Cantinas were always odd to visit and Coruscant specifically!
" Hey no droids! You dont drink, eat or sleep! Get out of my bar!" A straining voice shouted from across the room. The Weequay's eyes threatened to dismantle the percieve droid before him. Bystanders watched with a smirk sipping their drinks. Some giggled and chuckled knowing what would eventually happen. " Hey droid you hear me?!" He continued on. Turning its head Kreus observed the actions of everyone around him with a simple orange stare. His optics glew vibrantly more than a droids photorecptor did and metal technological body displayed minor blaster marks and some small slug thrower holes. Turning its head to the bar owner Kreus responded.
" We are not a machine nor a droid. We are B'rknaa. We are Kreus. " Kreus inched forward with heavy steps in question. " Not a droid eh?! If your not a droid then I am the Sith Emperor." He motioned his right arm pulling out a weapon. The barrel aimed directly at the B'rknaas host body. A flash of blue energy blasted forth spreading outward. Apon contact the blue bolt travelled all along the metals plating shocking and hissing about as it fried offline circuits. Stopping briefly Kreus watched the Ionnic blast surge and travel to his chest area causing it to glow bright briefly. Another blast was let loose.
" Karking thing..." He cursed watching something impossible occur.
A metal hand snatched the weapon from him and was quickly bent in the shape of a U. Picking up the bartender by his collar and lifting face level the B'rknaa spoke again in a robotic type voice. " We are NOT a droid!" Music died down slightly. This was quite the scene! Tossing the owner aside Kreus turned only to see half the cantina was staring at him.
" Karking. This is a new phrase. What does it mean?" Kreus asked aloud. The music returned to normal as patrons and other scum laughed ecstatically. Who or what was this guy?
[member="Hard Luck Frank"]
" Hey no droids! You dont drink, eat or sleep! Get out of my bar!" A straining voice shouted from across the room. The Weequay's eyes threatened to dismantle the percieve droid before him. Bystanders watched with a smirk sipping their drinks. Some giggled and chuckled knowing what would eventually happen. " Hey droid you hear me?!" He continued on. Turning its head Kreus observed the actions of everyone around him with a simple orange stare. His optics glew vibrantly more than a droids photorecptor did and metal technological body displayed minor blaster marks and some small slug thrower holes. Turning its head to the bar owner Kreus responded.
" We are not a machine nor a droid. We are B'rknaa. We are Kreus. " Kreus inched forward with heavy steps in question. " Not a droid eh?! If your not a droid then I am the Sith Emperor." He motioned his right arm pulling out a weapon. The barrel aimed directly at the B'rknaas host body. A flash of blue energy blasted forth spreading outward. Apon contact the blue bolt travelled all along the metals plating shocking and hissing about as it fried offline circuits. Stopping briefly Kreus watched the Ionnic blast surge and travel to his chest area causing it to glow bright briefly. Another blast was let loose.
" Karking thing..." He cursed watching something impossible occur.
A metal hand snatched the weapon from him and was quickly bent in the shape of a U. Picking up the bartender by his collar and lifting face level the B'rknaa spoke again in a robotic type voice. " We are NOT a droid!" Music died down slightly. This was quite the scene! Tossing the owner aside Kreus turned only to see half the cantina was staring at him.
" Karking. This is a new phrase. What does it mean?" Kreus asked aloud. The music returned to normal as patrons and other scum laughed ecstatically. Who or what was this guy?
[member="Hard Luck Frank"]
