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Brandy, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you would be, but my life, my love, and my lady is the sea.
The words drifted from an old holorecorder with a shimmering band barely making a dent in the dusty air. Wispy and forlorn, like ghosts these monuments to long dead musicians were fading to match their makers. That's what you got in the outer rim, everything was scarce here except memory and dust. Blood feuds, tragedy, starvation, it flowed like water here and ironically the water itself didn't. That's what led Jack to the general store though the luminous sign outside with its many outages on let on a few letters to that effect.
Inside the proprietor was a Yuzzum. A small fuzzy fellow who for some reason beloved his feast of fur meant he was excused from wearing clothes. Jack might have disagreed, but he was on business and also didn't care. What he did care about was the price on supplies. Tapping the list angrily the store owner raised a readied hand already having this conversation many times. He spoke rapidly in his tongue and while the bounty hunter picked up a few words and the tone was hostile he couldn't understand the lion's share. In a hurry the usually outwardly calm man slammed his fist on the counter. Everything for a moment moved then all at once it all stopped leaving only hearts and breath to count out the moment of silence,
"Speak basic"
Coughing the creature was obviously not used to the more common tongue and soon laid out an explanation in a thick accent,
"Last caravan got raided on the way here. Price is the price, can't pay. No dice"
Cracking his knuckles one by one on the counter, Jack merely stared at the Yuzzum. He needed food. He needed fuel. His parched tongue was crying for water and he would not be denied. That being said the man had never been a thief. However, the shop keep certainly didn't know that. Backing up, hairy hands raised the creature cried out in guttural basic,
"Pleasa sar, you cannae takka dis from me, I nearly gone, they takka my tings, they burn me shipments th-"
A raised hand was all it took. It seemed the Yuzzum expected a hit or a pointed blaster as he raised his hands higher only to lower them as the bounty hunter said,
"Who are they...and where"
@Foolish Guac
The words drifted from an old holorecorder with a shimmering band barely making a dent in the dusty air. Wispy and forlorn, like ghosts these monuments to long dead musicians were fading to match their makers. That's what you got in the outer rim, everything was scarce here except memory and dust. Blood feuds, tragedy, starvation, it flowed like water here and ironically the water itself didn't. That's what led Jack to the general store though the luminous sign outside with its many outages on let on a few letters to that effect.
Inside the proprietor was a Yuzzum. A small fuzzy fellow who for some reason beloved his feast of fur meant he was excused from wearing clothes. Jack might have disagreed, but he was on business and also didn't care. What he did care about was the price on supplies. Tapping the list angrily the store owner raised a readied hand already having this conversation many times. He spoke rapidly in his tongue and while the bounty hunter picked up a few words and the tone was hostile he couldn't understand the lion's share. In a hurry the usually outwardly calm man slammed his fist on the counter. Everything for a moment moved then all at once it all stopped leaving only hearts and breath to count out the moment of silence,
"Speak basic"
Coughing the creature was obviously not used to the more common tongue and soon laid out an explanation in a thick accent,
"Last caravan got raided on the way here. Price is the price, can't pay. No dice"
Cracking his knuckles one by one on the counter, Jack merely stared at the Yuzzum. He needed food. He needed fuel. His parched tongue was crying for water and he would not be denied. That being said the man had never been a thief. However, the shop keep certainly didn't know that. Backing up, hairy hands raised the creature cried out in guttural basic,
"Pleasa sar, you cannae takka dis from me, I nearly gone, they takka my tings, they burn me shipments th-"
A raised hand was all it took. It seemed the Yuzzum expected a hit or a pointed blaster as he raised his hands higher only to lower them as the bounty hunter said,
"Who are they...and where"
@Foolish Guac