Dystopian wasteland. That were some of the things she heard people mutter about the planet.
"Dirt. One of the lowest of the lows." The man muttered. Slowly peering below the brim of her hat, the girl glanced at the man quickly.
The lights were dimmed and the band played softly in the corner of the cantina. The bar was relatively empty, except for the man sitting a few seats from her.
"Funny to think that some species actually survive there." The bartender spoke as he slid the man another drink.
"Pathetic." The man spat as he sipped his drink. The girl slowly stood from her seat and made her way to the door. Her belt jingled with every step she took and her boots clicked against the wooden floors.
She felt the man's eyes on her as she brushed past him. She flinched as a grip on her arm stopped her from moving as she turned to the man. "What's going on with you sweets." The man chuckled deeply, his breath reeking of alcohol.
The girl ripped her arm away from the man, kicking one of the stools out from under his foot, taking a seat for herself.
"Norman Drokke... I've heard a lot about you my friend." The girl tipped her head forward, taking his drink and finishing it.
"And what have you heard about me." Norman spoke dryly as his lips pinched into a smile. The girl smiled back, her crystal like eyes piercing his, "There's a bounty on your head. 200 Imperial Credits. Dead or alive."
The man froze, his smile dropping. "So thats what this is about? My head for some Imperial payment, eh?"
The girl slowly leaned back in her seat pinching the brim of her hat in between her fingers.
Scowling, he quickly unholstered his blaster, pointing it directly at the girl. "Do the credits some how light a fire under your ass to have me killed or am I dreaming?" Norman chuckled.
The girl turned to the man before leaning into him scowling. "You must be dreaming my friend." She spat.
Before he could react, the girl clutched the barrel of the blaster, swinging her leg up and connecting the bottom of her boot to the man's chest, sending him backwards into the wooden floor.
The girl slowly stood from her seat, standing over Norman who struggled to regain his breath. Placing the tip of the blaster between the man's eyes the girl flared her nostrils as her finger twitched around the trigger.
"Who are you.." He asked shakily, his eyes glossing over.
The girl chuckled. "You best have a good explanation as to why you have no idea who I am."
The man paused before sputtering nonsense. "I have a family, I have kids, I have to be there for them- please. Spare me." Tears started to brim the man's eyes as he brought his hands up in defense.
"I'll tell you what." The girl muttered as she gripped the collar of the man's shirt in her fist and brought his face close.
"I'll spare your kids from being raised by a piece of scum like you."
As the man's eyes grew wide and his lips parted to protest, the blaster soon went off into his skull.
The band had stopped playing and the bartender was shaking underneath the counter, tail tucked between his legs.
Huffing, the girl stood above Norman's dead body, slapping the blaster onto the bar and making her way out of the cantina.
"Wait!"
Turning her gaze to back behind the bar, the girl stopped in front of the metal door.
"What is your name?" The bartender asked still quivering.
The girl simply tipped her hat forward, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a silver coin. She tossed it towards the bartender who fortunately caught it and made her way through the sliding metal doors.
The bartender furrowed his brows gazing at the coin in between his fingers quickly flipping it over to find something engraved on the coin.
"Jedha Slaydier"
