Fires blaze, Sword swing, and Blasters fire.

[Garza]

Tattooine was a desert planet. that Morna wasn't to fond of. he always got sand in his boots and sand that would some how get in his mouth. He made sure that he would wear a scarf so it would cover his mouth. other than that. Morna didn't care about the place. He came to the planet to find something to do.

He exited his ship donning his usual muscle shirt under a black leather trench coat. He tapped on his armored black boots that fit smug on his feet. He always carried his sword regardless of where he was. Today thought he didn't want alot of trouble so he left his lightsaber in the R-41 starchaser. His friend and companion Thron a Correlian banshee bird rested on his tattooed shoulder. He wrapped the red scarf around his neck and mouth to stop the sand from blowing into his mouth.

With a nice pull on the scarf again he made his way outside to the bar to maybe hear something about an adventure or a possible old temple around here.

 

[Vincenzo Palminteri]

Order 66... a very random, but old thought that popped up into Vincenzo's head one day, as he wondered the old details of it, he bumped into Morna outside of the bar and pulled out his heavy blasters, drunk as can be.
"Hands up or pull out yer weapon and fight."

 

[Garza]

Morna bumbed into some Drunkard who thought that he was the owner of the place. However the man was wrong. Just for now Morna raised his hands and said "See my hands are up?" He had a slight smirk when continued to talk "But now do you have your..." Morna lit his hands on fire and grabbed his Sith sword from his back making the black blade become a 3 and a half foot long torch. "... weapons with you drunk?"