Recent content by Beto Lorsoni

The sudden shift of tone and demeanor surprised Beto and he wasn't afraid -or skilled enough- not to let it show. "You don't move on anyone," he replied as he regained his composure and straightened his suit, "I'll do what you pay me for." There was this thing about soldiers and mobsters. They...

THEME SHIFT The rodian had weaseled in a datapad with crunched numbers and his fingers kept doing 'pop pop' as he kept nervously fidgeting. Beto was a bit more comfortable and ignored the 'no smoking' rule inside the shuttle to lit up one of his vanilla-scented cigarettes. "Used to grow...

STILL THE THEME Beto listened to the man with faked interest. Almost all known worlds had fish and after cooking them almost no one could separated polluted Corellian fish from a Mon Cal Striped Bluefin. Still, he understood he had a role to play here while in the company of civilians. Neither...

THEME <Signal Lost> the datapad's screen went to black as the aging mobster's hand went to rub his forehead. Apparently the Corellian Crime Families had made a deal with someone and sold them Beto's services as part of the package. "We still have that old safehouse in this district?" he asked...

Theme Coruscant, 147 ABY _________________________________ The Corellian whiskey didn't burn in his throat anymore. Calamari Seafood hadn't changed in three years, neither had the spice business in the back. Some time ago the Crymorah Syndicate figured owning the three-hundred levels below...

Beto returned his kyuzo petars back to his pocket as he watched Toni beat up the old scrapper. Apparently the army really didn't teach him anything. Still the same Toni he was twenty years ago. "We'll need to replace the doors and windows first," he said, pointed at an unhinged door and the...

Beto listened closely to Frantz' options after taking one of Tone's stims and let Frantz light it just as he did his brother's. He took long drags until he finally killed the half-finished stim by pressing it against the walls of their prospective new racket. "Us keeping this for longer than a...

"Okay, K-" Beto couldn't help but pause as he internally chuckled at his own joke. She had pronounced as it was a mere K, but he figured it was probably something like Kay. It naturally flowed.. or something, he studied accountancy with a minor in racketeering, not linguistics. As her stomach...

Having decided to not get in the way of the Coruscant Security Forces over something as minor as a kid displaying bladed weapons, Beto had continued his way to the elevator and benefited from the commotion going outside so he had the entire thing for himself. He smiled and took his pack of...

Beto climbed in the back of Frantz' speeder after first whistling loudly, "Lawyering pays this much?" he asked incrediously and made a face to Toni to tell his brother he was actualy impressed by their cousin. "I picked the wrong profession, after all" Not that he could do what Frantz could...

Beto was about to turn towards the elevators when he spotted a young girl carrying swords around as if it was the most ordinary thing in the galaxy. "Those real?" he asked, pointing one lazy finger towards them as he tried to take measure of the kid. "You're a bit young to be in a gang," he...

There was a comfort and calm professionalism in the conversation between Frantz and Beto, something the latter preferred as he exhaled smoke and let his tongue glide over the caf-bitterness that lingered in his mouth. All of which were things he had missed during his imprisonment and he had...

The cigarra on Beto's lips had a strange vanilla flavor to it. He hadn't paid attention when he bought them and while it definitely was something you had to get used to, somehow he had preferred smoking them over buying a new regular pack. He had taken the elevator up a thousand levels just to...

New Ryloth, eh? Beto smirked as that reminded him of the Twi'lek he'd been dating before he got busted. There weren't many species in the galaxy that knew greater mistreatment than them and yet they continued to thrive in the very industries they were enslaved to participate in for millennia...

Beto listened to his cousin's plan and instinctively nodded. "Locations look good," he said in an approving tone of voice. He knew that Frantz was new to this life and hadn't had the years of cooking up synthetic spice under his belt as he had. Still, it was nice that the lawyer actually shows...