<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Shaa Raa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13645182#msg13645182)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Kel Dor<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Scavenger, Mechanic, Trader, Gambler, Information Broker and general Scoundrel<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>Dregs Cantina | Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"You could be correct,"</span></span>Shaa Raa said, setting down his weapon case and waving to acknowledge the bartender's comment.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Booby trapping weapons makes it hard to get repeat customers.  It makes it easy to make sure things between two people don't escalate."</span></span>He looked at the Red Rancor.  It was a good thing that the majority of his face was covered by the breathing mask and eye shields.  It made him so much more difficult to read.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"I would also remind you that the blaster you are holding does not have a power cell in it, unlike the one I have my hand on.  Now, I could buy you a drink to make up for the little trick I played on you or we can take this outside, where one of us will likely need the services of a medic or if things go too badly, will be beyond the need for said services.  So what do you say?  A drink on me or an eternity staring up at nothing?"</span></span>The words were delivered in an emotionless monotone, an advantage of using a vocalizer.  Delivered in his own voice, the pirate might have detected a tremor.  Shaa Raa was a good talker but he was no match for a pirate and several of his friends in a fight.<br/><br/>He'd chosen to live in the belly of the beast.  His life here was going to be full of moments like this, his existence dancing on the edge of a blade.  Would the pirate see that there was no harm done or would he want blood to satisfy his bruised ego over being tricked?  If he lived, so much the better.  If he died....<br/><br/>If he died, he'd never need to admit to his father that he couldn't survive on his own.