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A goon moved in on Cale , lunging with his vibroblade. Cale grabbed the man's arm and pulled, using the fellow's own momentum to force him to the ground. another goon charged in with his arm raised to bring a hatchet down on the outlaw's head.
Cale flicked his wrist and his knife sailed through the air, slicing through the goon's ear with suprising ease.
The man clutched his ear and howled in pain, dropping his guard long enough for Cale to smash his elbow into the thug's face. The thug fell down with a thud.
The Outlaw drew a pair of knives from inside his jacket and eyed the other goons, who were now rethinking their strategy.
The abandoned their Melee weapons and went for their guns.
Cale smirked and flicked another knife, this one burying itself in the powerpak of a goon's heavy blaster pistol. the weapon exploded in the man's hand.
The lost knife was almost instantly replaced with Cale's own pistol and he swept the assembled thug's with the barrel.
"The Next one of you who even so much as twitches in a way I don't like will make the final jump." Cale said with grim Certainty.
He cast an eye over at the man who had helped him. "I think we might have the situation under control. and on the plus side it didn't cost us any beer money."

"a drink huh? yeah, I think I could handle that."Cale said as he twirled his Mos Eisley Special and holstered it, the knife disappearing up his sleave. kneeling down to the men he had felled, he rifled through their pockets for cash. he pocketed what he found and went to join the newcomer. "so, where we heading to?"

Cale scratched his head and glanced around.
"well then. lets head to the Hanger Bay. Its a quiet smuggler bar. people keep to themselves. Plus, the owner is a big Modal Nodes fan."
The smuggler stuck out his hand to the fellow.
"Name's Cale Darksun."

Cale arched an eyebrow at the words and looked at the man. "what do you mean by that? and you havent given me your name yet." The outkaw said as he reached for his lum. He took a sip and continued."Kinda rude not to return a name when one is given."

"Oh! Pardon my lack of cordialities then, Mr. Darksun. I go by the name Nebuchanezzar, if I may make your aquaintence. And I mean by my previous statement that you seemed to have gotten yourself into quite some trouble with dipsomaniacs just now. That, along with several thugs cursing your name. Seems you got them into a bit of a trouble with a pair of equally talented young men. Though I may drop some eves, I did not catch exactly why they were necessarily out looking for you. Something about... I don't know. I'm just here for a couple... upgrades, if you know what I mean." Neb told, having a bit of fun before he began to work.

"I see. Well, in that case, a drink!" Neb stated, raising a toast, "To Wisel's sucess, the downfall of this wretched Legion or Federation or whatever of Sith Loyalists, and to them jedi who happen to kick its a** right!"

"You seem troubled. What's on your mind?" Neb asked, noticing that the outlaw was... well... instinct would say not acting right. Whether its the air or if its an aura, nobody can truely tell. Except perhaps a jedi, who have the chance of knowing more than the average.

Neb wasn't fully suprized. "I bet as an outlaw, you're benefited by the war. Besides the casual accidental hyperspace jump into a warzone, and having to put up with lackluster security step-ups, you're probably unhindered by them. If it wasn't for the war, chances are we all would be hunted. Nothing better to do except fight. Either against crime or against a warring faction, it still is a war. But now, the focus is off your back for a little while. Of course, the Jedi still have their perogatives to follow. Such as the word that you're carrying a trinket that they seem to go after. Something like a piece of glass or some sort of wierd object... But they're rumors, I guess. You're not the most unpopular guy around here. Ever been to Coruscant? Or Tatooine?"