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Yractos
Feb 27, 2013 11:03:23 GMT -8
Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 11:03:23 GMT -8
*Yractos was the capital city of the planet Gyndine.*
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Jul 16, 2013 11:44:24 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2013 11:44:24 GMT -8
Another brushfire war, another year's wages. The conflict on Gyndine had been short, brutal, and had utterly devastated the provinces that had rebelled. But now that was over, and Gulliver was just another out of work mercenary waiting to hire a ship. The young human had seen a lot of war in his life. Ever since he was 16, his world had been one of gunfire and smoke and blood. Some beings would have gone mad; he wouldn't know what to do with anything else.
His sole vice, the one thing that he indulged in when it all became too much, was alcohol. He didn't smoke, didn't gamble, didn't womanize. It was a solitary life, but he liked it that way. At 25 years old, he had more than enough pay set aside to live comfortably for the rest of his life on a small planet in the rim. He'd contemplated starting a farm, and appreciated the irony in it. "Buying the farm" was soldier slang for getting killed. He reckoned that in doing so, he'd feel more alive than he ever had. But now wasn't the time. Another few years of playing the odds and he'd be ready for the quiet life. Another few years of dodging death and dealing it in equal measure. He was in his prime, and to quit now would be a disservice to all the others resting in early graves.
With such thoughts on his mind, one could probably see why Gulliver was drinking alone, tucked up at the bar with only a cold beer for company. The observant would note that while his consumption was steady, it was slow enough that his reflexes and judgment weren't overly impaired. He kept a close eye on the other patrons, ready to duck for cover if necessary. One of the earliest lessons he had learned was never to take a round from another man's fight.
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Yractos
Jul 18, 2013 3:15:30 GMT -8
Post by Arn Hart on Jul 18, 2013 3:15:30 GMT -8
Gravicus Hart was not so steady on his consumption of ale. His reflexes and judgement were monumentally impaired, making his smoking, gambling, and especially his womanising all the more enjoyable. Ever since he and his brother became free men, Grav made it a mission to make up for a life of servitude by rocking out and partying hard.
He stumbled a little on his way out of the gents, and then stepped up to the bar, next to a very attractive young lady. “Hey, baby. Buy me a drink, and I might just let you take me home.” The slap of her hand across his face left an imprint, but he didn’t mind. He just took a good long look at her from behind as she stormed off in disgust, and then ordered his own drink.
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Yractos
Aug 15, 2013 19:43:11 GMT -8
Post by Clark Quantrill on Aug 15, 2013 19:43:11 GMT -8
Clark Quantrill had lived a hard life even for a Morellian, but at 170 years old he was still in it's prime. He had been an Enforcer for the Commonwealth in his younger years, later he fought for the rebellion, he'd found love only to have it violently ripped away and now he was but a shell of a man. Drowning himself in whiskey and killing his lungs with tobacco. He didn't pay much attention to whores, they only made him feel like he was cheating on his dead wife. The strippers were another issue of course. Between the shrapnel in his hip and the all the combat implants he had enough metal in his body to build a small spacecraft. He was estranged from his family after being cast out from the Enforcers. His lately had been lacking, you would think a good merc could find work easy but with his unpredictability no reputable faction would hire him. He could still shoot the wings off a gnat though. He watch with amusement as a large Twi'lek got bitch slapped across the face. Chuckled a little as he put down another shot.
"You know thats not really the best way to go about it friend!" he blurted without thinking, it didn't matter he enough booze in him he felt pretty invincible at the moment. Maybe he had a death wish, maybe he was just in the mood for scuffle. He didn't know.
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Yractos
Aug 15, 2013 20:56:04 GMT -8
Post by Urdak Monn on Aug 15, 2013 20:56:04 GMT -8
I was glad today I had decided to wear a cloak over me. To conceal my body from the public, I even tucked my tail up against my back to hide any signs. And other then the few curious glances, most people left me alone. Though there glances were probably more due to Kyst following at my side, my faithful friend since I left home years before. Kyst was a wolf, much like myself. Yet he had not evolved Like me. But between us, we were as much brothers and anyone. We had come to respect one another, and rely on each other. Now he followed me where ever I went. Today we were headed to get a Drink, and see if we could hear any news on work. I had heard of a pub that I could possibly find some good leads, on a crew to work for.
As I entered I noticed the pub was quite crowded and I was immediately getting eyes directed towards me due to my company I could not help but smile as I made my way to a corner booth, and sat down. Kyst hoping up into the booth and laying down besides me. We were only alone for a few minutes when a waitress made her way to us. She smiled, but I could see her nervousness. Ordering an ale, I told her to ask the owner if he had any heads on clients that need mercenary work done for them. When she stood there looking at me I reached into my pocket pulling forth quite a few credits more then what a night of drinking would cost, and handed them to her. Money made people do things, and tonight I needed information and was willing to pay for it.
Nodding she left us alone to go fetch me my drink and the information I wanted. Eyeing the crowd I watch those who were gambling, and those who were watching the pod races via the holonet. Worse came to worse there, were a few credit pouch's that could be cut tonight. I was not against making money how ever I need to. Shortly the waitress came back baring my drink and a scared look on her face.
Waitress- Sir I talked to the owner like u asked, but he said before he would do anykind of business with you...You're....You're...
Spit it out already women.
Waitress- He said you're scrounge mut had to leave his establishment. She spit the words out as fast as she could, then took a few steps backwards
I stepped upwards quickly, much quicker then the Waitress had expected and grabbed the waitress by her dress. With my free hand I grabbed the hood of my cloak and removed it from my head revealing my face and the scowl I now had, my fangs baring at her.
And by which scrounge mut does he refer, surely not me or my companion.
I released her with a growl, watching as she fled to the back. Where no doubt her boss was. I now had plenty of eyes watching me, and when I turned towards them with blue eyes and a snarl they all turned there attention back to there own stuff. These people and they superiority to us, no wonder my kind would rather stay to themselves. We are better off without them. I returned to my seat and looked at Kyst who had raised his head watching what had transpired, wondering if he had to act. I merely growled at him, and with understand he laid his head back down.
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Aug 15, 2013 21:19:13 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 21:19:13 GMT -8
Mirania drew her cloak around her as she walked through the streets, feeling a bit drained from the day's work. No matter where she went, there was always need for a healer, and some wounds were more difficult than others. She needed a break, and a drink, and fortunately for her, there was a pub nearby.
The Mirakula woman entered the pub, and was unsurprised to see how crowded it was. Undeterred, she made her way to the bar and took a seat on the only free stool, signaling the barkeep as she did.
"Need a drink over here!"
She turned around as a drink was prepared, noticing a rather large and bulky human making his way over, and she could smell the alcohol on his breath from here. She didn't need to tell the future to know where this was inevitably leading.
"Hey baby...*hic*...come here often?"Mirania groaned inwardly and tried to ignore him, but the drunk man stumbled forwards, attempting to grab her shoulder."Come on! *hic*She wrenched herself out of his grasp and tripped him up, not exactly a difficult feat considering how drunk the man was, and he crashed to the floor and didn't get up. She sighed heavily and sat back down while one of the bouncers dragged him away. Taking her drink in hand, she downed it quickly, not caring how strong it was.
"Just some peace and quiet...that's all I ask..."
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Yractos
Aug 15, 2013 21:34:47 GMT -8
Post by Urdak Monn on Aug 15, 2013 21:34:47 GMT -8
I heard the sound of what seemed like a simple pick up line, but what really caught my attention was the sound of a large thud moments later. I gazed sideways to seem what the commotion was, and it seemed as if another dunk had fallen over. But the truth was learned mere seconds later when I heard the phrase "all I ask." When I noticed who the voice came from, I saw a very short women. Much smaller then his females. No wonder it was a trip, she barely looked like she could do much more then that. Though I had to give her some props for dealing with the man, with such subtlety. When a different waitress appeared with my drink, she announced the owner would speak with me shortly. I told her thank you, and also that the very short women in the corners drinks were on me. For some reason I felt like her incident deserved a reward.
I went to drinking my ale as I watched the server take another drink over the women. I could over hear her telling her that the drink had come from the wolf looking thing with some mild disgust and pointing towards me. Should have known that was coming, every where he went people looked down upon him. Except those with deep pockets, they understood his skills and need. A beast was a handy thing to have on their pay-role.
Looking towards Kyst I laid a hand on his head scratching him with my claws, he let out a small wimper letting me know he enjoyed it. With my free hand I took a long swing from my ale.
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Aug 15, 2013 21:37:54 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 21:37:54 GMT -8
Well now this was a lively bunch. If looks could kill, Foyle would have mowed down half the occupants of the bar already. Between the wolf-man-thing, the big man trying to hook up with anything that might have a pulse and a warm hole, the drunkard who looked to be ready to start a brawl with him, and the Mirakula who seemed to start trouble just by being there, the merc just knew something was going to go down eventually.
Which was fine, of course. As long as he didn't get dragged into some other asshole's barfight, the night was still salvageable. The beer was good, at least. Still, his left hand would drift below the counter from time to time, checking the safety on the big pistol tucked into a crossdraw holster on his left hip. Probably wouldn't be necessary, but only a fool would bet his life on a probably if there was another option available.
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Aug 15, 2013 21:58:32 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 21:58:32 GMT -8
Mirania looked up as a waitress appeared, drink in hand, and informed her that it was courtesy of the beat sitting in the corner. At first, the Mirakula woman thought it was a joke but when she looked over, there was a massive wolf-like man sitting in one of the corner booths. Maybe it was when she tripped that idiot drunk, but then again, a baby could have tripped him. Hardly something worth a drink over, not that she would complain about getting free booze. She downed this drink as well before getting up and walking over to the corner booth where this giant wolf-man was sitting.
She stopped a few feet from where he was sitting, and she also noticed his companion, who looked like an actual wolf. How appropriate."Hey, thanks for the drink. What was the occasion?"
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Yractos
Aug 15, 2013 22:27:44 GMT -8
Post by Clark Quantrill on Aug 15, 2013 22:27:44 GMT -8
Clark had been watching the exchange between the Mirakula woman and the big drunk, when he saw the man lay a hand on her he was about to get off his stool and break his fingers. It was possibly Clark's only redeeming quality, his respect for women, well most women. When he saw that she was able to handle things herself he relaxed back into his drunken haze. She was fine looking catch though. Never mind it, he said to himself, a young thing like that wouldn't have interest in an old scoundrel like himself, besides it looked as though the dog was already marking his territory.
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Yractos
Aug 16, 2013 13:53:38 GMT -8
Post by Urdak Monn on Aug 16, 2013 13:53:38 GMT -8
It would seem as if the little incident had drawn more then just my attention. With a sniff I could almost smell the hostility from some of the patrons here. I took my right paw off Kyst head and slid it slowly to the slugthrower on my right thigh. I did not trust any of these people. And now here stood the little girl not far from my table gazing at my companion and back to me. When she spoke I looked up into her face noticing that her eyes were covered. An odd sight to see, and even more curious as to how she could move about a crowded place and have handled the gentlemen before hand. I motioned for her to take a seat while downing the rest of my ale. And waiving another waitress over for a refill.
No occasion what so ever, just thought u might enjoy a drink after that incident. It seems you drew much more then just my attention to that incident. Besides though, I have to ask you. How does one move so freely and deal as you do, when it appears you do not use you're eyes. You are not a beast, so smell and hearing does no seem the answer.
I drew the slugthrower from my thigh holster and brought it towards my left, gripping it with my other hand. Raising my left hand I rested in on the table on top of the gun my paw poised over it with my index clawed finger tapping just on the side of the barrel by the trigger. It was pointed towards the crowd.
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Yractos
Aug 16, 2013 13:58:57 GMT -8
Post by Urdak Monn on Aug 16, 2013 13:58:57 GMT -8
It would seem as if the little incident had drawn more then just my attention. With a sniff I could almost smell the hostility from some of the patrons here. I took my right paw off Kyst head and slid it slowly to the slugthrower on my right thigh, after noticing another man reach for his weapon. I noticed it almost immediately. In places like this, one should always keep there eye on everyone else. Things go from good to, bad in a blink of an eye. And with my keen sight there was little I missed when I knew what to look for. I did not trust any of these people. And now here stood the little girl not far from my table gazing at my companion and back to me. When she spoke I looked up into her face noticing that her eyes were covered. An odd sight to see, and even more curious as to how she could move about a crowded place and have handled the gentlemen before hand. I motioned for her to take a seat while downing the rest of my ale. And waiving another waitress over for a refill.No occasion what so ever, just thought u might enjoy a drink after that incident. It seems you drew much more then just my attention to that incident. Besides though, I have to ask you. How does one move so freely and deal as you do, when it appears you do not use you're eyes. You are not a beast, so smell and hearing does no seem the answer. I drew the slugthrower from my thigh holster and brought it towards my left, gripping it with my other hand. Raising my left hand I rested in on the table on top of the gun my paw poised over it with my index clawed finger tapping just on the side of the barrel by the trigger. It was pointed towards the crowd. |
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Aug 16, 2013 14:30:47 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 14:30:47 GMT -8
Gulliver saw the canine looking thingie pull out a pistol and set it on the table. He didn't know why, but he did know that things were going to escalate quickly. If someone in the crowd spotted the weapon, things would start off ugly and make their way to horrific in short order. The big merc decided to be proactive, relying on the possibility that the guy would have an excellent sense of hearing. Most canine species did, be they humanoid or the more primitive quadruped variety.
"Put the gun away mutt," he muttered into his beer glass. Foyle knew from experience that his deep voice could be picked out underneath the higher-pitched background chatter by an astute listener. It was one of the reasons he preferred to use sign language when stealth was required. "Last thing we need is a riot."
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Aug 16, 2013 16:42:21 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 16:42:21 GMT -8
Mirania didn't see what was so impressive about that encounter, as that man had been so drunk that if she had waited just a few more minutes, he might have saved her trouble of tripping him and just passed out himself. Hardly something worth a reward, though again, she wasn't complaining about the free booze."Please. I almost didn't have to do anything."
She pursed her lips as he inquired about her blinded eyes, though as a Mirakula, she didn't actually have eyes. She found it a bit hard to believe that he had never heard of the Miraluka before, but she tried to keep from sounding snide or stuck up as she replied. No need to make a bad impression with a large wolf man with a big gun."Never seen a Miraluka before? We don't have eyes. Not really."The Miraluka woman crossed her arms as her attention turned to the gun on the table, and she didn't need any extra senses to know that this place was getting tense. There was going to be a fight if things didn't deescalate quickly. Maybe it would be best to leave...
She uncrossed her arms slowly, thinking she would try to leave before this powder keg exploded."Tell you what. Why don't we chat outside? Lemme pay for my other drink and we can talk if you want."
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Aug 16, 2013 17:31:12 GMT -8
Post by Urdak Monn on Aug 16, 2013 17:31:12 GMT -8
No never before, but then again it was not tell the last year I left my homeworld. And being a mechanic for higher has not placed me in to many places to explore.
I raised my right hand scratching at my chin with my claws. Mir....Miral....Miraluka. Hmmm never before I have heard of. And he was even more confused. We don't have eyes. Not.. Really. Did she mean she had other visual orifices I didn't know about. Or was she mental. I couldn't tell. But now she was asking us to leave. And the prospect of asking more questions about her species seemed intriguing. I could return for my answers later. I nodded to her and slid out of the booth and standing onto my hind legs. I removed my cloak from around my body, revealing my silverfish blue fur, and tail. He now stood almost 2.1 Meters tall, Almost dwarfing her compared to him. He holster his pistol and with in handed speed he snatched up the mug that contained his drink.
Lead the way, Though do explain how you...Don't have eyes...Not really.
As the short women lead me towards the exit Kyst got up and followed after me. As we approached one table near the exit, I let out a deep rumbling growl, clenching my right hand tighter. Dropping the cloak I held in my right hand, I spun quickly throwing the mug at the back of the mans neck, just where the mug would inpact on lower neck and shoulder line. And then turned back to walking away muttering two word in almost a snap.
Filthy Species!!!!!
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Aug 16, 2013 18:15:33 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 18:15:33 GMT -8
Mirania stepped back when the wolflike man stood up, and she really had to look up, as he towered over her. Of course, she wasn't very tall herself and that made her someone who was easily towered over. It wasn't that big a deal usually, but rarely had she ever seen someone who was this towering. No wonder everyone else was so on edge with someone this big hanging around. They definitely needed to get out of here before the situation escalated.
Taking a few seconds to drop some credits on the table for her drink, the Miraluka woman walked with the very large canine man out of the pub and into the streets. "All right then...glad to be out of there..." She sighed and started slowly down the street. "So...mechanic for hire, huh?"
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Yractos
Aug 17, 2013 7:04:13 GMT -8
Post by Clark Quantrill on Aug 17, 2013 7:04:13 GMT -8
Clark let a small sigh of relief as the dog left, not that he was worried. A .48 caliber slug was enough to bring down a small rancor, he knew, he'd done it.
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Aug 17, 2013 11:50:07 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2013 11:50:07 GMT -8
See, now that's why you stay relatively sober. Had he drank nearly as much as he had wanted to, Gulliver would have never been able to react in time. As the mug came flying at him, he lashed out with his left hand, knocking the mug off course and harmlessly into the wall. Fortunately for everyone, this establishment was especially cheap. Most of the glasses and mugs were made of a dense plastic to designed to simulate the real deal. It hit the wall and bounced off harmlessly. The merc's hand was fine, thanks to the kevlar-reinforced knuckles on his gloves.
The move took some timing, yes, and decent reflexes, but it must be noted that Foyle is not a Force user. He had just spent way too much time in bars to not pick up a trick or two when it comes to things being hurled at his head. Well, crisis avoided, back to the drink. With the departure of the canine thingie, the tension dialed down considerably. This should have bothered Gulliver, as he really didn't give a damn about species and didn't care for folks who did. He'd use whatever epithet it took to get someone's attention, but at the end of the day, he'd been shot at by just about every being that could hold a gun, and he'd given as good as he got. No room for taking things personally in his line of work.
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Aug 17, 2013 13:42:31 GMT -8
Post by Urdak Monn on Aug 17, 2013 13:42:31 GMT -8
I heard the clatter of the mug off a wall, but heard no footsteps fallowing them. This was a good sign, as today would be a bad day for someone to die. But he had to react when calling a mutt. No matter how small the reaction was. Though part of me still felt like ripping the throat of his open. But now that they were outside in the open I took a deep breath trying to calm myself. Turning my attention back to the Mirulaka. It did indeed feel better to me outside..
yes it is, and Yes a Mechanic. For the last year since I've left my home world I have sold my services as Mechanic, and tracker. It seemed and easy way off the planet, and back when the empire was the leading faction my people were used quite often.. How is it you see small one?
Ahh the good old days when people had more respect my people. But since then are people have once again become isolationists. At times It was bothersome how they never wanted to leave Uvena. Much of are technology was the same, though few smaller factions or city's on the planet were less then advance as others. We got most of it from the rare few traders that came to are system, but most was from those select few who had bothered to travers the universe and brought it back with them. Still loyal to us and wanting us to stay updated./color]
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Aug 17, 2013 15:36:19 GMT -8
Post by Saubio Calway on Aug 17, 2013 15:36:19 GMT -8
It had been awhile since Bravassa had gotten his last job. He had come to the Expansion region and to Gyndine specifically in search of a conflict for his services to be used. But it seemed he had ran out of luck this time as by the time word had arrived to him about a conflict in the Expansion region the conflict was already nearing an end, no matter how quick he may have mobilised to come to place it seemed he had missed the conflict by awhile. Short conflicts like this always proved to be a mercenaries downfall, spending credits and taking time to come out to these conflicts was a fools errand as any good quality mercenary would know. It was the longer wars that paid more, and even private contracts proved to be more effective than these. Bravassa was already down to wearing rags as the credit flow stopped and things needed to be sold off to afford the meals he required to keep his body functioning. Even some of his technological treasures had to be pawned off much to the Ubesian's dismay. Though this was a tough time for him it wasn't an existence he wasn't accustomed too. After all Bravassa had spent his younger years on his home planet of Uba IV, a planet so irradiated and decimated that to most it would've seemed like a hellish plane in its own right. Glancing around at his surroundings he found himself wondering what it would've been like to have lived on a planet such as this, a planet with air that a species could breath in and an environment that wasn't so irradiated that it was deemed unfit to hold actual life.
Walking through Gydine's capital city of Yractos, Bravassa attempted to find some sort of lead on where he could find his next contract. As it was he was debating resorting to small time thug work for awhile just to make himself enough credits to make it till the end of the month. It was well walking through the city of Yractos that he brushed past someone that caught the masked Ubesian's eye. A small woman and a fairly large wolf-man walking in the opposite direction through the streets. Bravassa was certain they hadn't noticed him move past as he glanced back at them and stopped immediately after getting a good look at the back of the wolf-man. Bravassa recognized the creature walking away from him, not his species of course but the specific wolf-man that walked alongside the small woman. Bravassa held, to some degree, the xenophobic ideals of his people despite having left Uba IV in his teen years and spent so much time around the other creatures that inhabited the many planets he travelled between. To him all species were nothing more then non-Ubese. There was no need to learn their names nor their culture. Some were reptile-men, some were bug looking creatures, some were plump and sluggish, well others were pink and fleshy but in the end that's all he would ever bother to learn about them. Most were forgettable to Bravassa but this one was recognizable to him, partially because he was a fellow mercenary and partially because of his wolf-like appearance. This wolf-man was one of those unique species that Bravassa didn't see often in his travels, one that he had in fact never seen before or after the last contract the two mercenaries had worked on together. Though the two weren't even close to being friends Bravassa followed him for a moment until he was close enough to speak to him, the Ubesian could not yell so he got close enough to the wolf-man and the younger girl that the voice amplifier inside his helmet would allow him to be heard. His voice had a robotic sound to it because of the breathing mask he had on his face and the amplifier he required to be heard.
I thought I may have smelled wet dog a block back. I thought it was just coming from one of the pink fleshy creatures hounds but I didn't expect it to be coming from you wolf-man.
Bravassa grinned under his mask now. He knew how to get the wolf-man's attention after all, the canine was quick to anger and fairly easy to set off. The two had worked alongside each other a few months back in a fairly well paying assassination contract out in the Inner Rim. The wolf-man had proven very useful to Bravassa as his canine traits made him an excellent tracker to follow their prey with. If the wolf-man was here it meant he had probably come to the planet for the same reason he had and thus would also be looking for a new job to take on, Bravassa saw an opportunity to get himself some work for the month after all. If he could just get some information on a new contract this day wouldn't have proven to be a waste after all to Bravassa. In the hopes that he had least caught their attention enough to make them stop moving, Bravassa started to walk towards the petite woman and the wolf-man. Prepared for a fight just in case the wolf-man proved aggressive enough to require a blaster bolt to his snout. The Ubesian glanced between the petite woman and the wolf-man, curious to see how things would play out. Bravassa was no stranger to violence and even though he wasn't as physically overwhelming as the wolf-man would be he was certain that his skill with his tools would put him a step above both the overgrown hound and the petite woman.
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