Gorteko Graye
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A cloaked man approached a town on the desert planet of Tatooine. What was this towns name again? It didn't matter, he only came here about once a month for supplies because it was the closest place to where he stayed, although it was still a half day's walk. Behind him he was dragging a bag through the sand, it was full of what he was to trade for his supplies. As he entered the town he didn't even need to look up from the ground the go to the trader, he had made this journey enough over the past couple of years to remember his steps, though his steps are about all he remembers of this town.
He entered the traders shop and walked to the counter, bringing his bag up onto it. The shop owner would open the bag and see what the man had brought to trade this month. They had a sort of agreement, the shop owner would scrap what the man brought and would give him about two weeks of rations, and if needed some tools. The trades were rarely fair but neither of them seemed to mind as they felt it evened out over time. As he emptied the bag the trader would see robes and other cloth, along with goggles and masks, and some sand people weapons, from what he could guess, the man had killed about five Tusken Raiders this month, maybe a Jawa as well, he'd look closer at the gear later. The trader would shake the bag to make sure nothing else was in it, before putting the food into it and handing the bag back to the man.
Their exchanges were often wordless like this, it best suited both of them. The man took the bag and tied it to his cloak like a type of backpack and left the store. As he stepped out, he looked to the sky for a moment, the suns were burning especially hot today, his walk home might not end until nightfall. The man returned his gaze to the ground as he started to leave the town. While nearing the gate he noticed a group of men loitering about, one of them began to approach. Neither man changed his course and they ran into each other, the man from the group falling to the ground. Seemingly annoyed the man on the ground began to talk as he got back up, "Hey! Watch where you're going. If you're gonna knock someone down, you need to compensate him." The man would say as his friends chuckled and surrounded the man. They flashed their weapons, some cheap blasters and knives, surely enough for a mugging, though they seemed to be new in town as everyone else around scattered, not wanting to be around for what was to come. The man would lower his mask, and remove his hood before reaching into his cloak and drawing his weapon. The attackers didn't seem convinced that this was a bad idea, they had him out numbered and surrounded, surely it would be an easy fight. As they took a step closer, the man had already decided on their deaths, and he ignited his red light saber, preparing himself to kill them all.
[member="Lilla Syrin"]
He entered the traders shop and walked to the counter, bringing his bag up onto it. The shop owner would open the bag and see what the man had brought to trade this month. They had a sort of agreement, the shop owner would scrap what the man brought and would give him about two weeks of rations, and if needed some tools. The trades were rarely fair but neither of them seemed to mind as they felt it evened out over time. As he emptied the bag the trader would see robes and other cloth, along with goggles and masks, and some sand people weapons, from what he could guess, the man had killed about five Tusken Raiders this month, maybe a Jawa as well, he'd look closer at the gear later. The trader would shake the bag to make sure nothing else was in it, before putting the food into it and handing the bag back to the man.
Their exchanges were often wordless like this, it best suited both of them. The man took the bag and tied it to his cloak like a type of backpack and left the store. As he stepped out, he looked to the sky for a moment, the suns were burning especially hot today, his walk home might not end until nightfall. The man returned his gaze to the ground as he started to leave the town. While nearing the gate he noticed a group of men loitering about, one of them began to approach. Neither man changed his course and they ran into each other, the man from the group falling to the ground. Seemingly annoyed the man on the ground began to talk as he got back up, "Hey! Watch where you're going. If you're gonna knock someone down, you need to compensate him." The man would say as his friends chuckled and surrounded the man. They flashed their weapons, some cheap blasters and knives, surely enough for a mugging, though they seemed to be new in town as everyone else around scattered, not wanting to be around for what was to come. The man would lower his mask, and remove his hood before reaching into his cloak and drawing his weapon. The attackers didn't seem convinced that this was a bad idea, they had him out numbered and surrounded, surely it would be an easy fight. As they took a step closer, the man had already decided on their deaths, and he ignited his red light saber, preparing himself to kill them all.
[member="Lilla Syrin"]