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Flash, it glazed over and burned something bright beneath the eyelids, and the soft droning series of creaks, expulsions of steam, and mechanical reverberation disappeared into the abyss for all this Bounty Hunter could seem to care. He remained slumped against the decayed spire comprised of steel, pieces of fallen into disarray around the thing and the inklings of flame littered debris brought some light. He noticed one thing, among them all, and that it was the equipment met some form of malfunction; sensors scattered, trackers consumed by static, and a ringing continued to sound off beneath the T-Visor in such a painful manner.Next, though, Tahlo fell limp.
And once the sun crested over the horizon, the scavengers came to feast - little remained intact after the battles beneath the stars concluded, for the time being, and set to being again once the light faded once more. Though, it never stopped them: corpses, organic and metallic, became picked clean of their armour, armaments, and parts. Even those that clutched onto their lives met an end once one came around possessing a sharp enough stick to plunge into them.
"Be quick about it." Nevar spat in a soft and strange tone of voice, befitting of a Rodian. He clutched onto several blasters beneath one arm whilst a spare set of fingers wrapped themselves around all that could be found, and his teal coloured companion returned, "You be quick abou-" And so all breath left their worthless lungs, crashing into the stone beneath them as the collection of acquired produce, so-to-speak, erupted into a loud clatter. Nevar froze, fearfully so.
"You idiot!" He chirped, crouched beneath the shadow of the steel spire.
Tahlo, awoken by the sound and tug at his leg, opened eyes to see nothing more than a Rodian caught dead-centre. He groaned, and attempted to rise sluggishly. "Nevar, Nevar!" Quiros exclaimed, thrusting a suction-cupped finger in the direction of the Mandalorian that lay within thwacking distance of Nevar. Nevar shot up, screamed like a child, and reached for an object that soon clanged against the wounded figure.
Tahlo returned to their slumber, of course. Nevar and Quiros fled, screaming all the while as their gains were abandoned. And time continued to pass; the square filled with more... respectable people. It bustled, to be true, as a series of merchants, smugglers, collectors, and mercenaries took to the streets - even those that deemed this place fit enough to live.
How'd he get into this mess?
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