It isn't that the kid's big eyes didn't do nothing to Preef, but it was hard to- "Stop looking at me like that!" the rodian yelled and shoved the blaster a bit deeper in in it's father's cheek. "Or do you want to be the reason your papa gets a bolt to the face!?"
Ofcourse, now tears started streaming down its face and its lips started shaking uncontrollable and independently of each other, producing a shaky, raspy and beautiful Shadaa-Blues sound that was unfortunately way too high-pitched and waaay TOO LOUD. "Shut her up!" the rodian pressed the barrel of his blaster pistol even deeper into the man's cheek but the worthless thirty-something human was utterly useless as he himself was whimpering even worse than his child.
Now, you're probably wondering how a handsome young rodian gunslinger like Preef Callo ended up robbing a simple laborer on a mid rim industrial planet like Metalorn. One word: Hutts. About two weeks ago a Hutt was overheard by his lackey about a shipment of Auridium being delivered to a factory on Metalorn intended as currency for the sale of about a dozen old Sorosuub starfighters. Now, rumor had it the shipment was protected by a Sector Ranger escort (@Sreeya) and Preef didn't really feel like having a showdown with the law, so here he was trying to get this laborer's access pass to the factory..
Ofcourse he didn't know that the laborer's wife wasn't just a beautiful Zabrak with an hourglass figure to die for, but that she was also the factory secretary assigned to liaison with the Sector Ranger. Who had not only come home early that day to celebrate the kid's seventh birthday, but had also overheard the events inside the apartment before betraying her own presence. She had dialed up that ranger's holo-frequency quicker that Preef could let out a fart.
So while the ranger was no doubt already on her way, Preef was still trying to check the human's teeth for molars with his pistol while shouting at the roaring baby girl to shut the kriff up. In all the commotion he had completely forgotten to ask for the access pass and didn't realize that for the past three minutes they'd been laying in full view right there on the coffee table.
@Sreeya
Ofcourse, now tears started streaming down its face and its lips started shaking uncontrollable and independently of each other, producing a shaky, raspy and beautiful Shadaa-Blues sound that was unfortunately way too high-pitched and waaay TOO LOUD. "Shut her up!" the rodian pressed the barrel of his blaster pistol even deeper into the man's cheek but the worthless thirty-something human was utterly useless as he himself was whimpering even worse than his child.
Now, you're probably wondering how a handsome young rodian gunslinger like Preef Callo ended up robbing a simple laborer on a mid rim industrial planet like Metalorn. One word: Hutts. About two weeks ago a Hutt was overheard by his lackey about a shipment of Auridium being delivered to a factory on Metalorn intended as currency for the sale of about a dozen old Sorosuub starfighters. Now, rumor had it the shipment was protected by a Sector Ranger escort (@Sreeya) and Preef didn't really feel like having a showdown with the law, so here he was trying to get this laborer's access pass to the factory..
Ofcourse he didn't know that the laborer's wife wasn't just a beautiful Zabrak with an hourglass figure to die for, but that she was also the factory secretary assigned to liaison with the Sector Ranger. Who had not only come home early that day to celebrate the kid's seventh birthday, but had also overheard the events inside the apartment before betraying her own presence. She had dialed up that ranger's holo-frequency quicker that Preef could let out a fart.
So while the ranger was no doubt already on her way, Preef was still trying to check the human's teeth for molars with his pistol while shouting at the roaring baby girl to shut the kriff up. In all the commotion he had completely forgotten to ask for the access pass and didn't realize that for the past three minutes they'd been laying in full view right there on the coffee table.
@Sreeya