The Slave's Vengeance

[Zerrene Torran]

The shuttle door opened, and the Chiss inside stepped out onto Narr Shaddaa, blinking her solid red eyes as they adjusted.. She strode through the spaceport, one blue hand hovering near her blaster pistol.
As she neared the exit, an official stopped her and asked her name.

"Zerrene. Zerrene Torran." Came the reply, and the officer led her pass with a nod. She stepped out onto the street, wondering what she should do now. She needed information. . . .

Almost instantly she noticed a cantina across the street, and grinned. A good place to start. She entered the establishment, sitting at the bar and ordering a drink.

As she lifted the glass to drink, she was hit by a wave of alcohol-induced breath.

"Hey there, blue-skin. What's a pretty young thing like you doing all alone?"

Zerrene sighed and put her drink down on the counter. She did not want to deal with this right now.

 

[Gavin XIII]

Nar Shadda. A den of scum and villainy, if there ever was one. All Gavin could see of either in this run-down bar was the scum. There was a pretty little Chiss sitting in the chair nearest to the Thirteenth, and there was a very old-looking drunk hitting on her. He smiled as she put aside her drink to deal with the man. There was no need to do so. Gavin already had his beloved gun out, and his arm around the drunk's neck. He whispered, almost lovingly.

"Go on, Zek. Keep talking. You've only got one drink before a new hole presents itself in your head. Choose well."

[member="Zerrene Torran"]

 

[Dral Ordo]

Dral stared at the cantina, working up the will to enter. He had one poison in life, and that was alcohol; and the credits in his belt were itching to be spent. With a final sigh, he entered the cantina, and came upon a curious scene.
A human was pointing a blaster at another human, with a young Chiss female between them, displeased.
The Mandalorian leaned against the wall, watching from behind his blue helmet.
This could get interesting.

[member="Gavin XIII"][member="Zerrene Torran"]

 

[Zerrene Torran]

The man whimpered and scrambled to get away, knocking over Zerrene's drink in the process.

"Great. You owe me a drink, Mr. . ."
Zerrene trailed off, fishing for a name.

[member="Gavin XIII"][member="Dral Ordo"]

 

[Gavin XIII]

Gavin looked at the Chiss woman, and laughed as he took the seat he'd just forced the old man out of. In the corner of his eye, he saw a bit of blue metal reflecting the light off itself. Without turning, he glanced at the fully armored Mandalorian watching him and the Chiss lady.

"I'm the Thirteenth. Or Gavin. Whichever will give me less trouble in this situation. I'll buy you whatever you want, if you can tell me why there's a Mando staring at our backs. I'm a minute away from shooting him."

[member="Zerrene Torran"] [member="Dral Ordo"]

 

[Dral Ordo]

Dral overheard his threat and chuckled, walking up to the pair.
"The Mando can speak for himself. I am Dral. It's not everyday you find a drunk getting a blaster in his face, so I naturally took interest in the proceedings."
Dral leaned against the bar, crossing his arms.

[member="Gavin XIII"]
[member="Zerrene Torran"]