who was trying to stand up at the same time.
The young Twi'lek, seeing that her assailants were at least temporarily confined lept to her feet and started to run for the exit along with the crowd. The Mandalorian whirled around, tapped a button on his gauntlet and a small steel cord shot from his wrist and wrapped around the young girl. She tried to shout in protest, but the cord cut off her movement and she fell to the ground unceremoniously once again. She looked backwards as the Mandalorian with a scowl as he reeled her back.
"You don't know what you're doing," she protested.
The Mandalorian simply shrugged as he lifted her off the ground and slung her over his shoulder. "Pretty sure I do," he replied and he tossed a small credit chip to the bartender. "For the trouble."
"Just another Tuesday for me, Viszla," he replied with a shrug and went back to cleaning glasses completely unphased by the commotion in his cantina.
The Mandalorian waited for the crowd to disperse and then walked out of the cantina, prize in hand.
"Really wanted that drink," he muttered under his breath.
A Rodian pushed past the small service droid as it was just about to deliver its package to the attending guest. "Out of my way, you filthy piece of rust!" the Rodian buzzed in the unmistakable sounds of Rodese. C2-B4 whistled in alarm and scooted backwards, sloshing the drink over the lip of the resin glass and onto the floor. He let out a series of disgruntled tones, but the Rodian seemed to pay him no mind and continued forward to a side table where he slid into a seat beside a large red horned thug with artificially sharpened teeth. "That the one over there?" whispered the Rodian, switching into the more universally recognized language of Huttese.
"Aye, the Twi'lek. She's got 600 Republic credits on her head," the gruff Devaronian replied. The two of them glanced over at the bar where a young Twi'lek girl, no more than 13 years old, was sitting alone. She had a brown robe wrapped around her tightly and appeared to be sipping at a clear blue drink.
"Some sort of runaway noble or something?" the Rodian asked. "The 'Pubs don't usually put out marks on kids."
"Don't much care," said the Devaronian. "Let's go." The Devaronian pushed himself up from the table, sliding it back with an ear-piercing screech. The Rodian jumped out of the way and found himself nearly a full meter shorter than his sizable partner. The lumbering red bounty hunter stalked forward, twisting his bandoleer of grenades into place across his chest armor.
"Chau, oi!" The Devaronian announced as he approached the young girl. "Drinks are over."
The young Twi'lek slowly turned her hooded head around to face the Devaronian. The Rodian stood just behind the huge figure, blaster in hand. He was far more wiry than his friend and seemed to be shaking with high nerves. She raised a single blue hand from under her robe and slowly waved it in front of the two of them.
"You don't want to do this."
There was a momentary pause, and the steady hum of cantina chatter seemed to calm and come to a stand still. The Devaronian cocked his head to one side and glanced at his partner. The brief silence broke as the two hunters burst into laughter.
"Damn," muttered the Twi'lek and she quickly spun out of her barstool, but was quickly set upon by the hulking red hunter. He grabbed her robe by the shoulder and twisted her around. "Let me go!" she shouted.
The Rodain pulled out a vibroknife from the sheath in his boot. "Bounty said alive. Didn't say how many pieces!"
A hand grasped the Rodian's shoulder. Stunned that anyone dare lay a hand on him, he turned to see the faceless reflection of a distinctive black T-visor. A Mandalorian.
"You made the droid spill my drink," came a calm almost mechanical voice from inside the helmet. The Rodian spun and thrust the vibroknife at the Mandalorian. The knife harmlessly bounced off the silver armor plates. The Mandalorian wrenched the Rodian to his knees and slammed his armored elbow into the puffy green face of the would-be attacker.
Seeing that this simple apprehension of a child was now becoming a full fledged bar brawl, the Devaronian threw young girl to the ground and pulled his blaster pistol. The Mandalorian quickly ducked down as an orange blaster bolt screamed over his head. Screams of cantina patrons erupted and a stampede of humans, droids, and aliens rushed for the exits. The Mandalorian lunged forward and struck the Devaronian under his rib cage, just to the side of one of his armor plates. With a click of his wrist a tiny dart whizzed out of his left gauntlet and with a barely audible "tich" dug itself into the Devaronian's neck. The massive horned alien wobbled slightly then fell, crushing the Rodian who was trying to stand up at the same time.
The young Twi'lek, seeing that her assailants were at least temporarily confined lept to her feet and started to run for the exit along with the crowd. The Mandalorian whirled around, tapped a button on his gauntlet and a small steel cord shot from his wrist and wrapped around the young girl. She tried to shout in protest, but the cord cut off her movement and she fell to the ground unceremoniously once again. She looked backwards as the Mandalorian with a scowl as he reeled her back.
"You don't know what you're doing," she protested.
The Mandalorian simply shrugged as he lifted her off the ground and slung her over his shoulder. "Pretty sure I do," he replied and he tossed a small credit chip to the bartender. "For the trouble."
"Just another Tuesday for me, Viszla," he replied with a shrug and went back to cleaning glasses completely unphased by the commotion in his cantina.
The Mandalorian waited for the crowd to disperse and then walked out of the cantina, prize in hand.
"Really wanted that drink," he muttered under his breath.