Christophsis Calling

[Galven "Ocelot" Jaeger]

Scanning the streets in front of him, Ocelot patted his jacket with a slight look of concern. The small cubic box was still tucked into his inside pocket, relatively safe from prying eyes and hands. Relaxing his posture slightly again, he headed towards a side street off to the left, hoping to use the short cut to speed up his exit from this invasive planet. Just as he turned to veer off, he noticed a presence at his side. A hand was in his outside pocket. Instead of turning to look, Ocelot grabbed the arm and pulled it into the quieter side street, taking the thief with it. As soon as they had left the bulk of the pedestrians, he turned and aimed a strong punch to the man's face.

 

[ThatStarWarsFan]

While trying to grab the chip in Ocelots pocket, Ocelot grabbed his arm and pulled him in a quieter street, some people were looking, but later moved on.
After being pulled in, he took a hard punch in the face. His nose started to bleed. He wiped some blood away with his arm.
"What the hell do you want? I was just... searching for a job."

 

[Galven "Ocelot" Jaeger]

"Like hell you were looking for a job, street slime!" A tone of Ocelot's mercenary past came out in his voice, sounding angrier and less uptight than their previous encounter. Grabbing the kid by the collar, he shouted in his face. He didn't have the time for being trailed by some pickpocket. "Just what do you think you're trying to steal anyway, boy?" If he had been tipped off and knew about the chip transfer, there could be a higher threat to deal with. The Exchange were almost omnipresent in the outer rim and he doubted the Accord was stamping out a group of potential members.

 

[ThatStarWarsFan]

"Well... you looked rich, so I tried to steal from you." Zarl lied. He would fight back, but he lost his only weapon, his knife, in an alley. If he could get out of his grip, Zarl should try to get it again.