Ankh-Morpork Guard
First Post
Cydarius:[sblock]As you spoke, the humanoid was watching you with a very piercing look. It almost seemed like he was looking into you rather than at you, and it was altogether unnerving...like the way the large cats would eye their prey before striking.
His calm, yet cold voice didn't help the image either, "Yes...work of that type on this planet usually only has three clients: The Rebellion, the Empire, or Jabba," he nodded very slightly beneath the hood, which didn't move at all, and then his tone changed very slightly, "Of the three, only Jabba really cares about new faces. He doesn't like it when someone comes in and gets in the way of...business. His interests and mine overlap in such a way that he pays quite well for what I see and learn. But you...in twenty standard years, you are the only one foolish enough to walk right up to me," a large, unsettling grin grew on the humanoid's features, "I admire that, human."[/sblock]
Everyone Else:[sblock]The Rodian seems to accept the help up to his feet, though his large, black eyes narrow a bit as he looks to Karr. He doesn't say anything, however, and also keeps his hands away from the holster at his hip. Instead, he just makes an odd wave of his hand and, with a high pitched, nasaly sounding grunt, turns and leaves the place.
Kyra watched the Rodian go with a careful eye, and finally lowers her blaster once he had left. By now, most of the rest of the patrons had gone back to their business and weren't paying anymore attention to the brief scene. Stepping over to Karr, Kyra sighs and motions to the door with a free hand, "Captain Tawr Korlan. Stationed at the local Imperial Garrison here in Mos Eisley. Army man, if you ask him...keeps some unsavoury company for a military man and this isn't the first time he's started something in here," she shook her head and said more quietly, probably talking to herself outloud, "Next time I'm shooting him before letting him in."[/sblock]
His calm, yet cold voice didn't help the image either, "Yes...work of that type on this planet usually only has three clients: The Rebellion, the Empire, or Jabba," he nodded very slightly beneath the hood, which didn't move at all, and then his tone changed very slightly, "Of the three, only Jabba really cares about new faces. He doesn't like it when someone comes in and gets in the way of...business. His interests and mine overlap in such a way that he pays quite well for what I see and learn. But you...in twenty standard years, you are the only one foolish enough to walk right up to me," a large, unsettling grin grew on the humanoid's features, "I admire that, human."[/sblock]
Everyone Else:[sblock]The Rodian seems to accept the help up to his feet, though his large, black eyes narrow a bit as he looks to Karr. He doesn't say anything, however, and also keeps his hands away from the holster at his hip. Instead, he just makes an odd wave of his hand and, with a high pitched, nasaly sounding grunt, turns and leaves the place.
Kyra watched the Rodian go with a careful eye, and finally lowers her blaster once he had left. By now, most of the rest of the patrons had gone back to their business and weren't paying anymore attention to the brief scene. Stepping over to Karr, Kyra sighs and motions to the door with a free hand, "Captain Tawr Korlan. Stationed at the local Imperial Garrison here in Mos Eisley. Army man, if you ask him...keeps some unsavoury company for a military man and this isn't the first time he's started something in here," she shook her head and said more quietly, probably talking to herself outloud, "Next time I'm shooting him before letting him in."[/sblock]