- OOC:
- Azariah - Caarite shop owner. No prior relationship. Glóin - Killik bartender. Owes Alex money. Everyone except for Glóin talks like Christopher Walken (because I can).
~Courscant, outdoor shopping center, upper balcony. Mid level of the planet. Three years prior to Alex's enlistment with the Stormtrooper Corps. Alex is out of prison on parole.~
Azariah Kyras, do you wish to partake in the consumption of Membrosia? clicked Glóin, a surviving Killik Membrosia Giver from the planet Alderaan.
"You know I can't, Glóin. How many times I gotta tell ya. we're working."
*A series of clicks from Glóin*
"Don't you get snippy with me! You were nothin when I found you, and you'll be nothin when i'm dead! heh? whadda ya say to that?"
*more clicks from Glóin* His body language and mannerisms change when he sees a man wearing a leather trench coat duck into an alley four kiosks down.
"What is it, Glóin?" The Caarite shopkeeper asked his long time friend. All kidding aside.
*A series of rapid clicking from Glóin*
"You need to slow down on that clickin. You owe
who money?"
Human. Male. Released yesterday. fifteen year sentence for incarceration. medium security prison, clicked Glóin.
The large and inviting smile that usually played across Az's face diminished as a pair of thugs exited an alley next to his kiosk. Without giving Az enough time to warn his friend, the two muscle men jumped Glóin, pinning the beings four chitinous arms behind his slender torso.
"This don't involve you, Caarite. Don't be a hero."
Az stopped short of a reply as a trench coated teenager with close cropped brown hair exited the same alley as the thugs.
"That's it boys. Hold him there, I wanna have a little chat with our insect friend here." The man told his crew. "You didn't think you'd see me for a very long time, did you Glóin." The man stated, and cut off the Killik mid-response. "You've had 7 years to come up with the credits. you never paid." cutting Glóin off mid-response again by raising a gauntlet encased hand. "See, some people might take offense to this...what's the word i'm looking for?"
"Blatant, boss." replied one of gang mambers.
Azariah couldn't help but imagine what this young man who couldn't be older than 17 had done to command such loyalty from his followers.
"yeah. blatant. thank you kindly, Mackie. Some people might take offense to this blatant" the teenager nodded to Mackie "disregard to proper protocol. But not me, see. Dead people can't pay up on debts."
Az watched, groping for a small blaster pistol he kept in his stall and after finding it, released it as Glóin visibly relaxed. Az anxiously awaited the leader's next move as a thought struck the Human.
"You know what. what the hell. Tony, Mackie, you know what to do."
As if rehearsed, the thugs replied in unison "sure thing, Boss" and threw the Killik over the balcony. Az stood stunned as his friend and co-owner of their bar 'The Pink Twi'lek' plummeted to near certain death. Blaster pistol forgotten, his trademark smile played broadly across his face as realization dawned on him that he now had soul ownership of the bar.
The young but brutal young man turned to Az, and said "it's a shame about your friend there."
"Not really, I hardly knew him." Az lied.
"Is this your establishment here?"
"It is now, actually. That slimy Killik was extorting money at 35% of my weekly take. But thanks to you kind and honorable gentlemen, I now have complete ownership of this ol' gal."
"huh. Complete ownership ya say? Well, we'll be makin' a few changes." The young man called over his shoulder as he walked to the balcony and leaning over slightly. A crowd was gathering below around the dead Killik's corpse, some looking up. "Unless you want to end up like your little friend down there, you'll be giving us 75% of your take to cover what he owed me. Got that...what did you say your name was again?"
"A-A-Azariah." Replied Az, shocked with disbelief at how fast his good fortunes had turned. The smile fading from his face, and slouching greatly. All remnants of his small victory gone like credit chips at one of the backroom Pazaak games Az ran in 'The Pink Twi'lek' after hours. "All right...Boss." Az added sardonically.
"All of this hard work today has stirred up a whopping thirst. What do you say to some drinks, boys? On our new business partner...uh...what's his name again. Forget about it. Not important." the young man said strolling past Az into the bar with his two goons.
"who the hell do you think you are?" Az called after the gang’s leader.
“Raven. Alexander Raven. Now stop asking questions and start pouring rounds of fire-water.” Alex called out the door over the shouts of his posse.
- OOC:
- The story ran a lot longer than I thought, I was just to into it to cut it prematurely. It's 4:00 A.M. right now and if need be I can crop it at a more reasonable hour. But come on, 838 words is a short story, and the majority of it is dialogue. again, if the need should arise, ill edit it Scarr. Thoughts on it as it is would be greatly appreciated, though.
