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Just Another Blue Milk Run - A Star Wars Legends RP (IC Thread)

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Geo:
Teth glared angrily at the imperial storm trooper in front of him. He had been trying to make his way to where his neighbour, Old Man Kleet (a retired Trandoshan mercenary nearing the end of his life), would sell his grain at his stall. But the short man in the white armour was saying all kinds of stuff that grated on the nerves of the already grumpy Talz and he had had enough of it.

With a flick of his wrist, and a shout of obscenities that A-2H did not translate for him, he sent the storm trooper flying across the market, before rounding on his accomplice and bashing him over the head. The first storm trooper went flying into Old Man Kleet's stall, sending his sacks of grain spilling all over the place. Angrily, the Trandoshan punched the storm trooper, sending him stumbling into a group of people. Fighting descended into the market. Shouts of imperial soldiers could be heard, trying to restore order, but the chaos of the melee and the sudden ripple of blaster fire distracted from that.

Teth picked up a large ceramic pot, and threw it at a storm trooper, the momentum of the throw spinning him around, causing him to accidentally bundle into a group of two humans that had taken a step back when the fighting broke out, glancing at them, A-2H translated his hurried apology, as the butt of a blaster slammed into his face.

Tytor:
«Talz = starting fight // Tien = be careful» Threebie whistled suddenly.  A split-second later, Tien heard a crash and turned just in time to see an Imp stormtrooper decked by the Trandoshan proprietor of the stall he seemed to have been knocked into by the force of the Talz's anger.

Nonplussed at the sudden outbreak of violence, Tien turned back to the vegetables he was trying to purchase.  "Sixty five credits for the lot, then?" he asked the Bothan seller, but he didn't get an immediate reply.  Right at that moment, a blaster bolt seared past Tien's head, and sent the merchant diving for cover.  Tien jumped and whirled around, drawing his own blaster from its holster, but the shooter was not obvious.

In fact, there seemed to be several shooters, none of whom were aiming at him.  Tien reholstered his blaster and turned once more to the vegetable stall.  He pulled out a credit chit and checked the balance on it.  Seventy five credits, which was ten more than the basket of vegetables he'd collected cost.  He glanced at the display, selected one more bushel of denta beans, and tossed the chit to the merchant.  "Keep the change," he said, and then started looking for a way back to the spaceport, preferably one that didn't involve wading through the brawl now occupying most of the market.  In retrospect, Tien decided he probably should have left the two orphans back on the ship, but it was just a little too late for that now.

Cool101jr:
When the fight broke out, Gareth quickly disappeared into the chaos, making his way around the edge of the market, watching the Talz, the Sullustan, and especially the Imperials. He knew how jumpy they could get when a fight broke and knew he didn't want to deal with an entire squad of pissed off stormtroopers. He rested his hand on his blaster and got near the Sullustan, eying the troopers and the kids, ready to step in if the fight got too close to them, but didn't present himself yet, know by the look the Sullustan had that he wasn't worried about what was happening.

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