((A lightsaber does not make the victim bleed, EVAR!))

"Chiding Statement: Master I believe that a cut across the neck would have been more effective. I do not see reason in you sparing the meatbag. Commendation: However your quick reflexes and lack of hesitation was most commendable."

Hera

You enter the cantina. Your target should probably be somewhere near the bartender, who isn't too far from you.

Rall

As Rall leaves the cantina, he notices Hera, but doesn't speak. Once Rall leaves, he finally notices the hostile. He quickly takes out his lightsaber.

Kyzak and HK-74

You both enter the city. You see a cantina and a weapons shop.

OOC: Where is Brodie?

You never replied after that.

OOC: I'm in AP Classes. I've been busy.

Brodie walks into the cargo bay and checks a box.

OOC: Oh. I'll play along, but that's only if you don't want to warp.

I walk around casually, looking around for my target, but trying not to look too much like I’m looking for someone.

You see the bartender. He is most likely off duty, so it would probably be appropriate to describe your target.

OOC: Your target could be anyone and anywhere. He probably could've already left the room, or the cantina for that matter.

"I am not a Jedi nor of the Sith. Thus, I use my powers as I see fit; If I killed the "Meatbag", I would have gone to jail, and I don't exactly feel like breaking out of a prison today." Kyzak said a bit angrily, expressing his emotions freely.

"In any case.." Kyzak muttered, looking for a bounty office.

As Kyzak wanders into the city, he notices the bounty office, with a few people walking in and out.

“Hey, barkeep. Seen a human in a brown overcoat come in recently?” I as calmly. I try not to look too imposing or dangerous, as such a thing could only cause trouble here.

"I actually have. He's in the swoop racing room to the right." The bartender said, "But if you're gonna collect that bounty on his head, please keep blaster fire to a minimum."

“Don’t worry about a thing,” I say. Well, let’s hope he doesn’t have to worry about a thing… such as cleaning my blood off the floor if this goes wrong.

What was I thinking when I thought that this bounty hunting business would increase my chances of survival? Oh yeah, the gun. Despite my doubts about whether this was a good idea, I guess I’m in this now.

I enter the swoop racing room, trying to not look too conspicuous. With my garb, that can be hard, but still, I should make an effort…