The End of it All (Davin's Death and the arrival of his son.)

[Davin Jusik]

Tatooine-Mos Espa Spaceport

Fugitive Recovery Agent and former Republic Army Colonel Davin Jusik strode off of the large transport spacecraft with a determined gleam in his eye. One of his former Lieutenants, Dalton Faron, who'd had recently sent him a holo message about a kid who looked unnaturally similar to Davin and was uncannily skilled with a blade. The boy was only fifteen and he had already become a feared knife fighter in local circles.

Davin remembered those days. Before he'd upgraded to firearms.

Why should Davin care about a kid who was skilled with a blade and looked similar to him? Bound to be plenty who look like him in the galaxy and at least a few should be able to fight.

He wouldn't have even cared, if himself and the then young lieutenant hadn't went on a drunken spree while on leave fifteen years ago and if Davin hadn't slept with more than a few women who's faces he couldn't remember. If.

But the fact remained that it was, and the lieutenant had told him some rather disturbing things about the kid who was probably his only child. That the kid had fallen in with the wrong crowd and was more than a tad bit ruthless. The kid was named Monty. Monty Gilman. Mother Kara Gilman, a waitress at a local cantina.

With the coordinates to the cantina installed onto his datapad Davin strolled through the sandy streets, past various unsavory looking characters who cut their eyes when they saw the badge and revolvers on his belt.

Davin wore his normal attire, black hat, vest, and all.

His old friend was leaning on the wall outside of the cantina where Kara worked with a bit of a grin.

"Don't expect a warm welcome." Faron said with that same shit eating grin, his green eyes flashing beneath a crop of brown hair. He'd taken up work as a starship mechanic and as such wore a grease monkeys uniform, he'd just got off of work.

"I'd have to be an idiot to expect that." Davin replied with a chuckle as he gave the man a brotherly handshake. They'd seen a lot in their service, saved each others lives on more than one occasion.

Faron nodded for him to follow and entered the cantina, Davin followed with a sigh, unsure of what was to come.

The bar was sparsely populated and a lone, blonde middle aged waitress went from table to table with a small smile and beautiful piercing blue eyes.

Davin remembered her immediately. The one he'd tried to find again but couldn't remember her name. The one that'd got away in a manner of speaking.

In the corner was a young man who was so painfully obviously his son, playing Pazaak with a few other teenagers in a white t shirt with brown cargo pants and spacer boots. Even sitting down you could tell the man was almost as tall as Davin. He had his father's hair but his mother's eyes. Davin felt a lump forming in his throat, a rush of emotion hitting him like a slugthrower round to the sternum.

A small bell had rung as Faron and Davin had entered the bar and Kara had begun to walk toward the entrance, head down, looking at a small datapad that she was fiddling with.

"Hello my name is Kara welcome to Cavanagh's I'll be your--." Her words seemed caught in her throat as she looked at Davin.

"Hello Kara." Davin said with a nervous smile and small wave.

As the suprise subsided rage filled her face and convoluted her features. Faron could barely contain his laughter as Kara dropped the datapad and swung at Davin, catching him painfully in the jaw.

"You got a lot of nerve coming here you karking nerf herder! After what you did to me!" Kara shouted, appearing on the verge of tears. Monty moved swiftly at the sound of his mother's voice and took his place beside her.

"Who's this?" He asked as he sized up Davin, who was still cradling his jaw from the hook his one time lover had placed expertly on his chin. A hell of a right on that woman.

"I'm your father." Davin said before Kara could reply.

"Did I ask you old man?" Monty replied, fire in his voice.

"No, but I knew the answer so I told you before your mother could say something else about my character or what I did to her." Davin scoffed back. It was obvious that the kid was looking for a fight and Davin was half tempted to give it to him.

"I think you need to leave." Month said, moving closer to Davin.

"I think I'm gonna stay." Davin said with a firm tone.

"Take off those guns and we'll see what your made of." Monty said, drawing a knife from it's sheath on his hip.

Kara tried to interject but Monty put an arm up and took an opening stance.

"You don't want to do that son." Davin said with steel in his voice.

"Then get out."

"Not gonna happen."

Monty lunged at Davin with a well placed shot toward his throat, Kara screamed, Faron burst into laughter and Davin's years of training and experiance kicked in and he moved deftly to the left before grabbing his son's now extended arm and twisting it behind his back, slamming him onto the nearest table.

"It was a nice effort kid but I've been doing this since--" Davin's sentence was interrupted as a bottle smashed into the back of his head and he felt small pieces of glass slide past his cheek leaving cuts as the world became a little bit starry and he let go of his son's arm and grabbed his own head.

 

[Verz Horak]

A Firespray 39, in the dock for repairs, had recently landed, and its sole pilot had emerged to find food and drink, preferably the strong kind. He wandered the small town, looking for such a place.

So Verz Horak had walked into the cantina, and reacted with the reflex of one whose life had often depended on his weapon when he heard the crack of a bottle smashing. The smash of a bottle left one thought in his mind. Bar fight. His armor could keep him safe from bottles, but he didn't know who was armed with what, so he drew two blaster pistols, both ready to fire, the two adults in the bar highlighted and tagged by his HUD. "Nobody move." The authority in his voice, bred from his experience leading troops in several campaigns, combined with his blood red Mandalorian armor, would make any being pause in fear, or at the least, hesitate with their actions.

 

[Davin Jusik]

The bell rung again and Davin's companion looked over his shoulder. No such fear or hesitation struck Faron as the Mandalorian entered the bar, the experienced Infantryman drew his heavy blaster the moment he saw the Mando's hands move towards his blasters. Davin's instincts were still strong, even after being struck over the head by Kara were still strong, he'd operated at one hundred percent with much more grievous wounds. The moment he saw Faron go for his blaster from his hunched over position he immediately drew both of his huge revolvers and did a three sixty.

Monty stepped back and Kara did the same. The Mando had picked the wrong crowd if he thought he was going to intimidate anybody, both Davin's and Faron's hardware were enough to pierce the Mando's armor and kill him.

"This is a family matter. Maybe you should put your pieces away before you get fried Mando." Faron said coldly. Blaster leveled at the Mandalorian.

"What kind of idiots first instinct is to draw on patrons in a bar fight they're not involved in?" One of Monty's friends shouted from across the cantina.

Davin had the same thought, liquor mixing with blood on the top of his head, causing further pain beyond the injury. He was focused solely on the Mando. If he so much as twitched two large holes would be placed into his helmet. A third by Faron, but probably somewhere in the testicle region. His Fugitive Agent badge had to now be visible to the armored Mandalorian and Davin was curious how he'd handle it.

 

[Davin Jusik]

The moment his long gone father turned Monty retrieved the knife and lodged it into the back of his neck with as much force as the young man could muster. Years of anger and frustration boiled over in that one instance.

Abandoning his mother and himself.

How hard they'd had to struggle to make it.

He ignored the world around him as he twisted the blade and warmth splashed onto his face. His mother's horrified expression and Faron's look of suprise were paid no heed as Davin fell, attempting even now to speak as the life drained out of him and onto the dirty cantina floor.

Monty's "friends" drew slugthrowers on Faron and advanced. They kept both their pistols trained on the former soldier and tossed a bag of credits toward the Mandalorian.

"You didn't see nothing, right?" The one on the right said as his finger itched toward the trigger, still trained on Faron. Monty sat in a puddle of his Davin's blood, seething, shoulders moving up and down rhythmically as he pulled the knife out of his father's neck.

Faron turned to fire on the youth but was thrown to the wall from a wave of energy sent from Monty's fingertips. The young man would've been amazed if anger still didn't control his actions. He lunged at the fallen soldier and plunged his blade into the man's sternum. Taking pleasure as the life drained from his eyes in his last moments of pain.

 

[Verz Horak]

So much for trying to keep everything calm. The kid had plunged a knife into the bounty hunter's stomach. Ignoring both the bag of credits and the slungthrowers, Verz quickly ran over to the injured Jusik.Let them shoot at me. My father's beskar will keep me safe. was his thought regarding the slugthrower wielders. He knew some first aid, but it probably wouldn't be enough without a medical droid around.

When he had gotten to the bounty hunter lying on the ground, he started examining the wound. It was grievous, but if he could get this man to a medical station, he would have a chance to live. He kneeled next to Davin, trying to encourage the man to hang on a bit longer as he tended the wound as best he could.