A bit on the small side

[Canora Sabresong]

Tattooine, a harsh, dry wasteland. Even here society has reached out it's tendrils to plant it's... tourist attractions.

It was a busy night at one of the cantinas in anchorhead. Many people from many backgrounds had come to cry into their respective glasses of alcahol. Most of them were humanoid, although that was not exclusive. As long as you could speak basic to order, you were allowed in.

A jawa, or, at least, someone who looked very much like a jawa, quietly entered the building. it had gotten halfway across the room before anyone noticed.

"We dont serve jawas here," Called the voice of the bartender. "So leave or we'll make you leave, pest."

The jawa looked up at the man, pulling back it's hood to allow the light artificial to show his face. the forehead and mouth were both covered by bandages, but what was showing of the face was a hideous tangle of scars, and a single blue right eye. "If-helps, sir... hardly...count-as... jawa,"

 

[FrostFall]

a man with hair draped across his face slams his hand on the table to get the bartenders attention "hay who do you have to shoot to get a drink around here...and while your getting me a drink you can fetch him one as well ill pay" he downs one of the shots he still had on the bar and looks towards the small person and nods

 

[Canora Sabresong]

As the bartender rushed over to take the man's order, The jawa turned to the man who had spoken, and said in a raspy, almost-voiceless tone: "Situa-tion... under... con-trol. No inter-fereance.... nessicary." His glowing blue eye, in stark contrast to the traditionally-covered sheen of where his left eye would be, narrowed slightly. It was not a hostile gesture, rather, a cautionary warning.

" Skyrell!" Called a female voice from across the room. A silver-skinned zabrak was waiting at the far table. The jawa emediately turned and scampered off towerds the much taller figure. Apon reaching the table, the two exchanged glances, and the jawa, 'Skyrell', removed a piece of cloth from his satchel. The zabrak cautiously unwrapped the item, which was what seemed to be a severed hand, clutching some kind of artifact.

The jawa spoke next, in the jawa trade language:

Spoiler: Roughe translation

I hope you appreciate this, Kyber. The pearl will be a nice addition to your lightsabre, and the nemodian I killed for it has many allies.

"Indeed I will, Skyrellkzi." replied the zabrak female, removing the facetted, well cut krayt pearl from the band and tossing over a handfull of credit chips.

Meanwhile, the bartender commented, "The sabresong cult takes care of their business in the back corner, I suggest you stay away from there. Now what is it I can get for you?"

 

[FrostFall]

he looks at the bar man with a hint on drunk in his eyes " two shots and who's to say im not looking for work (he flaps his hand around) just get me the shots and we will be ok as the bartender turns away the man reaches over the counter and swipes two bottles and spins around on the stool with a sense of joy as he did it. He then proceeds to head towards the two people "here i got you this it's only a small bottle well a large for you but here (he extends his hand out to the lady) the name Logan and who might you be? (he takes a big gulp of the bottle reveling his robotic left arm)

 

[Canora Sabresong]

"Kanari Kyberdash," said the zabrak with a slight smile, "And I assume you've allready met... Skyrellkinthresetinunaki," she said in a quick burst of seemingly pointless syllables while gesturing to the jawa, who was staring blankly at logan's arm. As she said this, her hand gently clasped around the hilt of a sabrestaff, fingering the deadly chamber as if to make sure it was still there. "He handles all of the... politics involved when I need backup. As it seems the most frequently asked question here, what is it that you want?"

The two glanced at eachother slghtly, and Kanari passed something under the table to the jawa, who quickly stuffed it into a sewn-on pocket in his cloak.

 

[FrostFall]

"i offered to buy the man a drink and well i got the drink that's the important part but now i see a lady who looks parched care for a drink?" as he says this he rests his hand on the table nearly slipping and notices the jawa looking at his arm "here's a tip for you never get on the bad side of a wookie bounty hunter" he then let's out a hardy laugh

 

[Canora Sabresong]

The jawa sort of chuckled, as did Kanari.

"Ya know, sir, As a traditional Iridonian I should technically kill you, but I was never good with technicallities anyways," Said the Zabrak, just as a gold-scaled massiff bounded into the establishment and barrelled towerds the group, snapping backwards as it reached the end of it's chains.
partially blocking the door and at the other end of the chain was a young bantha wearing a saddle similar to the ones used by tusken raiders. Around the establishment, many of the people who seemed to be 'just hanging out,' their faces covered by large hats or other articals of clothing, turned towerds the group, all of them covered entirely by cloth wraps, all of them carrying gaderffi staffs, all of them sand-people.

Kanari Got up, pushed past the bantha blocking the doorway, and left. The bartender hid behind the counter, along with several of those not too drunk to notice. One of the sand-people, presumably a male, tossed something at the jawa. It appeared to be a miniaturised, barbed gaderffi. The jawa caught it before it could touch the ground, and jumped onto a table to be eye-level with the raider.

"A'-." the raider aknowledged, pronouncing the end of the name with a loud outward snort. In response to the tusken varient of his name, the jawa let out a loud, obviously hostile bark.

 

[FrostFall]

Logan took the Jawa's seat and drank more from the bottle of booze he still had and saw that the Jawa never touched his aww I was starting to have fun...hey skyrenl..skryell...sky..damn dude can i have your drink? even though he notices that there was a jawa on the table and a sand man squaring up to him Logan seemed not bothered by the situation

 

[Canora Sabresong]

Tossing a quick glance over his sholder, skyrellkzi nodded. Turning quickly back to his opponent, he spoke.

Spoiler: Translation from tusken language

"What right have you to search for me here?" asked the jawa with a bitter edge to his words.

"What right have you to speak in my language... brother," the deeper, stronger voice of the raider.


"And how rediculose a setting to find you as well. Swore you not to seek me out until the death of your tribe's st-"

"She is dead! I killed her myself. Of course, I brought your precious 'pets' to watch you fall, hybrid."

"Timeless the decisions of a fool. You shall die as is the tradition."

The two yelled at eachother in what was most certianly the tusken language for several minutes. Then the jawa threw his staff to to the massiff, who had untill this point been struggling at it's chains, whining. It caught it midair, and placed it on the floor. Normally, throwing your weapon down might mean surrender, but in tusken, it usually meant: I'm gonna tear you limb-from-limb while our friends sit behind a makeshift barrier and laugh.

 

[FrostFall]

Logan to focused on drinking the second bottle never even noticed that things were getting rather hostile started humming a song and in a loud out burst shouted SCREW YOU EMPIRE I'LL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE and swung his arm knocking a bottle in the air

 

[Canora Sabresong]

Everyone stared at logan. Then back at eachother, then at Logan again. Turning back to his opponent, the jawa said in plain galactic basic, "Ignore human. Ser-i-ous-ly... though..." The raider lunged at skyrellkzi before he could finish. The jawa sidestepped with a slight chuckle. His attacker, a well respected warrior among his people, had just crashed headlong into a table. At this time, the jawa took off his gloves, revealing long, jagged, unnatural claws.

 

[FrostFall]

seeing the raider land on the table Logan whacks him across the head with the bottle still in his hand and whips up pulling out two blasters on aimed at the man on the table the rest aimed at everyone else and in a most sober manner say's now i don't know whats going on and frankly i don't care... but were are my two shots i ordered bar keep come on your running a business for crying out loud

 

[Canora Sabresong]

"Uhm... yeah Ill go get those in a minute," said the very confused bartended from behind the counter, sorting through the cabinate for shot-glasses. A man wanted alcahol in the middle of some sort of invasion. odd at best.

The tuscan who had crashed into the table got up, turned and lunged at Skyrell again, who wasnt paying too much attention. The jawa had just untied the chain from the massif's decorated collar when the attack landed. The massif, who wanted to help it's master but also knew it would be foolish to attack the sand-person, whined anxiously, and ran to the banth in the doorway. A rodian cheered for some reason, a twi-lekk, who had been passed out on the floor, started to wake up, and a selkath was running in cirkles screaming. Skyrell was pinned to the wall by one hand of the raider, thile the other reached for his knife. the hood of the jawa was down, revealing what wasnt bandaged of his scarred, rodentlike, and supprisingly calm face.

 

[FrostFall]

Logan lowers one of his guns well why bother pointing it at you if your only going to move out of the way he then walks back to the bar and sits down

 

[Aaron Corinth]

Aaron was seated in the back corner at one of the few tables available enjoying the local beverage of choice. He witnessed the exchange between the jawa and the Zabrak. The pearl certainly caught his eye. Hmm, very rare. He watched as the apparently intoxicated human swiped bottles from the bar. This may get interesting. The sand people who burst in had made him on edge, seated with his hand on his blaster under his overcoat. He watched carefully the exchange between the new "sand person" intruder and the jawa. The outburst from the human had startled him. That guy is going to get himself killed. He remained quiet and continued to watch the exchange.

 

[Canora Sabresong]

The jawa, who was pinned to the wall, still had a few tricks up his sleeve. He braced himself against the wall, and, while the tusken raider wasnt paying attention, pushed off of the wall, causing them both to tumble backwards. In a quick slashing motion the jawa clawed off the bandages that covered his opponent's face. The other raiders gasped and began to grumble between one another. The snarling jawa stepped back and signalled to the massif, who bounded over, the staff still in her mouth.

Raising the staff above his head and positioning to stab the previous attacker through the heart, the jawa spoke something in tusken.

Spoiler: Translation from tusken

How dissapointed should one's stepbrother be when he attacks and is struck down in cold blood?

 

[Aaron Corinth]

Aaron sighed as he watched the jawa end up with the upper hand. The jawa was moments away from killing the sand person. Can I really sit here and watch him murder him, even if he is a sand person? Aaron struggled inwardly watching the staff come down towards the downed man's chest. Before the staff touched the man's chest, Aaron had leaped to his feet, pulled his trusty cortosis weave sword, and pushed the jawa. The push had just enough power to throw the staff off course.
Aaron stood between the two men, sword at the ready, and asked the jawa, "Is this really necessary? What is it that could lead you to kill this man in front of all these witnesses? Even Tatooine is not barbaric enough to let such things go unpunished."

 

[Canora Sabresong]

The jawa stared blankly at the man. "Tribe... law. I-more.... respected. soldiar. I am... defend-self" said the jawa shakily in an uncharactoristicly human-like voice. The Gaderffi staff had been knocked from his hand, and the jawa's hood had fallen back to his sholders. His face was mostly covered in bandages, but his right eye was visible and caried an expression of pure rage. "Do-not... interfere." Oddly enough, the jawa had a strong accent that could have been either mandalorian or geonosian with little difference.

 

[FrostFall]

Logan seeing the other person interrupting this duel get's up and points the gun at the stranger surely you must know a duel when you see it this is a manner of honor and even in places like this they have there rules and there customs so how about we sit down and ill buy you a drink

 

[ShadowMandalore]

The uproar could be heard from the tiny cantina filled with scum and criminals alike. The Bounty hunter and mandalorian warrior, Logan Rax, was rather parched from his mission. Hunting down a gangster and thugs wasn't difficult for the mandalorian. He docked his ship a few clicks from the building. The harsh deserts tatoonie could make a creature's throat dry, unless you were a droid. With one arm, he slung the swivel doors open and stepped into the rather filthy cantina. The lighting of the cantina was rather dark, but his red chest display lit the entire room. His black armor slightly blended into shadows. Armed with weapons head to toe and a jetpack mounted with a very large homing missile, other the bar attendees set there eyes on Logan. He noticed loud bickering between the three bar attendees, but paid no mind to them. "Korriban Wine, with a bottle and glass, if you please."