Just Another Day for a Monster

[Harrip]

Harrip Far​

Coruscant​

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Well yet another day spent rummaging through boxes in back alleys. Harrip had accommodations elsewhere on Coruscant; the problem was getting there. He didn't have the credits, some kid had stolen them at some point. He could easily steal money, but that was not what he wanted. He had tried to find little bits of trash that could be recycled, it was a job he had been hired for here and it was relatively well paying.

He had a bag of such junk and he was ready to turn back. He was currently in the more dangerous areas of Coruscants underground. He didn't fear the people that walked by, they knew nothing of him and if they tried anything he could make them regret it. His strength was beyond a normal persons and while he preferred not to use it, he would if he had to. This area was known for the seedier type and he expected nothing less. It was a region with more junk than he could carry and he would make quite a nice load of money just from the hauls he would make. Hopefully it would be enough to get a taxi back to the hotel.

He noticed a few people ahead, they seemed to be blocking people's paths and forcing them to pay credits. As Harrip neared them they stood in his way, Harrip told them he had no money. One of the guys pulled out a blaster and threatened Harrip. Staying calm, Harrip replied, "Don't make me do this."

They pushed him and Harrip smacked the blaster out of the man's hand. It clattered along the ground, stopping outside of reach. Harrip grabbed one of the three men by the shirt and lifted him off the ground. Harrip's cloak fell away and the other two recoiled as they saw the twisted Rakghoul body. However, they were not smart enough to run at the site, instead they all tried to force Harrip to the ground. Harrip fell quickly, as three men on one person was too much. He felt strike after strike as the group beat him, but he threw his own punches. Two of the men fell and the third scrambled for the blaster. Harrip threw one of the men on the ground on the running individual. They collided and fell to the ground. Harrip knocked teh blaster down a gutter as he picked up his cloak and the bag. He felt worn and upset, the bag was ripped open and most of the contents had been spilled during the fighting. He left three men lying on the ground, all in various stages of pain and damage. He knew the police would arrive soon, he could already hear their sirens.

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