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The Mad Zabrak


Thrackan Solo

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Allright no godmoding and

no killing others main players

 

The sun shone brightly down on the spaceport of Mos Eisley.

Down below a young Zabrak named Skaul walked into a small cantina.

"have you seen this man?" Skaul asked the bartender holding up the picture of a human.

" Around here information costs money buddy," the bartender told without even looking up.

The noise of a Golan Flechette cocking suddenly filled the bartenders ear.

" Is this good?" Skaul said with a smirk.

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At a table near the center of the cantina sat Thew Rydur. In front of him were two empty mugs, toppled over onto the table top. A third mug was in his hand. As he sipped his Corellian ale he suddenly heard the tell-tale click of a flechette laucnher.

 

Thew thought to himself: .... Salus... no Golan. That's a pretty bold move there, bringing a FC11 into a cantina, a little too bold. Damn rookies.... I guess this is Tatooine.... Oh well.

 

Thew rolls his neck, cracking it and flexes his hands. Then pulling his S-5 security blaster from its thigh holster he walks towards the Zabrak unnoticed. He stops about a meter away.

 

Thew: Put it down now, or I'll drop ya. Then put your hands above your head.

 

OOC: Check the stickied thread for Thew's info.

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" This is between me and him," Skaul told the human who had the blaster nudged on his back. Slowly he put his Flechette down and slowly turned around.

" Listen I am only trying to establish justice. I am not trying to start a fight. Just let me go I dont want to hurt you," Skaul told the man who eyed him as if he was staring into his soul to see if he was lying.

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Thew stood his ground, keeping the blaster trained on the Zabrak's chest.

 

Thew Hurt me? Hahaha... You see it's scum like you that give us bounty hunters a bad name. Now Zeff why'd he pull the gun on you?

 

Zeff (bartender): He comes in here asking if I'd seen this guy. I ask him for a bit of cash and he takes out the weapon, which by the way is restricted in this part of town. Those Imps might be careless but they ain't dumb.

 

Thew: It sounds to me like you have some explaining to do... but I'm a reasonable man.

 

Thew spins the blaster and places it back in the holster, then holds out his hand.

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Skaul takes a deep sigh of relief, and shakes the mans hand.

" Nice to meet, sorry under these circumstances though," skaul said shaking the mans hand.

"And by the way im not a bounty hunter, i am simply trying to find this man, he has something I want," Skaul said holding up the picture of the human.

"Bartender Corellian ale,"he said telling the bartender.

" whats your poison?," Skaul asked THew

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Deriun Veshod:

The Devaronian had sat patiently, watching with great amusement as he gently sipped at his Corellian Apple Brandy. He would not let a mere disagreement deter him from his favorite beverage. Resting his glass back on the bar with great ease, a small mutter escaped his devilish grin, "Animals." Not realising how loud the words had been stated, he began gently picking at the tip of his horn. Assessing what he had removed, he then returned to his drinking, his goal today, was but only one......inebriaton.

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Skaul swung his head in the direction of were the voice had come from. He saw the lone Devoronian sipping on a ale, anger built up inside him as he stepped towards the Dev.

"Excuse me Thew," he said pushing aside his Corellian Ale.

"Animals? Is that what we are?"

Skaul grabbed the Devoronian by the horn and swung him around. Instantly pulling out one of his DL-44'sand pointing it right on the tip of the Devaronians nose.

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Deriun:

A knowing grin comes across the Devaronian's face, "Trust is not the issue, nor my being 'Just a Devaronian'." His smile widens beneath the muzzle of the blaster. His eyes gently direct attention to his hand, "It's a matter of whether you would like to have offspring.", an identical DL-44 carefully aimed at the man's nether regions. "Young Zabrak, you have much to learn about persuasion.", his grin slowly becoming more serious, yet still present.

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Skaul's eyes narrowed as he looked at the Devaronians smiling face.

" No one calls me an animal," he said as he shot up into the air hands still attached to the Devoaronians horns and landed straight behind the back of the Dev. instantly putting his neck into a sleeper hold.

" Take it back," Skaul tells the Dev.

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Deriun:

Barely able to speak from the pressure against his throat, Deriun can only choke out, "No, you are right, your not an animal...." Moving his left leg to the right, placing all his weight on his right leg, he leans slightly left. His right arm, still holding the blaster, slides around the left side of his body. His finger pulling the trigger, sending a bolt of blue rings into the gullet of his assailant, whilst still mid sentence. His blaster had been set on stun, a shame really.

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Thew looks at the stunned Zabrak sprawled out on the cantina floor.

 

Clap Clap Clap

 

Thew: Very impressive, Mr.... I don't think I caught your name.

 

Thew takes the hand out from under his coat and presents in to the Devaronian. He keeps the other lingering by the blaster on his thigh.

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"...an animal knows when it's beaten.", Deriun finishes his sentence. He rubs his throat for a brief second, "If you ever touch my horns again, my blaster won't be set on stun."

 

He turns to the man applauding him, "Veshod, Deriun Veshod.", at least that was the name he was using this week. He holsters his weapon, even knowing that at any second the Zabrak could awake even more enraged. He doubted the bartender, or the spectator would allow this conflict to continue. "I don't think I was given the chance to catch your name either.", the sly Devaronian probes as he outstretches his hand in a friendly gesture.

 

OOC: BTW, I don't think a Devaronians horns would be very easy to grab onto given their size, but I just played along with it.

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The stun hit him hard. Dang I never expected it he thought . He looked up to see Thew talking to the Devaronian. His head ached from the stun. slowly he got up and walked towards the two and reached out his hand.

" Sorry for that," he apologizes,"But I ssure you i am not an animal, the name is Skaul."

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Deriun:

Pausing to think for a minute, his next few words could indeed effect his future, "Money...", hesitating for a brief second before continuing, "...money is my business. I used to be in the acquisitions business, now I just invest for capital gain. Though i still do a little acquisitioning on the side." Turning to eye the recovering assailant, he cautiously keeps his hand on his blaster. "Well, for someone that declares himself not to be an animal, you sure do rely on instinct an aweful lot.", chuckling to himself for a second, "How's your head?"

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Deriun:

'Yet.', the echoed through his mind, what was this crazy Zabrak about to do? He had no need for such troubles, he needed money. Money to send home. He had neglected that duty for far too long already and a lengthy layover at the local jail would not assist him in his cause. After all, it was only a Wookiee, what did he care? He had no love for the Empire, but an open conflict with Storm Troopers in broad daylight was not his cup of tea. His hand still rest on his blaster, yet his actions were much less hostile. Slowly he turned to the bar, taking another sip of his drink. 'She'll kill me.', was all he could think to himself. The furball he called a wife was far less docile than he, and that was saying something.

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The stormtroopers are now just a few meters away.

 

Thew: This is probably about the little scuffle before, we'll just tell them it was a misunderstanding. And if worst comes to worst I can show them my bounty license... that usually works.

 

Thew turns around and straightens himself, and then with a slight grin on his face he says:

 

Thew: Good day sir, is there a problem?

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The stormtrooper looks down at the card the man is holding out.

 

He reaches for the card and hands it to the others

 

"Looks legitimate to me," he turns to the Zabrak,"Is this all true?"

 

"Yeah everythings allright now." Skaul says toward the Corporal.

 

"What about him?" he says pointing at Deriun.

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Deriun:

The Devaronian eyed his drink, hearing the words uttered behind him. "I was just trying to break it up before they made a mess of the place.", words slide gracefully from behind his fiendish tongue, he had always been a good liar. Part of his business was convincing people they needed things that they didn't or that the truth was slightly different than it really was. With great ease and finesse, he swivels slowly on the stool to face the white clad warriors. "Just trying to keep the peace really.", a bold faced lie, but well told. The Storm Troopers didn't have the mental capacity to catch on to it......he hoped. Perhaps he would get lucky enough that they wouldn't ask the bartender either. Thankfully, he was currently at the other end of the bar serving a Tattooine Sunrise to an anxious Duros.

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