Post by saydrenkoth on Aug 20, 2007 5:53:34 GMT -5
A Walk on the Moonlight
CHAPTER 1
There was a mist in the air, the very touch of it cooling the skin as a lone figure made his way through the long, narrow alleyways. The twin moons were shining brightly this evening, creating shadows of nearly everything that the moonlight touched, including that of the lone figure that now seemed to be moving along as a hastened pace.
The lone figure finally stops, turning to and fro, making sure that they were not followed. Feeling confident that this was accomplished, he steps into the Low Down cantina, usually filled with patrons but now only a few sit at the bar this late at night, drinking away their cares, their dreams, their nightmares. As the figure steps inside, he nods to the barkeep who pulls out a bottle from under the bar, and pours a large glass of the thick, greenish liquid. The figure takes the drink and finds a darkened booth towards the back of the Cantina. A loud crash and equally loud grunts and squeals are heard from another part of the cantina. The figure turns to find the source of the noise, and finds a pair of Gamorreans as that source. The look, the SMELL, of their intoxication was blatantly obvious. By the looks of things they seem to have created a mess when in their enthusiasm they spilt their drinks.
A young Iridonian comes from the back of the Cantina with a mop to clean up the mess. The Gamorreans continue their grunting and squealing, giving the cleaning boy a look. As soon as the boy begins to clean up, one of the Gamorreans gives him a hard push, knocking him to the floor. The figure finishes his drink, waiting to see how things developed. The boy stands up but doesn’t say a word and continues the work he attempted to start. The other Gamorrean now gets into the act and pushes the boy down again. More squeals and grunts are heard from the two, their snouts leaking with what can only be described as ooze, falling on the floor where the boy is cleaning. The boy continues about his business, still saying nothing. The Gamorreans, looking as though they were annoyed, grab the boy from his neck.
“Let me go!” the boy shouts. The Gamorreans, seeing the fear in the boys eyes, continue to squeal and taunt the boy. One of them leans close to the young boy, and manages to speak in a very simple form of Galactic Basic.
“You fear us now. You come to our spot, disturb our fun. You need punishment”, one of them grunts.
The barkeeper, seeing this from the bar area, yells out to the Gamorreans.
“Hey! Leave the help alone! He’s just doing his job.”
“You stay out of business, or you lose your business. We bigshots of Vacheron Constant.”
The barkeep, his face suddenly going pale, simply turns away and begins to clean a mug that was already cleaned before.
The figure at this point, heard exactly what he wanted to hear. He picks up his drink, and walks over to the threesome.
“Excuse me but I believe the barkeeper ask you nicely to leave the staff alone. Now I would suggest you do as he says”, the stranger says as he takes another swig of his drink.
The Gamorreans, looking as though they have been insulted further, drop the boy and turn to the stranger. The boy takes the opportunity and runs off to the back, thanking his gods silently for getting him out of that mess.
“You need mind your own business stranger. Vacheron Constant run this town. We work for Constant. Boy was game for us. Now you are game.” The Gamorreans squeal and grunt loudly as they move closer to the stranger.
“Ohhhh…I get it. It’s a game. Well it so happens I’m in the mood for a game. It’s called which one of you little piggies will break first.”
Before the Gamorreans could react, the stranger was already on the move, tossing his drink to the face of the first Gamorrean, blinding him momentarily, then instantly pivots his left foot, and swings his right leg to the other Gamorrean, hitting him square in the jaw, knocking him over the table. Upon seeing the fray, the other patrons drunkenly make a break for it, some out the door, a few to another part of the Cantina, the barkeep hiding behind the bar counter. The first Gamorrean takes a few swings at the stranger, who dodges them cleanly. He then throws a pair of punches of his own to the Gamorrean’s midsection. The Gamorrean simply looks back, grunting menacingly.
“Ah crap”, was all the stranger muttered as the Gamorrean’s fist slams into his left cheek, sending him flying across the cantina, landing very hard on the floor. He staggers up quickly, just in time to see the two Gamorreams rushing him. He jumps and flips over the two brutes, while kicking them in the back using their momentum to send them crashing into another table, splintering it utterly.
The stranger lands on his feet, looking over to the two Gamorreans and slowly walks towards them. One of them suddenly stands, drawing a knife from their vest and lunges at the stranger. A sudden flash of white appears and arches through the air, crossing the path of the Gamorrean, and just as suddenly, his body collapses in a heap, sending their head rolling a few feet further away from the body. The stranger stands, and walks over to the other Gamorrean, who now looks absolutely petrified.
The stranger lowers his lightsaber toward the Gammorean’s head and leans in closer.
“Now, this is what happens when you are not polite. If you had listened, all of this could have been avoided and I would have continued to look for the information I needed elsewhere. But now since you’ve pointed out earlier that you are working for the very source that I seek, you are going to tell me everything you know. Right now. Or you will have a VERY long night…”
The Gamorrean stares at the white blade that is in front of his face, hesitating for a moment. But he finally manages to utter a few words. “What Jedi care for Constant business? Jedi not kill.”
“Oh I’m no Jedi, at least not in the sense that you are thinking. Your friend decided to make our conversation rather personal. I simply responded in my own way. Now, you can do yourself a favor and assist the Black Rain in neutralizing your boss, or you and I are going for a walk out in the moonlight and get VERY personal…”
CHAPTER 1
There was a mist in the air, the very touch of it cooling the skin as a lone figure made his way through the long, narrow alleyways. The twin moons were shining brightly this evening, creating shadows of nearly everything that the moonlight touched, including that of the lone figure that now seemed to be moving along as a hastened pace.
The lone figure finally stops, turning to and fro, making sure that they were not followed. Feeling confident that this was accomplished, he steps into the Low Down cantina, usually filled with patrons but now only a few sit at the bar this late at night, drinking away their cares, their dreams, their nightmares. As the figure steps inside, he nods to the barkeep who pulls out a bottle from under the bar, and pours a large glass of the thick, greenish liquid. The figure takes the drink and finds a darkened booth towards the back of the Cantina. A loud crash and equally loud grunts and squeals are heard from another part of the cantina. The figure turns to find the source of the noise, and finds a pair of Gamorreans as that source. The look, the SMELL, of their intoxication was blatantly obvious. By the looks of things they seem to have created a mess when in their enthusiasm they spilt their drinks.
A young Iridonian comes from the back of the Cantina with a mop to clean up the mess. The Gamorreans continue their grunting and squealing, giving the cleaning boy a look. As soon as the boy begins to clean up, one of the Gamorreans gives him a hard push, knocking him to the floor. The figure finishes his drink, waiting to see how things developed. The boy stands up but doesn’t say a word and continues the work he attempted to start. The other Gamorrean now gets into the act and pushes the boy down again. More squeals and grunts are heard from the two, their snouts leaking with what can only be described as ooze, falling on the floor where the boy is cleaning. The boy continues about his business, still saying nothing. The Gamorreans, looking as though they were annoyed, grab the boy from his neck.
“Let me go!” the boy shouts. The Gamorreans, seeing the fear in the boys eyes, continue to squeal and taunt the boy. One of them leans close to the young boy, and manages to speak in a very simple form of Galactic Basic.
“You fear us now. You come to our spot, disturb our fun. You need punishment”, one of them grunts.
The barkeeper, seeing this from the bar area, yells out to the Gamorreans.
“Hey! Leave the help alone! He’s just doing his job.”
“You stay out of business, or you lose your business. We bigshots of Vacheron Constant.”
The barkeep, his face suddenly going pale, simply turns away and begins to clean a mug that was already cleaned before.
The figure at this point, heard exactly what he wanted to hear. He picks up his drink, and walks over to the threesome.
“Excuse me but I believe the barkeeper ask you nicely to leave the staff alone. Now I would suggest you do as he says”, the stranger says as he takes another swig of his drink.
The Gamorreans, looking as though they have been insulted further, drop the boy and turn to the stranger. The boy takes the opportunity and runs off to the back, thanking his gods silently for getting him out of that mess.
“You need mind your own business stranger. Vacheron Constant run this town. We work for Constant. Boy was game for us. Now you are game.” The Gamorreans squeal and grunt loudly as they move closer to the stranger.
“Ohhhh…I get it. It’s a game. Well it so happens I’m in the mood for a game. It’s called which one of you little piggies will break first.”
Before the Gamorreans could react, the stranger was already on the move, tossing his drink to the face of the first Gamorrean, blinding him momentarily, then instantly pivots his left foot, and swings his right leg to the other Gamorrean, hitting him square in the jaw, knocking him over the table. Upon seeing the fray, the other patrons drunkenly make a break for it, some out the door, a few to another part of the Cantina, the barkeep hiding behind the bar counter. The first Gamorrean takes a few swings at the stranger, who dodges them cleanly. He then throws a pair of punches of his own to the Gamorrean’s midsection. The Gamorrean simply looks back, grunting menacingly.
“Ah crap”, was all the stranger muttered as the Gamorrean’s fist slams into his left cheek, sending him flying across the cantina, landing very hard on the floor. He staggers up quickly, just in time to see the two Gamorreams rushing him. He jumps and flips over the two brutes, while kicking them in the back using their momentum to send them crashing into another table, splintering it utterly.
The stranger lands on his feet, looking over to the two Gamorreans and slowly walks towards them. One of them suddenly stands, drawing a knife from their vest and lunges at the stranger. A sudden flash of white appears and arches through the air, crossing the path of the Gamorrean, and just as suddenly, his body collapses in a heap, sending their head rolling a few feet further away from the body. The stranger stands, and walks over to the other Gamorrean, who now looks absolutely petrified.
The stranger lowers his lightsaber toward the Gammorean’s head and leans in closer.
“Now, this is what happens when you are not polite. If you had listened, all of this could have been avoided and I would have continued to look for the information I needed elsewhere. But now since you’ve pointed out earlier that you are working for the very source that I seek, you are going to tell me everything you know. Right now. Or you will have a VERY long night…”
The Gamorrean stares at the white blade that is in front of his face, hesitating for a moment. But he finally manages to utter a few words. “What Jedi care for Constant business? Jedi not kill.”
“Oh I’m no Jedi, at least not in the sense that you are thinking. Your friend decided to make our conversation rather personal. I simply responded in my own way. Now, you can do yourself a favor and assist the Black Rain in neutralizing your boss, or you and I are going for a walk out in the moonlight and get VERY personal…”