Teka Kenobi
Sep 1st, 2001, 04:31:07 PM
"50'000!!" The man shouted, building up his rage. His face had turned a bright red colour, his seemingly annoyed person was getting ready to burst out in a flash of bad temper. The store that the two were in, was a relatively well known one, in the small town on Corellia. It was filled with hover bikes, motor bikes, and parts and accessories for both. Behind the man sat a glass cabinet, filled with interesting helmets, some with skulls teeth, snakes, demons and other assorted evil markings. The barman was quite old, possibly in his 60's, and he had a grey moustache, that curled at the ends.
"I'll give you 30." Insisted the man on the other side of the counter. The argument had gone on for about two minutes so far, but the Jedi had stood his ground and kept his price of 15'000. The bike he wanted was possibly the best in the store, and in fact he was probably getting a good deal at 60. Teka sighed as he lifted his left arm just above the counter and held it there.
"Arrgghh!" The salesman hooked a right swing at Teka, that has been estimated and stopped, and with his other hand Teka pushed forward through the air, sending the man flying back into the shelves behind him. The glass shattered and it flew around and on top of the man, who slumped to the floor, too exhausted to get back up. The assortment of helmets had also managed to make their way out of the cabinet, several of them hitting the fallen shopkeeper and rolling under the counter towards Teka. One of them had rolled to his foot, which made Teka glance down at it. It was plain black, with a snake like image on the front that coiled into a ball, the head in the centre displaying its fangs. Teka bent down and picked it up, examining it further. The black visor could not be seen through the outside and it seemed that apart from the white snake, everything else was black. Reaching into his right pocket he took a handful of credit chits, and dropped them over the counter. He smiled and spoke to the man who seemed to unconscious.
”30’000. No more. No less. Good day…” He peered over the counter at the fallen man’s name tag and laughed quietly to himself. “…Ronchill
"I'll give you 30." Insisted the man on the other side of the counter. The argument had gone on for about two minutes so far, but the Jedi had stood his ground and kept his price of 15'000. The bike he wanted was possibly the best in the store, and in fact he was probably getting a good deal at 60. Teka sighed as he lifted his left arm just above the counter and held it there.
"Arrgghh!" The salesman hooked a right swing at Teka, that has been estimated and stopped, and with his other hand Teka pushed forward through the air, sending the man flying back into the shelves behind him. The glass shattered and it flew around and on top of the man, who slumped to the floor, too exhausted to get back up. The assortment of helmets had also managed to make their way out of the cabinet, several of them hitting the fallen shopkeeper and rolling under the counter towards Teka. One of them had rolled to his foot, which made Teka glance down at it. It was plain black, with a snake like image on the front that coiled into a ball, the head in the centre displaying its fangs. Teka bent down and picked it up, examining it further. The black visor could not be seen through the outside and it seemed that apart from the white snake, everything else was black. Reaching into his right pocket he took a handful of credit chits, and dropped them over the counter. He smiled and spoke to the man who seemed to unconscious.
”30’000. No more. No less. Good day…” He peered over the counter at the fallen man’s name tag and laughed quietly to himself. “…Ronchill