Urso trudged across the filthy, yet familiar, streets of Nar Shaddaa. The sound of his boots hitting the ground became lost amongst the similar sounds of footsteps on the busy streets of this crowded moon. The Zabrak kept an eye out as he walked, expertly weaving his way through the crowds, avoiding bumping into anyone or tripping over something; navigating the suffocating crowds of Nar Shaddaa was a skill that any who wanted to thrive on this crime-infested place needed to learn, sooner rather than later. He pulled his patchy brown jacket tighter to his body and he picked up the pace. He wanted to be out of the street as quickly as he could. He felt uneasy...like he was being watched.
He had just come from the cantina, the person he had just completed a job for said he would only pay Urso at the cantina. Mentioned something about his place being renovated. The story sounded suspicious to Urso, but he needed the money, so he went there. It was a stupid idea, to exchange credits in a public space, but Urso was desperate. He knew the moon well enough to know that someone might have seen him receive the credits and attempted to follow him. That's why he so desperately wanted to get out of the crowd and go anywhere else for the rest of the day. Out of the corner of his eye, Urso spotted an alleyway which he knew cut through the guts of this district and ended up where he wanted to go. Running his hand through his dirty brown hair, and over some of his horns, Urso picked up the pace and headed for the alleyway. Entering the alleyway, Urso sped up even more - thinking he was in the clear until he heard a voice from behind.
"Woah hold up there now...I saw you leave the cantina after that 'exchange' o' yours. An' now I see you running away...meaning you probably gotta'lotta credits on you. Or somethin' jus' as valuable, am I right?"
Urso cringed a little inside. He knew it. He bloody knew it. Urso, slowly turned around to face the assailant. He saw a not particularly well-groomed human male. Probably in his mid-forties. Long and uncombed shoulder-length brown hair with a bushy brown beard to complement it. His grin was rather unsettling as the man's grin revealed that he did not have many teeth at all.
"I would say you should brush your teeth more...but I don't think that's a problem for you anymore" Urso casually mentioned - possibly attempting to defuse the situation with a kind of off-brand comedy.
The man frowned and aimed his pistol at Urso's chest. "Don't be tryna make a fool of me. Yer the one with the blaster aimed at yer chest. Now, gimme yer credits or whatever the hells it was you got back there" he growled. Well, it was less of a growl and more of a cough. The man seriously did not look like he took care of his health.
Alright, we certainly don't need to make this a thing, really, we don't! On the flip side, however...I do really need these credits" Urso diplomatically explained as his hand, a little less diplomatically, slowly hovered down to his blaster.
Now, Urso could not see the future, but he definitely figured that a standoff was about to ensue. Moreso, he figured that either he or this rough-looking human trying to rob him was gonna get shot in just a moment. But also, this was Nar Shaddaa after all. Anything could happen and anyone could walk by. Who knew what the future held.
He had just come from the cantina, the person he had just completed a job for said he would only pay Urso at the cantina. Mentioned something about his place being renovated. The story sounded suspicious to Urso, but he needed the money, so he went there. It was a stupid idea, to exchange credits in a public space, but Urso was desperate. He knew the moon well enough to know that someone might have seen him receive the credits and attempted to follow him. That's why he so desperately wanted to get out of the crowd and go anywhere else for the rest of the day. Out of the corner of his eye, Urso spotted an alleyway which he knew cut through the guts of this district and ended up where he wanted to go. Running his hand through his dirty brown hair, and over some of his horns, Urso picked up the pace and headed for the alleyway. Entering the alleyway, Urso sped up even more - thinking he was in the clear until he heard a voice from behind.
"Woah hold up there now...I saw you leave the cantina after that 'exchange' o' yours. An' now I see you running away...meaning you probably gotta'lotta credits on you. Or somethin' jus' as valuable, am I right?"
Urso cringed a little inside. He knew it. He bloody knew it. Urso, slowly turned around to face the assailant. He saw a not particularly well-groomed human male. Probably in his mid-forties. Long and uncombed shoulder-length brown hair with a bushy brown beard to complement it. His grin was rather unsettling as the man's grin revealed that he did not have many teeth at all.
"I would say you should brush your teeth more...but I don't think that's a problem for you anymore" Urso casually mentioned - possibly attempting to defuse the situation with a kind of off-brand comedy.
The man frowned and aimed his pistol at Urso's chest. "Don't be tryna make a fool of me. Yer the one with the blaster aimed at yer chest. Now, gimme yer credits or whatever the hells it was you got back there" he growled. Well, it was less of a growl and more of a cough. The man seriously did not look like he took care of his health.
Alright, we certainly don't need to make this a thing, really, we don't! On the flip side, however...I do really need these credits" Urso diplomatically explained as his hand, a little less diplomatically, slowly hovered down to his blaster.
Now, Urso could not see the future, but he definitely figured that a standoff was about to ensue. Moreso, he figured that either he or this rough-looking human trying to rob him was gonna get shot in just a moment. But also, this was Nar Shaddaa after all. Anything could happen and anyone could walk by. Who knew what the future held.