[center]~|Day 3, 20:45- 20:47 GST|~
~|Location: Mos Eisley,  Docking Area (District 5), Aaran,  Roth, and Bol|~[/center]

The desert planet’s evening was cold and light was dim, making it difficult to tell a fill pocket from an empty one for the youngest. It didn’t help this was Aaran’s first time stealing and so his nerves were growing more rattled by the moment. It took all his effort to keep his eyes staring straight ahead, not turned to study the cloak, while Roth kept look out a few feet away. The bothan leaning heavily against one of the houses with his arms crossed, watching them for several moments then turned to the distance. He looked like a child waiting for someone and many individuals barely gave him a second glance, their own tasks too important to take stock of their surroundings. Even the loaders barely noted his presence. 

Timidly, with Bol gripping his other hand tightly in comfort, and leading him along Aaran’s hand reached into the Tiss’shar’s cloak pocket. His hand parted the opening then dug in deeply, seeking that familiar solid shape of a purse or other worthily valuable. Instead there was nothing. Aaran’s eyes widen in surprise and teeth clamped down in alarm that Bol looked concerned even with his long mouth and dark eyes. Without thinking about his tell,  the youngest snapped toward the middle and shook his head to tell the other boy there wasn’t anything there. Bol had been about to pick up the pace and create some  distance when Fa moved lower and  spoke, her voice a whisper.  “If it is credits you want, I have a job for you.” 

Though the Tiss’shar didn’t sound angry with them, possibly because they hadn’t gotten anything, the two boys halted with dread in their tracks. Bol was terrified but tried to stay calm for Aaran, knowing if the alien was connected to the Hutts than they would suffer badly as the space slugs were the law in this wasteland after all. Forcing himself to speak, Bol took the lead in inquiring what the Tiss’shar wanted, his face turned to unwillingly face her and his fear easily palatable to her vision thanks to the slight trembling. He decided to play stupid and hope for the best while he pushed Araan around toward his back protectively. Inside he was hoping Roth would come up with something to save their skins before the creature before them ripped it off. 

“I’m not sure what you mean, Mr…?” He inquired, assuming she was male since he had never met another of her kind and her cloak easily hid her face.  

[center]~|Day 3, 20:25-20:42 GST|~
~|Location: Mos Eisley, Fel’kaw (bar)|~[/center]

Jeik had been arguing over her hard [i]earned[/i] credits when a bastard Zabrak came up from behind her. The moment he touched her back, she assumed the worse and her hand lowered down underneath the bar and gripped her blaster sitting at her hip, ready for any funny business. It seemed like whenever someone saw a Twi’Lek, they always thought easy prey. Boy, were they wrong when they met her and she made sure the lesson stuck with them for a long time. Often shooting off their very jewels so their reason to fuck with her was gone. 

The Zabrak spoke in a mediating way, her eyes studying him a moment to memory. "I don't know what's going on here but if you're arguing with the bartender about a drink price, you might want to reconsider. He's just doing his job."

Naturally the bartender agreed, adding his own suggestion after exchanging wary glances with the stranger. "Listen to your Zabrak friend here, he knows what’s good for him. Pay my price or go find somewhere else to make your drink for you." 

Jiek leaned, slightly, while she heard Vebra step around toward her exposed back. This wasn’t the first wise guy to attempt to get the jump on her and she never counted on the last one being the final one, something you learned on a waterless planet. Her fingers were subtly edging her blaster out of her holster and hung loosely from Vebra’s sight. When his palm pushed forward to strike at her head back, she leaned to the left and let it clip her face side. At the same time, her hand jerked completely out, pointed into his gut and pulled the trigger. A red bolt fired into his gut before she pushed off the bar stool. He might’ve been a Zabrak but even they had their limits, she smirked thoughtfully while she decided to cut and run. His fingers scratched her leather coat just at the very edge of his reach while she bolted for the exit. 

As he was getting up, she twisted her navel then fired off another blast into his position. The Trandoshan  and Zabrak abruptly turned, spying the commotion, and didn’t bother to catch the Twi’Lek when she slipped through. She promptly mumbled about Vebra being a bit too grabbing causing the Zabrak in particular to seize Vebra up.  He wasn’t the only one, several other  individuals, including those near the table, reached for their own blasters. It was unclear who fired first but in moments the bartender was hitting the ground behind his bar when blasters started to fire creating an all out bar fight.