The Spices of Tattooine

[EmilyHuene]

Being a bounty hunter was an occupation that only a few could really pull off. Sure, anyone could call themselves a bounty hunter, but how many could actually make it as one? There were plenty of low-lives out there getting into trouble with the law, or with the Hutts, that would fetch a nice bounty. Trouble was, the clients usually preferred their bounty alive. Keiyara Cole tried her hardest to be an honest bounty hunter, but life just seemed to have other plans. She'd never successfully completed a mission that entitled her to bring someone back without killing them in the process. She liked to consider herself a glorified assassin, though she was not proud of it. She really couldn't help herself. It was just too easy to get angry and let her temper control her actions. Plus, when someone shot at her, she really enjoyed returning the favor with her lightsabers. There was just something so relishing about stabbing a man through his stomach and listening to him breathe his last breath.

Keiyara enjoyed killing others. It was who she was raised to be. Her master, Kait Reese, trained her in the ways of the Force to fight for him. Together, he had every intention of fighting off the skurge of the Sith and taking back the galaxy. What a fool he was. Several years ago she was working a mission trying to find and eliminate a Sith lord. They were no match for the dark lord and he toyed with them. He easily defeated the two and tortured them in his private residence. Eventually Keiyara escaped, but Reese didn't.

The universe was a terrible place, Keiyara saw that now. The Sith weren't evil, no more than the Jedi were. The average person would shoot you down for lunch money. That's just how the world worked. No she didn't favor the Sith, but she did feel the Jedi were foolish and naive to try and take them on. She had no ties to either of them, and refused to be a part of this war.

So, Keiyara did the one thing she could. She killed. She didn't have a lot of other qualifications to her name. What else was a murdering weapon supposed to do with her life? So she took the more dangerous missions and got paid. And that's what she would do. Her next mission she received from an old client. Word on the market was someone needed a smuggler. Well, her ship would do the job. She told the friend to tell the client to meet her in Mos Eisley.

Walking into the bar told the bartender someone would come looking for her. He nodded, fixed her a drink, then she sat in the back and waited. She was wearing her typical mission clothes. She wore an all black leather jumpsuit with several pockets and rings for attachments. The jumpsuit covered her neck down to her wrists and ankles. She wore long knee-high boots with tight straps to keep them secure. They had a good inch-thick heel on the bottom to boost her height and make her seem more intimidating. Around her waist were two shoto lightsabers, which would omit purple beams when activated.

 

[Count Sam]

Mos Eisley, it was once one of the most famous settlements in in the galaxy, but unfortunately nothing in this galaxy has ever stayed the same. The scale of powers has always shifted and that clearly had an effect on everything in the galaxy. One day the Galactic Republic was in power and the other day it was the Empire. The middle aged hired gun, Damian Keel did not real care. As a living being he realized that to thrive in this galaxy he needed to adapt to the changes and work for his own account. The middle aged man believed that ideals were not needed, and those who had dogmatic believes were only wasting their life not trying to enjoy simple things.

Damien knew that to survive and enjoy his life he NEEDED MONEY, and to do that he had to do a lot of unethical and run some dirty errands for some dirty people. Today, it seemed that he was able to make a good amount of money and it was about time to spend them on something useful. That useful thing for Damian was gambling and playing poker. This was clearly one of the reasons why at the end of the day he found himself sitting on a bar and gambling with different type of scum from all over the galaxy.

However the one eyed human was not the type of person who would rush into action. Which is why he was sitting silently and closely on the counter. With an Ale held with his right hand, a cigar inside his mouth, and a DL-44 blaster pistol strapped to his belt, Damian was ready for action. He also had a Vibroblade with him in case things got out of hands. After all, things usually got intense in the bar and some folks did respond badly to losing games, which was why the one eyed mercenary had to make sure that he was ready for any unwanted brawl.

Taking sips from his Ale Damien simply waited and watched as different types of races were engaged in gambling or drinking. Damien was also enjoying the smell of cheap Ale which his nose has gotten used to. But, he then remembered that he was not here to play gambling games. He had a greater mission that was going to make him earn greater money and that was why he was here.

He also heard that there was a red headed woman that was ready to take this mission with him, and while he was first surprised Damien decided to just meet this woman and see what she was like. Of course, Damien did not care who the hell was helping him as long as he got to complete his errands, and earn the cash.Damien scanned with his eyes before finally noticing the red headed woman sitting, and that was when he finally approached her deciding not to waste more time.

"Well well greetings!!!" Damien then stopped remembering that he had forgotten the name of the woman. Well that sucked, but Damien did not really mind making a good first impression. After all, he was rude and through out his whole life he had only interacted with underworld scum and impatient and annoying clients.

"So what was your name again?" He added, as he fetched himself a drink and took a seat next to her.

 

[EmilyHuene]

Keiyara was getting impatient. Sure it took time to get from one place in the galaxy to another, but come on! Didn't this guy know they were supposed to meet here? How could he be late? She groaned and slid her now, third drink to the end of the table so the bartender would get the hint to send over another. But it was not the bartender that approached her. Keiyara rolled her eyes as she seemed to have drawn yet another drunken fool over into her midst.

"Well well greetings!!!" He said to her as he came over. "This is just what I need right now," she thought to herself. He then took a seat next to her and asked,"So what was your name again?"

Before he could get too comfy, Kieyara wipped out her lightsaber and put the blunt end in his face; her thumb hovered over the ignition button. One press, and he'd have a serious migraine to deal with. Trying to be as threatening as she could be, which given her choice of outfits wouldn't be that hard, she said to him, "If you'd like to keep your last remaining eye, I'd get out of this booth. I'm here on business."