Something tells me... your gonna love it here!

[RC 212]

Location: Tatooine

[member="Crow Blitzen"]

Vassara had been on the run for a while. Creating a Fleet of freelancers, establishing a colony at Tortuga for her crew. She had faced pirates, Jedi, Sith and dark force spirits head to head. The Witch of Tortuga was in particular her greatest foe, but somehow becoming an asset.

In a dream the Witch had come to her, muttering a place, a name and a time. Why she had no idea, but the name stuck.

Crow Blitzen

It was an odd couple of weeks and the place... of course. Tatooine, where almost every major adventure had began. Where the Fleet had began...

So she stood in the entrance of the Dead Mans Chest, a seedy cantina filled with smugglers and Hutt crimelords henchmen. She was cloaked now, travelling in disguise to throw off would be bounty hunters, trying to collect on her from the Cularin incident.

Her shotgun was beneath the cloak, tethered to her back as always in it's bantha leather sheath. Three distinct pistols and a saber hung upon her belt. She was changing, adapting.

She stepped through the door and reached out with the force. Scanning for something, anything...

 

[Crow Blitzen]

Crow hung his head over the empty glass that sat in between his firmly grasped hands. He was draped in a torn up black jacket and worn grey pants. The cantina was dimly lit, and was filled with people who kept to their selves. A broken holograph was showing a band playing music, but they weren't moving. Instead music just played from what seemed like nowhere. The ice in his glass had made condensation stick to the glass. It made his hands slightly wet. He slowly wiped them on his pants and then stood up. The room spun for a few seconds, but it was back to normal in no time. He threw down a couple of credits, and turned towards the door. Looking around, Crow could see the glares that came from the dark figures filling the bar. He didn't belong there, and they all new it. The only problem was that he didn't care.

Crow stumbled out toward the door to the cantina, but was stopped by two guys covered with black tattoos and dark clothes. They both were armed and carried scowls on their faces, but one was rather skinny and the other was a very fat man. The skinny one spoke up. "I think you should give me some of those credits you got. After all you did just spend an hour at my bar." Fatty stood silently with his arms crossed, and his beady black eyes staring at Crow. Crow just looked at the two men and started walking away. The bigger man reached out and grabbed Crow on the shoulder.

The very second the fat guy touched Crow, Crow elbowed him in the face. The large man fell onto the ground with his hands covering his face. There was blood gushing from between his fingers. Crow broke his nose. The skinny man who supposedly owned the bar reached for a blaster in his belt, but Crow was fast enough to grab his wrist and twist it. The blaster fell out of the mans hand. Crow caught the blaster before it smacked against the floor. Crow then positioned the thin man between him and all of the people that were now pointing blasters at him. The skinny man's blaster was now being pushed against his own head. Crow spoke in a calm but demanding voice "Let me out of here or I will kill this man." Of course this entire plan was based on the fact the man he had at gunpoint was in fact the owner of the cantina and all of the people there were loyal to him.

Slowly one by one the blasters were lowered. Crow started to walk out the door with his front towards the crowd of people. He was going to keep the skinny runt in front of him until he was out of the cantina. When Crow's back was the door he threw the thin man onto the ground and exited. The cool wind of a Tatooine night felt good on the sweat that recently accumulated on his brow. He walk a small ways away from the cantina, and then began to lean up against a wall. He shoved his newly acquired blaster into his pocket. It looked as though if he tried to fire it it would blow up in his hand. The thing had definitely seen better days. He had not expected the fight to go down as nicely as it did. He was very glad that he didn't get shot.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]