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Bela Vistal, Moutain City on Corellia.
The Cantina was pretty crowded, the music wasn't too bad and the barkeeper hadn't even twitched when she came in with the strill walking beside her. True the strill was still a bit damp from it's lastest bath but the worst of the musky smell was tolerable. Iria made sure she gave a hefty tip and took her drink, Corellian brandy and the bowl of milk for Cuyan to the tables.
She was not in the best of moods at the moment. In truth she didn't want to be here at all, but a promise was a promise...
She brushed back her dyed blue hair and sighed not really in the mood for her drink, but set the bowl of milk where Cuyan could get to it. The strill made a pleased rumbling sound and began to lap up the milk. It was really funny how the six legged, fanged, golden furred critter, managed to look both; violent and domestic at the same time...
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--Tipp walked into the cantina in Mountain City. He was tired having been training rigorously for about three months. His job as an Imperial sniper was getting harder and more grueling every day. Finally his time for leave came. Deciding it was time he got off planet again Tipp went to Correllia.
--He was dressed in his gray rugged travel clothing, with an imperial symbol on his sleeve. His belt had his trusty blaster holstered on it. He ran a hand through his brown hair as he entered the cantina. He was exhausted. If one person ticked him off, well Tipp would show them what his Spec Ops training could do.
--He took a seat at the main bar and ordered his drink. On the way to the bar Tipp managed to get a lay out of the place and the occupants inside. No one threatening yet… Edited by: Tipp Gravin at: 8/26/07 12:16 am
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--Jaxx was sitting in the corner of the cantina watching the people come in He was wearing his Jedi Padawan robes and his training light saber. . It was strange; he was supposed to be seeing different ways of life so he had traveled back to his home planet of Corellia. He had never been to this part though and found it very different. Some strange people had entered this cantina.
--A woman who was short and had blue hair came in earlier. A little after that a man who looked like he was military came in, Jaxx managed to see the Imperial logo on his sleeve. The short woman looked like a criminal what would happen if this turned into a confrontation? Jaxx would just have to see what would happen.
Re: Relax, Regroup, Yeah Right, (open)
The woman known to the underworld only as "Cobalt" had found an opportunity for a rare and badly needed leave of absence from the Crimson Ferret's Revenge. As much as she loved her crew and as deeply as she felt obligated to the people who'd taken her in... sometimes Alema had a hard time handling them. She was beginning to get a little worn, a little tired, and it had only been a few months.
On the pretense that she needed to do some searching for provisions on Corellia, Alema had gotten permission to take some time off. Truth be told, if she'd explained to anyone that she simply needed time away to sort some things out for herself, no one would have objected. The only thing driving her to create other tasks as a pretense was her own obsession with concealing her true motives even from people who considered themselves her close friends.
Especially from them. Especially when they were the problem.
So the twi'lek had taken her python Haly, the only thing she'd taken with her from her ship after the invasion of Myrkr, and a few days' worth of clothes. Some solitude had begun to sound attractive, and failing that... a change of scenery, a change of cast. New people with no power to intrude on her thoughts.
Leaving the mediocre hotel she'd called home for the past few days, Alema slipped Haly'nilim into her purse where he'd be safe, warm, and most importantly contained while she was out, and headed to a cantina for some dinner. Seeing a twi'lek out on her own tended to surprise some folk, particularly in more affluent areas where it was expected she'd be escorted by her master. Even here, where fewer questions were asked, Alema's vivid cerulean skin tended to catch the eyes of strangers.
Don't go by Cobalt for nothing, she noted for the hundredth time. Just the same. I do tend to catch attention.
Hoping to find an area of the bar where she wouldn't be the most notable person, she scanned the room and found a young woman with dyed blue hair, sitting alone with... a strill. Much as Alema despised anything with fur, there was no denying that this woman was more likely to be questioned and discussed than a twi'lek. Might be a good move to hang around there.
She sat down at a table next to Iria's, carefully sidestepping the strill and pulling out a chair only an arm's length away. Hopefully anyone who pointed her out would be answered 'yeah but look at that girl with the critter!' Ordering a glass of blue milk and rycrit stew, Alema did her best to keep from thinking about anything in particular. Brooding on her problems didn't do any good unless her thoughts brought solutions. After running in circles for weeks, solutions didn't seem forthcoming.
She looked across her shoulder to the blue-haired woman and lifted her glass of blue milk in one blue hand. "Thank the Maker. We apparently match," she pointed out with a smirk.
Re: Relax, Regroup, Yeah Right, (open)
Iria started on her unwanted drink watching as Cuyan drank the milk from the bowl on the floor beside her. She'd thought of putting the bowl on the table but figured if the strill started wagging it's tail it might upset the folks at the next table. She didn't want trouble.
She looked at the newer folks coming in and wondered where they were coming from, as she scratched the strill's golden head with her free hand, and took another drink of her brandy.
Seeing the off duty Imperial made her tense up with the raid a while back it would be bad to be noticed for having been part of it, now...
Then the Twi'lek lady came in. She'd ordered a drink and sat down at the other table near her and Cuyan.
At the Twi'lek's words Iria had to smile dispite her mood. "I'll drink to that." she did and then Cuyan's head shot up sniffing around.
~~Uh no.~~ Iria thought with a sinking feeling...
Edited by: Iria Blaedz at: 8/26/07 12:46 am
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Watching Iria from his small perch in the corner, Range stared with small black eyes at Cuyan, trying to get the Strills attention. It was almost an ongoing game that Range himself was only playing with the six-legged creature. The Strill was a natural predator, and by his build, Range was normally seen as prey. Regardless of the fact he was a trained Mandolorian scout, seeing as he was on the extreme short side, and that he was a rodent usually sent anything non-sentient and bigger than him into a rampage. Jumping down from his seat, the Chadra Fan slowly crept unseen beneath the tables of other patrons.
As a scout, Range normally was sent ahead of the other Mandolorians in battle, to find any weakness in the enemy he could, to make sure everything was prepared for the main assault. But in order to do that, the rodent needed to understand how all his fellow Mando'ade faught, their prospective styles. And Iria was first on his list. With Cuyan, she already had a dangerous advantage, but unfortounatly, the Chadra Fan could not use it, as the Strill would probably go after him instead of their opponents. Making sure his light armour was on in case of the worst, Range leapt clear over the Strill to land alongside Iria.
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Iria had drawn the beskar dagger before she'd even thought of it. Even as Cuyan snapped at the armor covered rodent...
Seeing that Range had turned up she shook her head, and patted Cuyan before turning her dual colored eyes on the Chadra fan; as she put away her dagger.
"Su'cuy vod'ika. Don't tease Cuyan like that. I don't want to have to say the rememberance with your name in it because of a joke." she said evenly.
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--Tipp did not care for others any more. He had lost that side of his personality after his first Imperial assignment. He only cared for his orders and the completion of those orders. The bar tender was trying to start a conversation with him. Tipp looked up from his drink and gave the bartender a cold lifeless stare.
--Then Tipp reached over the bar and grabbed the man by the shirt.
--“Don’t talk to me.” Tipp said coldly to the man.
--“Listen, d-d-don’t hurt me. Look I am not a criminal. But they are.” The bartender said.
--Tipp released the man and looked at the group in the corner. Hmm, he might as well take them into custody. Tipp then knocked over the man sitting next to him glass.
--“You drunk, you buy me another.” The drunken man said to Tipp.
--“No.”
--“gaa.” He man said standing from his stool.
--The man raised a fist and swung drunkenly at Tipp. Tipp grabbed the man and slammed him into the wall. The drunk kicked Tipp a few times, but Tipp repeatedly punched him.
--“Don’t. Piss. Off. The. Empire.”Tipp said between swings.
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Darth Fidelis had been sitting back in a dark corner. His face dimly lighting with each puff of a cigar. He had several bottles emptied and was waitting on more. He could smell strill and a worse smell. Imperial. The bar was starting to get loud and full.
"Keep it the hell down won't you. Before i loose my patience and buzz and kill all of yens. Test me, go ahead test me".
He stood up and started walking to the mens room. He tripped over something fleshy and smelly. Cuyen, what the hell was he doing he. Fidelis scratched the strill head and stood up. He could see young Iria standing next to something ugly.
" Iria, there something beside you. Ugg man what is that thing, smells worse then Cuyen".
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Alema was distracted from the completely nonsensical assortment of fuzzy creatures around Iria by the worsening confrontation at the bar.
"Don’t. Piss. Off. The. Empire."
Alema frowned deeply as she watched the apparent imperial officer harassing the bartender and beating up on a drunk for no apparent reason. It was so senseless, so rude, that she wished for a moment there was something she could do to stop him. Unfortunately getting involved would just create more chaos and likely end poorly for her.
It was around then that a mysterious shadowy figure from one of the darker corners of the bar took it on himself to enforce some basic courtesy... in his own way. Pleased that she wasn't the only one annoyed by such pointlessly disruptive behavior, Alema turned her attention back to the small furry crowd Iria was collecting. Her pet was bad enough, but now there were two creatures covered in that scratchy filthy parasite-attracting stinking wet covering of dead fibers that a more sympathetic eye saw as fur.
The twi'lek imagined letting her python out to see how he matched up against the smaller animal, but was halted in her reverie when she took a moment to think and realized the creature was sentient. Perhaps not, then. It would hardly be appropriate to kill the little creature simply for being what he was, particularly if he were intelligent enough to comprehend the slight.
Leaving the shadowy figure and the blue-haired young woman to their conversation, Alema tried to sort out just what it was about him that was so... conspicuous. He hadn't been bothering anyone and she'd only recently even noticed him. Just the same, there was something compelling about him that didn't mesh up with his behavior.
Force user, maybe? That'd be weird, though there are plenty of Jedi here, I guess. It was a tentative guess and one that would likely never be confirmed or disproven, but Alema was trying to take her mind off her own problems and at least it gave her something else to think about.
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Jaxx saw the fight begin. The Imperial seemed to have intentionally started it. Jaxx had only just found out about his force sensitivity. He hadn’t even had a lot of training. But he would have to do something about this. Why though? He was only sixteen.
He wished his master was here right now. He calmed his mind. Fear was bad, stay at peace. Jaxx decided to let the fight continue to see if any one else would get in it. Jaxx shifted part of his focus from the fight, to the rest of the cantina.
A fury greater was sitting by the woman with blue hair. Then he saw a man trip over the creature. Jaxx looked around some more. What was the point of his master sending him here?
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"Osik, there goes the relaxing part of the evening." Iria muttered as the off duty Imperal Officer started punching the crud out of a drunken man.
She bit back a grin at Arumi, as Cuyan sniffed noisily at his feet. As if debating about trying to snap at his boots. "This is Range," she nodded to the Chadra Fan. "He's another verd, Ori'vod." Iria said with a wry grin.
Iria had finished her Corellian brandy by this time. Seeing the Imperal continue to beat up on the drunk made her mad. "I'm getting a refill you want anything?" she asked looking from Arumi, Range, and a quick look at the Twi'lek at the table next to them. "You're in on the offer too. If you want something let me know."
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Iria waited a moment more and then got to her feet smoothly and headed towards the bar. "I think he's down for the count. Unless you want to end up in prison for murder you'll let him go now." she said to the Imperial officer.
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Fidelis looked over at the rat then at the imperial officer. He sniffed the air and detected the scent of another force user. Fidelis was glad he was masking his signature or he would have jedi swarming him.
" The names Arumi Vod, pleasure to meet you will tell you more when we are away from the imps and jedi. Iria would love a jawa juice. Gona be good after i beat down an Imp".
Fidelis moved casually towards where Iria was now taunting the imp. He lit up a smoke and placed it in his lips. He was never one to resist a good bar brawl. Expecially if he could beat down an imp or two. Atleast those that had no honor, or those that opposed his Vod.
" I suggest ya listen to the girl if you like your teeth where they belong mate. Hate to send you back to Viktor as damaged merchandice".
Re: Relax, Regroup, Yeah Right, (open)Please let him stay distracted by that stranger, Alema prayed as Cuyan inspected Arumizy. Her attention was caught again by Iria's Mando'a profanity. If she'd heard the word osik once she'd heard it a million times. Mandalorians. This should be interesting.
Iria's offer of free drinks did not go unnoticed. She had to admit, she was impressed. Basic courtesy meant a great deal to Alema, and it was sadly lacking in the circles in which she travelled. She nodded in response to Iria's inquiry and lifted her empty glass. "Blue milk, thank you," she replied. Only Alema would sit in a bar and order blue milk. Well, Alema and Cuyan.
So far the strill was ignoring Alema, and that was a small blessing. Ordinarily all manner of crawling, creeping varmints, critters, and small living oddities were drawn to her, despite her best efforts. Anything subsentient seemed to find the twi'lek irresistible, and Alema cursed the Force every time it meant some little fuzzy thing sniffing and prodding and inspecting her with a wet nose or dirty paws.
So far so good, though. Maybe her luck would hold.
In fact, things were looking up. It seemed as though the generous young lady was about to receive some backup in teaching that imperial some manners. Alema had no love for the empire, but this one looked fairly harmless. Just a thug looking to prove himself by beating up drunks. Hardly a credit to the more cunning men and women holding his leash, but Alema decided privately that she'd enjoy seeing him shown his place.
Re: Relax, Regroup, Yeah Right, (open)"Suc'uy Arumi Vod. I hunger to teach the Imperial upstart a lesson. Oh and Hello."
After a quick hello to Alema, Range Leapt down from the table, keeping a safe distance from Cuyan, Range skittered along after Iria, eager for a bit of excitment. The life that he lived was more filled with constant walking, hiding and recording. Unless his Vod were in battle or some violence, Range never usually got to be involved in any battle or duel whatsoever.
A pity, as he dearly loved the look he often got when his opponent realised he had been bested by a metre high rat. Cuyan was busy with Arumizy and so, Range was able to concentrate fully on the Imperial. Sliding out his wrist blades, the Chadra Fan leapt up onto the bar, so as to be at the same height as the other Mandolorians. Staring at the Imperial with small black eyes, the ratling smiled with pointed teeth.
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"I think he's down for the count. Unless you want to end up in prison for murder you'll let him go now."
"Listen to them. This is no place to be a hero."
Tipp dropped the man. Then he turned and looked to the speakers it was the blue haired woman and Chadra Fan. Tipps cold lifeless eyes examined her. No one likes Imperials, but he wasn’t one. He was never like this before. Tipps eyes saw the blades in the chadra fans hands. If only they knew the extent of his training. Tipp felt as if his mind was torn in two places.
It was such irony though. Criminals telling him what to do. Tipp examined the rest of the cantina from the corners of his eyes. He then saw the separatist symbol on his gloves. The past. Finally Tipp decided to speak.
“Back off, I am in no mood to harm any one else. But if you threaten me, well your mistake.” Tipp said to the two.
They would never know off his life before the empire. Tipp would give them two minuets to back get out of his way.
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The hooded figure in the corner of the cantina watched as the encounter between the Mando'ade and Imperial unfolded.
Slowly he made his way toward the bar until he was directly behind Tipp. Hearing Tipps threat and keeping his face hidden Kane spoke.
" I,d keep the peace if I were you Gravin, there are others here as deadly if not more so than yourself, and a former seperatist has many enemies, I should know"
Kane lifted his head and let the hood fall to reveal his face.
With a steely gaze he looked his former Seperatist spec ops student in the eye.
" Ke nu jurkad rha Mando'ade Burc'ya"
His words may have been to avoid a conflict that he would have lost. But they rang with more of a threat, Fidelis glared at him. He had threatened young Iria and her new rat vod friend.
" vod Kane i knew i felt you hiding around here. Ha this little scruffy rat is rather interesting. Anyways back to the job at hand. You think you could hurt me Di'kut. I am dar'jetii, Siit and anything else you want to say. I would rip your lungs out and feed you them".
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"Fate has a odd sense of timing..." Quoter unknown.....
Iria frowned and started to comment to the Imperial officer's words but Kane, and Arumi beat her to the punch so to speak.
About then several drunken persons coming out of the freshers took in the situation and yelled some curses before charging those standing, blasters and huge vibro blades drawn.
One got taken to the floor with a golden, musky strill hitting their side. Their outcry of pain was followed by some others getting to their feet and drawning weapons. Others where diving behind the tables they'd knocked over.
The Barkeeper was yelling about no fighting in the bar, he was keeping his head down behind the bar.
"Must be play time." Iria muttered, as she pulled out her verpine and dagger....
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An eye peeked into the cantina.
He might have ventured in with a "Hello?", but that might have gotten him a fist to the face. Cautious, Salvador Messiah, Jedi Padawan, slipped in the entrance, attempting to avoid the brouhaha. Not knowing the reason for the conflict, the young man stayed out of it until it was clear what side he should be assisting, if either. He would not be pleased with himself if he leapt to the aid of a deathstick dealer, or some such thing.
He placed his hand on the vibroblade underneath his inconspicuous black overcoat. He knew he COULD be holding one of the training lightsabers, but the whole concept had seemed so childish that he just decided to go with a nice, thin, sword, capable of at least contending with any weapon that he may be faced with, but solid, so that he could possibly be non-lethal, non-maiming. He wanted to have his own saber, but his quest for a crystal hadn't begun yet, and he wanted to be able to still defend himself. So, the only answer, for the moment, was a vibroblade.
He could feel the rage in the room growing. Here's hoping cooler heads prevail... but they probably won't...
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When blasters and blades were drawn, Alema ducked down behind her table with another patron. They exchanged a look, weary and vaguely annoyed. Most of the people in this bar hadn't come for a fight, and Alema for one was not prepared for it. She reached down and flicked slim blue fingers beneath the rim of her bracelet to turn the weapon on. Hopefully she wouldn't be close enough to any of the violent ones to use it.
She swallowed and checked the door. Smaller fights were spreading through the bar as combatants were shoved into one another and out into the crowd. There didn't seem to be any good way to get through the crowd to leave, and right now that was all that was on Alema's mind. Maybe the Mandalorians were excited to end their evening with a heavily armed bar brawl, but they couldn't expect everyone else to appreciate it.
Ducking around the edge of the table, she managed to dodge one falling drunk only to turn and find herself skidding to the side to avoid a large man armed with a knife. Alema had no real notion of what was going on, but it didn't matter. People were hurting each other and they'd hurt her if she stayed. They probably were going to hurt her no matter what, but that couldn't always be avoided.
The knife swung again and while she ducked it again, she couldn't dodge what seemed like a-- a table leg? Who had broken a table? It came crashing into her back hard enough to send her flying over a chair and onto the floor. It hurt to inhale, and they'd probably broken a rib.
Nuisance. Those were difficult to bandage without help. Fortunately, Alema was trained to take more punishment than this. If a slave had nothing else to rely on, everything would rest on an ability to be hurt badly and keep breathing, keep walking.
Alema picked herself up from the floor, unflinchingly continuing her trip toward the door. She threw an arm up as a blade swung toward her and let her forearm catch it. Better to lose a little blood from her arm than to take a slash across her neck.
Ridiculous. She wasn't even fighting and still it was coming to her. Ah, well. Can't fight a heat storm. Just have to ride it out. Eventually it'll be over.
Unperturbed, she passed another table and got halfway past another before an arm looped around her neck and jerked her backward. She coughed as a stranger's forearm crushed her windpipe shut for a moment, and that moment of hesitation gave him an opening to yank her right up off her feet. Then someone else impacted both Alema and her captor, and they both went hurtling to the floor.
While he was groaning and disoriented from the impact, Alema pulled herself from beneath him and stood again. They could stop her for a while, and they could probably hurt her. Eventually it would be over and she'd get some bacta, take a nap, cook some fritters, feed her snake, and go back to her life... for what that was worth.
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Kane turned his head slightly when the action started, shifting back as a blaster bolt slammed into the bar narrowly missing the Mando'ad. " Great, we'll no doubt get the blame for this" Kane said under his breath as a knife wielding Zabrak charged him.
Kane side stepped once more, the knife catching his robes.
The blade missed flesh and bone but became tangled in the material. Kanes hand shot out and slammed into the Zabraks throat. The Zabrak jerked and choked as the knife came free. Recovery never came fast enough as Kane grabbed the knife arm, twisted it in a whirlwind move which drove the blade into the Zabraks gut.
The Zabraks body was thrust into the nearest group, knocking several brawlers to the floor.
A flash of blue caught Kanes eye and he barely recognised Alema as she was knocked to the floor under a wave of a attackers.
His attempt to assist her was cut short by a heavily built man with a vibroblade. " I'm gonna cut you in two Mando scum!"
Kane gave a wicked grin as his right hand drew out the sith sabre hilt and ignited the blade. " Bring it fat boy" Kane spat as he realised he was unable to help the Twi'lek beauty.
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Iria was holding her own with what looked to be a Kiffar from the tattooing on his face. Out of one eyes she saw that some were picking fights with those not even involved and saw the blue hued twi'lek going down. It made her very annoyed with the drunks that had started this mess.
Kane's word of their getting the blame were likely right. She called out an order to Cuyan and the strill was off to help the Twi'lek lady.
iria put her dagger into the Kiffar's midsection, removing the beskar dagger and then kicking the wounded man away. She had her Verpine pistol, leveled at the next man ready to pull the trigger. He seemed to either sober up or get a dose of the smarts either way his hands went up and his weapons dropped to the floor and he backed up slowly.
iria watched him back away long enough to just miss getting another man's knife in the side, instead the blade raked down her left arm, drawing blood and swears from her.
She tightened her grip on the beskar dagger and drove it back not even looking at the person who'd cut her, as she fired the pistol; at another that was coming at her from the front.
Cuyan was on the person who'd taken down the Twi'lek lady, and with a savage snap and twist the person wouldn't be harming anyone else. The strill looked at the blue hued lady and then turned around to snap and then pounced on the next person that had started an attack on them...
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The fat man was surprisingly nimble for his size and swung the blade with great skill, if Kane had any other weapon than the lightsaber he'd have carved him up quickly, but the Mando'ad needed a little more training.
The red blade screamed wildly through the air as it deflected the Vibroblade. The bigman confidently pressed the attack. Despite other combatants around them, they seemed to be gaining more fighting space as the deadly blades threatened to take down others.
Kane began to struggle against the skilled attacker. It wasn't until the vibroblade sliced through his robes grazing his side and drawing blood.
Kane threw the lightsaber aside, tore the robe off and took up a D'ael'kai combat stance as blood trickled down his dragon tattoo.
The big man laughed " you think you can take me unarmed Mando?"
As the last word escaped his lips Kane launched a furious attack. The Vibroblade bit out toward the Mando, but Kane was inside the attack. The first strike spread the fatmans ample nose across his face, the second smashed his heavy square jaw and the third crushed his throat. The Vibroblade slid from the falling man as both hit the floor simultaneously.
Kane glanced around for another opponent.
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" You get used to the blame". He said as he drew his twin light sabers. The two men who were thinking about trying dropped their weapons and decided it best not to play with the sith. Another one was not so lucky as Fidelis split his torso in half.
" Well isn't this just a fine bloody mess we are in. Jedi are gona know im here now".
He headed butted another man then continued towards the imperial. He wanted the man heads and blood laying at his feet. Anyone who knew him would know he was going for the kill soon.
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