Kyrr was intrigued. He thought for a moment, taking a swig from the new mug before answering. “What am I? I am a harbinger of justice, a deliverer of light in this dark universe. Wherever evil lurks, no matter how dark its lair, I will follow, to end its miserable existence. I am not merciful, because evil is not merciful. I am not forgiving, because evil is not forgiving. I am not kind, nor caring, nor gentle. I have no time for such things.”
He paused for a second, then chuckled quietly. His left arm flexed unconsciously. “You are curious of the nature of my arm; it was a gift, one I paid for ten-fold. I am still as human as you, in most ways. In others . . .” Kyrr trailed off, staring into the distance of a starfield that wasn't there. In other ways he was more Vong than human. Pain was a friend to him now, rather than a nuisance to be pushed aside. The Force was no longer a devout religion, but rather a companion in time of need. Many things had changed during his time with the Yuuzhan Vong. Many things . . . He shook off thoughts of the past; better to stay in the present.
“I am not offended. Without questions, how would we learn? It is ingrained into the instincts of all intelligent beings to question. Curiosity is not rudeness, it is the basis of sentience.” Kyrr's attention was caught momentarily by a brief ruckus at a table on the far side of the establishment. A huge, hulking giant of a man was roughly pulling a young woman by the arm, trying to force her to leave with him. The girl, probably about twenty standard years old, clearly did not want to go. Kyrr sighed. It was the same everywhere, he thought; there was always some drunken fool either too stubborn to see that his affections were not returned or just cruel enough not to care. This thick-browed cretin was the latter, he'd wager.
Normally he wouldn't bother with such a lowly upset, it was below him. But there was something about that girl . . . With a harshly muttered, “Excuse me for a moment,” to the woman in front of him, Kyrr dropped heavily from the tall stool and strode over. His long legs ate up the distance in a matter of seconds, and then he was there. Standing behind the giant, even his generous height dwarfed by this oversize brute, Kyrr spoke three quiet words, “Let her go.” With a surprised grunt, the man turned to face Kyrr, his large meaty hand still wrapped around the girl's arm. "Huh?"
“I'll only ask you once.” There was suddenly a chill in the air.
“Or what? 're you gonna trip me with your lil' footsies?” the man sneered, amidst appreciative chuckles from the surrounding tables.
“No, just this,” a smile came to Kyrr's gray-skinned face as, with a quick snap of his wrist, a slender cord-like shape unwrapped itself from his waist and scythed through the suddenly cold air. There was a soft thud as the drunken brute's arm hit the floor, and silence seemed to emanate from it for a moment. As quickly as it had appeared, the living staff re-assumed its dormant position at Kyrr's waist along with its twin with a soft whisper of movement. The frightened girl gasped, but didn't scream. The man whose limb had just been severed was not so quiet. His pained scream reverberated through the cantina, echoing loudly. The serpent-like amphistaff did not cauterize the wound as a lightsaber would, and so the shock was much worse. The giant of a man, now short one arm, fell to his knees, clasping the spurting stump.
"You should get a tourniquet for that." His objective met, Kyrr turned and made his way back to the bar, flipping a coin to Raava. “That should cover the damages.”
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