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Thank goodness Nabassk wasn't allergic to sand.
Tatooine wasn't dubbed a sand planet for no reason after all, He found the planet absolutely magnificent, he wished he could just lay around, and look at the twin suns from the corner of his vision. But no, he had a Jedi to find, and it was this goal that brought him to a sleazy little cantina, giving the performing dancers a look that lasted two seconds before turning away, females never really interesting him.
It was the bartender that did interest him, He tapped twice on the bar with his clawed first finger, getting the Human's attention. "What do ya want, Scaly?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.
Nabassk ignored what he assumed to be a jab at him, asking in basic, his words coming out hissed "Do you know of a Mirialan Jedi Master known as Zirganni?"
The bartender blinked at him, "Who's asking?"
Nabassk sighed, he didn't have the patience for this. He reached into the spot in his coat where his lightsaber was hidden, taking the weapon out and slamming it on the bar. Narrowing his eyes at the tender afterwards. "Someone who could so easily have this through your belly." The Trandoshan threatened, causing a widening of eyes from the tender, "Look.. I-I don't know nothing, okay?" he stammered.
Nabassk shook his head, sighing heavily once more, turning he looked around for an empty table "Would have been so easy if you had said that in the first place, Human." the man said over his shoulder as he walked to the table he decided he would rest at for the time being.
Tatooine wasn't dubbed a sand planet for no reason after all, He found the planet absolutely magnificent, he wished he could just lay around, and look at the twin suns from the corner of his vision. But no, he had a Jedi to find, and it was this goal that brought him to a sleazy little cantina, giving the performing dancers a look that lasted two seconds before turning away, females never really interesting him.
It was the bartender that did interest him, He tapped twice on the bar with his clawed first finger, getting the Human's attention. "What do ya want, Scaly?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.
Nabassk ignored what he assumed to be a jab at him, asking in basic, his words coming out hissed "Do you know of a Mirialan Jedi Master known as Zirganni?"
The bartender blinked at him, "Who's asking?"
Nabassk sighed, he didn't have the patience for this. He reached into the spot in his coat where his lightsaber was hidden, taking the weapon out and slamming it on the bar. Narrowing his eyes at the tender afterwards. "Someone who could so easily have this through your belly." The Trandoshan threatened, causing a widening of eyes from the tender, "Look.. I-I don't know nothing, okay?" he stammered.
Nabassk shook his head, sighing heavily once more, turning he looked around for an empty table "Would have been so easy if you had said that in the first place, Human." the man said over his shoulder as he walked to the table he decided he would rest at for the time being.
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