Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Brawl on the beaches

The wind whistled and the sun began to set. On this cozy dessert planet, in a small town located on the shore next to the largest body of water on the entire world, stood one entity. Just in front of this figure there was a group of pillagers and pirates, all of them parading their weapons around trying to set fear in the heart of the armored one who denied them their loot.

"You will leave this town. Whether you leave with your body intact and usable is completely up to you."

The voice was deep and loud, yet had a certain frequency behind it that proved there was some sort of voice changer behind the brightly lit mask. The figure stood for a moment after speaking, then a hand reached down to the side pulling a silver cylinder that hung on its belt, and took it off the piece that held it on. Suddenly a light blue blade shot from the hilt.

"I will warn you one more time. Leave now or die."

The mechanical voice threatened. There were about seven to thirteen heavily armed pirates ahead. Although the figure was sure it could handle them himself, he was unsure about the villagers. It was only one person. And everyone needed help. Getting into a fighting stance with the single saber clutched in both hands ahead, and hoping there was conveniently anyone in the village that could help the fight began to show signs of beginning.
 

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