"The name's Ibrahim al-Rashid. Most people just call me Rashid."
"So how's your luck been being a new Rogue an' all? You pop open any traders or Navy boys yet? Heheheh"
Keith just took up his empty cup, looking at it, thinking, then he turned to Rashid,
''Well Rashid, nice ta' meet ya 'en all. As for the question..well, no naval kills...though I did blow some trader foos' who thought they can get away without payin'...saw their ends quick...less money made though, most of 'em tryin' to run away 'en all.
''What about yo-''
A small metallic object comes outta nowhere, flying directly towards Keith and hitting him full on the head, the weight of the object almost making him faint. He quickly got himself together and stood up instantly, his muscles flexed, ready for a fight.
He spoke loudly, the whole bar hearing.
''And which one of you dang idiots wants me to bash their skulls into the freakin' wall !?''
Keith had been in fights his entire life, both as a kid, and even while in the Stars, they always got into fights with other bands, he had taken his time in the gym, and still went to one regularly, and along with his 'training', he was sure he could take out at least two of any Rogues that hit him with whatever it was.
