KotOR Snippets

The man who stepped around the divider was monochrome. Pale skin, dark gray eyes, hair only a few shades lighter. He was all the colors of hull plating and looked about as yielding. The weapon in his hand was business-like, pointed midway between the swoopers. It also had to weigh a ton, and he supported it one handed. The sleeveless red shirt- bright, shocking arterial red- and black vest only brought attention to the Mandalorian clan tattoo on his shoulder.

The punks moved their hands back away from their weapons; slowly, very slowly.

"There a problem here?" The voice was just as it ought to be, deep, gravelly, rich in contempt.

"Nope. In fact, Mr. Ordo, these young beings were just on their way to deliver the message, right?" The stoolie looked at the swoopers, who nodded eagerly. She couldn't say she blamed 'em.

"Pity." The Mandalorian- Ordo- did a slow scan of the punks, then a longer one of Carth and herself, standing in the shadows a good 50 yards away. He certainly seemed to have no problems picking them out. Then, seemingly disgusted, he spat in the dust at the punks' feet, slung his weapon down and safe, and sauntered through the cantina hatch behind them.

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Same as the first- random thoughts.