And there he sat

[Darth Tak]

((In this thread I want Tyflos to be brought to the Jedi or the Sith (or the Bogan, or the etc etc, But it can be a thread of other sorts too)

And there he sat.

Coruscant was pretty much dead. He was on Nar Shaddaa. He just murdered some Gangsters. He was very hungry. He pondered. He 'looked around and saw a few interesting features, but not to worry. A tear went down his right eye. He missed his home. He could tell his family was alive... he could just tell somehow. He wished his family where dead. He really did.


It wasn't all that interesting. He was in an alleyway. He had stolen some Gangster's things too, but that was of no interest.
He wanted to be a part of something bigger than himself. He was sad.

 

[Darth Tak]

((No-one posted.... Come on! You know you want to!))

 

[Cassanova]

Nar Shadaa at night. So few places were able to match the cityscape's beauty and ferocity. It seemed to flow with such a careless and wild abandon. Then again, Jack knew first hand exactly how careless and ferocious this planet-city could be. He was responsible for a large portion of it's illegitimate on-goings, after all. Resting himself in a plush leather lounge facing a floor-to-ceiling window, was Jack Tamblyn. On occasion, he was referred to as the Cartel's right hand, but in truth he was more the Cartel's shotgun. Always ready to fire and cause huge amounts of damage to anyone or anything.

Breaking his relaxation was the gentle buzz of a comlink. Scooping it up, Jack listened to the voice, and groaned. A hefty swig of the alcohol remaining in his glass saw to its emptiness. Scooping up a fine designer label coat, Jack made certain he had his usual pistol on hand in addition to subtly using one foot to scratch his other leg – but in truth he was checking for his combat knife. Comfortable in his appearance, Jack flicked the collar of his coat up and left the hotel room.

A swift and gentle motion across his comlink created a connection to a man who shared the hotel with Jack – currently on the lowest floor gambling away whatever money he happened to have on him. “Mike, gear up. Some one has killed that crew we were talking about last week…. Uh huh… yeah… oh, and make sure you bring Tib. Meet you in the lobby in two.”

The elevator was ornate and clearly expensive, like the rest of the hotel, but such things were a regular occurrence for puplically accessible properties owned by the Hutt Cartel. There was never a shortage of cash that needed to be sunk into a material asset. The elevator was dubiously smooth, quiet – excepting of course the subtle upbeat swing jazz playing from the tiny speaker in the ceiling. The gentle ding! let Jack know that he had reached his floor. Awaiting him were Mike and Trib, two of the Hutt Cartel’s enforcers that had made a name for themselves as protection racketeers on Kuat. Jack put them to better use as hired muscle in much more glamorous places.

The trio stepped out into the cool night’s air, and Jack set about leading the group down a particular alley that ran alongside the casino, Calrissian Hall. One of the casino’s employees was waiting nearby for Jack’s arrival. “Mr. Tamblyn, these men were found like this only five minutes ago. Best guess puts them here under an hour ago.”

“Good work,” Jack patted the man on the shoulder. “Send a mop-up crew to be here in fifteen minutes. The last thing we need is another crime scene at the damn casino.” Jack took a moment to eye off the bodies dumped lazily in the alleyway, gently rolling them with his foot to better understand the journey to their current predicament. Sighing lazily, Jack lit up a cigarra and waited patiently for the crew to come and eliminate the mess.

 

[Darth Tak]

And then he heard some noise. His hearing much much better then the average. Voices. It was about 35 meters away from him.

"Five minu- (didn't hear) -Hour ago."
"Mop-up- (didn't hear) -amn Casino."

It may be trouble. No-one was ever picked up on his crimes. Then again, that was on Coruscant.
He scaled up the brick wall barely making a sound and peered over the (what he thought where) police. He hoped they didn't see him. The night didn't make a difference to Tyflos.

 

[Ultimatexerov2]

It was a mere rumor. A mere rumor which brought Iztan onto Naruto Shaddaa in search of supposedly precious jewels, only to be a false rumor. A tired sigh escaped his lips, his body sore from all the traveling. There was nothing he wanted more than to clean the grime off of his face or the mud out of his hair, but as with most planets he visited, there was no place of his own to call home here. Perhaps he would soon stumble upon a fountain or a some lake, though he doubted it. Walking through the quiet streets, he couldn't help but almost feel as if something bad would happen. He looked from side to side before noticing an alleyway, though of course it wouldn't be that simple.

His hazel eyes lingered over the man in the alleyway. He wasn't sure why, but this man simply gave him a bad feeling, almost like a dark omen. The shady character who wore clothes resembling the Sith's usual gothic style just stood out to him as trouble. He lingered only a bit longer before turning to walk off, stopping quickly as he spots something shiny in the small alleyway. Iztan looked over to the dark figure yet again, but decided he would take his chances as he moved over and slowly crouched by the object. It was then that Iztan noticed the blindfold on the man's face, but would not be easily swayed. Was he really blind or was it for show?

He gripped the small object, slowly lifting it up to his face so he wouldn't have to look away from the man, only to grow dissapointed to see a single credit chip. However, as Iztan started to stand up, a chill ran down his spine as his sword accidentally grinded against the ground, causing him to instantly stand up. Though he wasn't necessarily afraid, he wasn't willing to die in some godforsaken alley before his fortune was obtained. He moved his right hand to his sword's handle, just incase, as he started stepping back from the man. It was to great relief when he started to run off, Iztan releasing another sigh, this time of great relief.

 

[Cassanova]

It took a few minutes for the cleanup crew to arrive. A team of three men pulled up in an enclosed speeder, its windows darkened just enough so that you couldn’t see the nefarious contents of the rear cargo area. The men stepped out in disturbingly casual clothing and went about collecting the bodies one at a time. Taking a moment to pull one of the men aside, Jack slipped him a credit chit and spoke softly, “Take them to Frosty’s over in district seven. Tell him Jack’s left foot needed a new sock. You should be able to get at least a grand for each of ‘em.”

Body harvesting was a disturbingly profitable business on Nar Shadaa, one Jack had made quite a pretty penny supporting. He even sponsored the franchising of the type of business and saw to it that there was at least one place to sell dead bodies in each district. A small percentage of any profits made, of course, went directly to the Hutts.

“Tib, go with ‘em and help them unload,” Jack took another drag of his cigarra. “Mike, head to hotel security and report that its dealt with.” Giving orders was something Jack had become used to, and it wasn’t even a conscious affair anymore. He spoke, things were done, and it was that simple. It had been for nearly two decades now.

As the others all went about their business, returning to the Hotel, and departing in the speeder, Jack was left standing alone in the alleyway, finishing the last of his cigarra. The gentle red glow dying out as he dropped it to the wet permacrete. A finely handcrafted leather shoe pressed the butt into the ground, ensuring its end. Sighing heavily, Jack continued about his business, and began to walk out of the alleyway, headed back for the casino’s front door. The ornate golden bordered transparisteel doors swung open at Jack’s approach.

The soft scent of cleaned felt and whiskey wafted into his nostrils and Jack suddenly felt as though her were at home. Home as a hotel could ever be, of course. His eyes danced around the room watching the crowds for a moment. A woman having won a minor jackpot on some slots seemed to be ecstatic. She had only won two thousand credits, although by the look of her she had been sitting at the machine putting in at least double that.

To Jack’s left there was the dubious scent of a drunk as he was hauled out by security. Chuckling as only a cynic would with a grin, Jack turned and headed towards the elevators, deeming the night as a write-off. The mood to gamble unnecessarily hadn’t struck him, nor had the mood to start a fight with anyone. Best to head back to his room and keep the alcohol level in his bloodstream up, lest he get sober and end up a with a hangover.

The elevator ride was much more pleasant than usual, as he had the company of some fine young women who were clearly drunk and heading up to their room to pass out in various uncomfortable positions throughout their room. Throughout the ride up to their floor Jack found himself peppered with kisses and hugs, and had managed to let his hands wander a little. They offered him their room number, which he graciously accepted, then forgot the second the door closed behind them, Way too much work in that…

Once at his floor, Jack set about entering his room, hanging up his coat, pouring himself another drink, and settled back into his comfortable chair, resuming his assessment of the Nar Shadaa skyline.

 

[Darth Tak]

Not much happened.
It now seemed apparent that they where body-snatchers. Stealing HIS work. In HIS area. Only one thing could solve this. Death.

He jumped across the signs and poles to get from the building he was on to the room he 'saw' the guy was in. But you could not see him... He was right next to the easily-shatterable window. Everything ends.

With a quick sword to the window, Tyflos jumped in (like a boss AND like a ninja) shattering the glass. He readied his sword. "Those where my bodies. My work. My art. DIE!"
He took a professional fast vertical swipe at him.

((OOC=He can still be converted if he's calmed down. Either that or you get attacked by a Bat-Ninja (Coz Bats use Sonar, geddit?)))

 

[Ultimatexerov2]

Iztan merely walked away from the scene as cleanup arrived, having no interest in the dead or most of the living. He had to find new adventure, new riches to discover. It was obvious neither would be here.

 

[Darth Tak]

((Since Cassa was exited this thread and Ultimate did too, this is officially ended.))