EmKay
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AGAMAR
SOME DINGY CANTINA
The shot knocked against the back of Rilus' throat and cascaded into his belly, where the liquid transcended its existence and morphed into liquid courage. The young human turned in his seat and made his way through the throng of Cantina-goers to where a quiet scene was being made. Usual drunkard shenanigans, some guy was trying to frisk a quite unwilling barmaid. Unusually, though, the frisky fellow's hand ended up on her throat and he had that look in his eye. Now, Rilus Mercer Sieron may have been some upstanding corporate executive when he was clocked in, but most of the time? Well, most of the time he might have been frisking that girl himself -- but he usually stopped when it was made clear there was no interest. This guy, he escalated a bit too far for Sieron's taste.
"Oi, you there!" the young man shouted, "I do believe the lady said to leave her be."
He pushed his way out of the outline of the crowd and stood beside the woman, who had just been released from the man's grasp. The woman fled, leaving the man, who up close was revealed to be some downtrodden-looking Chiss, without his prize. Now no spacer appreciated their fun being robbed, and he seemed even more drunk than Rilus was. As such, there were no words exchanged. The blue-skin threw the first punch, and hit Rilus square in the jaw. Now Sieron had no glass jaw, but Chiss were known for naturally being physically superior to humans. Rilus rubbed his jaw where the hit landed, and rotated the joint around to make sure it still worked. Then, he smiled and opened his arms wide at his new opponent.
"What, is that all you've got?!" he taunted.
SOME DINGY CANTINA
The shot knocked against the back of Rilus' throat and cascaded into his belly, where the liquid transcended its existence and morphed into liquid courage. The young human turned in his seat and made his way through the throng of Cantina-goers to where a quiet scene was being made. Usual drunkard shenanigans, some guy was trying to frisk a quite unwilling barmaid. Unusually, though, the frisky fellow's hand ended up on her throat and he had that look in his eye. Now, Rilus Mercer Sieron may have been some upstanding corporate executive when he was clocked in, but most of the time? Well, most of the time he might have been frisking that girl himself -- but he usually stopped when it was made clear there was no interest. This guy, he escalated a bit too far for Sieron's taste.
"Oi, you there!" the young man shouted, "I do believe the lady said to leave her be."
He pushed his way out of the outline of the crowd and stood beside the woman, who had just been released from the man's grasp. The woman fled, leaving the man, who up close was revealed to be some downtrodden-looking Chiss, without his prize. Now no spacer appreciated their fun being robbed, and he seemed even more drunk than Rilus was. As such, there were no words exchanged. The blue-skin threw the first punch, and hit Rilus square in the jaw. Now Sieron had no glass jaw, but Chiss were known for naturally being physically superior to humans. Rilus rubbed his jaw where the hit landed, and rotated the joint around to make sure it still worked. Then, he smiled and opened his arms wide at his new opponent.
"What, is that all you've got?!" he taunted.