THE UNDEFEATED

So, what did happen when two nomads walked into a bar. Looking for a fight? Well generally it was a good show, but when it turned out that said cantina was owned by a vicious trandoshan warlord who really hated Mandolorians and it turned out the other nomad was the fething ex-mandalore? Yeah, you guessed. It was a karking mess!
Astrian sat at one end of the bar, his crimson armour hid under a long brown worn out cloak, the red lighting of the room leaving him looking dark and mysterious. Girls danced on the stage and twirled on polls, men and women both barked like dogs in hormonal excitement as the zeltron girl expressed just how flexible she was on the lap of a random spectator. The trandoshan warlord sat on second level on a throne that looked to be made out of marble, likely stolen. He had two small zeltron girls massaging him and cozy under his thick reptilian arms. A bounty hunter stood beside him, dawned in some fancy armour. Several other trandoshan body guards stood watch on the upper and lower levels in strategic places, and then the front door opened. Someone was coming in, Astrians eyes shifted to the door. A man stood in it, his features hidden as the sun masked his appearance as it beat off his back, the sun slid past him into the room. Almost blinding some of the people inside, the room almost feel to silence other than the music as everyone watched with curiosity. Something was about to happen.
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