Well, from the look of things, it seemed that Hannibal had arrived to the scene a tad later than he'd like. There he'd been, simply wandering the streets of this out of the way, neon-lit city, when he'd been alerted by a good number of panicking passerby and the telltale sound of blaster fire. Quickly finishing off his snack he'd gotten from a street stall he'd made his way against the pull of the crowds, slinking skillfully between bodies towards the source of the commotion.
As typical for someone not trying to overtly appear as a Jedi, he was not dressed in his usual colourful robes. Instead he wore a simple white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a stylish pair of pinstripe trousers, and short black leather boots of excellent quality. Over the ensemble lay a long, green leather overcoat bearing the odd repaired slash or blaster mark in stark contrast to it's well taken care of appearance, while a black cloth hat with a flat top and wide brim sat atop his head, beneath which rounded, neon-pink rounded sunglasses glinted in the light. Short-backed gloves covered his hands, the colourful and detailed tattoos all the way up his arms visible to the shirtsleeves, including the variety of inked-in scars.
On his right thigh was a clearly displayed DG-29 blaster pistol, set to stun as always, an effective way to discourage the aggressive attention of scheming cowards that wandered the multicoloured streets of the city. A lightsaber lay hidden beneath the jacket, attached to a mag holster on an inside pocket. He was mostly trying to avoid undue attention, but he wasn't going to leave his primary weapons behind if he didn't have to.
Considering the number of people removing themselves from the situation, it didn't take Hannibal long to reach the scene of the crime, ID-21 droid Ego in tow directly behind him. A man, a woman, and a droid stood before a storefront and two very unconscious looking individuals. The young man's lips curled upwards into a smirk at the similarity to the beginnings of a bad joke. Ah, if only Talak was here, such that he could force upon him his sense of humor. Ah well, he'd accept a substitute.
Of course, betting on whether or not a Jedi had a sense of humor wasn't one he liked to take. She may be in plainclothes, but the young woman certainly wasn't trying to hide her Light-leaning presence in the Force. Of course, neither was Hannibal. With any luck she was paying attention and would notice.
"So, what's the punchline?" he asked with absolutely no context whatsoever upon his approach while the two lifted the larger of the two people, mischievous grin firmly in place as his eyes swept over the extra large man with a casual air before turning his attention back to the trio. "It's not soylent related, is it? I've always found those jokes kinda tasteless. Just to make sure, are you the good guys in this scenario?" He asked breezily, vaguely motioning towards the three other begins with his left hand.
As typical for someone not trying to overtly appear as a Jedi, he was not dressed in his usual colourful robes. Instead he wore a simple white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a stylish pair of pinstripe trousers, and short black leather boots of excellent quality. Over the ensemble lay a long, green leather overcoat bearing the odd repaired slash or blaster mark in stark contrast to it's well taken care of appearance, while a black cloth hat with a flat top and wide brim sat atop his head, beneath which rounded, neon-pink rounded sunglasses glinted in the light. Short-backed gloves covered his hands, the colourful and detailed tattoos all the way up his arms visible to the shirtsleeves, including the variety of inked-in scars.
On his right thigh was a clearly displayed DG-29 blaster pistol, set to stun as always, an effective way to discourage the aggressive attention of scheming cowards that wandered the multicoloured streets of the city. A lightsaber lay hidden beneath the jacket, attached to a mag holster on an inside pocket. He was mostly trying to avoid undue attention, but he wasn't going to leave his primary weapons behind if he didn't have to.
Considering the number of people removing themselves from the situation, it didn't take Hannibal long to reach the scene of the crime, ID-21 droid Ego in tow directly behind him. A man, a woman, and a droid stood before a storefront and two very unconscious looking individuals. The young man's lips curled upwards into a smirk at the similarity to the beginnings of a bad joke. Ah, if only Talak was here, such that he could force upon him his sense of humor. Ah well, he'd accept a substitute.
Of course, betting on whether or not a Jedi had a sense of humor wasn't one he liked to take. She may be in plainclothes, but the young woman certainly wasn't trying to hide her Light-leaning presence in the Force. Of course, neither was Hannibal. With any luck she was paying attention and would notice.
"So, what's the punchline?" he asked with absolutely no context whatsoever upon his approach while the two lifted the larger of the two people, mischievous grin firmly in place as his eyes swept over the extra large man with a casual air before turning his attention back to the trio. "It's not soylent related, is it? I've always found those jokes kinda tasteless. Just to make sure, are you the good guys in this scenario?" He asked breezily, vaguely motioning towards the three other begins with his left hand.
@ModernMarvel @llamallove @Dmitri