Open Tatooine Deputies Wanted

[Leebus Badogri]

WAYFAR, TATOOINE
Leebus stood up from his desk as he heard the muffled sounds of a man cursing and struggling against what he assumed to be ropes. "Let me go, you dammed errand boy!" The voice said in an angry, rushed tone. The voice of Deputy Jedoxi came into earshot as Bagrodi opened the door. "Will you please just shut up?" Jedoxi said, turning his gaze quickly towards Badogri. Badgogri looked down, and saw the man hogtied on the ground, wriggling like a space-slug that had it's appendages cut off. "Marshal," Jedoxi said quickly, in an almost robotic manner. "I found this sumbitch' trying to rob some innocent folk up that a-way." Jedoxi pointed in the direction of a set of dunes, nearly indistinguishable from the rest of the Dune Sea had it not been for the large Krayt Dragon skeleton that rested on it's peak. "You dont let me go, a gang of bandits is gonna roll through here! Raze this podunk town to the damned ground!" The man let out a sinister cackle. Leebus's expression soured, and he turned his head up back to look at Jedoxi. "What are you planning on doing with him?" Bagrodi inquired. "Well, i'm gonna lock him up Marshal. Put him in a cell, what else would we do with him?" Jedoxi said. "They gon' break me out of jail, and I am going to personally strangle you to death, you dog!" The bandit cut in, and laughed again.
"I do not respond amicably to threats against my town. I was considering giving you an even longer sentence. But threatening my deputies? AND the town? I think I know what I'm going to do with you, friend." The marshal said, the venom in his voice rising. "What? You gonna give me an even longer sentence?" The bandit mocked. "No. Quite the opposite, actually." The marshal reached into his holster, and pulled out the blaster contained inside, and inspected it. "W-what you doing a- Wait... L-let's not jump to-" There was a sudden shift in the man's voice, it changing from a mocking, angry tone to one of great fear. "Yer sentence has been upgraded, friend. Make your peace now." The marshal said as he aimed his pistol at the bandits head. "S-sir! You don't gotta do this! Even if he is a thief he deserves a fair trial! Please sir, reconsider!" The deputy pleaded. "He forefit his right to a trial as soon as he began to threaten us." The marshal said, anger in his voice."The boy was gonna put me in the jail! Dont do this! No-" The man was cut off by the sound of the blaster firing, the shot seeming to echo throughout the entire desert. The marshal stood there for a moment, staring at the new hole that he had just placed in the back of the outlaw's head, and he put away his blaster, quickly turning towards his deputy, an angry expression across his face.
"What's gotten into you? Have you turned coward?! Trying to talk me into sparing the life of some gang member, so he could probably break out and seek revenge against us?!" "Sir, it just wer-" The deputy began to speak. "It weren't nothing! Now go and dump this body somewhere away from town! Unless you've turned too yella to do that as well!" The marshal bellowed. "Yes sir, s-sorry sir." Jedoxi muttered, picking up the corpse and walking out of sight.
"Damned coward... I need some new deputies." Bagrodi grumbled angrily.

 

[Brea Lynn Espaa]

Brea smiled slightly as she raised her Sabacc cards to eye level, gazing across the small camp expanse at her Tusken opponents. They had traded a few valuable treasures on her trip down to Wayfar in exchange for passage and safety. The resulting communion brought on a classic bout of gambling that the Vahla was certain she could teach.

Throwing the triple 3s down, she smiled. Both Tuskens, man and woman, looked at each other in confusion for a moment before placing their own cards down as a result. A mosh, a pair of sevens, and her play - Grandmaster Four of a Kind.

“Sabacc! The cards there were all the threes in the deck. With my last play I totaled twenty-one. Hence the Grandmaster FoAK.”

After explaining the meaning in quick, indecipherable hand motions and signs back and forth, the pair nodded and thanked the young girl. The information would help them barter and haggle with the locals more efficiently. Given that their clan wasn’t overtly territorial and seemed to be open minded to the idea of outside aide, Brea had concocted the plan. If they won a few games of Sabacc, nobody from here to Coruscant would claim that they were sub-intelligent again.

The muffled sound of plasma leaving a pistol resounded in the distance. Weapons discharge - only a single round. Curious, and worrisome. The Tuskens immediately rose to their feet and looked at the girl with concern as she did the same. Her blaster rifle slowly raised, shaking her head at the offer for protection. This was something Brea could handle on her own.

Crossing the plain hill and dropping low into the sand, she checked the distance with her rifle’s irons. Two beings, maybe human, with a corpse at their feet. One of the men had his pistol out. It didn’t take rocket science or astronavigation to figure exactly what had went wrong here. Switching her rifle to stun, she remained prone while loosing a round at the being’s partner. Whether it struck or not, she’s rise from the hilltop in plain view and aim at the other being with the gun.

“If you’re Guild, licenses up - otherwise your hands will do nicely.”