At a table near the center of the cantina sat Thew Rydur. In front of him were two empty mugs, toppled over onto the table top. A third mug was in his hand. As he sipped his Corellian ale he suddenly heard the tell-tale click of a flechette laucnher.
Thew thought to himself: .... Salus... no Golan. That's a pretty bold move there, bringing a FC11 into a cantina, a little too bold. Damn rookies.... I guess this is Tatooine.... Oh well.
Thew rolls his neck, cracking it and flexes his hands. Then pulling his S-5 security blaster from its thigh holster he walks towards the Zabrak unnoticed. He stops about a meter away.
Thew: Put it down now, or I'll drop ya. Then put your hands above your head.
OOC: Check the stickied thread for Thew's info.
Sig by Jatari Bazrak
You can fight dying or die fighting.
Last edited by Thew Rydur; 02-06-2003 at 09:17 PM.