Sathik looked down at the ground despondently with the one eye that wasn’t swollen shut when whatever magical event he was waiting for didn’t happen. Just as he went to finish off the bottle in his hand with a final swig, the cantina door burst open. The bounty hunter looked up excitedly, a shameless smile across his bruised face with blood splatter still visible on his angular features under the dim lights hanging over the bar.
The smile quickly changed into abject horror.
Sathik quickly whirled around to face the blonde sitting next to him and swore under his breath. He strategically moved his body to hide Lola from the view of the cantina entrance.
“What is it?” Lola’s large mass of blonde curls floating around her head moved gently from the even the slightest motion she gave while speaking.
Sathik put a black-gloved hand up in a futile attempt to hide his face as he spoke in a low voice, “Guavian death gang. On the count of three, we hop over the counter and get to the back—”
A large metallic prosthetic hand that whirred with the sound of servos in motion suddenly grabbed the filthy, dark haired bounty hunter’s shoulder and spun him around on the bar stool.
Sathik frowned up at the cybernetically enhanced gangster that towered over him.
The Guavian death gang member had a completely mechanical left arm up to his bicep, cybernetic implants on the left side of his grim tribal tattooed face, and a cybernetic left eye that glowed with an ominous red light. He wore the red and black high impact Gorget armor typical of the ruthless gang. The gangster stayed arm’s reach away from the and had both hands on his rifle as he sized up the bounty hunter on the barstool with a disgusted grimace.
“I know you from somewhere, don’t I?” The cybernetically enhanced gangster asked with displeasure. Two more armored gangsters stood silently Behind their more obviously cybernetically enhanced leader. They were faceless in notorious red masks marked only with a black swirl and held matching sawed-off percussion rifles pointed at the floor.
“I helped with the Black Sun clean up your boss did on the old Imperial Installation on Gall.” Sathik set the still frosted-over bottle he had been drinking on the bar but didn’t take his hand off it. His slender fingers dragged the glass against the wood idly in a circular motion, “I remember seeing you there. They call you ‘Grave’ right?”
“Graves.” The gangster corrected and spoke with disgust that contorted the tribal tattoos on his face, “I knew I recognized the smell. You fit right in with that Black Sun garbage.”
Sathik smugly held his gloved hands out with an unashamed shrug, “Can’t knock good camouflage.”
“So, do you want to tell me where a two-bit bounty hunter such as yourself found a girl like that?” The gangster called Graves interrogated darkly.
“That’s a girl?” Sathik pointed a thumb disbelievingly behind himself at the blonde, “Could have fooled me.”
Sathik smiled wickedly at the glare Lola gave him before looking back at the cybernetically enhanced gangster.
“You really thought that you could get away with human replica droid in plain sight?” Graves pointed his rifle threateningly at Sathik’s chest, making a motion with his prosthetic hand in Lola’s direction.
“Ohhhhhh, that’s the new Tostovin isn’t it?” Sathik gazed at the illegal percussion rifle in Grave’s hand with obvious *want*.
“Oh, yeah, you want a better look?” The gangster shifted his grip on the rifle to show it to the bounty hunter, only to change his motion suddenly and crack it down in a ruthless swing against the side of the bounty hunter’s skull.
Sathik sat there, wincing, until turning his head to look he saw that Lola had grabbed the barrel of the rifle and stopped it mere centimeters from his ear.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, Graves.” Lola was standing now, and when the gangster tried to pull back the rifle it didn’t move from where it was held in the blonde’s flawless and deceptively delicate looking hand.
The two other Guavian death gang soldiers raised their rifles at the bounty hunter and the human replica droid.
“WAIT!” Sathik put his hands out frantically with a shout that caused everyone to pause and look.
“Fellas, look,” The bounty hunter stood with his hands still out between him and the armored gangsters, “I know you’re upset and you’re just trying to do your job, but go ahead and surrender and I *promise* you’ll get preferential, bordering on gentle…possibly even lover like treatment.”
The cybernetically enhanced death gang soldiers stared.
“No?” Sathik looked them all over and then a mischievous grin spread across his face, “Fine.”
The black-haired bounty hunter twisted away from the percussion rifle next to him as it fired and while using Graves as cover from the other two gangsters, he pulled out a large knife scarred and serrated knife that had come from seemingly nowhere. Sathik sunk the large knife into Grave’s mechanical arm and flicked a switch that sent an explosive jolt of electricity that sparked along the mechanical arm.