Slaying dragons

[Mrrew]

Hutt's Pride cantina, Mos Eisly Spaceport, Tatooine​

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Mrrew sat at one of the back tables of the Hutt's Pride cantina, glancing around the smoky atmosphere towards the enterence on the other side of the room. [member="Cor Latch"] was supposed to show up at any minute. The Togorian frowned as the minutes ticked by, and watched as various seedy looking individuals stepped in to the Cantina, one after another. Human, wookiee, gungan... What was a Gungan doing on Tatooine? Didn't matter- wasn't an Ithorian. He'd better show, Mrrew thought, getting more annoyed by the second. He couldn't hunt a Greater Krayt by himself.

 

[Cor Latch]

He stumbled into the bar, inhaling and exhaling heavily, sweat pouring down his face. "S-s-sorry! I-I am late. Missed the shuttle to Tattoine, had to take another one which brought me a few miles away from this cantina. I-I-I had to...jog", He gasped, stumbling over to [member="Mrrew"]. He crashed down into the seat, staring at Mrrew. "S-so we kiling a Krayt Dragon?" He asked, dropping a suit-case up onto the table. "I-I brought my r-rifle", He said, attempting to catch his breath.

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Garza]

Clunk-a-clunk-a-clunk-a-clunk
Pshhht Pshhht

"Now that is art."
Holding the spray paint can to the building as I made detailed art works of two birds that were combined at the back. One blue and wanting to become the Hero, and the Red brother. Waning to rise to the top with power and fear of the people under his wings. They fought each other in the painting for dominance when I heard clicking behind me. I turned around with the can falling from my hand and landing on the roof top. I turned around to see some Merc for the local police force that was around here. He had a Rifle, unknown model so far. The man walked up to me, "Looks like the Red cap thief will be caught today." I could almost hear the smile on his face from his words. He kept coming closer. When he reached out with his off hand, I sprang into action. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward as I slammed my knee into his groin. He doubled over as I grabbed the rifle and slammed it home in the back of his head.

I smiled and took the rifle, "Thank ya kindly stranger, Just next time don't get so close." I walked away from the man. Moving down the building, literally just dropping feet into the sand with a roll, I walked to the near by bar and maybe make up for my loss of almost being caught with a drink. Never had one before, might as well get one.

Walking into the bar, I looked around and saw a few people. Suddenly an Ithorain ran past me to a booth. In there, sat a very large feline creature that looked almost ready for a battle with a Greater Dragon. I shook my head and as I passed them, Heard about their wanting to kill a Dragon. Oh behold, I would be making it large today. Sitting down a few booths over, I could pay attention to them with some interest. I did nothing to indicate that I was listening to them. Simply I sat my rifle down and huffed to make it seem like I had been outside all day long. Really, I had, but not running or anything like that.

[member="Cor Latch"], [member="Mrrew"],

 

[Cor Latch]

The Ithorian glanced over, watching closely as Asher entered the bar. "Can he even drink? I don't even think he's permitted to enter the-feth it, it's Tattoine", He said, looking back to @Mrrew. "What is the plan? Where are we heading? When do we kill it?" He asked, tapping on the table, lazily.He then gripped his suit-case, quickly opening the silver top. A rather large Reveloanian rifle would be securely placed inside of the case, along with a Revelonian pistol. "I got 'em from this guy in the market. These things are great, really good weapons", He said, a grin appearing on his face. He quickly snapped the suit-case shut, sighing loudly. "You want a drink? 'Cause I want one", He asked, scanning the bar.

(Sorry for the short post, couldn't think of what to write)

 

[Broorn Sabor]

He pushed the door open, slowly heading in. He glanced at each patron, sighing. He noticed [member="Asher Kellan"], before grinning. He headed over, slowly sliding into the seat. "Mind if I seat 'ere?" He asked, looking at the boy. "You like credits?" He asked, smiling. He then cleared his throat, reaching into his trench-coat. He removed a long brown cigar, filled with blue spice. He let the cigar rest on his lips before he ignited it with his lighter. The stench of the burning spice would be absoulutely horrendous, but the thug didn't seem to mind it.

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew blinked at the Ithorian, and glanced around the Cantina to make sure they weren't being listened to, before nodding.

"We're heading out to the Dune Sea. I've got enough provisions on my ship to last us awhile- I have no idea how long it might take to find one of these things. They swim under the sand like water, making it extremely hard to find them. We're going to use bait. I bought a pair of Banthas from two little squeky things with yellow eyes," Mrrew shuddered, and continued speaking. "Let's just hope he takes the bait..."

The Togorian sniffed the air as the horrible spice scent wafted through the cantina, and wrinkled his nose.

"Any questions?" He said to [member="Cor Latch"].

(Sorry for the late post, got distracted irl.)

 

[Garza]

Apparently I could not be left alone.

Once sitting down, I could hear them talk about if I was even old enough. I rolled my eyes as I was old, and a Criminal. You really think I care about the Law when I break it just about every thirty seconds? Nope. I wanted a drink. It was then that a Chiss looking man waked in and asked to sit. I didn't even answer him when he did anyways. As he did, I pulled out a Dagger and placed it on the table handle facing towards myself. Motioning that I was not really in the mood.

"Credits are nice, but I don't kill people for them." The thug like guy was like others I have seen. Thought he was good and tough, a person that could handle himself so well that he could be better than me. sure, maybe he could be better than myself, but I wouldn't want to test that at the moment. "Look, I don't want recruited. I just want to sit here and have a drink after a half day of work." I grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into the table between my fingers on my open hand. before taking it and playing the Knife game with myself. I didn't even look at my hand as I played the game over and over and over as I looked to the chiss man.

"Now if you want to talk about old stories you have, I am fine with that, but don't start trying to take me into some operation for your spice you have in your hand."

[member="Mrrew"], [member="Broorn Sabor"], [member="Cor Latch"],

 

[Cor Latch]

"No, no questions. Well, except wen are we going to get going?" He asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "You know, we're gonna be rich after this", He said, chuckling loudly. "So, if it takes the bait?" He asked, before glancing around the bar.

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"Listen, you really should reconsider. I don't wanna kill nobody, aight? Man, you motherfethin' kids always act the same. Actin' like ya can take on a fethin' army. Please, stop tryin' to impress me with that knife", He said, pointing at the kid. "May I actually make an offer? Or are you just gonna insult me?" He asked, his grin slightly fading. He removed the cigar from his mouth for a moment, blowing out a smoke ring.

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew glanced up at the two talking over at the bar, and frowned, before looking back to [member="Cor Latch"].

"We aim for the head, it's the weakest point. A blaster bolt wouldn't do much to it's hide- but it's thin around the dragon's head. We'll flank it from both sides, it can't attack both of us. And... we hope it dosen't eat us."

 

[Cor Latch]

"Should we get going?" He asked, staring at [member="Mrrew"]. "I'm in the mood to shoot something", He mumbled, slowly watching as [member="Mrrew"]'s would look over to the others. "Is there a problem?" He asked, pushing away the cigar smoke that made it's way over to their booth.

 

[Mrrew]

The Togorian shook his head, and pushed his hands off the table to lift himself from his seat.

"We'll get going, now, [member="Cor Latch"]."

He looked disdainfully at the two over at the bar, before striding past them, to exit the smoke-filled cantina.

 

[Cor Latch]

He grabbed his suit-case, heading out and onto the sand. He walked down the street with [member="Mrrew"], grinning. "So, how many credits do you think we'll grab?" He asked, adjusting his scarf. That is when Cor Latch noticed it, he was being a fething fool! A scarf on Tattoine, best idea in the entire galaxy. He slowly removed his red scarf, dropping it into his suit-case, sighing.

 

[Garza]

I smiled and shook my head. I was a simple "kid" so when he thought I could take on an army, I knew it was wrong. Hell, I could take on a few Riot cops, but nothing more than that. And I doubt that I would be any better in my line of work. I looked to the man as he wanted to try and look all badass smoking his spice. Which should be illegal here right? what the hell, we were both criminals so it didn't matter. Taking the dagger, I slammed it home just inches from the man's hand on the table. with a smile on my smug face.

"Alright, I'll listen, but if you can answer this question correctly." Pulling the dagger I slipped it back into the sheath where it belonged. Hidden under the table where he could not see it being put away. "Why would you, Spice addict or dealer, want me, a random ass kid in a bar where he is probably not supposed to be as someone in your crew?" If he wanted me that bad, he would work for it. Last time I had been in a group, a man ended up dead. And I didn't want that to happen again under my watch.

[member="Mrrew"], [member="Broorn Sabor"], [member="Cor Latch"],

 

[Mrrew]

The Togorian strode out onto the sand, and quickly turned a corner with [member="Cor Latch"] in pursuit, before he began to speak.

"Plenty. And this is just the start."

Mrrew smiled, and turned another corner, stepping into one of the many landing lots in the spaceport. After a moment he stopped, standing before a three story freighter, it's ramps already lowered- Mrrew's brand new Okyaab-class.

"I'm going to be doing a lot more hunting. Not just things like Krayt Dragons, either... bigger things. And not just me."

The Togorian stepped up on to the ramp, and waited until Cor came in as well to close the over-sized exit, allowing the ramp to slowly lurch up in to place.

"And i'd like you to help."

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"Listen, you get 'em while they are young, they get more experince", He said, grin on his face. "By the way, most "kids" don't carry daggers. I assume you don't respect the law?" He asked, blowing out another thick smoke ring. He removed his cigar, extinguishing it in the nearby ash-tray. "Do you got a problem with me? Mr....?"

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Garza]

"Ash." I then nodded my head. Only for a second was there a pause between us. I then plunged the dagger into the table, pulled out two switch blades, a butterfly knife, and a spring assisted thumb knife. Each one was being placed down as I then pulled out seemingly from within my jacket somewhere a HP-101 in the 45 slug thrower round. as well that I placed my right hand down on the table and the chain around my arm came out from within the sleeve. I then pointed to my left hand next to me where a ol' Reliable blaster rifle sat. "Yes I am no normal kid. and if I had respect for the law would I be carrying all of this?" I then began to put the items up and stood. Each of the weapons were put back in their respective places I then grabbed the blaster rifle by the grip.

"And to answer your last question, Yes I do. I wanted a nice night and I was watching somebody, but since they have left now, I might as well follow them. Seeing as how they were taking about hunting Dragons." I started to walk away and stopped. Smiling as I pulled out a credit chip, "Oh and next round is on me. Maybe this will tell you that I don't need credits." I then made my way towards the door to where I could walk after the large feline and the Ithorian. If the man followed me, then he may as well watch me work. And I needed to go back and get my spray can. Those things were expensive surprisingly when you would go through about eight of them a week.

[member="Broorn Sabor"], [member="Mrrew"], [member="Cor Latch"],

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"KID, WHERE ARE-" He stopped as [member="Asher Kellan"], walked out. "Motherfether!" He said, pulling himself up. He ignored the credit chip he was given, leaving it on the table. "ARE YOU KIDDIN' ME? GET BACK 'ERE!" He shouted, sending his fist flying into the wall. He marched out of the bar, aggresively pushing the door open. He stayed far away, but close enough to keep his eye's on this kid. He wasn't going to kill anyone, but he definetly didn't like being ignored.