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Location: Corellia [center/]
B2-89 sat at the bar table, observing, and waiting for his “friend” to come by and give him his next job. However, the cantina was dark, and there were a lot of people, and B2 was not exactly sure if his contact would be noticeable enough.
B2-89 looked over at his companion, a Porg that he rescued in his day in the rebellion. “Well, what do you think?” The droid asked, in that voice that they all talk in. All the bird did was coo twice, and then began smelling for food.
B2-89 stood up from his seat, as he’d been waiting to long in his opinion, and grabbed his fedora and his T-6 Thunderer, and left the cantina.
B2s pet followed closely behind him, and at one point nudged his leg, almost making the unsteady droid to fall over.
Then, a group of armed thugs appeared, this time making B2-89 fall over. He quickly snatched his blaster and aimed at one of the five men.
“What was that for?” B2-89 asked, trying to sound clueless, but he knew very well that his contact had sent these thugs. Most likely because B2-89 failed his last mission.
“There’s no way this is the droid.” One of them said, gesturing at B2-89. “He’s way too stupid.” The man continued, explaining to the others. “There is only a few B1’s left in the galaxy, and I highly doubt any of them are blue and have a Porg as their pet.” Another sneered, grabbing his blaster, and taking aim at B2-89.
“Wait… I bet we can talk about this.” B2-89 said, trying to calm them down. “We have our orders.” The angry one said, signalling for the other to grab their weapons and take aim.
“You seem to misunderstand.” B2 said, getting up off the ground. “I’m no stupid droid.” He said, in a challenging voice now.
Once he was up he fired at the angry thug, who collided on the ground. “OPEN FIRE!” Another said, and B2 barely ducked out of the way, and one of the shots hit another thug, sending him into the ground as well.
B2 turned and shot the rest of the three in one move, and then they were all lying on the ground, dead. “Well, that was interesting.” B2-89 said to his pet, who came out from hiding behind a crate.
B2 holstered his blaster and began walking to a speeder stand, where he could get a lift. Now he had someone with money after him. Great.
B2-89 looked over at his companion, a Porg that he rescued in his day in the rebellion. “Well, what do you think?” The droid asked, in that voice that they all talk in. All the bird did was coo twice, and then began smelling for food.
B2-89 stood up from his seat, as he’d been waiting to long in his opinion, and grabbed his fedora and his T-6 Thunderer, and left the cantina.
B2s pet followed closely behind him, and at one point nudged his leg, almost making the unsteady droid to fall over.
Then, a group of armed thugs appeared, this time making B2-89 fall over. He quickly snatched his blaster and aimed at one of the five men.
“What was that for?” B2-89 asked, trying to sound clueless, but he knew very well that his contact had sent these thugs. Most likely because B2-89 failed his last mission.
“There’s no way this is the droid.” One of them said, gesturing at B2-89. “He’s way too stupid.” The man continued, explaining to the others. “There is only a few B1’s left in the galaxy, and I highly doubt any of them are blue and have a Porg as their pet.” Another sneered, grabbing his blaster, and taking aim at B2-89.
“Wait… I bet we can talk about this.” B2-89 said, trying to calm them down. “We have our orders.” The angry one said, signalling for the other to grab their weapons and take aim.
“You seem to misunderstand.” B2 said, getting up off the ground. “I’m no stupid droid.” He said, in a challenging voice now.
Once he was up he fired at the angry thug, who collided on the ground. “OPEN FIRE!” Another said, and B2 barely ducked out of the way, and one of the shots hit another thug, sending him into the ground as well.
B2 turned and shot the rest of the three in one move, and then they were all lying on the ground, dead. “Well, that was interesting.” B2-89 said to his pet, who came out from hiding behind a crate.
B2 holstered his blaster and began walking to a speeder stand, where he could get a lift. Now he had someone with money after him. Great.