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The Kuyzo walked back to his apartment after finishing a particularly easy bounty. He wanted to be doing the high rate bounties, not the stuff the newbies did. He sighed heavily as he walked down an ally that was deprived of light. The Anooba at his side let out a low growl.
He looked up to see some dark silhouettes approach him. They all had switch blades in hand, ready to take care of him and the Anooba and scavenge their bodies for valuables. Too bad for them that they wouldn't even get close to their goal.
"I guess you decided to take the wrong way home tonight, pal." The one said mockingly.
"I'm not the one who made a wrong choice tonight." He said ominously, even though he was completely aware that the gang couldn't understand his language.
"Eh, look boys! We got our selves a foreigner who don't speak basic!" Another laughed.
"Ha! Too bad he ain't gonna be round long enough to learn some!" A third joined in.
Quicker than a normal being, he threw a knife into the one's chest. The others backed up slightly as they watched their friend fall to the permacrete. The other two instigators pointed their switchblades at him. His Anooba let out another low growl. He quickly took out his crossbow and made quick work of them. He wasn't in the mood for wasting his energy on these losers.
He snapped his fingers and the Anooba followed, sniffing one of the bodies as they walked by. Once at the apartment he currently resided in, he set his weapon down by his bed, his shield hat on the nightstand, and laid down. His Anooba climbed up and laid down at his feet.
His mind recently had been on the past. He knew it wasn't wise to dwell in the past but it kept coming back in his dreams. Maybe it meant something. Maybe it was just memories. He just kept having dreams about three people from his past; a Correllian, a Theelin, and a Zabrak. Though, the one he saw most in his dreams was the Zabrak, his old partner. He sighed, slightly regretting the break up.
The break up had been for the better, he convinced himself. They would probably all be dead by now if it hadn't happened.
He wished he could see them again. He missed the company of his old partner. She was very dominant, but he didn't care. She was friendly, smart, and an excellent shot with a blaster or knives. He shook his head, taking his mind off his thoughts. Besides it would only make him depressed.
He stood up, realizing he should take his mind off things. He grabbed his shield hat from the nightstand and his crossbow from beside the bed, strapping it to his back. He strode to the door.
The Anooba looked up, concerned and confused.
"I'll be back Marrok. Don't let anyone in." Embo said to the Anooba, closing the door behind him.
He began his trek to the cantina. There he wouldn't be able to hear his thoughts over the music and voices of other people. Perfect place to forget for a while.
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