I glanced over and put my hands above my head slowly. Before me stood a mandalorian with complete armor, armor that used to be used by the Death Watch and is currently used by bounty hunters. The armor was blood red with black trim. As I suspected, there WAS a blaster being aimed at my head. “Don’t make me ask a second time buddy.” the mandalorian stated. I (along with the other customers in the building) looked pretty shady with my robes hood on. “I’m just an offworlder looking for a decent place to sit down and have a drink, I’ve heard this place is good if you're smart and keep out of everybody's business” I said to the mandalorian. “May I take off my hood, I’d prefer to look a man in the eyes when I speak to him.” I asked. The mandalorian nodded in reply. I slid my hood off my head and brushed my hair to the side a bit. He looked about 5’8 and gave the feeling of an experienced bounty hunter. I could take care of him if I had to but I’d prefer to be civil now that I’ve defected from the sith. “Well...this is my booth, you only get this one chance to get away alive.” The mandalorian said. “Can I buy you a drink in compensation of causing all this trouble?” I asked. The hunter hesitated for a moment but sat down carefully. “As long as you can keep your hands above the table, I don’t see why not.” the hunter replied. “What’s your name, kid?” He asked. I introduced myself and explained how I defected from the sith but I refused to let this guy know how powerful I am...for now. “So you're an apprentice from the sith that didn’t want to be a sith?” He asked. I nodded in reply to clarify.
“So how about you my friend, what is your name?” I asked. “My name is Nataeus and I’m a mandalorian who snuck off with this armor years and years ago.” Nataeus replied. As a promiscuously dressed waitress approached the table, Nataeus removed his helmet. He had short reddish hair, a trimmed beard, and a scar across his face that looked to be claw marks. He stared at me with his cold and serious blue eyes. “Its a bit disappointing that you’re only an apprentice, I need help with something that can only be taken care of by people such as yourself.” Nataeus said. “Oh yeah, and whats that?” I asked. Nataeus reached under the table where his jetpack layed and pulled something off of it. He showed it to me and it was a lightsaber of jedi design. It looked to be a single-bladed weapon with what looked to be dual phase potential, which were rather rare. “Oh, so you need to learn how to use one of those?” I asked. He nodded silently and put the lightsaber back on his jetpack. “Well if you stick with me I ca-...” I began to say but stopped mid sentence. I sensed a disturbance in the Force yet again. The waitress arrived and asked what we wanted. I looked up and saw that she was a blue skinned twi’lek; Probably a slave. We ordered our drinks and she left us to retrieve our orders. I looked towards the doorway of the cantina and saw a rodian with green skin and a blaster on his side. I examined the blaster and its safety was off. He was planning to shoot somebody. The rodian came and sat next to Nataeus and spoke quietly in galactic basic.
“I want that lightsaber and I want it now.” He said. I sensed Nataeus getting nervous which was also probably a signal that he had that blaster pointed at his gut. The rodian was intensely focused on Nataeus. The almost middle aged man sat with a straight face, showing no signs of fear. “What lightsaber would you be talking about?” He asked. I used the Force to mask my presence in hopes that the rodian wouldn’t notice my movement. I slid my dominant hand (the right one) under the table. I reached out with the Force and plucked the blaster right out of his hand. The rodian looked over at me in fear as I pointed the blaster casually at his head. “Now now, why can’t we be civil about this and talk about whatever it is you want over a drink.; how does that sound?” I asked as politely as one could while pointing a blaster at somebodies head at point blank range. The rodian nodded and put his hands on the table. the twi’lek waitress returned and set the drinks on our table. She must have noticed the situation because there was an extra drink on our table for our rodian friend. “Thank you miss, will we be having to pay for this extra that we didn’t order?” I said without looking away. the twi’lek shrugged and her lekku (the head tails that twi’lek have) twitched a bit in a corresponding manner.
