Sitting down

[The Captain]

"Jedi don't slink around sleazy cantinas stealing gold shipments from local thugs. Speaking of which..." The three men had returned from their outing visible furious at having lost their gold. They shuffled back into their booth not ten meters from Valia and her new little friend, and order a round of drinks.

 

[ThatStarWarsFan]

"Alright then, how much do you want?" Zarl asks, with a sound of dissapointment.

 

[The Captain]

"A 60/40 sounds fair to-FRAK!!" She ducked down as a blaster bolt whizzed past the table. The bounty hunters had spotted them at the table together, and were now raising their guns at them. One of them stepped forward, his armor and weapons singling him out as leader.

"Well, well, well, what have we here? A gutter cat and her pet sand-scum?" He began moving slowly toward the table, his men keep their weapons trained on them.

 

[ThatStarWarsFan]

Zarl didn't see the bolt coming and was pretty surprised when it didn't hit him, first he thought it was an accident, just to see the bountyhunters at the table. Seen by the weapons he couldn't really think of anything else but sitting and watching, and most-likely die. Once again he tries to sound intimidating. "What do you want?" He should seriously train in it, as he screws it up again.

 

[The Captain]

The man moved in and grabbed Zarl by the shirt, hoisting him off the ground. The rest of the men grabbed Valia and held her down, pointing blasters at her.

"We want our money back, and to make sure you two never run this little scam again." He pulled out a knife and began waving it in Zarl's face. Meanwhile, Valia tried to use her prehensile tail to grab her own small utility knife. She had a plan to get herself out of this, but it would cost them the money.

 

[ThatStarWarsFan]

When Zarl fell on the ground Zarl was sure he would die very soon. Either he'd get shot, or he'd escape and got a bounty for sure. When he looked the other side he saw the "woman" getting pointed at with blasters, but she didn't seem scared. "I can't really grab it if I have a knife at my face, can I?" he says, nervously.

 

[The Captain]

Before the man could respond, Valia managed to grab her knife and cut open the bag on the table. Gold coins poured out onto the floor, further catching the attention of the watching crowd. Mercenaries, drunks, junkies, and thugs were all eagerly watching the coins roll about the floor. All that stood between them and all that money were four armed men. Tensions, needless to say, were now running very high.

 

[ThatStarWarsFan]

When Zarl watches the gold fall on the ground he realizes the biggest mistake that day was wanting that bag. He didn't really need it, but it would be a great catch. But how would gold on the floor help with four armed killers, he thought.

 

[The Captain]

Deciding that the risk was worth potential reward, the bar goers charged the four men, desperate to take the gold. A massive brawl broke out, giving Valia and Zarl a chance to slip away in the chaos.

 

[ThatStarWarsFan]

Zarl was amazed and did not expect that to happen. He stands up and goes to the exit of the cantina as soon as possible. "You haven't told me your name yet."

 

[The Captain]

Valia bolted out the front door of the cantina, stopping to catch her breath with the young man.

"Well, you haven't told me yours." She paused and extended a hand. "Valia Nan."

 

[ThatStarWarsFan]

He thinks for a second and shakes her hand "Zarl, I mean... Zarl Hover"

 

[The Captain]

"Zarl, nice to meet you." A man is thrown through a nearby bar window. "...I wish the circumstances were better, but...still."

 

[ThatStarWarsFan]

"Yeah... I see" Zarl was curious for more information about her. "So... who are you, I guess? Except your name, ofcourse"

 

[The Captain]

"I'm a free trader. I'm guessing your a local?" Valia began to lead them both away from the raging bar fight.

 

[ThatStarWarsFan]

Zarl walks with her "Yeah, a local, hoped to stay anonymous but I guess it didn't work out." He looks behind to see another person hanging at the window above the other guy.

 

[The Captain]

"Maybe we should get out of here, this place is getting rough."

 

[ThatStarWarsFan]

"I guess, by the way, how much money did you want?" he says, with a small smile.

 

[SirNoodles]

Amerath is alerted by a bar fight. "Damn", he mutters to himself. "This place is as rough as I heard."
After taking a final slurp of water, he turns around and slowly makes his way to the door. Outside is his T7-O1 droid waiting for him as it can't go into the building. However, Amerath is suddenly alerted by a bag on a woman. The woman is too busy watching the fight to notice her other surroundings. After checking no one is looking, Amerath slowly walks to the woman. Checking one more time no one is looking, he pulls out his small knife and then cuts off the straps of her bag. She is alerted by it and after grabbing the bag quickly, Amerath makes a run for it.
"THIEF! HE STOLE MY BAG!" he hears a shriek as he exits the door.
After he gets out of the building, he looks to his right to see his T7-O1 droid. "T7, we gotta get outta here!"
T7 gets up and starts rolling quickly on its wheels. It makes a beeping sound whilst they are running.
"Yes! Yes I did get some money!" Amerath yells in response.
This was his life... A sixteen year old stealing from people.

 

[ThatStarWarsFan]

Zarl hears the scream and thinks "Wow, I thought I was the only one today" and sees a boy run away with a T7 droid.