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[thanateros]

DeSuto takes offense to being shoved and trails the human to the bar. "You owe me an apology," he snidely commands.

[Peregrine]

To Gueldiar:

Your conversation with Max is apparently enough to get the stormtroopers' attention. The pair standing by the cargo speeder walk over to you, rifles held ready but not aimed.

"This is a restricted area. Show your identification and state your purpose here."

ToDesuto:

The man turns around and looks at you for a moment. "Yeah, I guess I do... I shoulda shoved ya harder the first time!" As he says the second half, he corrects his mistake and shoves you back into the wall.

*Initiative roll: Desuto 21, Opponent 9*

[thanateros]

"I guess I shouldn't expect much in the way of tact from an inferior race of spaceport sludge, now it's my turn to push back," he draws his blaster pistol and fires.

[Peregrine]

To DeSuto:

The shove into the wall leaves you off balance a bit, and your shot misses, blowing a hole in floor next to him.

(Attack: 2 + 4 vs. AC 12)

As your opponent dodges to the side to get behind another patron, he draws his own pistol and fires back. The bolt hits you in the chest, but most of the energy is stopped by your armor. You feel the pain of a penetrating hit, but not serious injury.

(Attack: 19 + 2 vs AC 18, Damage: 3d6 -4 = 7)

[thanateros]

*fires again*

[Peregrine]

To DeSuto:

The human shield your opponent was using provides no challenge as you steady your aim and put a blaster bolt through his heart. He collapses to the floor, unconscious and fatally wounded.

At a couple of the closer tables, you see money change hands, but other than that, the crowd pays no attention to the fight.

(Attack: 23 vs AC 16, Damage: 3d6 = 12)

[thanateros]

DeSuto, not suprised at the reaction of the crowd figures at least for now he won't be bothered. He acknowledges the now saved hostage as he reholsters his blaster. He sqauts down puts another hole in the thug just to be sure; he examines the wretch for any clips, money, personal items, just about anything that could prove useful.

"You shouldn't let people like him take advantage of you so easily; you don't look like you belong here...so what are you doing here?" he inquires.

[Peregrine]

To DeSuto:

The former human shield looks away from the spots of blood he is trying hopelessly to remove from his jacket.

"I don't owe you a thing, alien scum. Go bother one of your own kind."

Without waiting for a reply, he turns his back to you and resumes cleaning.

Your search of the body produces the following:

Blaster pistol (unfamiliar model, but typical looking)
4x spare power packs
147 credits
Identification as an "independent pilot", obviously fake
Burned and bloody flight suit
Datapad

[thanateros]

DeSuto searches over the cleaning human for any obvious pockets where he could easily slip a small object into.

He makes a mental note of the information provided on the fake ID and the location of the cantina.

Worthless human scum, he thinks.

DeSuto grabs the dead human and attempts to carry him over his shoulders out of the cantina (strength check). Once out he goes in search of the closest imperial guard.

[Kethruch]

"Gueldiar, pilot." He says, producing his identification. "Currently between jobs and looking for a ride. Thought I might catch on with the ship that came in, but obviously not. Max - display information again on incoming ships I asked you about...."