Omi Rin
The Yevethan Hitman
I grabbed my coat from the seat next to me and made my way of the shuttle into the ever grimy spaceport. I was home, Nar Shaddaa. I clutched my coat, then loosened my grip and put it on. It wasn't cold outside, but if i lost my coat now i'd never see it again. I strolled out onto the taxi pad and asked for a ride to the casino. A few minutes later i was stepping out into a large skyscraper, the casino, and the only place i could spend my ill gotten money. I walked to the bar and sat down, the bartender must have recognized me because im a lowlife in a crowd of other low lives. "Hey man what can i do for you, you look a bit down on your luck. Is this about them friends of yours, they've been dead for months, get over it." he said bluntly. i grabbed in by the collar and stabbed him in the gut with my dew claw. "Nobody talks about my damn friends! Kapeesh?" I yelled at him, my entire body sweating vigorously. the bartender chuckled with his last breath, "Haha, at.. at least my friends aren't.. dead..." he croaked as two bouncers approched me. I pulled out my claw and lunged towards the first bouncer, tearing a hole throw his chest, poor man. I let him collapse and noticed the panic in the room, people were drawing weapons and calling authorities, some even hid under tables and behind slot machines. I was in big trouble.