Lysle of the Hydian Way
Silent and Violent

One of the drunkenly rabble had caused a problem, and Lysle was hardly amused. He had seen him earlier consuming drinks faster than a Mon Calamari, so he was surprised when the man was capable of putting up a fight against sober trained guards. Oh great, Lysle thought, he's about to give a speech, "Casino's are crooks, bankers are crooks. Rise up, take the lot of them and lets give this money to the poor and down trodden. Liberate the credits from the sick twisted hands of-" Lysle brought his datapad to his ear and began to murmur into the device. The authorities ought to be told. They liked Lysle. They knew he was a galactic fugitive, but he paid them well to stay away. He could afford it. He was one of the richest criminals with a beating heart.
"Hey, kid," he said from his booth, "How about you settle down." Two large Herglic bodyguards rose from their chairs. Their size made them look like they had been sitting in the childrens section. Their common blaster pistols were sized, now immense imposing weapons that looked like a single shot could engulf ones head. Unlike his personal guards, Lysle didn't make a move to threaten or intimidate. He didn't reveal any hidden blasters, not did he stand up. He sat there, relaxed and calm.
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