#schlemicl

There were more of them in the camp than she’d anticipated, and it left her a bit overwhelmed; she fired shots between phases across the came, routing bruisers that towered over her but leaving herself open to the spray of bullets from every direction. A stray shot buried itself in her arm, stopping her in her tracks. In the blur of bullets and pain and adrenaline, she was barely able to pick up on the second shooter; someone else was picking off bandits, making way for her to get clear. She held the wound with her left hand, shooting with her right and making the necessary phases to keep herself moving, seeing only flashes of the dark figure fighting alongside her. When it was all over, she stooped to search pockets, looking for a hypo or any kind of bandage to dress her wound. The bullet would need to be removed, but for the time she just wanted to stop the bleeding. She caught a glimpse of shoes in her peripheral, and without looking up from her task, gave a friendly nod. 

“I wish I could say I had that under control. Thanks for the help.”

Pendles didn’t drink much, most alcohols burned everything it touched and the drinks that were safe for Roa’s all tasted like watered down milk. He definitely was apart of an intolerant race, which didn’t bug him much. Drinking was for those who had nothing to live for or weren’t going to live.

The assassin was actually in the bar on a job. His target? A black-clad woman in the back corner, sitting alone, glancing about the bar with worried eyes. Her name was Alla, Alla Stevens. According to his contractor, she had information that could bring down multiple companies across multiple planets. Pendles was actually curious as to what this information was and was half tempted to steal it for himself and lie about Alla having it.

Back to the matter at hand. It seemed like Alla was waiting for someone. He had to scare her out of the bar somehow, cause a scene that’d make her want to run. He could- Dammit! A male thrall had entered the establishment and sat across from the target. The roa hisses in frustration, taking a reluctant sip of his drink and fighting the urge to regurgitate it. It’d be a long wait, if he were to get her while she was alone. That’s okay, Pendles thought. I have no plans for tonight, I can wait for as long as it takes! He’d better get drinking though so he looked like he belonged.

Pendakka is about to take another drink when a bump against his table spills the drink on the tip of his nose. The snake snorts and shakes his head, glaring up with a bright orange eye.

Sha la la la la laDon't stop nowDon't try to hide it howYou want to kiss the fish 

bonus blushy out too cause i drew it on the side and it was cute??

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17) Throwing something at your muse