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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on May 12, 2016 20:09:58 GMT -8
He was rather surprised the young man pointed him out. He also wondered if the kid realized that the other gentlemen would be very insulted by that statement. Could he beat them all? Yes with ease, but nothing about him told anyone that. He turned his back to the situation and returned to his drink.The kid will learn these things one way or another.
I have no need to beat up an old man. But a new blood that comes in here dressed to fight, that i may need to deal with. Boys...Two more large ruffians turn in their chairs at the crowded bar and grab Aqeel's wrists preventing him from reaching his blasters Lets go outside then.
Mir didn't know how many men it would take to beat the kid up, but he knew the thugs were going to use at least 5, with probably a few more ready to jump in if the kid landed a few punches. This was what the world had become, this used to be a nice planet.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on May 10, 2016 20:11:52 GMT -8
The grizzled old Jedi noticed the new comer. He gave him a small nod and went to his drink. The kid would learn soon that there are some places you want to appear the strongest and roughest looking person in a crowd. There were other times when it was better just to seem like you can handle yourself. Speaking loud, even with your dress and arms can easily come across as a challenge to a crew of drunk spacers. Mir rubbed his beard, it hid a scar from the time he learned this lesson. There were a few of those types of people in the bar tonight, the question was if they were drunk enough to find out if they could beat up the baddest guy in the bar,
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on May 10, 2016 12:27:26 GMT -8
Like most worlds, the areas and cantinas that surrounded the spaceport were hot beds for the less desirable and rough and tumble elements of the galaxy's citizenry. While Corellia took in more of these smugglers, the reputation of the system extended to the others as well. All of this was ok with the old Jedi. It was still home, even if he didn't really spend much time there growing up. It was one of the few places that was honest about what it was. It was a place for smart people that liked nice things, but were ready to punch someone that needed punching. It was a place that accepted the universe as is. The cynical old Jedi master could appreciate that. The dishonesty of the galaxy at large weighed on him more than all of the other battles and horrors he had dealt with in his long life in service to justice, or whatever it was he was supposed to be fighting for. He sat in a dim cantina, full of spacers, smugglers, bounty hunters, and its share of mercs, sipping a Corellian Ale. His lightsaber hung on his hip. Basic in design, a mix of chrome, black, and bronze, concealing a silvery green crystal. Having an exposed weapon was par for the course here in this establishment. Around him there was hustle and bustle, egos ready to be goaded and too munch drink had been consumed. It was a place where a cynic could feel at ease, it was a place with nothing to hide.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on May 5, 2016 17:14:33 GMT -8
He is an old warrior. He tries to stay light and he is a Jedi to be sure, but he has an large body count and he is not afraid of using force to get his needs
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on May 4, 2016 22:02:46 GMT -8
<<<< My jedi. I havent done much with him yet. But basicly he is a grizzeled old Jedi vet. Not as good physicaly as he once was, but still good. Very smart and still powerful with the Force. I have been just looking for something for him to do.
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