First Reply The wrong bar

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Riley's moon, Western Cluster

It wasn't the worst bar he had ever stepped into. Since the collapse of the Galactic Alliance, Trextan had been learning from Choli's former mentor about the ways of the Wardens of the Sky. He had been travelling, trying to do some good wherever he ended up.

Often, he made situations worse than they were. He stubbornly continued trying. After being used as a weapon by both Sith Warlords and Jedi Masters he was determined to find his own path.

He sat at the bar, despite his travelling clothes he clearly stood out compared to the rest of the clientele. He was about ten years younger than every other man there, for a start.

"So," he said quietly to the barman as he leaned over his beer. "I hear there was some trouble with a transport ship coming down near here?"

The sound of at least five stools being thrown backwards silenced everything else.

"Guess I came to the right place then." The owners of the ship had been held at gunpoint, had everything taken from them and then been dropped off at the nearest starport without a spare credit chit to catch a ship offworld.

Trextan was confident. Too confident. As he slowly turned around the heavy weight of a bottle struck the back of his head and he collapsed from his stool.

 

[Samnai Rouber]

And here Samnai was just about to leave.

The dude who got his head smashed in was surrounded by half the bar—the other half looked away. They protected their own, no matter what.

There are many ways to get information., what this person did was not one of them. She put down her drink and casually looked at the crowd, no intention to intervene. They whispered in hushed voiced on what to do with him. She paid her bill and went outside, all too aware of the glares on her unfamiliar back.

She was ten steps in when a voice—sounding suspiciously like Zuly—in her mind spoke, asking her not to abandon the man. She felt a bit startled, as she usually did not have a conscience or a normal moral compass, but this voice was strong enough to make her look over her shoulder. There was no sound coming, but she had an inkling that the man would be getting robbed and pummeled soon. She had no reason, she would put herself in danger for a stranger and she despises the very thought of it. But...

...Oh damn it to the stars.

Grumbling to herself, she went back in, pretending to have left something behind in order to check up on the man. Hopefully her efforts won't be in vain.

Trextan Voidstalker

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Trextan blinked his eyes open. It took him a few moments to realise that he was on the floor with a trio of men standing around him. They had his guns.

His head was pounding, but he had suffered much worse. Within his artificial arm was his lightsaber. All he had to do was mentally activate the mechanism and...

Trextan groaned. They had cuffed him. Metal shackles that happened to cover the opening in his cybernetic arm.

Kark.

One of the men crouched down in front of him. Apparently they had no qualms about doing this in front of the bar. It must have been the haunt owned by the gang.

"Who's asking about that transport ship?"

 

[Samnai Rouber]

Samnai strolled back in just in time to hear the words. They had chained down the man, and were now beginning their interrogation.

One of them noticed her soon. He looked a bit younger than his companions, and stepped close to her with hostility pouring out. “Ya’ need something?”

She murmured, keeping her eyes to the ground, “Forgot my stuff.”

The man clearly didn’t believe her but let her in, turning his back on her for a second. That was all her arm needed to shoot up and wrap around his neck and pull her gun out, pressing the cold metal to his head. The more he struggled, the more her grip tightened, like a constricting snake. She kicked the back of his knee for good measure, and his buckling secured her chokehold.

This was done in a short time. The rest tensed, but clearly didn’t want to act rashly in fear of hurting their friend.

Samnai looked at the bruised man slowly coming to, surrounded on all fronts, and could only hope that this decision was a good one.

Trextan Voidstalker