Jay Galore
Jai walked into the dusty old cantina on the planet of Near Pando. Honestly too close to Mandalorians for his liking, but the bounty there was he reason for even showing up. Easy enough mark to get too. Always came to the same bar. Got drunk. Oh, and he had the temper of a Rancor. This would honestly be too easy for the credits he'd get. As the self proclaimed Dar'manda sat, he looked at the barkeep, taking a breath.
"A Corellian ale if you don't mind." As the drink was poured, he heard a voice behind him, and smiled under his face cover.
"Hey! That's my seat bud." "Jay" simply pretended to not hear him, enjoying his drink. The being didn't seem all that impressed though. "I said that's my seat."
"Didn't see a name on it." The man sneered before pulling out a blaster, only to have a revolver quickly pressed against his own head. "You know I'm starting to see why the bounty didn't have a difference between you being warm or cold." As the being looked, he could see Jai still held his drink in his right hand, and before Jai could say a word the target tried to grab his pistol. Big mistake. The bounty hunter's right hand quickly pulled out a second cartridge revolver, and a shot rang out in the bar as the target fell to the ground. The bounty hunter looked, holstering both pistols before taking his proof of death. He then eyed the barkeep, tossing him some credits before being nice enough to drag the bounty out of the place at least. Wasn't like he was making what he did a secret. It was bounty hunter business after all.
"A Corellian ale if you don't mind." As the drink was poured, he heard a voice behind him, and smiled under his face cover.
"Hey! That's my seat bud." "Jay" simply pretended to not hear him, enjoying his drink. The being didn't seem all that impressed though. "I said that's my seat."
"Didn't see a name on it." The man sneered before pulling out a blaster, only to have a revolver quickly pressed against his own head. "You know I'm starting to see why the bounty didn't have a difference between you being warm or cold." As the being looked, he could see Jai still held his drink in his right hand, and before Jai could say a word the target tried to grab his pistol. Big mistake. The bounty hunter's right hand quickly pulled out a second cartridge revolver, and a shot rang out in the bar as the target fell to the ground. The bounty hunter looked, holstering both pistols before taking his proof of death. He then eyed the barkeep, tossing him some credits before being nice enough to drag the bounty out of the place at least. Wasn't like he was making what he did a secret. It was bounty hunter business after all.