Public The Bounty, The Cantina and The Clouds

[Tryk Zhot]

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Tryk's rolling bounce finally came to a stop on the balcony floor. Blaster bolts had seared the deck mere feet in front of his face. Violence and blood was erupting like a fireworks display all around him. The fight was far from won.

He steadied himself for a split-second, taking in the scene, before moving again.

Up came his fist. A grapple-glove shrouded his little furry hand, firing a tether with an attractor node at a Rodian who was still intent on gunning them all down.

Tryk hoped to seize the man's blaster and pull it away.

But it was even odds whether he could manage it given the frenetic pace of the action.



Chessashai Umianai Tryk Zhot Fitz Jarro