By the time this day was over, Zad just might have to enlist in the next baseball tournament, and to hell with huttball. His truncheon went this way, clocked the lights out for Devaronian, that way, made an Ithorian grunt, zig-zagged “Zad Ruzed” across the body of an Aqualish. Take that!
The Ranger whipped his weapon around. The Gamorrean ducked. Damn! Zad yelped as something hard hit him in his back. He turned to face a Chiss throwing oranges. “Take that ya zore losers!” The goon declared. “I’ll have yer eyeballs fer...uh...sommat...fer breakfazt!” The next orange landed on his own head.
While the Chiss studied the ceiling, Zad studied Zaia just to make sure she was okay. It was a passing glance and she seemed to be holding her own against an airborne chair so that was promising. At this rate the two could add ‘engaged in a lounge fight’ to their list of violent confrontations.
“Drunken di’kuts, am I right?” Giving his partner a thumbs-up, Zad looked down to find a yellow bird now sitting on his outstretched arm. “Di’kut!” The bird parroted. “Di’kut!”
Who you callin’ a di’kut? Zad scowled at the bird and tried to shake it off his arm. Its talons held tight to the leathered wrist. “PETEY!” cried a Nagai. What is this lounge, anyway, an interspecies pride movement? "Who let you out, my love!?" The Nagai lunged for the bird just as it promptly flew away. “Di’kut! Di’kut!”
The Nagai didn’t exactly miss, however. Nope, he succeeded in diving into the Ranger as both persons collapsed to the floor, the Nagai on top and Zad staring up at a Mandalorian.
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The Ranger whipped his weapon around. The Gamorrean ducked. Damn! Zad yelped as something hard hit him in his back. He turned to face a Chiss throwing oranges. “Take that ya zore losers!” The goon declared. “I’ll have yer eyeballs fer...uh...sommat...fer breakfazt!” The next orange landed on his own head.
While the Chiss studied the ceiling, Zad studied Zaia just to make sure she was okay. It was a passing glance and she seemed to be holding her own against an airborne chair so that was promising. At this rate the two could add ‘engaged in a lounge fight’ to their list of violent confrontations.
“Drunken di’kuts, am I right?” Giving his partner a thumbs-up, Zad looked down to find a yellow bird now sitting on his outstretched arm. “Di’kut!” The bird parroted. “Di’kut!”
Who you callin’ a di’kut? Zad scowled at the bird and tried to shake it off his arm. Its talons held tight to the leathered wrist. “PETEY!” cried a Nagai. What is this lounge, anyway, an interspecies pride movement? "Who let you out, my love!?" The Nagai lunged for the bird just as it promptly flew away. “Di’kut! Di’kut!”
The Nagai didn’t exactly miss, however. Nope, he succeeded in diving into the Ranger as both persons collapsed to the floor, the Nagai on top and Zad staring up at a Mandalorian.
@Sicadorito