Sen Lon
Swordsman
Sand fell silently over the dunes of Jakku as a dark figure silently snuck through the twilight.
Meanwhile as the figure looked on, barely above the sands stood the huge decrepit skeleton of an old battle ship. It had long since been shot down, crash landing to its final resting place on the sunburned planet . It now housed the 2nd largest spice cache this side of the rim. No small task for the expansive gentleman with a large waxed mustache who sat sleeping in his chair waiting for the call to come cash in his load and go home. His name was Koran the butcher and he lived up to his title. Raiding smaller loads plundering them and gutting the unfortunate crew to cross his path. He dreamed of the credits this haul would bring in not knowing the bounty on his head had finally caught up with him.
The silent shadow of a man stepped forth from the shadows opening a crude door where the bodies of 4 crewman lay dead. Silence was key here, the large man in the chair was more than a match for the bounty hunter in a fair fight. The bounty hunter knew this, and wouldn't let it be a fair fight.
Swiftly and silently he brought out his blaster and blade.
Placing the barrel behind the large bald man's dome as he sliced the man's arm with his blade. Normally he wouldn't have woken his prey but...this was a special case. The man burst from his chair and spun around in a rage "Oi! Da stupid karker who fethin' lit me is gonna get split in two!" He howled as he came to his feet. However as soon as he turned around he was greeted with the blaster barrel. At first in shock at anyone who dared point a gun in his face but then the amusement that anyone thought that they could kill him.
"Heh, you fink dis is da firs time someone's put a gun in my face?" He chuckled heartily "an wut makes you Fink you'll get out alive?" He noticed his vision seemed rather blurry. Probably too much sleep.
"Oh nothing much, other than you're going to let me walk right out of here..." the assassin said as he pulled back the hammer of his blaster. "Or you're not going to be able to find the antidote to the poison that's pulsing through your veins."
The flesh where the Butcher had been cut had already started to fester and turn black.
The poison was acting fast and the bounty hunter knew if he didn't talk fast the large man would soon perish before he found the answers he needed.
[member="Darth Ferus"]
Meanwhile as the figure looked on, barely above the sands stood the huge decrepit skeleton of an old battle ship. It had long since been shot down, crash landing to its final resting place on the sunburned planet . It now housed the 2nd largest spice cache this side of the rim. No small task for the expansive gentleman with a large waxed mustache who sat sleeping in his chair waiting for the call to come cash in his load and go home. His name was Koran the butcher and he lived up to his title. Raiding smaller loads plundering them and gutting the unfortunate crew to cross his path. He dreamed of the credits this haul would bring in not knowing the bounty on his head had finally caught up with him.
The silent shadow of a man stepped forth from the shadows opening a crude door where the bodies of 4 crewman lay dead. Silence was key here, the large man in the chair was more than a match for the bounty hunter in a fair fight. The bounty hunter knew this, and wouldn't let it be a fair fight.
Swiftly and silently he brought out his blaster and blade.
Placing the barrel behind the large bald man's dome as he sliced the man's arm with his blade. Normally he wouldn't have woken his prey but...this was a special case. The man burst from his chair and spun around in a rage "Oi! Da stupid karker who fethin' lit me is gonna get split in two!" He howled as he came to his feet. However as soon as he turned around he was greeted with the blaster barrel. At first in shock at anyone who dared point a gun in his face but then the amusement that anyone thought that they could kill him.
"Heh, you fink dis is da firs time someone's put a gun in my face?" He chuckled heartily "an wut makes you Fink you'll get out alive?" He noticed his vision seemed rather blurry. Probably too much sleep.
"Oh nothing much, other than you're going to let me walk right out of here..." the assassin said as he pulled back the hammer of his blaster. "Or you're not going to be able to find the antidote to the poison that's pulsing through your veins."
The flesh where the Butcher had been cut had already started to fester and turn black.
The poison was acting fast and the bounty hunter knew if he didn't talk fast the large man would soon perish before he found the answers he needed.
[member="Darth Ferus"]