Paz rushes his Head backwards. The Back of his Beskar Helmet impacts with The Mercenarys Nose. He draws his Combatknife from his left Boot and...
Paz grabs his Cup of Beer with The Other Hand and slams it into The Mercenarys Face before shoving his Kneeplate into his Crotch
"You regret this. Mark My Words." He gets up and looks at Doran. "Go back Home buddy and talk to Your sweet Pirate...."
Paz looks at The Mercenarys Hand and back at his Face. "Get Your Hand off Me. I'm not repeating myself"
"Hm I see. Well it could be worse" he sips his Beer
"Why leave? Theres always work You can get and The Pay isnt that Bad"
He looks back at Doran. "....So where are You from originally? Core Worlds?"
"Oh dont get me started Kid. 36" He takes another sip, his Gaze wanders trough The Bar.
"It gets easier the more You do it. It's either You or them. How Old are You anyway?"
"I was raised on Mandalore. I killed my First Men when I was....7 i think"
"Yeah she has Style I give her that. But thats not worth it Boy trust Me. You find something better."
"Yeah stay away from that Women. That Type only plays You like a fiddle and Is up to no good. Girls arent complicated, they just make You believe...
"Well I guess I owe You that little Favor. Fine. He sips on his Beer "So time for some to from Man to Man talk: You have someone waiting for You...
"I guess that's only fair. But why not asking Your Boss hm? He seemed to appreciate Your Skills enough to Send You on some serious Missions..."
"Depends. Let me hear it First...." he sips his Beer.
Paz pulls out a drinking straw from his Pocket and puts it in The Beer and putting it under The Helmet
"Two Cold Beer and let it keep comming" he slides 20 Credits to The Bartender
"Shady Bars have usualy The Best Beers. Cmon lead the Way, Im buying"
"Well I did Shoot him. Dont worry too much about it. Get some sleep it was a Long Day....Or You know a Place where I can Buy Us a Beer?"
"Yeah well i try to be a bit nicer in The Future. You did good back there..."
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