This is my bar now (The Red Devil Cartel)

[Zaiden Dean]

As the impenetrable shadows dissipated, Zaiden took the offered glass, "Greyson, Zaiden Greyson." Taking a pull from the glass, he sighed. This was like old times. Being guided, pointed in a direction and simply let loose. He chose whom lived, and whom died. It was his power. That was all he wanted in life now. To be pointed in the right direction.

That and bourbon. Lots of bourbon.

"Sorry Im late then, I guess." Zaiden offered a chuckle. With his free hand once again in his pocket, the other holding the glass gestured broadly, "Why?" He didn't specify the exact meaning of his question, because it could be inferred. Why the attack, why this bar, just why?

[member="Hala Jast"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

Hala raised an eyebrow and then smirked.

"Because Zaiden. This land belongs to us now, not the Hutt's. And by default if you'll joining us it'll be as much yours as it is all of ours."

She slammed another shot and then smashed the glass on the floor. Drawing her Mag Pistol from her sheath and letting another two rounds fly to execute one of the Hutts henchmen trying to crawl away.

"Hutt Cartel, Black Suns, Red Ravens. None of em did it right. But us? We're gonna do it right and by the end, folks are gonna pay us to fly the Mara Corridor."

 

[Tsido Edwi]

Tsido sighed as he traversed the street, seeing so many poor and helpless civilians was depressing. The viewpoint from his mandalorian visor made the world that much darker. Even though Tsido constantly wore a stolen mandalorian helmet, he donned a basic civilian get up. Navy blue pants, brown shirt, black vest. You know the usual. Tsido had been searching for a bounty on the slaver planet but had arrived too late, someone else got the kill.

So he decided to stop for a drink while his V-19 Torrent starfighter was refueled. The small cantina ahead looked promising. The moment he saw red and blue flashes of light from the window and the sound of blaster fire, it became even better. He gripped his blaster pistol and jogged for the door. He pressed his back against the cold concrete wall and drew his blaster. After taking a deep breath Tsido opened the door and peered in, only to see the fighting was over.

All he saw was a man and woman sitting at the bar, while a pile of bodies lay around them. He slowly holstered his blaster and entered the bar. As soon as the woman saw him she drew her pistol and aimed at him, he barely ducked below her slug shot. He threw his hands up and shouted "I'm a friendly!!!" Removing his mandalorian helmet he kept his hands in the air. "Soooo, are we good?" He flashed a smile.

[member="Hala Jast"] [member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]