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[Prologue]
Your probably wondering how I got in this position...
"Ok, listen...if you have to kill me fine. But please don't do it on the docks...I hate the goddamned docks." Kaul Solimar took a deep breath of the permeating stench of fuel and waste that covered the docks. "Take me to the refugee sector for all I care just not the docks. Also, can't I stand up? execution style is a little much isn't it?"Your probably wondering how I got in this position...
Wearily a skinny Zabrak, Kazar, shook his head, "The boss said here. So its here, its nothing personal Kaul. It's just business."
Kaul rolled his eyes, "So whose going to know? The only people here are you and I..."
"And the three gamoreans the boss sent with me you idiot!" Kazar kicked Kaul in the back causing him to fall, "Look Kaul you were warned over and over. All you needed to do was nut up one time and grow a pair but you couldn't even do that."
"I can't do children. I can't do women. You know that. I was fine with hitting Gorge but I just couldn't grasp the point of rubbing them out as well."
"Your job isn't to grasp, Kaul, it's to enforce. You are actually pretty good at it too, except you can't go the full mile and finish the job." Kazar raised his blaster pistol and put it to the back of Kaul's head, "But I can Kaul...I can." He pulled the trigger.
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"I want everyone here when the Hutt's Trail closes. No excuses." That's what Kaul and his fellow Tower Gangers had been told. Thus, it caused Kaul some level of frustration when, an hour after the Hutt's Trail closed, he was still waiting for the glorious leader of the Tower Gangers, Iven Kalo, to arrive. Kaul raised his cup of Juma Juice and sipped slowly, savoring the taste. He put the cup down and then considered taking another, larger sip of the alcoholic liquid but decided against it. Whatever orders Iven had for them would most likely be carried out tonight and Kaul had no desire to be spinny while executing them, especially after his last job. At that thought Kaul changed his mind yet again and downed the entire cup of the greenish-yellow liquid.
That last job had been a complete botch. If he had just did as Iven asked and killed who he was told it would have all been fine but, for whatever reason, Kaul always seemed to be unable to take that final step. Women, children, he couldn't kill them. It's not even that he didn't want to, he did. However, whenever he got to that point he always ended up hesitating and eventually not being able to go through with the job. The problem with that was it made the entirety of the Tower Gangers look soft. If you couldn't pay and it happened continually there had to be reprisals. Of course you could just kill the debtor but then how would you get your money back? The answer was to hurt or kill the loved one, most often the wife and kids. Simple gangster economics and yet despite five years of running with the Tower Gangers he couldn't grasp it.
"Eh there stranger."
Kaul glanced to his right and saw a skinny Zabrak approach and sit next to him, "Kazar," nodding as he spoke. Kaul and Kazar went way back to when Kaul had first come to Nar Shaddaa. They started running with the Towers at the same time and had a sort of friendly rivalry with one another. It was possible, Kaul mused, the Zabrak had wanted to become friends but he wanted none of it. A drinking partner at times and a gun to cover the behind, thats what Kaul needed. It just happened to be that Kazar was the best man to cover your back.
Kazar grinned as he spoke, "I'd be careful with the Juma there, Kaul. You know that we are probably going after the Verts tonight."
"I'm aware," Kaul grunted, "It seems strange to bring everyone in though. I mean one hit squad would..."
"You want another drink over there Kaul," Dax the barkeep shouted over the sounds of chatter and gossip.
Kaul considered for a moment. He did want more but the Juma at the Hutt's Trail was strong and usually took some time to hit you, "Nah, I'm ok Dax but..."
"I hear that they've found the location of Gorge Morval," Kazar said in a falsely casual tone as he took a sip, "Apparently he's hiding out in the refugee sector," Kazar snickered.
"Actually Dax, I will have another drink, thanks." Kaul was going to need it. For over a little over a year now the Tower Gangers and the Vertical Syndicate had been engaging in all out gang warfare for control of the docks and the refugee sectors of New Vertica, the section of Nar Shaddaa that the Towers and Verts operated in. The Hutts technically controlled both gangs but believed a bit of competition was good to weed out weakness and complacency. This, however, went far beyond that. The war had become more and more brutal as both gangs went into deep cover to avoid being hit. The only targets had become the local shops and stores that were protected by either faction and, as a result, innocent shop owners began to be slaughtered by either side, en masse. Gorge Morval was the leader of the Verts and had been in hiding since he led a botched hit on Iven that, despite crippling his left arm, failed. The war simply escalated from there.
"Everyone quiet down. NOW!" Iven Kalo's voice pierced the dense chatter like a sword and it died down instantly. "Now listen up, I am sure, being the gossipy bastards you are that you've most likely heard the news. We've located Gorge Morval and he's in the refugee sector. Apparently he thought he could hide out in a local refugee house just outside the main camp of refugees. Now I think it goes without saying that if we can end him tonight we could well end the war!" There was a few woops and cheers, "However, we need to also defend our own locations at the same time as it could be a trap. So I am going to send the best hitters we have here for this one." Iven paused to take a sip of an unknown drink he had on a end table near where he spoke, "I also want everyone in that refugee house dead. Gorge has his family with him and I don't want to have to worry about either his wife or kid coming after me later. However, while we know of his family we don't actually know what they look like. So kill everyone in the refugee house, just to be sure. Ok boys listen up, these are the hitters I want on this: Tormund Zolroon....!"
Kaul sighed, "So now we're killing refugees."
"We'll kill whoever we're told Kaul. You know that," Kazar replied in a hushed and serious tone, "If you botch another job, especially one like this it may be you who has the hit out on him next."
"Kazar Alobanko!"
"Let's see if I'm even part of the hit squad," Kaul already knew he would be. He was one of the most able fighters among the Tower Gangers having been trained with a sword since his youth as well as learning much faster the ins and outs of street combat over the past half decade then the average ganger.
"Kaul Solimar!" Iven gave Kaul a dark stare, "Your on the team. But before you go I want you to come see me in the back."
Kaul put back what was left of his Juma juice and stood up wearily, he was not looking forward to this.
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