The sound of a toolbox clattering to the ground rang out across Dekk's workshop, a run down building in the seedier district of a Cato Neimoidian bridge city. Jendu Gash stared down at the pile of metal implements he'd just dropped and then up at the three angry looking people stood in the open doorway of the workshop. An expression of fear spread across his face as he recognised the scarred faces of the street thugs that regularly came by the workshop for Dekk's protection money. He was the only one in the workshop at the moment, and these people had a reputation for shooting first and asking questions later. The Duros didn't take long to make up his mind. "Hey!" A gravelly voice shouted as he sprinted out of the building's back entrance.
The sun continued to set over the city streets as Jendu shakily clutched his stun pistol. The multitude of shouts and thudding footsteps behind him were drawing ever closer, but the thought of fighting these people was almost unthinkable. Where had it all gone so wrong? It was times like these that the Duros deeply regretted ever leaving Onderon. What would his father think if he could see his son now? Rounding a corner past a row of market stalls packing up for the day, Jendu came to an abrupt halt. One of the thugs had found a shortcut and now stood only a few feet away from Jendu, brandishing a serrated vibroknife that made its purpose as a weapon very obvious. "You got somewhere to be, boy?" The bulky Cerean man asked him with a smirk, stepping closer.
@Charles @Ruus’all Solus
The sun continued to set over the city streets as Jendu shakily clutched his stun pistol. The multitude of shouts and thudding footsteps behind him were drawing ever closer, but the thought of fighting these people was almost unthinkable. Where had it all gone so wrong? It was times like these that the Duros deeply regretted ever leaving Onderon. What would his father think if he could see his son now? Rounding a corner past a row of market stalls packing up for the day, Jendu came to an abrupt halt. One of the thugs had found a shortcut and now stood only a few feet away from Jendu, brandishing a serrated vibroknife that made its purpose as a weapon very obvious. "You got somewhere to be, boy?" The bulky Cerean man asked him with a smirk, stepping closer.
@Charles @Ruus’all Solus