Little miss innocent? I think not. [open]

[Lyric]

Don't mistake my kindness for weakness
Don't mistake survival for forgiveness
Don't mistake mercy for forgiveness

I am the dog that forever bites back
Forever on attack, watching my back
I am the dog that forever bite back
Forever on attack, watching my back​

Sharp eyes moved restlessly across the scummy bar, the lowly slim which filled the seats and drank away their daily troubles. Her pale skin looked almost sickly in the dim lighting, dark hair made to look all the darker as the dreads hung down, brshing over shoulders and back. Her top, or what was passing as such for the moment, was naught but a scrap of cloth tied over her bust and then shoulders to support it, a worn black hue that looked well-traveled. Her leggings were in better shape, and resembled real clothing more closely, leather leggings that fit her lean form, clinging to the toned length of her legs. A belt at her waist allowed for her to carry her guard shoto, one on each hip in a loop designed for such carry, and atop it all she wore a long, heavy coat. The color of said coat was a deep crimson, and in all but the best lighting it looked black. Faint glimmers of ruby shone where the light struck it, almost matching the crown of small horns atop her skull.

She leaned against a wall, the fingers of one hand curled around te cool glass of her drink, bringing the amber liquid to her dark lips occasionally to sip. At her feet lay a creature which occasionally growled, lifting it's spade-shaped head to glar with murky red eyes at anyone who drew too near. His dark pelt was abnormal for the species, a chcolatey brown with ebony stripes, the spines on his back dark and dangerous. For the most part he was content to chew on the bone clutched between his claws.

Itw as a Nexu, one the Zabrak femme had encountered as a cub and saved from his ultimate death. The bond was a strange one, but so far neither had seen fit to kill the other, and the beast looked to the woman with respect. She had no real control over him, though often the illusion she did was given by his mild mannerment, and the creature did as he pleased for the most part, following after her at will.

She'd already received several harsh looks, shot to her from a distance, as people skirted past and prayed the predator at her feet didn't take the sudden urge to attack.

The hand which was not holding her drink held a length of chain, the other end attached to a collar around the Nexu's neck. It was for appearance only, if Phisto chose to attack there would be little she could do about that, more likely than not she'd be dragged along behind if she tried to pull him back. Calmly she took another sip of her drink, golden eyes flickering about restlessly. They were newly arrived here, only just getting their feet on the ground, as it were. Absently she set her drink on the table beside which she stood, kneeling to lightly stroke the soft head of the Nexu. He looked up with a murmur of content, before resuming his chewing. She'd given him the bone, covered in scraps of meat, with the hope it would keep him well occupied while she had a drink or two. So far it served her purpose.

As she rose again, she saw a large male making his way over to her, arms folded over broad chest, eyes narrowed. He paused what he apparently thought to be a safe distance away, snorting in obvious disgust. "That thing doesn't belong in here. You'll end up killing someone you little twit." She arched a brow over dancing eyes curiously. Oh it was true, she was small. There was no arguing that point. For her race she might be considered almost dwarfed, but she was no twit. She was more intelligent than the foolish brute seemed to think. Perhaps he was one of those numbskulls who thought females less intelligent. Poor thing.

She sighed, picking her drink up again with a scarred hand and sipping from it, finishing the drink and playing with the empty glass. "What business of yours is it? He's behaving, though if you don't walk away like a good little boy I might drop the leash and take away that bone of his..." She wasn't looking at him, not directly. She gave the appearance that she cared not a bit what he did, that she was in perfect control. Just what she wanted. Phisto picked up on the tension, lifting his head to look for a moment at Tsuki, then to the man. He bristled, growling and flashing sharp teeth, releasing the bone from the clutch of his claws to lightly rake the sharp points over the ground as if ready to dig them into more yeilding flesh.

The man quickly backed away, stumbling to flee the pair, with a muttered curse and claiming the woman insane. No, not insane... She mused silently to herself. Just smarter than you. She patted the spade-shaped head beside her, and the Nexu settled down to resume chewing on the bone. With a slight shrug, she lifted her glass, gesturing to the barkeep that she wanted another.

Her drink was brought quickly, placed on the table cautiously, and the barkeep fled back to the safety of his bar. Chuckling she took her glass and inspected the drink, as though she expected to find some foreign matter in the liquid. Of course, were someone trying to drug her they'd have been sure to dissolve anything in the drink. It was paranoia acting up, and nothing more. Scolding herself she took a drink and lert the liquid roll ni her mouth for a moment before it slid down her throat in a burning cascade. Ah... Heaven.

 

[Denzein]

(OOC: What world? not a Hutt one, I'm a republic soldier.)

Ry'aan Ellard had watched the two bickering, half expecting the large man to take his chances with the beast on the leash, just so he could have a go at the zabrak girl. He was happily surprised when the giant backed off, as he had been preparing to wade in himself.

The zabrak was pretty, in an alien kind of way, and she handled the situation with utmost skill. He guessed she must be used to turning guys away just like what he had witnessed, although that had hardly been an amorous situation.

He was enjoying his first leave, although it was coming to an end. He had been stationed here for the last week and a half, before moving on to whatever hellhole awaited him next. He was intending to meet up with his soldier buddies later, and get off his face. He had recently discovered that he was fairly attractive, and had spent most of his leave exploiting this to the full. He was currently lining his stomach for the inevitable sea of cheap shots that awaited him later.

He was only sitting two seats away from the zabrak, with the seat in between them unoccupied, mainly due to the thing on the lead. Ry'aan had no idea what it was, and didn't really want a closer look. He turned back to his drink, hoping she hadn't noticed him staring like a loon.

 

[Lyric]

OOC: Call it a small satellite moon under neutral control. I'm really not picky about exact location for this one.

IC: Indeed, the situation had been a far cry from amorous. Then again, it was rare for anyone to have such motivations in approaching her. Generally, it was scum like that one, with some imbecilic complaint about either herself or Phisto. What did they care? So long as his belly was full he was calm. Besides, as runty as he was, by the species standards, he was little threat. That was comparative of course. He was still a sleek, lethal predator, just not as dangerous as a normal-sized Nexu.

She continued sipping her drink, until her slow-moving scan of the place fell on a man a few seats over. Brave of him, to get so close to danger. The thought was amusing, and her curiosity was peaked. She watched him for a moment out of the corner of her eye, taking not he was, for a moment, staring. Was it awe, disgust, or some other unpleasant emotion which ran through his mind as he looked at her? Did it matter?

The answer, of course, was no. However she slid into the chair she'd been standing beside, tucking her legs beneath her and hooking a booted foot over a rung. Her drink was placed before her, and she ran the very tip of one finger around the rim, looking into the glass for a moment before turning gold eyes, shot through with bursts of dark purple, up to look from beneath sooty lashes at the male. It was a look which she'd used before, and one which was prone to causing people to freeze, so demure and sweet the expression. Of course, that was far from her nature, she was more like the Nexu at her feet than a humanoid in many ways. Appearances were good though, and she would use them to her advantage.

Would it catch his eye, draw his attention and perhaps coax him to speaking? Perhaps. A slight smile tugged one corner of her satin lips up in a coy expression, and she chuckled softly to herself.

 

[Denzein]

Why was she doing that? And why had she gotten closer? Ry'aan didn't like how quickly things had progressed. He coughed, feeling uncomfortable. This was what he was supposed to pay for later. How else was the economy going to get his soldier's wage back?

"Uh, nice, ahm, pet." He said at last, only after realising quite how long he had been silent. It sure scared that other guy, damn he was big...

He looked at her again, wondering what her game was...

 

[Lyric]

When he first coughed, and then stammared out a few scarce words she almost howled with laughter. However, she was playing a game, entertaining herself as it were until she finished her drink. That meant she needed to keep the appearance of the ruse she'd adopted so quickly. Her eyes darted to the Nexu as he made what she assumed was a compliment on him, a brow quirked over her dancing eyes.

Obviously he didn't know just what the beast was, or he would likely have chosen different words. [Nice wild animal that's likely to kill anything in it's path should it's mood turn foul is a better description...[/i] Then again, so far the beast hadn't done so. Oh well.

She lifted her head to look him full on across the distance between them, shrugging. "I wouldn't call him a pet. He's better company than most of the people I come across, and when he decides his mood is foul I only get physical wounds. Plus, it's always a perk when you can make those who lack a brain turn and walk away without a fight." Her voice was smooth, flowing with a liquid grace that resembled water in a small brooke when she spoke. Not the cold indifferent tone she'd used to send the first one away.

Now, if this male proved to be the sort who had a one-track mind and that single track being to get some alone time with her, she'd switch tones and manner both in the blink of an eye. Or perhaps she'd let him get close, close enough for her companion to sink his claws into the male and show him what happened when you got too close to someone like her.

Judging by his appearance, he was a soldier. Perhaps getting a drink to forget a few things? No, he was too social for that... Hmm... "So what brings you into this little puddle of slim? I'd think the likes of you better suited to someplace with at least a clean table or two."

 

[Denzein]

Ry'aan was unnerved by now. If this girl was trying to get with him, she was going exactly the wrong way about it. She seemed different to other people he had met, scarier almost. He half expected her to pull a blaster and threaten to put a shot through his skull, but then, that was probably what the thing was for. He looked at it again, his unease at its presence plain. He wasn't scared so much as horribly fascinated by its simple menace.

He looked back up at the zabrak, who seemed to be trying to sweet talk him from the sound of her voice. Was she toying with him? He didn't know, and quite frankly, he wouldn't anyway.

"Uh, I'm on leave. Soldier, republican. Private Ry'aan Ellard, at your service ma'am, although I'd really rather not be 'til I'm half drowned in cheap liquor. Pardon the brashness, squad saying..." He grimaced, the guys would be howling with laughter if they were here.

"As for my taste in bars, this is just a warm up. Meeting my buddies later, we're gonna get hammered."

 

[Lyric]

She listened intently, enjoying his obvious discomfort. It mattered not the unease was due to the Nexu, and not herself entirely, she still gained some pleasure from it. She chuckled once more as he introduced himself, and made a rather amusing little statement about being at her service. She didn't want him, he was of no use to her in any way. She considered introducing herself in turn for a moment, debating the simple matter before decisding it could do no harm.

"Tsuki, and that's all there is to the name." Indeed, she bore no middle or last name, she was a slave after all. Escaped for years, true, but that mattered not. "Don't worry, I'm not into boys with toy guns. Just looking for some friendly conversation." She grinned wickedly, dropping a sly wink before taking another sip from her drink.

Why she'd decided to toy with the soldier in such a manner she wasn't sure, however it was hilarious to her. Weren't these boys taught anything? Perhaps they were all this easy to make squirm... That could be very fun if she got her hands on a few of them. The thought was sorely tempting, but she had the feeling she'd be in trouble if she tried. After all, no sense going out of her way to cause a stir and most likely start a fight.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

Jerrick watched from afar as he entered the dingy club and looked around. Dressed in his typical attire, a leather jerkin cut in places specifically for the warm weather, slightly baggy white cloth pants for comfort all held together by a red sash large enough to hide any weapons or pouches hidden under it. He chuckled watching the two, one obviously playing with the other.

As he approached he used the force to calm the girls pet and knelt down to pet it. "What an absolutely marvelous creature you have." He said smiling at it as it rubbed it's spadded head against Jerricks hand. He stood up and ordered a drink, though it was one that was not harsh, somewhat light in terms of alchohal content. Jerrick paid with credits and sipped it then knelt down petting the creature once more before sauntering over and taking a seat next to the republic officer.

((If you have a problem with me using the force to allow me to pet your characters pet, just let me know I'll be happy to change my intro post for the thread :) I just thought it'd make an amusing entrance.))

 

[Denzein]

"Oh. Thats good, 'cos I thought, um, never mind." Ry'aan stammered, just before the newcomer patted the thing, at which he was shocked. He'd thought it was going to rip his arm off as he'd approached, only for it to calm down completely.

"Can you teach me how to do that? It'd be a great trick to pull..." He asked the newcomer tentatively. He didn't feel at ease about this, he realised he'd just announced his allegiance on a neutral moon, probably crawling with Hutt sympathizers.

He tried to communicate this to the zabrak girl without talking when the man's back was turned with an almost pleading look. He knew there was almost no chance of this getting interpreted as what he intended, and even then she might not feel like helping him out...

 

[Maxx Pryde]

Maxx had been watching from a table in a dark corner. He was really hard to see as his clothes were black. It was extremely hard to notice him, unless one was active looking. In fact, the waiter passed right by him several times before Maxx said something to him.

"Hey, Can I get a water?"

The waiter turned around and had to squint in the darkness. Finally, he saw a figure sitting there.

"Sorry sir, didn't see you. Would you prefer to sit somewhere not as dark..ish?" the waiter asked.

"No. I'm fine right where I am, thank you. I'll just have a water please," Maxx said. He just wasn't completely comfortable coming into the light so everyone could see him. To Maxx, it was a habit. Plus if he sat in the darkest corner, no one would know he was there. And if no one knew he was there, the greater the chance he would have to survive most things.

"Certainly sir, I will return shortly," the waiter said as he departed toward the bar area.

"Idiot," Maxx thought as he watched the waiter disappear behind the bar. He turned his attention back to the main activity in the cantina. A cute Zabrak female and a male, possibly a dignitary or soldier of some kind. Then Maxx's eyes settled on a four legged creature, presumably the Zabrak's pet.

Then he noticed another person by the Zabrak's table. Maxx saw the newcomer bend down to pet the creature, and was surprised that the newcomer wasn't attacked. Maxx's gaze eventually returned to the Zabrak female.

"Here is your water sir," said the waiter returning, bring Maxx's focus back on the waiter and the drink.

"Thank you," Maxx responded.

"Anything else I can get for you sir," the waiter inquired.

"Actually, could you get the strongest drink you have, and take it to the Zabrak female over there," Maxx said waving a head in the Zabrak's general direction, before continuing, "Tell her its from an admirer, and put it on my tab."

"Yes sir," the waiter said disappearing once again. Maxx took a sip of water, and returned his gaze to the Zabrak and her pet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the waiter walked out from behind the bar with a glass, and saw him make his way over to where the other three were situated.

 

[Lyric]

A newcommer joined the duo, bumping it to a lovely trio. She didn't mind that, but her eyes widened in shock as he stroked the dark creature at her feet, complimenting it. Under almost any circumstances, were a humanoid, or for that matter anyone who wasn't her, to approach him the Nexu was agressive and violent. This stranger had the beast behaving like a mild housecat.

Her eyes darkened in suspicion as she watched him take a seat with the silly soldier who was now appartently trying to find out if it was possible for him to learn such a trick- Well no, now the poor male was looking pained. Perhaps something had settled poorly in his gut? T'would be a shame for the lad to loose out on his night of fun due to a stomach bug.

Maybe he was daft enough to think for a moment she was going to go about and share his information to people? As if. She would gladly give whatever details she knew, but not for free, and most deffinately not to someone who had walked up and stroked the feline-like creature.

She eyed the two males, frowning, and chose her words carefully when she spoke next. She didn't mind having a few lads, or even lasses, to play with, but she prefered them to be ones she could treat as pawns. Not one who she had reason to watch like a hawk.

"Thank you, I think." Her brow furrowed, and she glanced down to the Nexu. His forked tail twitched faintly, spaded head resting on his paws, red eyes alert as they looked about. "Normally he doesn't take so kindly to strangers. Don't tell me you're some sort of beast-charmer or other equally silly thing?"

The waiter approached her again, pausing a safe distance from the Zabrak and Nexu. It was obvious which table he was trying to get to, but he dared not venture any closer. "I have a drink, ordered from an... Um..." His eyes were on the creature, who had risen, now sitting beside Tsuki with his head tilted slightly, lips parted with teeth flashing dangerously. "An admirer... Is that thing going to eat me?" The last was said with obvious fright, his voice cracking partially through, and causing Tsuki to chuckle.

"Just don't make a sudden move. He sould play nice for a little longer. An admirer you say? Well, who might it be? I'd like to thank him, perhaps." The man looked about nervously, setting the drink down and backing away before he started stammaring. Obviously this one was far from bright, and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to tell her or not. She rolled her eyes, taking the glass he'd brought and delicately sniffing it. It was strong. She held it up to the light, curious, before taking a small sip. Very strong. A smile crossed her lips, thankful she enjoyed drinks with a kick to them, before waving a hand at the waiter to send him off. He was useless.

She turned back to the two males sitting at the table which was the closest, without being in range of the Nexu's leash. "looks like we've got a little party started here, no?"

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Parties are always fun!" He says smiling taking a drink from his girly-drink. All that was missing was the little umbrella. Jerrick chuckled. "No, not a beast tamer. I've just got a good thing going with syncronicity. Approach things with the proper mind and many doors can open." He said smiling wider and nodding.

Jerrick chuckled and shook his head at the soldier. "No, sorry though. I can't teach my tricks to everyone. It's kind of like a family thing, runs in the blood."

 

[Maxx Pryde]

Maxx watched as the waiter gave the Zabrak the glass, then he left pretty quickly. It was obvious the water wasn't scared that much of the Zabrak, it was her pet that caused him fear. Maxx had never seen any of them before, and he didn't know what made them so scary. Maxx wasn't the type to scare easy, nor often.

Maxx got up from his table, and walked into the light of the bar. Wandering over to the bar, his figure caught the attention of two Twi'Lek females, but Maxx waved them off, clearly telling them he wasn't interested. The two Twi'Lek's wander off, as Maxx walked up to the bar.

"I gave her the drink like you asked. I didn't want to get any closer because of her..., I think its a pet," the waiter said, still clearly frightened from the creature, but trying to regain his composure to continue with his work.

"And this pet has you so freaked?" Maxx asked.

"Very much so. I've read about them. They're called the Nexu. Vicious predators. I stay away from them. I'd advise you to do the same," the waiter said as he poured a glass for another person. He was still shaking though. "It's handler, the Zabrak, said she might want to thank you for the drink. If you go over, be careful," he added.

The waiter went back to work, only to be dragged halfway across the bar by Maxx.

"Let me tell you something. I don't care who or what it is, I am not scared of it, or them. If I go over, it's because I want to talk to her. If her pet has a problem with that. Too bad," Maxx said bringing the waiters face mere inches from his own.

"Ok, um... can you let me go now?" the waiter said. Maxx released his grip on him shortly after. Before Maxx could say something else, someone came over. Maxx recognized him immediately. He didn't know his name, but knew he was a freelancer, doing anything he could to get credits.

"I need to talk to you, alone," the freelancer said, and Maxx motioned the dark table he had been sitting at in the corner. The two walked over to the table and sat down, before the freelancer continued, "Some people back on Coruscant haven't liked the way you've been doing things. They've placed a bounty on your head. Its not an official bounty, so not every bounty hunter will be looking for you. It's only available to those associated with the person in particular. I'm here to collect."

"The only way you'll do that is over my dead body," Maxx said, defiantly. Both the freelancer and Maxx secretly drew their blasters.

"That's the plan. You're worth alot more to this person dead than alive. Now, stand...," the freelancer started to say, raising his blaster up, but the sound of blaster fire stopped the freelancer in his tracks. Maxx got up, put his blaster back in its holster.

"Anybody ever tell you, you talk too much," Maxx said to the now dead freelancer, as he started to walk away. He walked back over to the bar. "Sorry bout the mess," he said, and motioned for the waiter to get him a strong drink.

After the waiter got back with his drink, he picked up the glass from the bar. Taking a sip he started walking, in the general direction of the Zabrak.

 

[Draugen]

OOC: Is there still a spot open? Ill delete the post if not

Raefan walked into a bar on a moon that he got passage to. He saw a dog-looking thing with spines and brown and bone white stripes. He walked up to the bar, ordered an Alderannian ale, and then sat at an empty table next to the Zabrak female with the dog looking thing. He drank his ale, and then heard the conversation, and deciding it was getting Interesting. Then he heard the sound of blaster fire in a dark corner. He put his hand on his blaster, took it out and checked the bullet type in it. it was set on normal rounds mode. He kept it in his hand and then walked over to the Trio with the dog."If I may ask, what kind of creature is that?he asked once he was with in earshot, but in safe distance to shot at the beast should it attack.

 

[Denzein]

"Two parties in one night, lucky me." Ry'aan said, feeling distinctly alienated as the least charismatic of the group. He didn't know who this guy was, but he must either have grown up with animals, or be force-sensitive. He let this sink in, feeling both excitement and trepidation... Was this man a Jedi? Surely if he was Ry'aan could be open with him, for they aren't exactly known as introverts.

But then, he had never met a Jedi before. He wondered what they were like, how they maintained such an almost mythical status in the galaxy. He thought about how they fought, were the stories true? Could they take on entire armies single-handed? Undoubtedly, most of them were just barracks cheap talk, but some of them must be. Besides, Ry'aan believed most of them secretly.

He wanted to ask the man all of his questions, his curiosity well and truly roused. He took another drink, downing the remainder of his glass and motioning for the barman to give him another. The thought that asking these questions might lead to the jedi's unwanted discovery never crossed his mind, caught up as he was with his wonder.

"Oh, thats too bad, they guys would have loved to see me stick my head down one of those things' heads and not get it bitten off." He mumbled, kind of embarrassed that he had asked to learn from a Jedi. Of course, he still had no proof, but that didn't stop him believing what he wanted.

There was a blaster shot, and Ry'aan jumped, his hand instinctively shooting to his side, where he found his empty belt slot where his holster should be. Damn. Instead he reached down to his boot, pulling his combat knife nervously. He brought it up where everyone could see it, toying with it skillfully without really thinking.

Realising he had ignored everyone for a while, he addressed the zabrak. "So what animal is that? It's fascinating... Oh, and there's a man coming up behind you, heads up." He said, noticing the man approaching.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

Jerrick frowned hearing the shot and then seeing a dead man laying there. The bouncers in the club seemed to already be moving in to move the corpse out onto the street to keep the cops outside the building. He sighed, shaking his head and then returned to his drink. After many different missions and his own experiences he knew this was a common thing to happen in outlying planets where there was little lawmen and many simply took justice into their own hands. At anyrate there was nothing he coul do but hope things didn't escalate.

 

[Draugen]

OOC:Maybe wait for lyric

 

[Lyric]

OOC: There is always more room in an open thread, if it's one I've made. So long as posting order is maintained at least. =)


IC: Not a beast tamer, eh? Well I wonder what his trick is then... Frowning she thought about that little issue, not seeing a need to respond to the statement. She was distracted though, by the single shot of blaster fire.

It is said that you can tell the sort of life a person leads by their reactions, and if the reaction to the sound from both beast and Zabrak was any indication, they had not lead a very charmed existence. The Nexu was on his paws, crouched low to the ground and watching the man who'd fired the shot closely, every muscle in his body ready to move, wicked-sharp claws digging into the floor and leaving marks as the beast prepared to launch itself at any threat.

The girl had responded in a similar manner, with speed her height had hid. Out of her seat, and the baton-swords drawn to her hands. The twin weapons lay along her legs, knees bent slightly as her keen eyes quickly checked the Nexu to see where his sharper senses had directed his attention, following that course to watch the man. One dead. No other casualties of injuries. Unsettling, but perhaps it had been a carefully planned attack, not a random act of violence which could be repeated with her as the target.

She did not settle, nor did her pet, but they gave the image of it. Tsuki leaning casually against the wall as she had been before the soldier came over, and Phisto backing up to sit beside her, his forked tail curling around her left ankle almost possessively.

The woman flicked her gave to the two men, taking note of the knife Ry'aan was toying with. He had skill with the piece, something she could appreciate. She too was known to weild such weapons, however she was more comfortable with the ones laying against her legs. She needed to put one back though, to keep a proper hold on Phisto. He was less likely to move far from her with the possibility of danger, but she'd let the loop at the end of the lead fall down her wrist to hold the weapon better. Unhappily she replaced the baton-sword at her hip, and wrapped her fingers around the lead.

With the same seeming-calm, she watched the newest addition, and responded to him. "You can ask." She nodded. "Nexu. He's a bit of an oddball, with the coloration and size. Only explanation for the color I can think of is his sire was a black."

She might have said more, but the warning of another person approaching sent her gaze to seek out the male who walked in her direction. It seemed she was popular today, a lot of attention being drawn in her direction. Maybe because she was a reasonably-attractive female, more likely because of the creature who guarded her side. She gave a small nod of thanks to the soldier, and kept her eyes on the man. He was the one who'd fired the shot... This could turn bad if he'd not had his fill of random violence yet...

 

[Maxx Pryde]

Maxx approached the Zabrak, and now at least 4 others near her, and the Nexu. He could tell the Nexu was now agitated, and could possibly attack him, so he stayed a few feet away. He also noticed one of the other men, with a knife in his hand. Maxx knew he had heard the shot, as well as everyone else, and knew the other man might do something.

"Easy buddy. I may have killed one, but that doesn't mean I'll kill someone else," Maxx said addressing the man with the knife. His gaze settled on the Zabrak, while keeping a wary eye on the Nexu. "Greeting miss, I heard from the waither that you might want to thank me. I'm the one that sent the drink over. Interesting pet you've got there. Never seen a Nexu that doesn't attack quite on sight."

Maxx heard a small commotion and turned to see some bouncers carry, or at least try to carry, the dead form of the freelancer outside the club. The bouncer had also took his mask off to reveal a Trandoshan. There wasn't that much of a law enforcement on this world, which meant almost everything goes. But Maxx had only killed the freelancer, and unless someone else attacked him first, he wasn't going to kill anyone else.

 

[Denzein]

Ry'aan attempted a little bravado, he was a soldier, after all. "I'll keep the knife out, if its all the same to you. I don't trust killers." As soon as he had said this, however, he cringed mentally. I don't trust killers? Everyone I know is a killer... He thought, but then, bravado wasn't about the thinking. If he'd been on a republican world, he'd have been duty bound to arrest the man. He thanked the force he wasn't.

Despite being in the conversation from the start, he still felt like the outsider. He guessed this was just down to his low self esteem, but it was still an upsetting notion. But then, the zabrak had nodded at him... did that mean she'd stopped treating him like a feline's ball of wool? He began toying with his knife again.