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Rikkal-Da walked down the crowded streets of Nar Shadda, looking in awe at the massive spires and corridors of buildings. He had never seen this many people in his life, even in the capital back on Munto Codru. He stood a bit taller than everyone else around him, which as far as he was concerned was great since he could a better view. The four-armed Codru-Ji stopped at nearby stall to look at the different fruits the droid merchant was selling.
"Are you going to buy something, or just continue to starts at my wares?
Rikkal glanced at the protocol droid, its once golden plating now covered in dirt and muck. The poor thing. "No, I was just taking a look. My apologies." He turned his head to take in his surroundings one more time, his icy blue eyes scanning the horizons. It was incredible to think that this was just one planet of many that he could go explore. His stomach growled, indicating that it was time to "refuel".
He turned his attention back to the merchant, who was still watching him closely. If he was an organic, no doubt a frown would be plastered on that face of his.
"Sorry to interrupt you again, but do you know where I can find a decent place to get something to eat?" He asked in the nicest way possible, hopeful this droid wouldn't become more agitated than it already us. "Yes, right there, under the sign that says "Bar" and "Food"! He pointed his metallic finger towards a nearby building.
Rikkal-Da just gave a small nod of gratitude and made his way over. He stoped outside the entrance, and tied his white-gray hair into a ponytail; he hated getting hair in his food. He walked inside, a bit nervous considering this was his first bar away from home. He stopped at the entrance, a sudden sense of urgency came washing over him. Something was off. He always had this feeling when something bad was about to happen, and this time it was strong. He glanced around at the patrons of the bar, some were just eating and drinking, a few passed out, but most were focused on a commotion near the back of the establishment. Rikkal clenched his fist, all four of them, and made his way past a blue skinned woman and her dark haired companion.
He sat down at the table next to theirs, his gray plated armor stretching slightly to accomad his change in posture, and searched for the source of the tension in the room. There. In the back were two men and a Twi'Lek woman, with what appeared to be lightsabers.
Lightsabers!
He glanced down at the double bladed weapon of the Jedi that was attached to his hip. Maybe one of them knew the whereabouts of his father. But he knew better than to intrude on whatever business they had going on. He leaned forward ever so slightly, constantly aware of his surroundings. He had only been away from home for a few weeks and he was about to experience his first bar fight.
"I wonder if the rest of my life is going to be this exciting..." He mumbled to himself.
"Are you going to buy something, or just continue to starts at my wares?
Rikkal glanced at the protocol droid, its once golden plating now covered in dirt and muck. The poor thing. "No, I was just taking a look. My apologies." He turned his head to take in his surroundings one more time, his icy blue eyes scanning the horizons. It was incredible to think that this was just one planet of many that he could go explore. His stomach growled, indicating that it was time to "refuel".
He turned his attention back to the merchant, who was still watching him closely. If he was an organic, no doubt a frown would be plastered on that face of his.
"Sorry to interrupt you again, but do you know where I can find a decent place to get something to eat?" He asked in the nicest way possible, hopeful this droid wouldn't become more agitated than it already us. "Yes, right there, under the sign that says "Bar" and "Food"! He pointed his metallic finger towards a nearby building.
Rikkal-Da just gave a small nod of gratitude and made his way over. He stoped outside the entrance, and tied his white-gray hair into a ponytail; he hated getting hair in his food. He walked inside, a bit nervous considering this was his first bar away from home. He stopped at the entrance, a sudden sense of urgency came washing over him. Something was off. He always had this feeling when something bad was about to happen, and this time it was strong. He glanced around at the patrons of the bar, some were just eating and drinking, a few passed out, but most were focused on a commotion near the back of the establishment. Rikkal clenched his fist, all four of them, and made his way past a blue skinned woman and her dark haired companion.
He sat down at the table next to theirs, his gray plated armor stretching slightly to accomad his change in posture, and searched for the source of the tension in the room. There. In the back were two men and a Twi'Lek woman, with what appeared to be lightsabers.
Lightsabers!
He glanced down at the double bladed weapon of the Jedi that was attached to his hip. Maybe one of them knew the whereabouts of his father. But he knew better than to intrude on whatever business they had going on. He leaned forward ever so slightly, constantly aware of his surroundings. He had only been away from home for a few weeks and he was about to experience his first bar fight.
"I wonder if the rest of my life is going to be this exciting..." He mumbled to himself.