A Wolf and a Courier in the Desert

[Atton Korvas]

Location: Tatooine
Time: 1500 (3 PM.)

The Tatooine cantinas were since millennias the perfect place for bounty hunters, smugglers and all kinds of lowlives to sit down and have a drink. Today the Courier was another one of these lowlives, drinking some famous Corellian wine. It was by no means the best or even good, but the Courier didn't care as long as it contained alcohol. He lifted the glass and took another shot, before slamming it on the table again. He was about to order some more when he realised that he didn't want to get drunk and start a bar brawl. The man tossed a couple of credit chips to the Rodian bartender and put his helmet back on.

He was making his way to the exit when a Nikto grabbed his arm.

"Ye said ye were a courier, right? How 'bout ye handle my 'package'?" the Nikto said, creating a chain of laughter amongst those who heard the joke. The Courier stood there for a moment, not moving a muscle.

Then suddenly, in a fraction of a second, the Nikto screamed as he fell back, blood pouring from his mouth. His friends—a couple of humans and a Klatoonian—stared at the man for a moment before the bulky Klatoonian swung a punch aimed at the Courier's nose, who ducked at the last moment and took a step back.

Shouldn't have punched this piece of shavit...

[member="Vol Nanna"]

 

[Vol Nanna]

Vol laughed to himself as he watched the Nikto go down. Criminals were always so stupid and made the most stupid mistakes. It seemed the Nikto’s newest mistake was messing with a man he shouldn’t have, especially considering the fact he was bleeding and out cold on the floor. The Nikto’s Klatoonian buddy joined in and it didn't look like their human friends were going to sit idly by.

Five versus one didn’t sound right to Vol so he did what any sensible Jedi Guardian would do, get in on the action. Vol leapt over the table he was at and bounded on all fours toward the group of humans. He slid into them knocking two off their feet and as he pushed himself up kicked another into a table occupied by a mean looking Aqualish and Falleen. Once that happened the mood of the bar seemed to change. Through the force Vol could feel anxiety, excitement, and chaos. It seemed a strong possibility that this bar fight was going to turn into a bar brawl. To which Vol could only think - Whoops.

[member="The Courier"]

 

[Atton Korvas]

The Courier was prepared to get the shavit beaten out of him when suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a wolf leapt at the two humans and sent another flying into a random table. A moment later, some alien punched another drinker, swearing in his own language. The mood was changing. He didn't need to be a Jedi to feel all the... excitement around him. It seemed like he and the Shistavanen had incited a...

Oh, shavit.

There was a single moment of silence, like the few calm seconds before a blast, and then suddenly everyone was at each other's neck, settling old scores or just joining in on the brawl. The Courier ducked again from another punch by the Klatooinian thug, lowering his head, only to recieve the alien's knee on his helmet. Even with his bucket on, it really hurt to get hit by a Klatooinian, especially on the nose. The thug was about to deal another blow on the bent-over Courier when the latter sent his foot on his stomach. The alien grimaced, staggering back and holding his stomach. The Courier had just won himself three seconds to get the kark out of there.

But the exit was blocked by a large amount of diverse species; a Weequay choking a Dresselian, a Rodian hitting a Fresselian with a bottle... It was pure chaos. The Courier made note never to refuel on Tatooine again. His eyes met those of the Shistavanen, who had angered a Falleen and an Aqualish, and they both meant business. He had his own set of problems though; an annoyed Klatooinian and a pissed-off Nikto. The Courier glanced at the wolf, muttering,

"Wonderful day, isn't it?" as the two aliens closed in.