Wherever I May Roam(Open)

[Pele]

"No prob." I said taking another gulp finishing off the remaining Tarisian Ale.

I walked back over to my seat and I sat down and ordered another Tarisian Ale.

[The Madet Legacy]

*Blondie had a sixth sense of blaster fire. Why, he didn't know. But he could tell when he was being fired at before the shot even left the blaster. Both of his blasters were raised and pointing at Hoorex as the blaster shot went wide. Typical Mandalorians*

"Mind telling me why you're shooting, Mandalorian?"

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

IC:"I heard you got a problem with me...well do ya, punk?"

ooc:lol

ic:*hoorex raised his domminium handgun with his other hand. The massive projectile weapon completely dwarfed his hand in comparrison...it was huge and the barrel massive...*

[The Madet Legacy]

"Not until now. I don't want to fight someone unless they fire the first shot."

[Shara]

"Don't worry lad, Mandalorians talk more than they bite... and when they do, you should be more worried about the table ten feet away than yourself. Terrible aim."

Shara had been watching the conversation from the relative peacefulness of a shadowy corner, amusement growing with the second. When Hoorex pulled out the gun, she couldn't help but intervene...

"This particular Mandalorian is... shall we say... less than efficient?"

[The Madet Legacy]

"I hate Mandalorians...They couldn't hit the broad side of a capital ship. At least I take the time to practice my aim."

*He spun each blaster around his fingers once before holstering them*

[Shara]

"That I can see."

A soft smile graced the Echani woman's face and she shook her head slightly. Men. So arrogant.

[The Madet Legacy]

*Blondie turned and grabbed his cantine. He slung it over his shoulder, along with his poncho, and looked at Shara*

"Who are you?"

*This strange woman-Echani by the looks of it-intrigued him. Something very few people did*

[Shara]

"I am Shara."

The smiled remained and she briefly extended a hand to be shaken. She was capable of playing civil, if she put her mind to it.

"And you?"

[The Madet Legacy]

*He shook her hand cautiously. He'd learned not to trust anyone after everything he'd been through*

"Call me whatever you want. I have no Name."

[Shara]

Shara briefly brushed her fingertips across his palm before pulling away, nodding.

"No name? Dear, dear, that must get confusing." She chuckled. "Very well, stranger."

[The Madet Legacy]

"Not really. It makes me different. It helps me stay away from other people, and helps me to not make any connections with anyone. You can call me 'stranger' but I garauntee that I'll have a different 'name' after I leave planet."

[Shara]

"No connections with anyone?" Shara arched a quizical eyebrow.

"Do you not get lonely?"

[The Madet Legacy]

"Not really. I live my life alone, and on the road, and that's the way I like it."

[Shara]

"All humans crave companionship sometimes. Prooven fact." She grinned quirkily.