Post by silverstrike on Jul 28, 2010 0:30:09 GMT -5
A lone Rodian ran down a back alley, gasping for breath and stumbling over some debris. The Rodian was bloodied, holding one of his arms as he struggled to keep running and on his feet. In his left hand he held a blaster quite loosely and his right arm was the one being held, and it was limply at his side.
He kept running, every now and then glancing over his shoulder searching for an enemy but never finding it. He sped around a corner and confronted his worst nightmare, a dead end. He ran up to the wall and frantically started feeling it, searching for a door, a computer panel, anything that could be a sign of a way out but to no avail. He turned around, put his back against the wall and let out a slight whimper, it was then he saw a ventilation panel on the side of a building, it was straight in front of him, back the way he came.
He hesitated for a moment before sprinting toward it, he reached it in a matter of seconds and hid behind a small outcropping of the wall. He looked down the alley, still nothing there, so he blasted out the panel. He ducked down to get under the jagged metal and smiled to himself, he’d made it. As he took his first step, he felt something grab his shoulder; he panicked and tried to dive forward further into the shaft, once he’d become airborne he was reefed from the shaft with relative ease and forced up against the nearby wall, a vibrosword at his throat.
He screamed as his eyes met with the cold gaze of the Mandalorian’s helmet.
“Bad choice, running from me.” Came the Mandalorian’s deep and metallic voice.
“I no run from you! I-I-I go work through there!” The Rodian spat out in fear.
“Don’t lie, I know who you are, and I know the nice price tag on your little green head”
“P-Please no!” He screamed.
“Time to die pest” The next sound’s heard were the last dying gurgles of the Rodian and the Mandalorian had disappeared back into the shadows.
The Mandalorian was soon seen entering a nearby Cantina, a dark and dingy one, one of his preferred hang outs. He stepped up the bar and the keeper looked at him, “Usual?” The human man asked.
“Make it a triple and add it to my tab, I’ll be back to pay it later, I just had a… sudden wind fall” The Mandalorian replied.
“Aslong as you don’t bring you’re business in here Min’askarr, I don’t want to know about it” The man said as he started to fix the drink.
“Smart move.” Min'askarr said coldly as he fixed one of the blasters on his belt from coming loose.
“Here, I kept your table free, had a feeling I’d be seeing you here tonight, I saw a familiar Rodian high tail it past not long ago.” The man said, sliding the drink across the bar to him.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t know any Rodians… live ones anyway.” Min'askarr said turning away and walking slowly toward one of the back tables. This is where he came when he didn’t want to be disturbed. His crew had their orders to keep the ship ready to leave and not to let anyone off or in the ship.
The Cantina was relatively small, a dance stage with two Bith musicians and a Twi’lek dancer, a separate room for pazaak players, and the area around the bar filled with tables and chairs for the rest of the world.
Min’askarr took off his helmet, his face still kept hidden by the thick shadow across his table, he took a deep drink of the cool reserves infront of him, resting the still bloodied Vibrosword beside him, the tip dripping blood onto the floor. Min'askaar was clothed in his battle armour and the stench of death hung about him. Another kill, another months wages and one less scum bag in the world.
He kept running, every now and then glancing over his shoulder searching for an enemy but never finding it. He sped around a corner and confronted his worst nightmare, a dead end. He ran up to the wall and frantically started feeling it, searching for a door, a computer panel, anything that could be a sign of a way out but to no avail. He turned around, put his back against the wall and let out a slight whimper, it was then he saw a ventilation panel on the side of a building, it was straight in front of him, back the way he came.
He hesitated for a moment before sprinting toward it, he reached it in a matter of seconds and hid behind a small outcropping of the wall. He looked down the alley, still nothing there, so he blasted out the panel. He ducked down to get under the jagged metal and smiled to himself, he’d made it. As he took his first step, he felt something grab his shoulder; he panicked and tried to dive forward further into the shaft, once he’d become airborne he was reefed from the shaft with relative ease and forced up against the nearby wall, a vibrosword at his throat.
He screamed as his eyes met with the cold gaze of the Mandalorian’s helmet.
“Bad choice, running from me.” Came the Mandalorian’s deep and metallic voice.
“I no run from you! I-I-I go work through there!” The Rodian spat out in fear.
“Don’t lie, I know who you are, and I know the nice price tag on your little green head”
“P-Please no!” He screamed.
“Time to die pest” The next sound’s heard were the last dying gurgles of the Rodian and the Mandalorian had disappeared back into the shadows.
The Mandalorian was soon seen entering a nearby Cantina, a dark and dingy one, one of his preferred hang outs. He stepped up the bar and the keeper looked at him, “Usual?” The human man asked.
“Make it a triple and add it to my tab, I’ll be back to pay it later, I just had a… sudden wind fall” The Mandalorian replied.
“Aslong as you don’t bring you’re business in here Min’askarr, I don’t want to know about it” The man said as he started to fix the drink.
“Smart move.” Min'askarr said coldly as he fixed one of the blasters on his belt from coming loose.
“Here, I kept your table free, had a feeling I’d be seeing you here tonight, I saw a familiar Rodian high tail it past not long ago.” The man said, sliding the drink across the bar to him.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t know any Rodians… live ones anyway.” Min'askarr said turning away and walking slowly toward one of the back tables. This is where he came when he didn’t want to be disturbed. His crew had their orders to keep the ship ready to leave and not to let anyone off or in the ship.
The Cantina was relatively small, a dance stage with two Bith musicians and a Twi’lek dancer, a separate room for pazaak players, and the area around the bar filled with tables and chairs for the rest of the world.
Min’askarr took off his helmet, his face still kept hidden by the thick shadow across his table, he took a deep drink of the cool reserves infront of him, resting the still bloodied Vibrosword beside him, the tip dripping blood onto the floor. Min'askaar was clothed in his battle armour and the stench of death hung about him. Another kill, another months wages and one less scum bag in the world.
