Showdown in Mos Eisley (open)

[Thraishe Krine]

Thirsty, I slowly walked into the infamous Mos Eisley Cantina and took a seat. Never had i seen a place with more low-life, scum than Mos Eisley.
"Can I get you a drink," the bartender said as I took a look around at the thugs and criminals in the Cantina, "or are you just looking for trouble?"
"Yeah uh...I'll have a Mead..." I said, glancing at a large Trandoshan sitting to my left.
The bartender gave me my drink and shook his head, "don't want any trouble here son. Best to keep to yourself."
I nodded and moved my cloak out of the way of my Force Pike and rested my hand on the hilt as I drank my mead.
The Trando next to me picked up my mead and drank it, laughing in my face as he did. With that, I drew my Pike and stepped back. He drew a holdout blaster pistol and pointed it at me as all the music stopped and everyone stared at us.
"Well? Are you gonna make a move?" The Trando spoke in a mix of Basic and Dosh.
I lunged forward, piercing the lizards thick skin with the end of my Pike. He slumped over in a pool of green blood.
"This is gonna be a long day," I thought to myself.

 

[Noah Firline]

Noah walked into the cantina and lowered his white hood. He stepped over the body and sat down next to the person who killed him. He sort of laughed to himself when the bartender asked him for a drink. "Do I look the kind of guy who wants a drink?" As the bartender walked away he took if his cloak revealing the brown clothes that he wore. He turned to the killer and began to state at him. Noah was thinking about how he could use him.

 

[Thraishe Krine]

@[member="Noah Firline"]
I looked over the dead body and slowly shifted my blank stare to the man behind me.

"Can I help you," I said expectantly, "or are you just gonna look at me?"

Through my red visor, I could quickly tell this was no man to be trifled with. Clearly, an apprentice of some sort.

"Who is this man," I thought to myself.

 

[awesomeguy]

OOC: sorry I posted in the wrong thing...