Beowoof
Morality Policeman :)
Fondor
The shady woman sat in the back corner of the grungy cantina, facing towards the opposite end of the barroom with her chair leaning back against the wall. The silky smile she held was not exactly comforting to her comrades about the table.
The truth was, no one was in this bar at this time of day. It had been easy for her to persuade the barkeep to head to the backroom, him being the only occupant outside her posse. But now they had the room to themselves. Just a simple game of Balmorran roulette was at hand. Someone was going to die.
The first contestant took the revolver with shaky hands, the clack-clack-clack of the pistol clearly audible to all as its more mobile components chattered in his unwieldy grasp. The Duro had obviously never fired a handheld firearm before, based on the limp wrist he carried the gun with as he brought the barrel to his forehead. Either that, or he was very scared about this. Perhaps.
A tiny click sounded from the hammer fall as he finally pulled the trigger. The first contestant was spared.
She continued to creepily smile as the revolver was passed along to the Bothan.
The shady woman sat in the back corner of the grungy cantina, facing towards the opposite end of the barroom with her chair leaning back against the wall. The silky smile she held was not exactly comforting to her comrades about the table.
The truth was, no one was in this bar at this time of day. It had been easy for her to persuade the barkeep to head to the backroom, him being the only occupant outside her posse. But now they had the room to themselves. Just a simple game of Balmorran roulette was at hand. Someone was going to die.
The first contestant took the revolver with shaky hands, the clack-clack-clack of the pistol clearly audible to all as its more mobile components chattered in his unwieldy grasp. The Duro had obviously never fired a handheld firearm before, based on the limp wrist he carried the gun with as he brought the barrel to his forehead. Either that, or he was very scared about this. Perhaps.
A tiny click sounded from the hammer fall as he finally pulled the trigger. The first contestant was spared.
She continued to creepily smile as the revolver was passed along to the Bothan.