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Ron
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Ron
 
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  A God-forsaken Place
March 12, 2013 1:13:14 AM    View the profile of Ron 
"Many people, you know, regardless of their differing circumstances, have lived a good deal of time without something, only to discover that they have it years later to their great joy.  A young student studying at the Imperial College may go without understanding anything that he hears in lectures or reads in books, only to be intellectually awakened by a philosophic statement made by a drunk in a bar, years after his graduation.  A Captain of a ship could be searching for days in the untamed wilds of uncharted space, betting the lives of his entire crew on a crude map pointing to a cache of treasure that he found drawn on a napkin on the ground in a spaceport; only to stumble upon the place on his journey back home after he has given up.  A mother could lose her child in the great crowds that roam the streets of Coruscant, and amidst her tears, see him on a giant advertisement screen, searching for her as well in the city of cities with his great blue pixilated eyes.  It is a common coincidence.  It is a wonderful reassurance.  And it is something that I think you should really think about."

"So, what you're telling me is, you don't have it." 

"Well, no, that's not at all the point I was trying to make.  I mean, yes, I don't have it, but I don't think you're thinking about this right."

A short click proceeded the flickering on of the overhead light.  It's artificial rays revealed a tiny white room, with a small table in the center, with two chairs facing each other on either side of the table, with two men sitting in the chairs on either side of the table which were facing each other.  Both of the men in the room where in trouble.  The first man was in trouble with the other man in the room, and the other man in the room was in trouble with another man who was watching both of the men in the room from outside the room.  The man who was in the most trouble is our hero.  His name is...

"Captain Sovakas Ron." the man across the table said.  He was swiping his hand across a datapad as he spoke.  "Believe me, I would like nothing better than to do away with you and leave your body in the streets for the gutter rats to fuck and nest in."  He paused to flit back up on the datapad, as if he wanted to double check something.  Satisfied, he continued to swipe a lazy finger down again.  "But I'm a practical man.  And I know that it would be asking a lot of the rats."

"I agree, given that their normal nest of garbage and straw is less likely to gain the attention of their natural predators than my rotting body would be."  Ron replied.

Ron's response earned a look from the other man, who peered up from the datapad and rolled his eyes.  "Idiot." he said.  "We're not talking about rats."

"Aren't we?"  Ron said. 

"No."  he replied with a sneer.  The man set down the tablet on the table and leaned back in the chair.  He pulled out a small pack of cigarettes from his pocket, removed one of them and placed it in his mouth, and lit it. 

"We're talking about what you did with my client's order."

"Oh."  Ron said.  He inhaled sharply as the cigarette smoke drifted towards him.  Closing his eyes and exhaling, he opened them again to say, "Well I'm pretty sure I lost it."

"Yes, we know that."  the man said.  Gesturing with his arms to the walls of the room he continued, "that's why you're locked up in one of the greatest private prisons in the galaxy."  He stood up and picked up an ashtray from a side shelf and lightly tossed it on the center table before seating himself again.  "But what we want to know is," he tapped the butt of it over the ashtray, "Why did you lose it?"

"Why... I lost it?"  Ron asked.

"Sure."  the man replied.  He waved around his cigarette as he spoke, like a maestro with a baton, "People don't just lose things.  There's always a reason.  Usually it's because they're dumb fucks who can't help it, but we know that's not the case with you, Captain Sovakas Ron.  We know quite a bit about you."

"I bet you do."  Ron snorted in derision.

"So.  Why did you lose it."  the man said.

"That's generally what happens with bets."  Ron said.  "Someone wins something, and someone loses something."

"Gambling?"  The man said.

Ron shrugged.

"Who'd you lose it to?"  he asked.

"Myself."

Pointing a finger at Ron, the other man said, "Don't fuck with me, Ron.  I'll end this conversation.  This is the first consultation you've had in a long time, isn't it?  You'll eat, sleep, and shit in one six by six foot cell for the rest of your life if you keep this bullshit up."  He snuffed the cigarette in the ashtray and prepped another one.  "Who'd you lose it to?" He said through the butt of the cig."

"I bet for and against myself."  Ron said.  "I lost it to myself."

"Why the hell would you do that?"  the man said.

"Well they withdrew all the bettings from the losers and deposited it to where ever the winners wanted."

"I don't get it."  the man said.

Ron laughed and continued.  "I let them transfer it to any destination of my choosing."

The man snapped his head up at Ron.  The cigarette hung in his mouth like a corpse swinging from a yardarm.  "So where did you lose it to?"

Ron smiled.

The man got up and threw Ron down on the ground.  Pulling out a blaster pistol he shoved it into the side of Ron's head as he shouted, "Where the fuck did you send it to?"

A single syllable echoed out of Ron's mouth, it was the last word that the man with the gun expected, or wanted, to hear.

"Osk."

OOC:
Miss you fuckers.
Privateer Captain Sovakas Ron
    Osk Company, Fortunato
Exiled Acolyte of the Dark Jedi Order
Discharged Platoon Commander of Storm Platoon
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PROUD RECIPIENT OF THE CROSS OF ZAHN [CoZ] FOR EXCELLENCE IN WRITING, 2009 HSC
[This message has been edited by Ron (edited March 12, 2013 5:35:14 AM)]
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