Post by Dutch on Jan 16, 2010 17:47:01 GMT -5
Name: Ruck Vierde
Race: Gar Naal
Age: 33
Height:7’7”
Weight: 240 lbs
Birth place: Luch’zoen Oorlog
Appearance:
Ruck is a hair taller than most Ruw. He has two antennae and bright blue eyes. His shell is a mottled mixture of tan and dark green with several notable scorch marks and scars. Physically he is an impressive specimen of his subspecies with large strong legs and arms as well as a very thick shell. Clothing wise he wears a torso harness that works as a holster for his various weapons and a bandoleer that holds the various grenade types he carries.
He moves with jerky, unpredictable movements, often randomly snatching an item or throwing it. Ruck almost never stands still, his natural curiosity and energy has him moving constantly, even when sleeping. A common site for him is to be either cleaning and inspecting his weapons, or chewing on something random, sometimes even garbage.
Personality: Ruck is simple minded, even for a Ruw. His behavior can best be described as a prepubescent child, easily distracted and entertained. Ruck is a bit of a flirt, in his own way. Like a child fascinated by pretty women, attractive females tend to make him act odd, such as strutting or bringing them shiny things. Ruck has an odd fascination with anything rubber, he will chew and gnaw on a piece for hours at a time before finally just eating it. He gets easily attached to items and people, making anywhere he lives a bit of a clutter, but this also makes him a very loyal ally and good friend.
In combat Ruck is fierce and powerful, using a combination of both his deadly arsenal and Fik’sbeen- the Gar Naal martial arts. He is a berserker of sorts in battle, the more hurt he gets, the angrier he gets, the more of a threat he becomes. Ruck is difficult to calm down when he starts to get mad, only a good friend usually is able to get him to chill. And when he doesn’t chill, chests are likely to be caved in by a well aimed punt.
Profession: Mercenary/Fringer
Skills:
Fik’sbeen Training
Gar Naal Weapons Master
Semi-Fluent in Basic
Equipment:
1x Davere
1x Vuur
1x Min’karig
1x Aanre
1x Aanko
1x Raivere
3x Incendiary Grenades
3x Thermal Detonators
3x Plasma Grenades
3x Cryoban Grenades
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment:+1
Ship Name:N/A
Bio:
Fortunate Son: Birth- 15
Ruck Vierde was born over thirty years ago to Ril and Huno Vierde. He was the only son out of his whole clutch, and praised even higher for he was born naturally quite large even for his people. His family was highly regarded among the Gar Naal, as Ruck was a direct descended to one of the Ancestors, the very one who created his people’s fighting style- the Ancestor Vier’De.
Because of this, his destiny was already made at birth. All male Vierde were automatically enlisted into the Gar Naal military, the elders of their Luch’Zoen always hoped for a potential Paragon to be among their ranks. However, from an early age, Ruck proved to be no Paragon. He would constantly mess things up in his teachings, if he was even paying attention. Ruck would get into fights with other Ruw quite regularly, he wasn’t a bully, but he didn’t take anything from anyone.
As he got older he started to become more and more infatuated with the other sex, the Gar would just sit and stare blankly at females. Most of the time this was responded by a kick to the head or an angry parent showing up at his family’s shack, which they didn’t take kindly to. Tired of Ruck’s shenanigans, his family requested that he start his training as a soldier for their Luch’zoen, and at 12 Ruck was removed from his home in the civilian levels, and placed in the military floor.
He finally found someplace where his energy could be spent. His superiors decided his rowdy behavior from before was from a simple over abundance of energy, and something they put to good use. Ruck wouldn’t cause anymore trouble because his instructors had him training almost constantly. Each night Ruck would pass out in his bunk, but even while sleeping, his antennae would constantly move.
Ruck followed orders well, and graduated with several others not long after his fifteenth birthday. He was put on security detail in the bowels of his Luch’Zoen. That way Ruck still was able to keep himself active with trying to keep order within the slums. But this was still a bit boring for the Gar, Ruck felt as if he needed more excitement. Little did he know, but this excitement would be given.
His family requested that Ruck be removed all together from the Luch’zoen- their influence as Vierde got the wheels to turn. They didn’t tell anyone the reason they were adamant that Ruck was to be removed, as they saw him as an embarrassment to the Vierde name. They prided themselves on being more intelligent Ruw- and Ruck was far from intelligent. So he was chosen to act as security personnel for one of the exploration vessels that were destined for the rims of populated space. Their route would take them near the Mustafar system.
The Traverse: 16-25
The ship left early one morning to start the mission. There were rumors of habitable, empty worlds and moons in their direction, and the crew was excited at the thought of being the ones to find a world for their people. Ruck didn’t quite share their enthusiasm. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, the ship just happened to have an item that when chewed on caused an odd tingling sensation. When he wasn’t working on his weapons to keep them in top shape, the soldier would pester the crew- though not on purpose.
A year passed by the time the ship arrived in the Mustafar system, and to their surprise, they were not alone. The ship they traveled in was large, but it was dwarfed in comparison to the massive ship that appeared out of hyperspace next to them. The crew panicked, and was about to prep for battle when the larger ship didn’t attack, but sent a message instead. The crew watched in disgust as the smooth skinned creature talked. His language was different, jagged and choppy.
For days the two ships sat and sent communications to one another, until a machine man was brought to send a message in the Gar Naal native tongue. It simply said ‘We are friends. Approach planet.’ The Gar Naal went planet side in time to see a ship leave the larger ship to meet them. When the aliens all met in person, mixed reactions were had. The Gar Naal were amazed at how similar sized and similar looking all the creatures were. Just as the other group was interested in this new species. A message was sent to the Republic about the discovery, and to the team’s surprise, the Republic knew of the Gar Naal- but it wasn’t common knowledge. They were told to try to communicate with the aliens, and begin learning what they could.
It turned out that this scientific crew had been active on Mustafar to study the wildlife of the planet, and had a large compound on the planet. After many hours of attempting to communicate, the team convinced the Gar Naal crew to join them at the compound. The Otua in charge helped the strangers with their ‘droid’ to translate for them. It was evident that the smaller Gar Naal were the more intelligent of the pair. They all reached an agreement- the Gar Naal crew would stay with the team to learn Basic and the ways of their galaxy- something that could help their people get closer to having a planet of their own through the Republic, and the scientists would get the chance to study these new sentients.
Ruck definitely struggled with his lessons. He already didn’t speak much to begin with, and the new language was difficult for him to grasp. But his teacher was kind and patient. Doctor Ena J Goodall took special attention towards Ruck. The human woman appreciated Ruck’s tenacity towards learning her language. Little did she know Ruck didn’t do it for some need to become better, he just had a big crush on her. He would sit and just listen to the woman talk, and stare. Of course, if his superiors knew he had fallen for an alien, they would not be happy.
His days consisted of Basic and culture lessons from the good doctor and keeping his weapons maintained as well as hours of practice with them. Ruck kept his skills in top shape, one would never know when disaster would strike. As it would happen disaster would strike, in the worst kind of way.
Running in the Slums: 26- 32
The research facility wasn’t independently owned, a company that had its hands in many opportunities had paid for the team’s excursion to Mustafar. Unfortunately, they didn’t’ feel that their investment on the planet warranted them to stay. And so, in a surprising large show of force, the companies army of mercenaries showed up along with some of the companies investors to shut them down. Naturally, the team would have nothing of it, it had been years since they had set up shop with the Gar Naal, and that they had even taught them to speak Basic, they were making massive strides in interspecies relations. But the Company didn’t care, they went in to start removing equipment when Doctor Goodall got between them and some of their research. The merc captain backhanded Goodall out of his way, but that would be his last move.
Ruck instantly removed his pistol from it’s holster and pumped the captain’s chest with plasma. Chaos erupted, the Gar Naal all took up arms as did the mercenaries. Plasma, slugs and other projectiles were exchanged, luckily the Gar Naal weapons were a little more advanced, and packed a punch. But the Mercs had numbers on their side. Not even an hour of the firefight showed that they couldn’t win, the mercenaries were far too many. Almost all the researchers and doctors were cut down in the crossfire, and all but two of the Gar Naal were shot down. Ruck and his fellow Gar made a break for the facilities exit after they collected all their weapons, but Ruck was the only one who made it out. He used his natural jumping prowess to leap and run away from the facility, panic and pain drove him.
It would take Ruck hours to get to the next closest settlement. He arrived scared and confused, sentients and aliens all paid no mind to the lost person as he hid in the shadows of buildings and behind large objects until he felt safe. Ruck found himself in the docking bay area of the settlement, he hopped for the first ship he could find, and snuck up into the cargo hold for a free ride off planet. The hold was cold and the ride long, Ruck didn’t know how long he had been in it. He was hungry, and wallowed in self pity at what happened. His entire crew, his family and friends, chances are Ruck would never see them again, or anyone of his species. Only a few more moments would pass before Ruck fell into a restless slumber.
To his surprised he was awoke by a swift kick to the face. The Gar clutched his tentacles and cried out in surprise and shock as sunlight shone into his eyes. Cities framed a large human who looked rather unhappy. Apparently he didn’t appreciate foreigners that stowed away on his ship. The man looked away for a brief second, which was all Ruck needed. He lunged forward and aimed a mighty punt right into the man’s gut. Intestines flew and Ruck booked it away from the ship, red footprints soon left no trace of the alien. After he asked a rather drunk fellow where he was, Ruck knew he was really lost. Taris, a planet he had never heard of, and he didn’t know anyone else in the whole galaxy anymore.
The Alien: Present
Ruck’s time on Taris thus far has been brief, no more than a few months have passed. He has survived doing odd jobs about the undercity and surface of Taris, but never had a home of his own. Ruck ran with a swoop gang as a hired goon, the alien’s large and intimidating stature proved to be a good thing for him indeed.
One day he ended up at a cantina late one night, already drunk from some time spent with the gang he ran with. Little did he know, but several more drinks and a misunderstanding later, he would be shocked from behind and taken prisoner. He awoke hours later in some strange cell, owned by the very owner of the cantina he was in. And here is where Ruck stayed, the lost alien hoped that soon, he would be set free again.
RP Sample:
It was dim in this particular cantina that night. Smoke wafted lazily overhead and music deafened most in the bar. A Twi’lek dancer stalked sexily down the bar itself, she would sometimes bend low to receive a tip from one of the patrons or give them a teasing touch. At the very end of this bar sat a particularly strange and particularly drunk patron. He leaned heavily on the bar, one hand dangled off the other end while the other hung onto his own head. A pair of antennae lazily moved in circles around his head and his normally bright blue eyes looked dull and distant.
The bartender sauntered over as they washed a glass down with a rag and looked at the alien with a bemused expression. He took the patron’s empty glass and filled it back up with some unknown cocktail- its contents name long forgotten by the drinker. This alien was Ruck Vierde, and he was far from home. It had been weeks since he had taken the shuttle from Mustafar to Taris, and he was very homesick. Luckily for him though, this human “happy juice” as he called it, seemed to help with the feeling.
He sat up as the Twi’lek crept towards him, her face not turned towards Ruck. The Gar Naal didn’t notice though, it wasn’t her face he looked at either. With a light clack he grabbed his glass, the contents spilled as he did before it went right into his mouth. Ruck’s twin olfactory tentacles caressed the edges of the glass as he watched her body with a blank expression. She walked right past Ruck and hopped off the bar to walk into the back room- it was almost closing time.
Once more the ‘tender moved in front of Ruck and put his hands on the bar, an expectant expression on his face.
”Well, c’mon pal, time to pay up.”
His eyes never left Ruck as he spoke. Ruck’s head rolled on his shoulders to look at the bartender. He blinked idly and spat out the glass. It shattered on the wall behind the bartender who only glared at the alien.
”Alright, yer payin’ for that too- hurry up, I got places to be tonight.”
Ruck tilted his head and clacked a few times, his brain scrambled for the meaning of the words this man said. Human slang was so odd to him, why slur words together when they should be in the first place. He held his hands out and shrugged.
”What is pay?”
Clacked Ruck, his question genuine- but the bartender didn’t think it was. He reached under the bar and pulled a blaster pistol out. The bartender held it casually at Ruck and waved it towards him.
”Funny one, pal. Either pay or you’re leaving with the trash tomorrow morning.”
This time he was serious, the blaster now pointed right at Ruck’s face. Ruck didn’t like having a weapon pointed at his face. He leaned back for a brief second before he launched his own head at the man. The bartender panicked and began to shoot, the weak blaster’s bolts simply were absorbed by the Gar’s shell. Ruck’s head hit the blaster and it was knocked out of his hand.
Now he was on the move, Ruck’s hands planted on the bar as he spun his body over the bar to deliver a mighty kick square in the ‘tender’s chest. Ribs audibly snapped and Ruck perched on the bar with a loud gurgled growl. He eyed the now dead bartender with a titled head, but that would be the last thing he saw. That same Twi’lek had pushed the business end of a shock stick to the back of Ruck’s head, and the Gar was instantly knocked out.
Race: Gar Naal
Age: 33
Height:7’7”
Weight: 240 lbs
Birth place: Luch’zoen Oorlog
Appearance:
Ruck is a hair taller than most Ruw. He has two antennae and bright blue eyes. His shell is a mottled mixture of tan and dark green with several notable scorch marks and scars. Physically he is an impressive specimen of his subspecies with large strong legs and arms as well as a very thick shell. Clothing wise he wears a torso harness that works as a holster for his various weapons and a bandoleer that holds the various grenade types he carries.
He moves with jerky, unpredictable movements, often randomly snatching an item or throwing it. Ruck almost never stands still, his natural curiosity and energy has him moving constantly, even when sleeping. A common site for him is to be either cleaning and inspecting his weapons, or chewing on something random, sometimes even garbage.
Personality: Ruck is simple minded, even for a Ruw. His behavior can best be described as a prepubescent child, easily distracted and entertained. Ruck is a bit of a flirt, in his own way. Like a child fascinated by pretty women, attractive females tend to make him act odd, such as strutting or bringing them shiny things. Ruck has an odd fascination with anything rubber, he will chew and gnaw on a piece for hours at a time before finally just eating it. He gets easily attached to items and people, making anywhere he lives a bit of a clutter, but this also makes him a very loyal ally and good friend.
In combat Ruck is fierce and powerful, using a combination of both his deadly arsenal and Fik’sbeen- the Gar Naal martial arts. He is a berserker of sorts in battle, the more hurt he gets, the angrier he gets, the more of a threat he becomes. Ruck is difficult to calm down when he starts to get mad, only a good friend usually is able to get him to chill. And when he doesn’t chill, chests are likely to be caved in by a well aimed punt.
Profession: Mercenary/Fringer
Skills:
Fik’sbeen Training
Gar Naal Weapons Master
Semi-Fluent in Basic
Equipment:
1x Davere
1x Vuur
1x Min’karig
1x Aanre
1x Aanko
1x Raivere
3x Incendiary Grenades
3x Thermal Detonators
3x Plasma Grenades
3x Cryoban Grenades
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment:+1
Ship Name:N/A
Bio:
Fortunate Son: Birth- 15
Ruck Vierde was born over thirty years ago to Ril and Huno Vierde. He was the only son out of his whole clutch, and praised even higher for he was born naturally quite large even for his people. His family was highly regarded among the Gar Naal, as Ruck was a direct descended to one of the Ancestors, the very one who created his people’s fighting style- the Ancestor Vier’De.
Because of this, his destiny was already made at birth. All male Vierde were automatically enlisted into the Gar Naal military, the elders of their Luch’Zoen always hoped for a potential Paragon to be among their ranks. However, from an early age, Ruck proved to be no Paragon. He would constantly mess things up in his teachings, if he was even paying attention. Ruck would get into fights with other Ruw quite regularly, he wasn’t a bully, but he didn’t take anything from anyone.
As he got older he started to become more and more infatuated with the other sex, the Gar would just sit and stare blankly at females. Most of the time this was responded by a kick to the head or an angry parent showing up at his family’s shack, which they didn’t take kindly to. Tired of Ruck’s shenanigans, his family requested that he start his training as a soldier for their Luch’zoen, and at 12 Ruck was removed from his home in the civilian levels, and placed in the military floor.
He finally found someplace where his energy could be spent. His superiors decided his rowdy behavior from before was from a simple over abundance of energy, and something they put to good use. Ruck wouldn’t cause anymore trouble because his instructors had him training almost constantly. Each night Ruck would pass out in his bunk, but even while sleeping, his antennae would constantly move.
Ruck followed orders well, and graduated with several others not long after his fifteenth birthday. He was put on security detail in the bowels of his Luch’Zoen. That way Ruck still was able to keep himself active with trying to keep order within the slums. But this was still a bit boring for the Gar, Ruck felt as if he needed more excitement. Little did he know, but this excitement would be given.
His family requested that Ruck be removed all together from the Luch’zoen- their influence as Vierde got the wheels to turn. They didn’t tell anyone the reason they were adamant that Ruck was to be removed, as they saw him as an embarrassment to the Vierde name. They prided themselves on being more intelligent Ruw- and Ruck was far from intelligent. So he was chosen to act as security personnel for one of the exploration vessels that were destined for the rims of populated space. Their route would take them near the Mustafar system.
The Traverse: 16-25
The ship left early one morning to start the mission. There were rumors of habitable, empty worlds and moons in their direction, and the crew was excited at the thought of being the ones to find a world for their people. Ruck didn’t quite share their enthusiasm. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, the ship just happened to have an item that when chewed on caused an odd tingling sensation. When he wasn’t working on his weapons to keep them in top shape, the soldier would pester the crew- though not on purpose.
A year passed by the time the ship arrived in the Mustafar system, and to their surprise, they were not alone. The ship they traveled in was large, but it was dwarfed in comparison to the massive ship that appeared out of hyperspace next to them. The crew panicked, and was about to prep for battle when the larger ship didn’t attack, but sent a message instead. The crew watched in disgust as the smooth skinned creature talked. His language was different, jagged and choppy.
For days the two ships sat and sent communications to one another, until a machine man was brought to send a message in the Gar Naal native tongue. It simply said ‘We are friends. Approach planet.’ The Gar Naal went planet side in time to see a ship leave the larger ship to meet them. When the aliens all met in person, mixed reactions were had. The Gar Naal were amazed at how similar sized and similar looking all the creatures were. Just as the other group was interested in this new species. A message was sent to the Republic about the discovery, and to the team’s surprise, the Republic knew of the Gar Naal- but it wasn’t common knowledge. They were told to try to communicate with the aliens, and begin learning what they could.
It turned out that this scientific crew had been active on Mustafar to study the wildlife of the planet, and had a large compound on the planet. After many hours of attempting to communicate, the team convinced the Gar Naal crew to join them at the compound. The Otua in charge helped the strangers with their ‘droid’ to translate for them. It was evident that the smaller Gar Naal were the more intelligent of the pair. They all reached an agreement- the Gar Naal crew would stay with the team to learn Basic and the ways of their galaxy- something that could help their people get closer to having a planet of their own through the Republic, and the scientists would get the chance to study these new sentients.
Ruck definitely struggled with his lessons. He already didn’t speak much to begin with, and the new language was difficult for him to grasp. But his teacher was kind and patient. Doctor Ena J Goodall took special attention towards Ruck. The human woman appreciated Ruck’s tenacity towards learning her language. Little did she know Ruck didn’t do it for some need to become better, he just had a big crush on her. He would sit and just listen to the woman talk, and stare. Of course, if his superiors knew he had fallen for an alien, they would not be happy.
His days consisted of Basic and culture lessons from the good doctor and keeping his weapons maintained as well as hours of practice with them. Ruck kept his skills in top shape, one would never know when disaster would strike. As it would happen disaster would strike, in the worst kind of way.
Running in the Slums: 26- 32
The research facility wasn’t independently owned, a company that had its hands in many opportunities had paid for the team’s excursion to Mustafar. Unfortunately, they didn’t’ feel that their investment on the planet warranted them to stay. And so, in a surprising large show of force, the companies army of mercenaries showed up along with some of the companies investors to shut them down. Naturally, the team would have nothing of it, it had been years since they had set up shop with the Gar Naal, and that they had even taught them to speak Basic, they were making massive strides in interspecies relations. But the Company didn’t care, they went in to start removing equipment when Doctor Goodall got between them and some of their research. The merc captain backhanded Goodall out of his way, but that would be his last move.
Ruck instantly removed his pistol from it’s holster and pumped the captain’s chest with plasma. Chaos erupted, the Gar Naal all took up arms as did the mercenaries. Plasma, slugs and other projectiles were exchanged, luckily the Gar Naal weapons were a little more advanced, and packed a punch. But the Mercs had numbers on their side. Not even an hour of the firefight showed that they couldn’t win, the mercenaries were far too many. Almost all the researchers and doctors were cut down in the crossfire, and all but two of the Gar Naal were shot down. Ruck and his fellow Gar made a break for the facilities exit after they collected all their weapons, but Ruck was the only one who made it out. He used his natural jumping prowess to leap and run away from the facility, panic and pain drove him.
It would take Ruck hours to get to the next closest settlement. He arrived scared and confused, sentients and aliens all paid no mind to the lost person as he hid in the shadows of buildings and behind large objects until he felt safe. Ruck found himself in the docking bay area of the settlement, he hopped for the first ship he could find, and snuck up into the cargo hold for a free ride off planet. The hold was cold and the ride long, Ruck didn’t know how long he had been in it. He was hungry, and wallowed in self pity at what happened. His entire crew, his family and friends, chances are Ruck would never see them again, or anyone of his species. Only a few more moments would pass before Ruck fell into a restless slumber.
To his surprised he was awoke by a swift kick to the face. The Gar clutched his tentacles and cried out in surprise and shock as sunlight shone into his eyes. Cities framed a large human who looked rather unhappy. Apparently he didn’t appreciate foreigners that stowed away on his ship. The man looked away for a brief second, which was all Ruck needed. He lunged forward and aimed a mighty punt right into the man’s gut. Intestines flew and Ruck booked it away from the ship, red footprints soon left no trace of the alien. After he asked a rather drunk fellow where he was, Ruck knew he was really lost. Taris, a planet he had never heard of, and he didn’t know anyone else in the whole galaxy anymore.
The Alien: Present
Ruck’s time on Taris thus far has been brief, no more than a few months have passed. He has survived doing odd jobs about the undercity and surface of Taris, but never had a home of his own. Ruck ran with a swoop gang as a hired goon, the alien’s large and intimidating stature proved to be a good thing for him indeed.
One day he ended up at a cantina late one night, already drunk from some time spent with the gang he ran with. Little did he know, but several more drinks and a misunderstanding later, he would be shocked from behind and taken prisoner. He awoke hours later in some strange cell, owned by the very owner of the cantina he was in. And here is where Ruck stayed, the lost alien hoped that soon, he would be set free again.
RP Sample:
It was dim in this particular cantina that night. Smoke wafted lazily overhead and music deafened most in the bar. A Twi’lek dancer stalked sexily down the bar itself, she would sometimes bend low to receive a tip from one of the patrons or give them a teasing touch. At the very end of this bar sat a particularly strange and particularly drunk patron. He leaned heavily on the bar, one hand dangled off the other end while the other hung onto his own head. A pair of antennae lazily moved in circles around his head and his normally bright blue eyes looked dull and distant.
The bartender sauntered over as they washed a glass down with a rag and looked at the alien with a bemused expression. He took the patron’s empty glass and filled it back up with some unknown cocktail- its contents name long forgotten by the drinker. This alien was Ruck Vierde, and he was far from home. It had been weeks since he had taken the shuttle from Mustafar to Taris, and he was very homesick. Luckily for him though, this human “happy juice” as he called it, seemed to help with the feeling.
He sat up as the Twi’lek crept towards him, her face not turned towards Ruck. The Gar Naal didn’t notice though, it wasn’t her face he looked at either. With a light clack he grabbed his glass, the contents spilled as he did before it went right into his mouth. Ruck’s twin olfactory tentacles caressed the edges of the glass as he watched her body with a blank expression. She walked right past Ruck and hopped off the bar to walk into the back room- it was almost closing time.
Once more the ‘tender moved in front of Ruck and put his hands on the bar, an expectant expression on his face.
”Well, c’mon pal, time to pay up.”
His eyes never left Ruck as he spoke. Ruck’s head rolled on his shoulders to look at the bartender. He blinked idly and spat out the glass. It shattered on the wall behind the bartender who only glared at the alien.
”Alright, yer payin’ for that too- hurry up, I got places to be tonight.”
Ruck tilted his head and clacked a few times, his brain scrambled for the meaning of the words this man said. Human slang was so odd to him, why slur words together when they should be in the first place. He held his hands out and shrugged.
”What is pay?”
Clacked Ruck, his question genuine- but the bartender didn’t think it was. He reached under the bar and pulled a blaster pistol out. The bartender held it casually at Ruck and waved it towards him.
”Funny one, pal. Either pay or you’re leaving with the trash tomorrow morning.”
This time he was serious, the blaster now pointed right at Ruck’s face. Ruck didn’t like having a weapon pointed at his face. He leaned back for a brief second before he launched his own head at the man. The bartender panicked and began to shoot, the weak blaster’s bolts simply were absorbed by the Gar’s shell. Ruck’s head hit the blaster and it was knocked out of his hand.
Now he was on the move, Ruck’s hands planted on the bar as he spun his body over the bar to deliver a mighty kick square in the ‘tender’s chest. Ribs audibly snapped and Ruck perched on the bar with a loud gurgled growl. He eyed the now dead bartender with a titled head, but that would be the last thing he saw. That same Twi’lek had pushed the business end of a shock stick to the back of Ruck’s head, and the Gar was instantly knocked out.
