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Ben
SWRP Writer
The thugs approached the group of people including Ben. Two could be seen from close, and a few moments later a group of four appeared behind them, with various weapons in their hands.
"Well well well, who do we got here?" The man who said this looked like the leader of their group of misfits. He was holding two blaster pistols, and had a vibroblade sheathed on a belt strapped around his hips.
"Well let you off with a quick death, alright?" As he said this he held up his hand in a fist. The four men behind him pulled back the triggers of their blaster pistols and let out four shots heading their way.
The outside of the diner had been surrounded by a few trees in planters, and a couple of benches around the area.
Ben looked over at the shots zooming at them, and he paced behind a bench for cover, yanking his DL-22 pistol out of his belt.
"Well well well, who do we got here?" The man who said this looked like the leader of their group of misfits. He was holding two blaster pistols, and had a vibroblade sheathed on a belt strapped around his hips.
"Well let you off with a quick death, alright?" As he said this he held up his hand in a fist. The four men behind him pulled back the triggers of their blaster pistols and let out four shots heading their way.
The outside of the diner had been surrounded by a few trees in planters, and a couple of benches around the area.
Ben looked over at the shots zooming at them, and he paced behind a bench for cover, yanking his DL-22 pistol out of his belt.