An Odd Interaction

[Bolt]

Doc stood with folded arms, eyes staring silently ahead. He had been hired to track a target, apprehend them, and bring them to the payee. So he stood with his coat draped about his form, concealing if he was armed or not - which of course he was. This was a Gunslinger of the West. Come on.

Currently he was looking for an Ewok, midst a crowded area of Nar Shadaa. He had heard that one of the furry bastards was present nearby, recently too. Within a few hours even. That was a benefit of his status, being a uniformly useful hunter, tracker, and Gunslinger, most people he ever had contact with would assist him if they could.

Moving forward as his eyes caught a small form shuffling through the masses, Dead Eye brushed the right side of his coat back, where it hooked behind the butt of the Colt that hung on his hip. The massive cannon was enough to worry most, and he counted on this. Either of his others would do the same, but the Colt sported massive size, adaptability to caliber of rounds, and was a visually stimulating approach to any situation.

"You, Ewok, are you Snarykk?"

[member="Snarykk"]

 

[Snarykk]

[member="Dead Eye"]

The self-proclaimed 'Killer of Men' was traveling through the streets of Nar Shadda. He wore some ragged cloth and some pieces of scrap metal strapped to his body. On his hip hung a holster, a Hold-Out blaster tucked inside of it. He was relatively unbothered, considering swinging into the nearest cantina and getting drunk. However, he jumped slightly as he heard a voice call out his name. He spun around, a ferocious look on his face as he swiftly drew his Hold-Out blaster, holding it at his hip with the weapon pointed directly at the man's stomach.

"Who's asking?!", he inquired. His translator, made by yours truly, translated his Ewokese into a high-pitched, fast-talking Basic. He was snarling, spit dripping down his mouth and through his fur. "...Move and I'll gun you down so fast, it'll make the street look like a karking punch bowl.", the Ewok said. He was used to scrapes and brawls by now and had spent so much time on Coruscant, his vocabulary and slang could've been said by a hardened smuggler in Coruscant.

He gripped his blaster firmly, ready to fire. "...Well?"

 

[Bolt]

The little bugger turned, obviously drawing a gun of his own. Judging by the size of the weapon it was a hold out. Neither of his were. Not to mention when the move to draw had begun, he had acted quick and done the same. The Colt, locked in at his own hip, aimed too at his opponents stomach, armed with .75 caliber rounds, was just as deadly at this range for the creature as its own was toward Doc.

"Dead Eye, mercenary, grand loud mouth, at your service. Now," He moved his gaze briefly to his own weapon, before it drew back to the teddy bear, "While you might be able to squeeze off a round, I will let loose a single shot. A seventy five cal. At this range, you will become confetti to celebrate another kill in my belt.

"Or, we put them away, and you can come with me to meet with the man who hired me to come and get you." He obviously forget to mention that in this area, any number of variants came into play, alongside choosing to abstain from admittance that the hold out would probably burn clean through his body in an instance.

Focusing with a side thought, Doc began to prepare energy from the Force. His best abilities were the Ee mental ones, such as Pliability. But currently he held no need for that. No, should the thing decline, he would cover the area in a Null Grav field.

[member="Snarykk"]

 

[Snarykk]

[member="Dead Eye"]

"...Bounty Hunter trash....", he said angrily, spitting on the man's boots. He dropped his hold-out on the ground, raising his paws slightly.* "...Ready when you are....", Snarykk said, taking a step back. He didn't say a single word after that. He certainly didn't intend to get killed in the middle of the street, only hoping the man would keep his promise. Snarykk the Ewok grunted. "How the kark did you find me? Only person who knew I was coming here is dead....", Snarykk said with a confused look in his eyes as he stared up at the man.

(Sorry for the short post!)

 

[Bolt]

"Bounty Hunter? Well, if I have ever been called ignorant, it was just knocked down a peg. Hunters are incompetent bantha manure collectors, only chasing down money a set way." Doc holstered his gun, much the same as prior, in a blink of an eye fashion, "No. I am merc. I get money by any means, really." Doc gestured over his shoulder with a jerk of his thumb.

"I have to be honest, I knew where you were... Because you are a frackin furry butted stuffed animal, on Nar Shadaa. My contacts, which are vast, and many, were told to be on the look out for a dwarf Wookiee. I got a reply less than a few hours later, of a cuddly bastard walking around in play armor." Doc shrugged as he turned, gesturing to the bear to walk. He did not walk ahead of, nor behind the creature, for one reason each: the bear had not been overly aggressive but still posed a threat, so he wouldn't expose his back, but he had also disarmed when the chance arose, so he wouldn't give the i can kill you at any time feeling of putting the bear out front.

"Lets go. My ship is up that way."

[member="Snarykk"]

 

[Snarykk]

[member="Dead Eye"]

Snarykk the Ewok stared at the man, listening to his explanation. "...Bounty Hunters, Mercenaries, call it what you like. Hardly anything difference between the two." He looked him up and down, watching as he holstered his revolver. "...I should've just taken the karking Air Taxi....", the Ewok growled. He studied his surroundings, sighing as every passerby refused to assist him, simply going on their way. He kicked his Hold-Out blaster into the street, shaking his head as the man pointed over his shoulder, instructing him to walk ahead.

He took one, hesitant step forward. He slowly began walking in the direction the man had pointed at, his paws clenched into fists. "Should've shot you when I had the chance. You're probably gonna kill me, aren't you?", the Ewok was clearly ridiculously unhappy. With every step, he was sure to complain and hurl insults at the Mercenary, trying to make this as difficult as possible. Suddenly, the Ewok stopped, spinning around to face the man. "...Is this necessary?"

 

[Bolt]

"Kill you? No, if I was, you'd be long dead already. Trust me." Doc stated, then he realized his hold over the Force was still active, where in he released it. There was no need to continue now. Doc absentmindendly walked next to the furry creature as he was expecting spouts of unneeded words, insults, and others.

However what he wasn't expecting was the blasted creature to spin to confront him. Instincts kicked in and he conjured a Null Force Field around them, while a simultaneous Force Push occurred, aiming to launch it toward the nearest building.

Before he could harm a passerby, Doc nimbly kicked off the ground, where in he gently floated upward, eyes continuing to stare down at the bear.

[member="Snarykk"]