[b]Balkk Yarroq
Nar Shadaa
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Balkk fell back in surprise as the bin he had his back to was picked up and flung towards the gang of thugs, scattering them and the bins contents across the floor. Another large metal bin flew past his head and went straight into the crowd again. The stream of blaster shots subsided although the occasional shot still blasted towards the Jedi, who was now quickly escaping through the wall. He watched as the Jedi pulled out a lump of the wall, jumped through and placed it inside again. Balkk got to his feet slowly. His heart rate was slowing and the pain in his shin gradually came back. He hissed in pain and leaned his arm onto the wall. His leg was held just above the ground and now that he could see it, it looked like a flesh wound. The heat of the lightsaber had cut a wound and then immediately sealed it again, leaving a thick welt of burned skin. Blood still oozed from it but not to the extent when the wound had first been cut. It hurt to walk on. But the pain wasn't unbearable. 

The bounty hunter glanced to the mouth of the alley. The thugs were picking themselves up and already a small group were heading off to pursue the Jedi. They ignored the bounty hunter, too concerned with capturing their prize who was rapidly. Balkk wasn't in so much of a rush. He would meet Joshua again, he was sure. He knew what he looked like and what he sounded like. He walked to the back wall, that looked ready to collapse but his eyes were on his sword that had been scattered by various stray shots to the back of the wall. As he slid it back into it's sheath behind his cloak, he felt that familiar feeling. Someone was watching.

He turned his head. The thugs were all gone, apart from those stunned or on the ground. One solitary being stood in the light, casting a shadow down the alley that had just minutes ago been alight with blaster fire. He wore a hood and a long cloak that covered his entire body so his features were unseen by the bounty hunter. It just stood there, staring at him from the darkness of it's hood. The events that had happened around him hadn't effected him at all and Balkk had a feeling he had been standing there for a long time. The Trandoshan's hand fell the hilt of his gun and clutched it, ready to bring it out if there came trouble. This being was eerily calm and he didn't like it. The turned his heel and walked away. He was swallowed by the crowds in seconds. Balkk's hand dropped from his weapon when he felt it was safe. 

The Trandoshan was uneasy. As he approached the stunned bodies and mess of rubbish, he quickened his pace. No need to get caught hanging around this mess. He saw the Wookie who had fired at him lay in a pile of rubbish. It's legs were trapped underneath an overturned dumpster yet it showed symptoms of being stunned. This Wookie had no doubt been hit by one of the stray stun shots. If it hadn't been, the Wookie would of longed escape. It's eyes still moved and glared at the Trandoshan as he strode past. Balkk gave it a small wink but still quickened his pace, which had developed a minor limp due to the pain on his shin. He did not want to be around when that Wookie could move again, for they were known to rip limbs out of sockets.

Once out onto the street again, he found himself pondering over what to do now. He mixed with the crowds once again, this time not concerned about the Jedi. Hunt down the Jedi seemed like a good idea but then, he saw another group of gungans cooking meat over a spit. His stomach protested loudly and Balkk gave in. He was starving and didn't care what the meat was as long as it was edible.

Food came first. The Jedi would meet his maker later.