Jyn wasn't as intimately acquainted - but on this, her first ever visit, she was quickly becoming disillusioned with all that was going on around her. Not the drinks or the drugs, as such, she knew that with all the uncertainty simmering throughout the galaxy, some places more palpable than others, people needed an outlet, a way to forget.
She was no stranger to under-the-table dealings, either. But it was different when it involved people's lives. Sure, she appeared innocuous enough, taking up as little space as possible in her little corner, bristling and snarling if anyone tried to show her interest, but she was keenly aware of what was going on around her ... which was more than she could say for some of the others visiting the bar that night.
One group in particular caught her eye, if only for how shadily some of the members were behaving, whispering amongst themselves, looking around as though they were scanning for anyone interested in their doings, and the one of them that was clearly weaving back and forth in his seat. Whatever motives the majority of the men at that table had, it wasn't good.
It wasn't any of her business, but when they stood up to move on, and she saw how markedly different the one was moving, she knew she couldn't sit back and do nothing. It wasn't her business, but she wasn't going to allow someone, even a stranger to get hurt in the ways that she knew he would without someone stepping in to assist.
She could be called a criminal, but she had never been heartless. So, as surreptitiously she could manage, she stood up, too, and followed. Luckily, the other patrons were busy with their own deals or dates or ... whatever else they were doing, so nobody paid her much attention.
It only took a moment of her peeking through the curtain and watching the assault for her to feel deep in her bones that she was doing the right thing. She said nothing as she stepped through the curtains, too, silent and full of rage as she tried to take them out as quickly as possible with punishing blows from her truncheons. She had a blade and a blaster, too, if need be, but as one after another fell before her, she didn't think they would be necessary.
All she heard as she dispatched one after the other until they all fell or ran was her heart pounding in her ears.
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Date: 2019-09-05 04:56 am (UTC)She was no stranger to under-the-table dealings, either. But it was different when it involved people's lives. Sure, she appeared innocuous enough, taking up as little space as possible in her little corner, bristling and snarling if anyone tried to show her interest, but she was keenly aware of what was going on around her ... which was more than she could say for some of the others visiting the bar that night.
One group in particular caught her eye, if only for how shadily some of the members were behaving, whispering amongst themselves, looking around as though they were scanning for anyone interested in their doings, and the one of them that was clearly weaving back and forth in his seat. Whatever motives the majority of the men at that table had, it wasn't good.
It wasn't any of her business, but when they stood up to move on, and she saw how markedly different the one was moving, she knew she couldn't sit back and do nothing. It wasn't her business, but she wasn't going to allow someone, even a stranger to get hurt in the ways that she knew he would without someone stepping in to assist.
She could be called a criminal, but she had never been heartless. So, as surreptitiously she could manage, she stood up, too, and followed. Luckily, the other patrons were busy with their own deals or dates or ... whatever else they were doing, so nobody paid her much attention.
It only took a moment of her peeking through the curtain and watching the assault for her to feel deep in her bones that she was doing the right thing. She said nothing as she stepped through the curtains, too, silent and full of rage as she tried to take them out as quickly as possible with punishing blows from her truncheons. She had a blade and a blaster, too, if need be, but as one after another fell before her, she didn't think they would be necessary.
All she heard as she dispatched one after the other until they all fell or ran was her heart pounding in her ears.