- The Padawan duo walked down a seedy street. “Stay ready, it’s—” blaster fire erupted from a building straight ahead. Daybreak sprung into his hand and ignited, the pale yellow blade swatted away three bolts but the fourth and fifth got through. He felt a lance of cold heat slip up his shoulder, and another bite into his left side. Luckily, he’d live, unluckily the attack had been so sudden that he didn’t have time to move. Daybreak at the ready, Leon prepared for the next attack.
"I can outdraw Preeef SHALLOW-" a drunk weequay with exquisite spurs on his polished red boots sat beratingly to a couple of other weequays. They laughed, which made him only angrier. "I CAN-" the drunk weequay suddenly drew his blaster -with admittedly impressive speed- and a bunch of the others did as well. "-they can't keep ME out of the BELCHING FROG SALOON!- he cried as he he began lifted his blaster, with just the slight delay due to him unsteady seeking balance on his drunken legs, "-I was part of HASK VALDEEN'S CREW" most of the scoundrels present remembered the name of the notorious pirate that had captured the president of the Independent Systems Consortium and held him for an impressive ransom. Ofcourse, like most pirates, Hask was killed by law enforcement.
Then -though perhaps not suddenly- the weequay raised his blaster to shoot and was met with overwhelming fire in his direction. Three bolts tore through his chest in rapid succession, but even more -the shooters on both sides being drunk- flew passed him towards a couple of kids in the street. For a second, some feared the worst, but then one of them produced a LIGHTSABER to swat away the incoming bolts.
"THEY'RE JEDI!" someone shouted, then from another direction: "THEY'RE SITH!" One sentence was uttered by more in various degrees of panic. Every scoundrel on Tatooine knew of the devastating power that those with that Force magic could wield. They also knew of someone who had bested them plenty in the past. Preef Callo. The crowd suddenly split apart, giving the padawans full view of a solitary figure standing in the middle of the sandy Mos Espa road. Somewhere, something struck a bell. Was it midnight? Would it struck twelve times, or maybe less?
"Igniting a lightsaber in Mos Espa?-" the sharp threatening voice cut through the sudden silence as the figure, who appeared to be rodian, slowly stepped closer. "-you must really want to join the cartel." Nervous laughter erupted for a few seconds. The Hutt Cartel reigned supreme on Tatooine with the old rodian as its unstoppable and merciless enforcer. Some, those who couldn't stomach the sight of seeing children being murdered in cold blood, slowly stepped away in the nearby alleys, thinning the crowd just slightly. Out here, neither Jedi nor Sith could ever been seen as innocent.
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