After a few waters, a man drukenly stumbles into the bar. The bartender looks up, and points to him. "Hey, I thought I told you to get the hell out of here." He says.
"forget you pal, I ain't drunk," the man replies, in slurred speech.
He lifts up his shirt, removing a M410 pulse sidearm, aiming it at the bartender. The man who spoke to you earlier gets up and approaches the man, before being promptly pistol whipped. He drops to the ground, and the assailant's aim returns to the bartender.
Current inventory:
- M410 pulse sidearm
- 3x .65x.65 10rd pulse cartridges
- Invincium lined high voltage combat knife
- Data Exchange Device (DED)
- 112,672 Imperial Credits