Huro like usual was dehydrated on this horrid planet of Corellia. The green skyline was as usual nauseously weird to look at. The streets were beginning to empty as night drew near however the bars would be open for a number of hours before the streets opened once again.
Huro was still completely blank about how he got here, he got the feeling he was running from something, but it would be unlike him to run and so he came to the conclusion that he was hunting something, despite the fact he had failed miserably to track down a bounty that even a robed peace keeper was interested in.
The trees arching over the street rustled as a cool chill of air whistled through the street, it barely affected Huro; it had been humid all day, his feathers were a horrible mess under his suit but Huro tried not to notice because if he did it would be an unstoppable urge of his to fix them until he got off the horrible excuse for a planet. The cool draft finished crossing the area, it was back to lip covering, nose filling humid heat again.
Huro retreated to a local bar, it was hard to tell but probably the same one he was in earlier where he had heard about that bounty. He sat down at the bar counter, he was kindly greeted by the bar keeper pointing on old gun at him, it was one of those vintage slug throwers that had seen some serious use over the years.
“No drinks until you pay for your last orders.” The bartender said. He had a lisp you would usually associate to someone that had failed their miserable attempt at education; it wasn’t overly strong but quite noticeable.
Huro sat there pondering for words to come. Nothing happened; the bartender cocked the slug thrower. Huro stood up, donned in a full mechanical combat suit, something new for the recent years.
“I’ll shoot, are you going to pay, because you ain’t walking out of ‘ere” The lisp was starting to annoy Huro.
With one quick movement Huro grabbed the bartender’s neck before he could do anything. The bartender started doing on of those gulp’s that turned into coughs, Huro chuckled a little, and it was quite loud for something Huro would do.
The whole bars attention was on them now; people had started to get up and walk towards the fight, and everyone knew who they would be attacking if a real fight broke out, and Huro had no time to attach his blades despite the fact that one of them wasn’t even attachable now that he had ripped the connection straight off his wrist.
Huro put the bartender down after he had been lifted a few inches in the air while being strangled.
“I have no money” Huro said, it was completely planned out in his head and hoped that it would go the way it did in his head. The bartender dropped the gun, why he hadn’t shot Huro when the bartender had the chance three inches above the ground beat the Hell out of everyone.
Slowly three men had walked up behind Huro, one man grabbed him. He was unsuccessful; being 5’ 7” trying to grab a seven foot tall agitated person in a combat suit wasn’t a good idea. The man burst backwards as Huro stretched his arms breaking the hold.
Huro turned around; the two men left were contemplating if they really wanted to fight him. They both went for him; one had got him in a body hold while the other had a firm grip around his head.
The man with his head held in a lock pulled upwards, dislodging Huro’s helmet. Huro fell backwards, the man holding his body fell with Huro.
Huro got up, his helmet fell off on the way up, and that wasn’t good for anybody. It revealed a scruffy feathered head covered in sweat. Huro let out a sigh before running at the man that was going for Huro’s helmet on the ground. It resulted in Huro holding his helmet and another man being side tackled and pushed to the wall. Huro without thinking put the helmet back on and lodged it on perfectly before a man had kicked him to the ground face first.
The bartender had decided to bring an end to the fight and grabbed the slug thrower and asked everyone to stand back from Huro. The bartender let one shot go straight at the back of Huro’s head. The slug thrower let of this weak pallet of iron that merely dented Huro’s armour. Huro then got up and ran for the bartender, Huro grabbed the slug thrower by the end and pushed upwards the bartender to shot again, this time with result, a dead man shot in the face. This wasn’t going to end well now.
Everybody backed off, and while adrenaline had struck Huro everyone else was now waiting on a higher power to show up. Huro turned around looking at the door of the bar and saw it fall forwards.
Huro was still completely blank about how he got here, he got the feeling he was running from something, but it would be unlike him to run and so he came to the conclusion that he was hunting something, despite the fact he had failed miserably to track down a bounty that even a robed peace keeper was interested in.
The trees arching over the street rustled as a cool chill of air whistled through the street, it barely affected Huro; it had been humid all day, his feathers were a horrible mess under his suit but Huro tried not to notice because if he did it would be an unstoppable urge of his to fix them until he got off the horrible excuse for a planet. The cool draft finished crossing the area, it was back to lip covering, nose filling humid heat again.
Huro retreated to a local bar, it was hard to tell but probably the same one he was in earlier where he had heard about that bounty. He sat down at the bar counter, he was kindly greeted by the bar keeper pointing on old gun at him, it was one of those vintage slug throwers that had seen some serious use over the years.
“No drinks until you pay for your last orders.” The bartender said. He had a lisp you would usually associate to someone that had failed their miserable attempt at education; it wasn’t overly strong but quite noticeable.
Huro sat there pondering for words to come. Nothing happened; the bartender cocked the slug thrower. Huro stood up, donned in a full mechanical combat suit, something new for the recent years.
“I’ll shoot, are you going to pay, because you ain’t walking out of ‘ere” The lisp was starting to annoy Huro.
With one quick movement Huro grabbed the bartender’s neck before he could do anything. The bartender started doing on of those gulp’s that turned into coughs, Huro chuckled a little, and it was quite loud for something Huro would do.
The whole bars attention was on them now; people had started to get up and walk towards the fight, and everyone knew who they would be attacking if a real fight broke out, and Huro had no time to attach his blades despite the fact that one of them wasn’t even attachable now that he had ripped the connection straight off his wrist.
Huro put the bartender down after he had been lifted a few inches in the air while being strangled.
“I have no money” Huro said, it was completely planned out in his head and hoped that it would go the way it did in his head. The bartender dropped the gun, why he hadn’t shot Huro when the bartender had the chance three inches above the ground beat the Hell out of everyone.
Slowly three men had walked up behind Huro, one man grabbed him. He was unsuccessful; being 5’ 7” trying to grab a seven foot tall agitated person in a combat suit wasn’t a good idea. The man burst backwards as Huro stretched his arms breaking the hold.
Huro turned around; the two men left were contemplating if they really wanted to fight him. They both went for him; one had got him in a body hold while the other had a firm grip around his head.
The man with his head held in a lock pulled upwards, dislodging Huro’s helmet. Huro fell backwards, the man holding his body fell with Huro.
Huro got up, his helmet fell off on the way up, and that wasn’t good for anybody. It revealed a scruffy feathered head covered in sweat. Huro let out a sigh before running at the man that was going for Huro’s helmet on the ground. It resulted in Huro holding his helmet and another man being side tackled and pushed to the wall. Huro without thinking put the helmet back on and lodged it on perfectly before a man had kicked him to the ground face first.
The bartender had decided to bring an end to the fight and grabbed the slug thrower and asked everyone to stand back from Huro. The bartender let one shot go straight at the back of Huro’s head. The slug thrower let of this weak pallet of iron that merely dented Huro’s armour. Huro then got up and ran for the bartender, Huro grabbed the slug thrower by the end and pushed upwards the bartender to shot again, this time with result, a dead man shot in the face. This wasn’t going to end well now.
Everybody backed off, and while adrenaline had struck Huro everyone else was now waiting on a higher power to show up. Huro turned around looking at the door of the bar and saw it fall forwards.