Watch it, buddy!

[Hask Jen]

Hask walked into the cantina in Mos Eisley space port. With some time for himself and nothing better to do, he decided on a well deserved drink.

He walked over to the bar and took a seat. He pulled the hood of his poncho back and placed the helmet of his stalker armour down on the counter, its T-visor staring back at him. He made sure that the rest of his poncho still concealed his two Westar-1 pistols and lightsabers perfectly. Despite people becoming more accustomed to having a Pureblood around, the sabers on his hips still attracted unwanted attention sometimes so keeping them out of sight had become second nature by now.

He ordered a tall glass of ale and as soon as it was placed he downed the entire pint in a few thirsty gulps. "Bartender, hit me again!" he said cheerfully and the bartender obliged with another glass.

This time he took his time, sipping slowly at the ice cold drink as he just minded his own business, taking what he considered a well-deserved break.

@Nor'baal

 

[Jorhan Caelli Merced]

"....tha's what sh..." Gideon had already forgotten the punchline of his hilarious joke, turning his attentions back to the bar as some newcomer barged into his space. He dropped his hand to his pistol, shaking off the urge to draw, and instead slammed his credits on the bartop. "Beer me!" he shouted, taking the preffered beverage and turning to face the red-skinned devil who approached.

He was with a crewmate, some lofty and astere looking Twi'lek, who was known to Jorhan to run at the first time of trouble, often trouble he caused.

"You need to watch yourself buddy." the Twi'lek sneered at the newcomer, jabbing his thumb in the direction of his mate, Jorhan.

"Yeah. He doesn't like you." Jorhan drooled at Hask, the Twi'lek nodding, and folding its spindly looking arms.

"I don't like you either!" Jorhan jabbed his finger into the mans chest, a sneer cracking across his face as he did so.

 

[Hask Jen]

Hask's right hand dropped to his lightsabre as the two men spoke with him. With his left hand he took another sip before turning his head to speak to the two drunkards.

Before he could open his mouth he got a jab against his chest plate. He looked down with an annoyed expression then back at the man. "Listen, buddy, I'd just sit down and keep my mouth shut if I were you." he said in a calm but cold tone to the man as he lifted his glass to his mouth.

If these guys were going to continue messing with him, there would be big trouble in store for them. Usually he would just wave people like them off, but today he wasn't feeling so generous.

@Nor'baal

 

[Jorhan Caelli Merced]

"We're wanted men! Jorhan continued, watching as the man appeared to take a sudden interest in the hilt of a lightsaber, he gestured tothe increasingly nervous Twi'lek, who was flaking in his desire to back him up.

"I've got the death mark, in twelve systems." he sneered, placing his drink down, and puffing out his chest. [color=yellow["So why don't you take your fancy dress,"[/color] he looked the man up and down "...and KARK OFF!" he shouted, headbutting the Sith sqaure in the face, as he drove his right knee up into the mans chest.

OOC - You want some, I'll give it ya.

 

[Hask Jen]

He scoffed at the drunkard as he bragged about his death mark and bounty.

He decided to just ultimately ignore the nerf-herders and go on about his business...until the man's forehead collided with his.

It didn't hurt all that much, but it definitely took the Pureblood by surprise, causing him to stumble off the stool. He recovered just in time to see the man's leg coming up to meet him. Hask decided that enough is enough and drew his lightsabre with his right hand, igniting the blade as he swung with the tip pointed downward to slice through the man's leg above the knee as it levelled to hit him.

With all the man's focus committed to the kick, combined with his drunken state, it would be pretty difficult to dodge the crimson blade as it flew to meet his leg.

@Nor'baal

 

[Jorhan Caelli Merced]

"Kark you!" Jorhan screamed as his leg fell to the floor rather helplessly. Collapsing onto Hask, he breifly saw his Twi'lek friend bolting from the bar in terror. Headbutting the man again as he fell, he but the mans collar-bone area in fury, loosing blood fast.

"'tis but a scratch!" he shouted, hopping away from the man after his bite attack "'ave at you!" Jorhan hopped at the man, head forward, like a battering ram.

 

[Hask Jen]

He stood in place, watching as the man bounced around like an idiot on one leg. He tried to bite the Pureblood but his teeth grazed harmlessly against the durasteel armour.

"A scratch?! I just cut off your bloody leg!" Hask shouted in diebelief, pointing with his off hand at the leg on the floor.

The man charged at him once again, but Hask simply pushed him back by his head. "Stop it, otherwise I'll cut off your other leg as well." he said as he pushed the man back.

This would probably be funny down the line but for now he was properly confused by the situation.

@Nor'baal

 

[Jorhan Caelli Merced]

"Argh!" he dropped to the stumps floor, pain coursing through his body, yet a heady concoction of drugs and booze somehow keeping him going. Watching as Hask appeared the lessen his attack, he sneered. "Come 'ere! I'll knaw your 'ead off!" he shouted, gnashing his teeth like a mad man, and hopping forward as his went slightly lightheaded from bloodloss.

"Knaw you...y..." everything went black, and he collapsed, death claiming him.

Without a seconds thought, as the commotion came to an end, the band resumed playing, and the bar got back to its boozy business.

 

[Hask Jen]

Hask stood there, his blade still ignited but lowered to the side. He was utterly shocked at what had happened.

The man collapsed to the floor, finally succumbing to his wound. Deciding to leave the man where he was, Hask extinguished his lightsabre and dropped a few more credits on the counter than was necessary. "For the mess as well." he said to the bartender, taking his helmet, turning to the door and heading out.

Once outside he went to his ship, deciding to clean his armour and wash his face with cold water just to make sure this wasn't some dream he was having.


This was most certainly not how he planned for this day to go.


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