The night air was harsh and unwelcoming as it breezed by carrying the smell of urine and alcohol along with gas and other mechanical smells that emanated from the dark and putrid corners of the Nar Shaddaa docks. Oddly however, this wasn't what was bothering the man in the gray cloak who was standing in the shadows trying his best not to be noticed. He had long grown used to the smell of Nar Shaddaa, but what he hadn't gotten use to was the silence of no one being around. From the very moment he had stepped onto the dock walkway, it seemed as though everyone had vanished, something that didn't happen on the planet of Nar Shaddaa much.
In fact, it was so rare that it could only mean one thing, his initial assessment had been correct, and now he was somebody's pray. At this thought, a smile brushed over his face. Bounty hunters, while not seeming all to mighty, could indeed surprise one from time to time with certain tricks one wouldn't expect...or at least one who wasn't attuned with the force.
Resting his hand on his saber, he knew staying here was about as useful as hiding behind a barrel. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if they had their eyes on him even now.
Stepping forward he let out a short breath of air and then began to walk slowly out into the open walkway of the docks. Immediately, a small round and red dot appeared on his chest moving in small circles above his heart. Running at this point was out of the question but he still had a few more tricks up his sleeve. They would have to wait though.
For now, he calmly put his knees on the ground and his hands behind his head. He hoped that whoever had put the bounty out had asked to receive him live instead of dead because if not, he had just given himself up completely.
Let's I'm wrong, he thought to himself as the red dot continued to circle.