Bodies in boxes

[Apollyon]

The day had been a shitty one to say the least, for ten years Azzo had transversed the Galaxy leaving a brutal trail of blood and death behind him. While to some the crimes he committed would seem like simple random murders that were unconnected for the most part save for six killings that were linked by a single organization, The Black Suns. The thirty-eight year old career criminal had recently cleared up a personal vendetta and now was dodging Bounty Hunters and Sun Assassins that sought to snuff him out for his slaying of their family members. However, that wasn’t the reason behind Azzo’s current spoiled mood, the ship he had stolen and used to move freely about the galaxy had been stolen by a group of scrappers, and he likely would never see it again. This combined with the Weequay that had been trying to sell him some low quality Spice while claiming his merchandise was the best quality on Nar Shaddaa. Half way through the one sided hour long conversation Azzo had marked the man for death.

“You know what, if it will shut you the **** up I’ll take a complimentary line and think about buying some of your Spice.” Azzo exclaimed as he turned to the Weequay.

A small smile appeared on the lipless aliens face as Azzo threw a handful of credits onto the counter of the Cantina. The barkeep shook his head as he gathered the currency as if he knew that the Weequay was about to get what was coming to him without question. After his tab had been taken care of Azzo exited the bar and walked around to a small alley where he would put into motion his plan.

“Are you ready for this?” The Weequay asked what he assumed would be his new client.

Azzo leaned against a wall in the alley across from a dumpster where he would leave the Weequay’s body to rot. “Could you not make it sound like you were going to **** me? I ain’t into that shit.” Azzo replied offhandedly.

The Weequay laughed as he turned his back to Azzo to prepare the line for him on the rim of the open dumpster. “Now after you try this line you have to buy the rest of the bag, we clear?” He asked absent mindedly as he busied himself with grinding the Spice into a fine powder.

As the Weequay prepared the narcotic for him Azzo pulled his gloves out from his pocket and slipped them on, he didn’t want some back alley slaying to be linked back to him through finger prints on the corpse or something after all. After this Azzo pulled out his knife and silently approached his prey. Azzo’s left arm swung under the Weequay’s own, his hand grasping the Weequay’s right shoulder and forcing the dealers arm up into the air in an uncomfortable position. The alien reacted instantly, reaching up with his right arm while he vainly tried to rip Azzo’s grasp on him off. Unfortunately for the Weequay, this act of desperation exposed his right flank, which was Azzo’s goal all along.

“What in the seven hells are you doi-“ The Weequay cried out, his voice quickly being cut out as Azzo jammed his knife viciously into the Weequay’s torso countless time.

The Weequay screamed out in agony before attempting to call out for help. This attempt would never be heard by another being as Azzo released his grip over the dealer and grasped his hair instead, viciously ripping his head back to expose the Weequay’s throat and cruelly slashing open the man’s neck with his knife. The Weequay’s eyes rolled around in his sockets as the terror of reality set in upon him, these were his final moments. The last thing the Weequay felt was Azzo hoisting his body over into the dumpster, the last thing he saw was Azzo’s calm face staring down at his bleeding form, and the last thing he heard before the dumpster’s lid slammed shut and he finally died was Azzo’s voice.

“Maybe that will shut you the hell up, by the way your Spice is shit.” Azzo taunted before slamming the lid of the dumpster shut.

Azzo cleaned the blood of the Weequay off of his knife on a piece of paper he found while walking back out of the alley. As he re-entered the cantina and retook his position at the bar he removed his gloves and placed both them and his blade back into his pocket. It was only then that he ordered himself another cheap drink and returned his mind to tracking down his ship and giving those scrappers the same treatment he had given the man that now rotted in the dumpster.

 

[Nor'baal]

It had not been a good day so far for Nor'baal Vesajilic Diori. Ever since he had gotten to this place, things had been going from bad to worse. First there had been that aweful case of the Weequay Gambler, who accused the Hutt of cheating at Cards. It didn't matter that he had been cheating, but pulling a gun our was just unneccisary. However, as was the way with things, it only got worse, for Nor'baal had flattened the stunted being with his tail, crushing it against the wall, and promtly leading to the Hutt being asked to leave the bar, by several men with heft looking guns.

He got the message.

Rounding the corner of the grotty bar, Nor'baal saw a shady looking man in the alley, closing the lid of a large box. <I won't ask, frankly I don't care.> he grumbled, as he continued towards the man.

 

[Apollyon]

<I won't ask, frankly I don't care.> A large Hutt stated as he rounded the corner to the alley just as Azzo had slammed the lid to the dumpster shut.

While Azzo wasn’t fluent in speaking Huttese, he understood the language quiet well, it came with the territory of being a gangster. Because of the presence of another living being Azzo didn’t bother cleaning his knife’s blade off instead he just flipped it back shut and placed it in his pocket. As the blade flicked back into the handle of the knife there was a small wet plop, the fresh blood of the Weequay splattered across Azzo’s gloved hand but he paid no heed to it and drew no attention to the green slick. Instead he simply stared down the Hutt, sizing him up and deciding if the alien had seen anything or not and if he should do anything or not. However, after a few seconds of silence Azzo shrugged off the thought of a second victim, not because he wasn’t sure he couldn’t kill the Hutt, but because he KNEW he couldn’t dispose of the body in a timely manner.

“Nothing to see here either, just doing the Cantina owner a favor by taking out some trash for the guy” Azzo replied, his voice was calm and indifferent, in Azzo’s mind he had done just that, taken out some sentient filth and disposed of it.

Unless the Hutt had anything else to say Azzo would simply step out of his way and allow the slug to pass by unhindered. After all, they had no quarrel and he hadn’t done anything to make Azzo want him dead, other than possibly being a witness to a murder but **** it. If the Hutt continued on, Azzo’s brown eyes would watch him and which direction he went in, if the gangster knew one thing it was Hutts always had credits and always needed jobs done and Azzo needed some credits bad.