Sparrow's search for a retired crime lord had brought her to the Outer Rim Territories. There was no chance that the great Lysle of the Hydian Way would be frequenting the sandy planet of Tatooine. Of course, that didn't stop the Human Cyborg from sniffing out his trail. She sat at the bar, shrinking herself into the shadows. She sat amongst strangers as a distraction. If she looked busy, maybe nobody would give her trouble unless she sought it out. Blending in had been a valuable survival skill back home. She wore a wide brim black hat atop a head of purple-tinged red hair. The one part of her face that stood out like a sore thumb was the red glowing panel that sat in the crevice where her right eye should have been. Her hat was pulled forward to cover the eye. She drew her faded and torn black shawl up to her chin and sunk into the chair, observing those around her. Her Blaster rifle sat amongst the shadows on the wall beside her, while her pistol sat firmly in the holster on her hip. Inconspicuous, just like her. She would have looked merely like a worn out trader to those that were not able to see her cybernetic enhancements. Sparrow needed to blend in and listen. With her Hi-Sense Enhanced left eye she peered out from under the wide brim hat, skimming her sight over the surrounding patrons.
She saw a droid and a woman sitting together. Sparrow watched as he sneered down the bar tender, defending his right to stay within the cantina. Sparrow was silently thankful that her cybernetics had not yet caused her refusal of service. Her eyesight scanned the room, searching for anybody that looked like they might have information of Lysle and his whereabouts. Sparrow thought about how this task had been made a lot harder than necessary. 'The harder the hunt, the sweeter the reward' had become her motto, with Lysle proving that to be completely true.
Sparrow was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of a shot going off. Her head slowly turned to the where stood a now fallen Gran. Sparrow managed a small chuckle to herself as she realized how rowdy those in cantinas could be. The action had not slowed down, however. The Human Cyborg cracked her head to where the droid and woman were standing. Her mouth curled into a smile around the rim of her cup as she finally saw some action. She stared to where the droid had shot.
Sparrow stood up, slowly, with her hand on the pistol at her hip. She swore to herself that she wouldn't get involved, she needed to merely be an observer. Sigourney had trained her better than brawling in a cantina for no good reason. She sat back down, releasing her hand off her hip and back onto the bar. She was prepared to defend anybody that got involved in the crossfire. She much preferred watching the fights unfold, besides, she had always had a flair for the dramatic.
@GH-94"Hades"
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