<div class="floatleft"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/37/75/40/377540be9e9132f93272cc50617f9133.jpg)</div></div>Character Name: Hanta Yo<br/>Species: M'shento'su'Nikto, (Southern Nikto)<br/><br/>The pale skinned Nikto had walked into the Sop House less than a minute ahead of the security goons, with the<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">flamethrower</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/dcfb/th/pre/f/2012/133/7/0/flamethrower_aft_2l_heat_by_karanak-d4zkm49.jpg)</div></div>slung over his shoulder by the carrying strap.  Once he realized he was not their target, he let out a sigh of relief.  It wasn't hard for him to spot his target.  He took the most direct route, which still had him weaving between several tables.  He stopped in front of the pair of Rodians who looked up from their sabbac game.  When they looked up, he flicked a switch, causing a small jet of plasma to ignite, burning a searing blue.<br/><br/>He swept the flamethrower left and right but that jet of plasma never wavered.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Better?"</span></span>he asked.<br/><br/>"Much,"  replied the one of the Rodians.<br/><br/>With a flick of his thumb, Hanta turned off the igniter. And set the weapon down on the table.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"I had to replace the plasma module,"</span></span>he said.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"These things aren't meant to be used as clubs.  I've added a guard, which might prevent this from happening again but I offer no guarantees.  AS I said, they aren't meant to be used as clubs."</span></span><br/><br/>The Rodian snorted and placed a bag on the table.  He opened it, showing Hanta Yo the head that was inside.  "Happy?" he asked.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Very.  It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Fin."</span></span>Their business concluded, the Nikto picked up the sack and moved to a nearby table.  He waved over a server and ordered a drink.  While he waited for it to be delivered, he looked around the club.  Perhaps he might be able to conduct a little more business.  If not, he'd finish his drink and then go home to take a closer look at the head in the bag.  It wasn't that he didn't trust Fin or his partner Dro but the bounty hunters had a well earned reputation for being a little rough with not just their equipment but their quarry as well.<br/><br/>While he waited, he took the chance to scope out the other bar occupants.<br/><br/>The Ithorian Bartender had stopped wiping cups and was carefully removing any breakables from the line of fire.<br/><br/>The two rodians had returned to their game of Sabaac in the corner but neither was paying attention to the cards.<br/><br/>Two humans seemed very interested in squaring off against the fifteen security guards.  The other three humans seemed far more intelligent and were wisely keeping out of it.<br/><br/>The wookie and trandoshan were intent on each other, as if nothing else in the bar mattered.  Whoever lost that battle was likely going to hold a grudge.  The little man watching seemed unimpressed with the interruption.  He'd gone back to watching the armwrestlers.<br/><br/>The Sullustian crew was watching the stand-off with far more interest than was normal.  It was likely that the two humans were customers or potential customers and their well being was of at least minor interest.<br/><br/>And as was often the case,  the band continued to be ignored by everyone.<br/><br/>Not much money to be made in here tonight but not much was better than none.....