Tekton Artez
Character
Tekton was just trying to enjoy a quiet drink. Unfortunately, the locals of Bandomeer were trying to pick a fight. Bandomeer was by vocation equal parts agriculture and mining. It's resources had been exploited by just about every faction that managed to grab hold of it for any length of time, the fact that it was just outside of Mandalorian space and thus had a long history of being one of the first to be raided and conquered every time crusaders had a resurgence in power hadn't helped.
Clan Artez was doing it's best to repair that reputation, they had long claimed Bandomeer as their own and by helping with reconstruction efforts were doing their best to make amends. The advantages were the planet had a wealth of resources with which to use, the disadvantage being Mandalorians were viewed with if not contempt than mild sufferance.
To be fair to them there wasn't anything close to an out and out resistance. The current regime of the Third Mandalorian Empire was one of the better options the galaxy had to offer. The locals knew that on some level. Still there was resentment, civil resentment, grumblings about lack of representation for non Mandalorians being a frequent complaint.
Tekton sighed and shook his head. Mandalorians needed to stay strong to protect themselves, this was unfortunately the price. He didn't like it, wasn't even sure he agreed with it, but he did his duty as best he could.
A cynical part of him couldn't help but think if the Bandomeerans didn't want to be ruled by others they should have the strength to defend themselves, instead of all but begging for Mandalorians protection from the other powers, then turning on them in resentment when they weren't given as much prominence in Mandalorian society.
"Oi Mando. This bar ish locals only." A thickly slurred human local challenged him.
Tekton quirked a slight eyebrow as close he got to rolling his eyes.
"Sit. Down." Tekton commanded quietly but firmly.
"You fracken Mando's think you're so tough, take off the armour we'll see how tough you are!"
"No." Tekton replied simply turning back to his drink.
"Don't fracken ignore me Mando filth, I bet you and your clan are a bunch of-"
Tektons fist crashed into the mans jaw laying him out flat. He shook his head. Three of the mans buddies got up from the table sliding their chairs back.
"Your friend must have mistook me for a Jedi to take such insults lying down without response. Do not make the same mistake." Tekton gave a stern warning reminding him of when he used to chide his daughter.
They hesitated, then charged. A flash of thought had Tekton tempted to blast them down where they stood, he dismissed it with another thought. He may not be Jedi, but neither was he Sith. That didn't mean he didn't know a few of their tricks.
Tekton ducked the first swing, put a Force Push behind his own punch into his opponents gut, he sent him across the room careening into his two friends. The man punched groaned on the ground his two friends staggered to their feet, took one look at Tekton and ran.
Tekton returned to his drink.
Clan Artez was doing it's best to repair that reputation, they had long claimed Bandomeer as their own and by helping with reconstruction efforts were doing their best to make amends. The advantages were the planet had a wealth of resources with which to use, the disadvantage being Mandalorians were viewed with if not contempt than mild sufferance.
To be fair to them there wasn't anything close to an out and out resistance. The current regime of the Third Mandalorian Empire was one of the better options the galaxy had to offer. The locals knew that on some level. Still there was resentment, civil resentment, grumblings about lack of representation for non Mandalorians being a frequent complaint.
Tekton sighed and shook his head. Mandalorians needed to stay strong to protect themselves, this was unfortunately the price. He didn't like it, wasn't even sure he agreed with it, but he did his duty as best he could.
A cynical part of him couldn't help but think if the Bandomeerans didn't want to be ruled by others they should have the strength to defend themselves, instead of all but begging for Mandalorians protection from the other powers, then turning on them in resentment when they weren't given as much prominence in Mandalorian society.
"Oi Mando. This bar ish locals only." A thickly slurred human local challenged him.
Tekton quirked a slight eyebrow as close he got to rolling his eyes.
"Sit. Down." Tekton commanded quietly but firmly.
"You fracken Mando's think you're so tough, take off the armour we'll see how tough you are!"
"No." Tekton replied simply turning back to his drink.
"Don't fracken ignore me Mando filth, I bet you and your clan are a bunch of-"
Tektons fist crashed into the mans jaw laying him out flat. He shook his head. Three of the mans buddies got up from the table sliding their chairs back.
"Your friend must have mistook me for a Jedi to take such insults lying down without response. Do not make the same mistake." Tekton gave a stern warning reminding him of when he used to chide his daughter.
They hesitated, then charged. A flash of thought had Tekton tempted to blast them down where they stood, he dismissed it with another thought. He may not be Jedi, but neither was he Sith. That didn't mean he didn't know a few of their tricks.
Tekton ducked the first swing, put a Force Push behind his own punch into his opponents gut, he sent him across the room careening into his two friends. The man punched groaned on the ground his two friends staggered to their feet, took one look at Tekton and ran.
Tekton returned to his drink.
