[member="Seanna Vel"]
Gray had come to the one of the most sand filled planets in the galaxy, Jakku Tatooine. He hated it here so much. The sand, the heat, the wind. The only thing he liked about this planet was the Jawa, and that was about it. Those little guys were just too much fun. They worked so hard scavenging for parts, repairing stuff, and then selling what they repaired. They would run off behind cover whenever there was trouble... kind of like the situation Gray found himself in right now.
Gray had come into the local cantina to get a drink as he waited on that cousin of his to show up. He had a job to hunt down a dragon or some other big creature. He wanted the parts from it to make some gear, and Gray had decided to come to do his part helping out family. He was about to walk into the cantina when some big oaf had started to bully a poor Jawa. The jawa ran behind Gray, so he did his part to try and smooth the situation out. The oaf didn't want to smooth things out though. How did Gray know this? Well he got punched in the face instead of a verbal reply, so Gray sent the guy flying through the cantina doorway and into one of the tables. He followed that up with a shot from his blaster pistol set on stun, and walked into the place over the big guys unconcious form.
Gray holstered his pistol and took off his helmet as he came up to the bar. He said, " I'll take a shot of whiskey if you have it. That guy said he would pay for it too. And anything the little one wants as well." Gray pointed down to the little jawa still hugging his leg as it stared around the rough crowd of cantina patrons.