A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away— For some reason, Obi-Wan Kenobi didn't come to this particular bar while looking for ship to take him and his shiny new Skywalker apprentice to Alderaan. The person at the bar irritating the hell out of the patrons and bartender alike is instead a tall blonde woman who could easily pass as Human if not for the cybernetic implants visible throughout the parts of her body that weren't concealed beneath her coat and clothes.
Someone gets a little too riled; someone always does— But there's no need to intervene.
The hand of the wrist that lands on her shoulder is broken with an audible snap, the woman issuing a cool, "You will keep your hands to yourself."
His companion doesn't heed her words and soon finds himself unconscious at her feet. One single press of her fingers to a tender spot between the man's neck and shoulder and he's out like a light.
She steps over his body, brushing past Chewbacca as she makes her way to a table near Han's.
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Someone gets a little too riled; someone always does— But there's no need to intervene.
The hand of the wrist that lands on her shoulder is broken with an audible snap, the woman issuing a cool, "You will keep your hands to yourself."
His companion doesn't heed her words and soon finds himself unconscious at her feet. One single press of her fingers to a tender spot between the man's neck and shoulder and he's out like a light.
She steps over his body, brushing past Chewbacca as she makes her way to a table near Han's.
No one follows her. Nobody dares.