John Ash
Only by Fire do we become Ash.
A shady bar like countless others on the moon Nar Shaddaa. A rodian worked the counter as twi'lek women in tight dresses worked the floor. Rough looking individuals of every race but human were all enjoying booze and dice and boobs. Music played over the speakers as inaudible voices tried to talk over them. It was noisy, rowdy, and reeked of booze. Why anyone came to a place like this was as mysterious as why the rodian working the bar only had one eye.John was sitting at a table laughing it up with a group of the locals. The topic was the most petty thefts they had ever done. A pot had been formed and it was up to a plump quarren to declare the winner at the end. Everything ranging from stealing a handful of credits from one of the homeless to taking candy from a baby. By the end the winner was John himself and him robbing three McYodas in a row. And it wasn't for the credits, it was for the burgers. He chuckled as he pulled the credits towards himself.
A man in a duster walked up to the table as John began getting the credits put into his pockets. His face was covered by a helmet inside of a hood. The intruder just stood there until John finally looked up at him. He said in a voice that was muffled by the thing covering his head, " Are you John Ash?" John raised a brow as he replied back, "I am. What of it?" Before anyone at the table could react, the intruder drew a pistol and unloaded the entire magazine into John's chest. The human fell out of his chair to the floor dead as every voice in the bar went quiet. All eyes were on the scene in mild shock.
The intruder pulled off his helmet and revealed a face exactly like the man that just died. He held the helmet to his side as he said, " I'm John Ash. That man is just dead." He turned his back to the table and began to head towards the door out of the bar. The people at the table began to rob the still warm corpse on the floor of every item of value on it. He went out to the street and looked down ways. Today was a good day. That thief who had tried to kill a [member="Lady Kay"] was now dead and his identity was once more his own. He began walking down the path to his right. He could use a drink from a better bar.
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