A boom and a crash came from the door ton the bar. Another crash and the loose door swung open and the body of an injured Junker came flying through. The Rogue Ashenhurst followed him in.
"Whadda mean ye ain't got me monies?! I wanted tha' cardamine to get a full load o' loot and all you git me is a fe' mangy scraps from the table o' those liberty dogs?!
"I, I, I'm sorry Ashenhurst sir! I didn't mean for this to happen! They double crossed me! All I have enough for is to keep my ship flying!"
"Don; cha mean ME ship flyin' matey? I dun like it wen people take me chash and then saunter off wit it in da sunset!" Ash kicked the Junker in the gut and he toppled over.
"Draw yer sword ye lazy git and figh' me like a man!" Ash Drew his long sabre from his side and brandished it.
The junker stood up, staggered and drew his sword painfully. "Avast ye!" Said Ashenhurst and was on him. SLASH, CLANG, SLASH! The Junkers sword fell out of his hand, broken and his pants fell down to his feet, the belt cut off and he stood their sheepishly in his boxers.
Ash was going to attack again and finish him off when a shot rang out and the Junker died. Wodgiss strod into the room with a smoking laser pistol. "I just sold his ship to dealer, we made twice as much as we would have investing in this fool's cardamine runs."
Ashenhurst glared at him for steraling his kill and sat at the bar. "Barkeep! The strongest thing ye got!"