Ask Nar Shaddaa Distractions Up on Nar Shaddaa

[Tresshk]

Tresshk cheered and hollered with little care for his boisterous nature. The crowd was packed for the venue, as a dowutan and bulky cathar went at each other in the ring at the middle of the hazy cantina. Poor lighting, deathsticks, and alcohol hazed the senses of many in the crowd, but still most seemed smart enough to keep their distances. Though the place was packed and cheering with credits being waved around to each punch...the trandoshan found himself being the only one at his -albeit small- four seater table. If one wanted to catch a look at the fight, and from a pretty damned good seat, they’d have to have the guts and care to find themself in his company.

It didn’t help that the large male had already downed half a flagon of corellian ale, or that his razor-sharp teeth glinted in the low light of the shotty divebar. But no one came here for the atmosphere or mediocre drinks. They came here to see good, clean bloodsport. Anyone could step in the ring, and anyone could watch overconfident and perhaps a little too tipsy of their fellow patrons get the ever-living snot beaten out of them by a real fighter. It all made for good fun and big bets...and hey, the drinks weren’t half bad. That’s why they called this place the Fighting Chance. Cheesy, but it hd its charm. More simple-minded being could have their fun here as spectator or contenders, and the wiser of the crowd could at least enjoy a little action and wagering around said idiots.

“Come on, what’s the ooint of those claws if ya ain’t gonna use ‘em, kitty! Krssk...you’re losing me money!” Tresshk hollered, nearly knocking over his drink as the cathar ran into the slav of pure meat that was dowutan. He didn’t notice, nor did most anyone but the barkeep, as another figure made her way in through the door.

@Tulos

 

[Aska Ryun]

"So what did Deskar say when you asked for the night off?" As the pair of women made their way down the crowded walkway, Aska lit a cigarra as she asked the question to Quinri before offering her one from the pack. She had finally found the time to spend a night with the Togrutan and offered to show her what the night life of Nar Shaddaa had to offer them and she had found a little event that she was eager for the two of them to experience together.

"Ohhh, he was fine with it... At first," Quinri responded with a coy smirk and a side glance as she lit her own cigarra. Confused, Aska returned the look with a perplexed expression of her own.

"At first? What changed his mind? It can't be that big of a deal since you're here..."

"Well, when he found out I wanted the night off to hang out with you, the big guy got a bit... Let's say concerned for my well being," A hearty laugh escaped the young clone, smoke billowing from her mouth as she exhaled. Moving aside to allow a Bith sneak past her, Aska soon found herself walking alongside her friend once again.

"Well, that's fair I guess," She was unable to wipe the smile from her face now. It would be like Deskar to be protective of the young waitress he employed. He was the same way with her after all, though Quinri didn't find herself in the same trouble Aska frequently wound up in. "Especially with what I have planned," The Togrutan woman's expression went from playful to serious, and rightfully so.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, didn't you say you've always wanted to see some fights and you never found the chance?" Aska hardly was even able to finish the sentence before Quinri jumped in front of her, excitement drawn across her face.

"You found a FIGHT NIGHT?!"

"Sure did," Smiling, Aska pointed to a doorway tucked away in a dark alleyway. "A hole in the wall kind of place. They call it The Fighting Chance,"

"Then let's get in there! C'mon!"


The bar was dark and exceptionally crowded as the pair made their way in, smoke clouding the air as a Cathar and Dowutin brawled in a cage centered on a lower level of the bar. Species of every walk of life comingled the seating area, screaming bets and cheers as the two men beat the living shit out of one another. Aska and Quinri both struggled containing their excitement, though the Togrutan was by far more giddy.

"This is so exciting! Where should we sit?" she exclaimed loudly to be heard over the noise of the crowd. Scanning the bar, it became obvious that it was essentially standing room only aside from a small table directly ahead of the ring, a single occupant cheering loudly.

"I guess we could see if that Trandoshan will let us join him?" Aska suggested. Quinri nodded in agreement then leaned in towards the human woman's ear.

"You go see if he's cool with it, and I'll go get us some drinks!"

Quinri quickly darted off into the crowd to find the bar, leaving Aska alone in a sea of strangers. Still, she could handle herself in situations like this. The Togrutan wasn't like her, and Aska wasn't fond of her eagerness but she wasn't about to step on her toes. Instead, the young clone made her way to the table and tapped on the Trandoshan's shoulder.

"Hey pal, these seats empty or can a friend and I join you?"

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk let out a low crown as the dowutan got a clean blow to the cathar's face, making it rather clear who he had his money on. It seemed he also had enough focus on the fight, with a potential amount of alcohol to aid his distraction, not noticing the human woman stride up to his seat until her voice touched his ear, and those alien, amber eyes darted over to her. His hand also reached down to his hip, which was easy enough to guess that he had a gun under the table. The gaze of the trandoshan felt like piercing death, the gaze of a hunter determining whether or not he had prey, as those eyes traced up and down her body. However, he laid back in his chair then, raising his scaled brow.

"Hssk...You're a bold one, girl. Not afraid I'll bite your head off? Though I'm sure my mouth could be put to better use...tell your friend to get me a drink, and I'd be happy to have your company." Tresshk commented, his tone low but his voice raised so he could be heard above the crowd. His eyes trailed back behind her to the counter, catching the togruta quickly, able to pick her out fast and identify her as the 'friend', as the other new arrival. The trandoshan certainly seemed acclimated to his environment here, like he had taken a quick survey of tall the people around him, taking mental note of each of them and be able to pick apart the newcomer from there. It was a hunter's instinct, and a trained bounty hunter's skill. The large male then turned back to the fight, shaking his head.

"I don't know if you came for the entertainment, but the way this cat fights makes me doubt he could ever entertain a woman for a night. He's pathetic! Ssssk...COME ON, GET THOSE PAWS UP! Dumb mammal doesn't know how to defend at all..." Tresshk growled, throwing his long arms up with annoyance as he scowled towards the area. The cathar was now in the corner of the cage, the larger dowutan giving him jab after jab.

@Aska Ryun @Tulos

 

[Aska Ryun]

Despite the smoky atmosphere of the bar, the glowing yellow eyes of the Trandoshan cut through the haze like a lightsaber through silk as he finally turned his attention to Aska and her request. It didn't take long for her to notice the reaction of his slit-like pupils, the length of time for his vision to adjust to her arrival, that she was able to determine that this young lizard was already well in to his way with his night. Clearly, the half drained pint on his table was not the first of the evening and if the young clone's history of meeting new acquaintances held to the usual standard, it was far from his last.

"Bold, am I?" Aska laughed as she pulled one of the chairs out from the table before seating herself. "You don't look that scary, pal," Smiling, Aska pulled her pack of cigarras from her jacket pocket and removed one before setting the pack down on the table, motioning for the Trandoshan to have one if he so chose. Turning her attention to the fight, it became evident that the Cathar male had bitten off more than he could chew as his opponent began landing punch after punch, a freshly opened wound along the side of the feline muzzle spraying blood along the edge of the pit and into the audience, a few specks landing at her feet.

"I don't know if you came for the entertainment, but the way this cat fights makes me doubt he could ever entertain a woman for a night. He's pathetic! Ssssk...COME ON, GET THOSE PAWS UP! Dumb mammal doesn't know how to defend at all..."

Rolling her eyes, Aska lit the cigarra in her lips then proceeded to toss the igniter beside the pack on the table. "Most men are pretty pathetic, yep," Shooting the Trandoshan a side glance, the woman smirked slightly. "You're right, though. Leaving yourself exposed like he is? He needs to put some ground between him and the Dowutin to recollect and then utilize the fact that he's faster instead of hoping to over power him. Float like a glow bug, sting like a blisterbug... Or something like that,"

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

The trandoshan glanced back to her as she seemed belittle his intimidation factor, but rather than look offended or angered, he just seemed perplexed. Glancing down to his mug then, he pressed it aside for the moment as he grabbed a cigarra and placed it to his maw. He lit it with on hand, it clearly not his first as the added to the smoke-filled atmosphere. He let out a small grunt, and then chuckled, shaking his head.

"I suppossse you're right on that. Seen worse than me, have ya? Hehssk, I guess I can't be uglier than the dowutan...or the cathar, after what the dowutan's doing to him. Know how to fight then? The owner encourages 'audience participasssion', you know. Or, well...the -crowd- encourages it, Bolthas over there just allowss it." Tresshk said, seeming to calm himself a bit as he was quickly taking more interest in this sudden arrival than in what he saw was a disgrace of a fight. She would see as he nodded up then to the upper ring of the bar, a much more stoic lot watching the match from above. Stoic compared to the street farers below, wearing what could be surmised as the clothes of a thrift-shop noble, rather than the rags and labor uniforms of the crowd that Aska and Tresshk were sitting amongst. They seemed much less boisterous, and their drinks were a little more kosher, showing some bit of wealth. Among them was a middle-aged human missing an eye, with greyed, short-cut hair, who was watching the fight with the same stern expression. The others were mingling and talking amongst themselves, all seeming to be older and covered in their own scars. Past fighters, perhaps, but one thing was clear; they had money, and it probably wasn't legitimate. Whose was on Nar Shaddaa?

"So, that your lady friend then? She seemsss cute, you scored well." Tresshk said as he nodded over to the young togruta at the bar, who seemed to have struck up a little bit of conversation with a bar tender that wasn't quite as interested. The trandoshan looked up towards a clock on the wall then, the time close to the hour, seeming quite interested in it as he checked his own watch connected to a control pad gauntlet. He puffed another breath of the cigarra, and then glanced back at the human-seeming woman.

"Care to give me a name? Hssk. They call me Tresshk." He mentioned then, extended a long-limbed hand across the table to her, it able to reach impressively far. The hand had three large fingers, each ended with a sharp claw, the hand big enough to dwarf her own but he was still offering the shake.

@Aska Ryun @Tulos

 

[Aska Ryun]

Scanning the upper levels of the bar, a section she had been entirely oblivious too since she and Quinri had entered, Aska spotted the man that the Trandoshan had singled out. An older gentleman who's demeaner established that he was a cut above the standard society and as well, more noticeably, a cybernetic eye that proclaimed the wealth he possessed. This 'Bolthas' watched the fighters with such intense focus that it almost begged the point that he had entirely tuned out his surroundings, an enviable feat in such a jam packed environment as The Fighter's Chance. One may ponder what it would take to attain such a high level of status, but all Aska could wonder was where he left his other eye.

"I'm no stranger to sore knuckles, no," Aska finally replied as she turned back to the Trandoshan and the fight ahead. The Cathar had managed to get back on to his feet at this point, but she was unsure he'd stay standing much longer as he shuffled away from the Dowutan that had all but defeated the younger foe. Just as Aska prepared to follow up her statement, the Trandoshan interjected with a comment on her companion. An expression of surprise crossed her face that he had been able to narrow her out of the crowded bar despite never meeting them before. Normally, she wouldn't be able to help but be suspicious of his knowledge of the pair but from what she had been taught of Trandoshans, they were incredibly adept hunters with many senses that surpassed her own. Dismissing it as him possibly just smelling her scent, Aska leaned back in her chair as she turned her attention to the Togrutan. It was no surprise seeing her becoming chummy with the clientele and staff wherever she went but in such a down ridden environment, even by Nar Shaddaa standards, Aska wished she would just hurry back. Besides, she was getting thirsty. "Scored well?" Aska laughed. "I suppose anything is possible," Curiosity got the better of the young woman as she spoke, observing the Trandoshan taking a keen interest in the time.

Looking to the out reached hand of the Trandoshan as he introduced himself as Tresshk, Aska took it in her own. "Tresshk," she repeated. Not out of intention of affirming she heard, but to say it for herself and experience how it rolled off the tongue. "I'm Aska," Pulling her hand back, she proceeded to point at the control gauntlet Tresshk wore. "Seems you're waiting for someone? Or something?"

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

“Definitely not someone, but hey, you know what I sssaid about audience participation, right? Hehehssk...Yoursss truly may be up next. If you want to make some money, maybe buy yourself a nice night on the town, put some good credits on me. Can you believe they’re giving the dowutin twenty to one oddsss? Just because he’s undefeated! Though if you’re not a bettin’ girl, I’m sssure I could sway your cute entourage into giving me a chance.” Tresshk said as he stood up, beginning to stretch his long limbs out and twist his torso some, loosening up. He then sneered in thought as he bent over, his mind seeming to be on the fight. Touching his toes, the male seemed to have no care that he was showing off his round rump to the annoyed audience members behind him.

“Ya know, I’d give this guy another minute at mosst, so I need to ssstart getting ready. Thanks for the cigarra, I’ll make this fight for you and the togruta. Well, that and my debt and tab...Ha! Maybe I’ll make enough to get off this missserable moon.” Tresshk said as he came back up and stretched his back, his long arms up in the air, turning to Aska and giving her a slightly flirty wink, but it was more so just playful.

“Aska...I like that. I like a lot about you already, so maybe we sshouldn’t talk much more, before you ruin it.” Tresshk laughed then, seeming to know his position fully well. He knew he was an oddball, a bit of a freak, and quite plainly...a trandoshan. Women didn’t go for guys like him, and what did he care? That’s what money was for, then plenty would look past his flaws. Unfortunately, he didn’t really have money for several reasons, this being one. Besides...in the end, he’d probably be dead long before he had a chance to settle down, if he ever truly cared about such a thought as ‘settling down’. The Black Sun came first, and it would also likely be what came last. Tresshk had accepted that some time ago, but it also meant he had nothing to hold back. He was a dead man walking, so why hold back from any of his fun?

@Aska Ryun @Tulos

 

[Aska Ryun]

Every word that came out of Tresshk's mouth was a roller coaster. Each comment made Aska want to turn him into a new pair of boots yet at the same time she couldn't help but chuckle at his demeanor. If there was something that could be said about the young reptile, he had confidence.

"Maybe I will put some credits on you, but you better not let me down or your bar tab will be the least of your concerns," Aska replied as she pulled the cigarra from her mouth, flicking the ash to the floor while giving the Trandoshan a casual salute, smirking slightly. As Tresshk made his way to the entrance on the opposite side of the ring, Aska kicked her feet up on to the table and watched as the Cathar leapt towards the Dowutin only to catch a downward haymaker to the top of his head. Laying limp on the floor of the platform, two droids rushed in and began loading the unconscious fighter onto a hover-board to bring him out into the crowd, while a male Twi'lek approached the Dowutin and lifted his hand into the air while the surrounding crowd erupted in both cheers and cries of an unfair fight.

"Victorious ONCE AGAIN..... Mur'Wisan! But this isn't the last taste our reigning champion is going to give you all this evening! No! You all know how we like to end our events! Anyone from the crowd can take a crack in the ring! Anyone can walk away.... with GLORY!"

As the Twi'lek cried out to the crowd with his megaphone, Quinri had finally made her way over from the bar and sat herself at Aska's side before sliding a pint glass towards her, laughing as she did so.

"That fight was wild! Do you think that Cathar is going to be alright?" Quinri asked, though the beaming smile on her lips told Aska she didn't really care too much. "And what happened to your new friend? Scare him off already?"

"Not at all," Aska replied as she picked up her drink, pointing in Tresshk's direction with a nod of her head before glancing over her shoulder to see a middle aged Pantoran man keeping track of the bets being placed. "Hey bookie!" she called out, getting the man's attention. "Hundred credits on the lizard!" Nodding, the Pantoran began typing into his datacard before glancing back over to Aska.

"Which one?" he laughed.

"The new one,"

"... and only one of you here tonight has the courage! The confidence! The AUDACITY.... to step in a ring with our Champion! You don't know him, you don't love him... TREEEEEEESSHK!!!"

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

As the cathar went down flat, the man above gave simple nod, as if every read he had of the fight had gone as he predicted. That mechanical eye stared sternly at the ring, at the unmoving cathar, and only once the fight was called by the bombastic announcer did Bolthas reach for his drink of corellian wine, leaning back in his chair. He then glanced to the clock as well, before his gaze went to the trandoshan approaching the ring, yet his expression didn't change one bit as he leaned back forward, his mouth covered by his entwined finger out in front of him.

When Aska called the bookie forward, the chadra-fan behind her began to laugh aloud as she fell back in her chair that she had to stand on to get a view of the ring. Making her way back up, she leaned against the back of the seat and gave Aska and the togruta a look that the clone would likely have seen many times...the look of someone who thought she was ignorant at best, and defective at worst...

"You really gonna bet on the lizzie? Let him swoon you with that melodic voice, did ya? Hehehe! Ain't nobody beat Murry the Giant. You see, you lose. You lose, I win!" The small creature chittered out before going into another laughing fit as Tresshk stepped into the ring. As much as the announcer really had it in him to really sell his delivery, the ecstatic introduction got the newfound trandoshan a few claps at most from the crowd. Maybe there was at least some respect from these fans of violence...respect for the dead is what seemed to be in the thoughts of the audience, making them more of pity claps. And yet Tresshk was beaming from cheek to cheek, a grin that certainly made him look all the more wicked, eating up what little attention he got. Something had him in a good mood.

"Very well then, we're all rootin' for ya kid...But you know who's rooting against you? The residing Fighting Chance Champion, the one who needs no introduction, the one who wants me to stop talking so he can just PUMMEL you already! The indomitable, the incredulous, the biggest chin horns on the dark side of the Smuggler's Moon....MUUUUUUUR'WISAAAAAAN!" The announcer let out, and the crowd erupted again wish clinking mugs and credits waving in the air. The large dowutin only grinned, having no words as he stomped forward, putting his hands into fists and then stretching the chubby fingers out readily. Tresshk was a pretty intimidating specimen at six feet tall and six inches, and a low reach with those arms. It hardly compared to the nine-foot monster before him, and yet he kept that incredibly genuine grin across his scaly lips. The clock was getting closer to the hour, only minutes away, and Bolthas had his eyes on it, until the bell rang...and the announcer was quick to get out of the ring. Bolthas's eyes shot back to the competition before him, watching almost unblinkingly, wanting to see what was in store...

Mur'Wisan waved for Tresshk to come at him, and the trandoshan quickly obliged, running forward at full force. Mur'Wisan stood his ground with a confident grin, seeming to want to prove a point, but as the trandoshan lunged forward in a tackle, the force of his shoulder hitting into the huge alien made his eyes go wide and stumble back, keeling over a little. Tresshk stood back with a grin and a readied lightness to his step, as Mur'Wisan looked up with an unamused look. He was scowling hard, and ready to take the audience's contender seriously now. No, not just seriously...he wanted to HURT the trandoshan, bad. Looking back to the clock for a moment, he then growled and ran at Tresshk, his arms wide to try and grab the male. His movements were sloppy, indicative of a large man who never had to learn much to win a fight, who had just gotten the basics and let his size do the rest. Instead of running like Mur'Wisan had thought, Tresshk ran forward and met him head on. He ducked the swipes of those thick arms and came up with his elbow. He feigned the hit on the chin, seeming to know full well that the thick bone would beat out his elbow. He then brought his strike back down on the back of Mur'Wisan's head, leading him to keep stumbling forward until he fell.

Aska would notice the fluid and controlled movements, it was the sign of precise training. She may have surmised he was a bounty hunter, but he was more than that, more than just some big alien who could wield a gun. He was a FIGHTER, a brawler, and he knew what he was doing. Well...to some extent, at least, as he waved his arms to the crowd and he actually got a few responsive cries. It seemed to go to his head some as he looked right to Aska and Quinri and gave the two a look. That look was swept away when the dowutin turned over and kicked Tresshk's legs out, making him hit the mat hard, reminding him there was still plenty of fight ahead. Sure, he could know his stuff, but Mur'Wisan hadn't gotten this far by knowing -nothing- about fighting, and size advantage would go a long ways. Both fighters got back up, facing each other, all under the watchful gaze of an older man that was now showing some actual intrigue.

@Aska Ryun @Tulos

 

[Aska Ryun]

The crowd of the bar began to light up as the announcer continued his opening speech that would lead to the first round but even as the roar of cheering filled the smoke filled cantina, the tiny Chadra Fan woman behind Aska and Quinri caught her attention. Turning to face the bipedal rodent, Aska laid her left arm across the back of her chair and smiled at the instigator before motioning for her to come closer. Clearly intoxicated, the Chadra Fan descended from the chair and made her way over to the pair of women with an expression of arrogant superiority despite her small stature.

"You heard me, girlie! You're gonna lose that bet!" the Chadra proclaimed, staggering slightly as she spoke. Watching silently, Quinri observed Aska's body language before leaning back in her chair with a coy smile. She knew what was coming.

"Maybe before you speak to someone you don't know in a joint like this, consider the possibility that they won't appreciate what you have to say," Aska remained confident as she spoke with an innocent grin looking over her left shoulder at the creature though beneath the table, Quinri could hear her cracking the knuckles of her right hand.

"....The indomitable, the incredulous, the biggest chin horns on the dark side of the Smuggler's Moon....MUUUUUUUR'WISAAAAAAN!"

"Awww, she's sensitive," The Chadra continued with a squeaky laugh. "You ain't in the right place if words hurt ya, gi-"

*CRACK*

The Chadra woman hit the ground, knocked out cold, as Aska rubbed the back of her right hand. Swinging with full momentum from watching over her left shoulder, the back hand delivered to her chin was given with force. Laughter erupted from a nearby table of Weequay who had observed the incident. Quinri, however, appeared less amused.

"She was half your size..." Though her tone implied condescension, the grin never left Quinri's face. Mirroring the smile, Aska leaned back in her seat in time for the fight to begin.

"Little in body, big in attitude. She deserved it," Aska replied smugly though it only received an eye roll from the Togrutan. Turning their attention back to the ring, Aska watched as Tresshk ducked under the swinging arms of Mur'Wisan before delivering a shot to the back of his head that sent the gargantuan Dowutin to his knees. Impressed, Aska pulled another cigarra from her pack and lit it. Seems Tresshk was more than just a standard bar patron after all...

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

It certainly seemed no one else in the venue really noticed the chadra-fan go down other than the the table behind the two, and they certainly didn’t care. It was only moments before their attention was back to the ring.

Currently Tresshk was keeping space, but it was clear in his eyes that he was fighting against his own eagerness. He wanted to get close and personal with the big lug, even though it would play to Mur’Wisan’s benefit more than his own. He was far more limber, and likely in much better shape. It was finally the dowutin that charged again, giving Tresshk the advantage of responding to the advance. He was quick to kick out at Mur’Wisan’s knee, stifling the charge and giving him a hard hit to the practical wall of flesh that was his belly. The next hit however was an uppercut placed right under the chin, just avoiding the boney horns and sending him stumbling back. With that, Tresshk went on the offensive.

Jab after jab hit the same spot his stomach as he would push him back further, still stumbling before Tresshk jumped up and planted a dropkick to square to the chest, finally toppling the man. The trandoshan leapt on top of his competitor, starting to whale blow after blow over his face, drawing blood now before Mur’Wisan finally retaliated with a right hook, striking Tresshk square in the jaw. It almost looked like enough to fear he would drop from the one hit...but he only turned back and kept up his assault. Finally Mur’Wisan gripped into Tresshk’s onepiece taksuit, throwing him back and getting up, growling with real anger and frustration now.

He charged once more, and Tresshk went to fade low but got caught by a left swing into his gut, throwing him back into the ropes hard from the one punch, making him bounce back while he was dazed into an arm sickle, flipping the trandoshan into the air to land flat on his back. The trandoshan hissed out in pain, but rolled over, getting to his feat, holding and shaking his head as the huge opponent approached. He may bace been bleeding from
His nose. But it still seemed clear that if they were trading blows, one could dish out more than the other.

@Aska Ryun @Tulos

 

[Aska Ryun]

As the fight dragged on, Aska couldn't help but wonder if she had made the right choice in placing the bet on the young Trandoshan. As the two combatants traded blow for blow, the violent dance between them seemingly switched the inevitable outcome time and time again. Still, Tresshk seemed to know where his strengths lied and was able to avoid any truly incapacitating damage as the two men continued to swing for the stars.

"Not bad, hey?!" Quinri called out over the cheering crowd as she lifted her pint to her lips. "This Trandoshan definitely is exceeding everyones exprectations I think!" Aska couldn't disagree. At a first impression, one would likely expect the smaller man to be dropped within the first moments of the starting round, though as the fight dragged on, neither man showed any signs of slowing down. Glancing upwards to the balcony, Aska caught a glance of the old man with the cybernetic eye as he watched the fight intently, whispering to a Nikto aide at his side. Listening intently, the Nikto gave a quick bow and disappeared from Bolthas' side.

"It seems we aren't the only ones who think so," Aska responded, though now her attention remained on the balcony instead of turning back to the fight or her companion. "I have... I have a bad feeling about this. I think we should get going, Quinn,"

@Rorren ((sorry about the wait brother))

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk seemed to be keeping his distance and dodging the swings of the large alien before he would give that wide belly two hard jabs. His eyes kept glancing over to the clock, and even the ever watchful man above glanced over to the time. This glance was with his real eye, which then seemed to catch he was being watched himself, and the cold, silver eye looked back down to Aska. He muttered something else, and the farghul to his left rolled her eyes, as if annoyed she was getting pulled away from the fight. However, she stood up, striding off and away. Bolthas gave Aska one last look, before he stared back to the fight.

“C’mon, you big lug! Sssk...The people here came for a fight!” Tresshk hissed out, only to get grabbed up and thrown back unto the corner. The dowutin was on him quick, swinging and landing some hard body blows, leaving the trandoshan to cough up blood onto the mat before he got pulled up into a chokehold. It seemed that would be it from the trandoshan....

And then the clock struck the hour.

An alarm began to emit from the speakers, but it was swamped over by the roar of the crowd as a sign under the clock flashed in neon light: “Happy Hour”.

Tresshk then sunk he’s teeth into the dowutin’s forearm, and with a roar the large male keeled back, stumbling and losing his grip. Tresshk pulled away as he turned and raked with his claws, leaving three bleeding scratches along the dowutin’s belly. It seemed this was no-holds-bar now...they may not even need to worry about their lethality, as the dowutin charged and swung his chin in an attempt to gore with his chin horns. The backswing hit Tresshk across the jaw, sending him back as a tooth flew free from his mouth.

“He yours? The trandoshan, you own him?” Aska would suddenly hear from behind her, a rather limber and admittedly attractive farghul having approached their table. She didn’t yet take a seat, rather placing her arms on the table as she leaned over it, not caring one bit of how much she flaunted herself.

@Aska Ryun @Tulos

 

[Aska Ryun]

"We should leave? Now?" Quinri replied with a look of disbelief. "Why?" Aska could tell the young Togrutan was enjoying herself in the dank bar as the two combatants continued to smash each other in the ring, the cheering and screaming of the crowd proving to be an alluring element to herself as well. Still, the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand on end. There was something about this Bolthas character in the upper stands that wasn't sitting right with her and while she couldn't exactly place a finger on what it was without an opportunity to meet this man, she wasn't exactly prepared to find out. This was supposed to be a relaxing evening out with her friend but every instinct she had declared they were walking into something far more... strenuous.

"The sooner the bett-"

"He yours? The Trandoshan, you own him?"

Looking up to the Farghul woman who had interrupted her, Aska allowed herself to sit back down in the chair she had begun to push herself up from. Looking over to her companion, she saw the confusion that had occupied Quinri dissipate and was soon replaced by genuine concern. Shooting the Togrutan an 'I told you so,' stare, the human woman turned her attention back to the new comer.

"That guy?" Aska pointed with her thumb over her shoulder to the continuing fight between Tresshk and Mur'Wisan. "Nah, lizards aren't exactly my type of servant. I like 'em leaner and meaner," Leaning back in her seat to attempt to appear calm and collected, Aska laid her left arm across the back of the chair while leaving her right arm set comfortably on the armrest though at the side of her hip, her hand hovered over the SE-45 sitting patiently in it's holster. "Why? What is it you want with him?"

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

"The Boss is interested in him, and the fact you bet so much. Though I don't care either way...I still think he's getting his ass kicked. But regardless, if he ain't yours...curious fact is that he's -somebody's-. He's registered as a slave, but his ownership is redacted, and there's no warrant out for him. Seems we have a free roamer, and the Man is interested in buying." The farghul spoke, checking her sharp nails as she spoke casually. She then reached over and pulled herself up the chair that the chandra-fan had lost when she'd been taken out cold. She took a seat among the two, perhaps not fully believing that there was no connection.

"He likes to find people good stock, and every now and then a promising piece of meat finds its way into The Fighting Chance. I still think he'll be dead in the next five minutes...Heh, funny we call it happy hour when it's rare anyone really wants to step in after the first person is mauled. But it makes for good fun and a jump in bets." She smirked as she leaned back in the chair and folded her arms across her midriff. However, as she looked back up and to the fight, her sharp grin fading as she watched the trandoshan jump up and land a hard kick across Mur'Wisan's face, sending the huge man stumbling back. With a bit of a scowl the female looked back to Aska, seeming to identify her as the one in charge and ignoring her togruta companion.

"You can save him now if you sell him. We'll give the champion the signal, and this'll end quick and clean. Otherwise he's as good as my new scale-hide purse, understood?" She seemed urgent in trying to get Aska to drop the fight, if she even really could. She didn't have the right to sell him, but the fight coordinators didn't know that, and honestly they likely didn't care. All they needed was a proof of receipt and someone to call and affirm their deal should some nosey authorities get involved. Another crack emanated throughout the ring, earning an 'oooh' from the crowd as Tresshk stepped on the alien's shoulder and pulled his arm back, liking dislodging his shoulder. Tresshk got shaken off then, but it seemed he was running away with this fight, even as both were starting to breath heavily, and Mur'Wisan slowly stood up using his one good arm. The farghul was giving Aska a hard stare then, expecting a response.

@Aska Ryun @Tulos

 

[Aska Ryun]

Hardly able to believe what she was hearing, Aska stole a glance over to Quinri as the Togrutan sat in silence. She knew now that perhaps Aska was right in her suspicions. If the Trandoshan was a run away slave, the last thing these two needed was to get involved in a man hunt. Though Aska smelled an opportunity to make some credits through two directions. Either continue to deny that she knew the Trandoshan and begin to look into him and who his owner actually was. Certainly she could earn some credits returning him to his Master. Or she could feign ownership and sell him to this Bolthas fellow then get out of town with the money she earned. As she quickly mulled these thoughts over, she soon made a decision.

"How much are we talking here?" she responded finally, which warranted a dropping jaw from her companion.

"Aska, you can't be serious..." the Togrutan allowed herself to speak up with harsh condescension but all she received in return was a playful wink from the hunter.

"How about the four of us go and meet this boss of yours and we can discuss terms? Just give me an opportunity to collect my fighter and we'll see what we can... work out?"

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

The Farghul stared hard at Aska, her frown growing a bit more into a scowl as she glared more at the casually demeanored bounty hunter, before she slammed her fist lightly on the table and turned her head to the fight. Her eyes were wide and her mouth nearly frothing suddenly with an anger that Aska had agreed to talk about the sale, but had not followed the Farghul's demands of calling 'her' fighter off, to throw the fight.

"Finish it, Mur'Wisan. FINISH IT!" She spat out, standing up some and clenching her fist. The large duwitan could only lazily glance over when the three claws raked across his face and sent him stumbling back, more of his blood hitting the mat under him. He was losing this fight, which made the Farghul's command seem rather out of place, but he got back to his feet with an aggressive huff.

"C'mon, trando! Ya think yer better than me? ME?! Then you just keep yer pretty little ass there and take me on head to head" Mur'Wisan growled out, glaring hard even as he panted, one eye shut in pain. He drug his foot across the mat, ready to charge like a reek would, one last taunt to make the Trandoshan across from him take the punishment he was about to dish out. Tresshk really only had to avoid it, and given Mur'Wisan's state that wouldn't be too hard. Yet it was clear the Trandoshan was confident enough, or pridefully stupid enough, to accept the challenge. That only made the dowutin madder at the fact this scaled alien really thought he could take a charging attack from him.

"So you think my asss is pretty, huh? Then come get it, big boy." Tresshk only flashed his grin, one tooth missing from the fight as he put his hands up and got in a readied stance. The dowutin snarled at that and charged, his eyes seeing red and Tresshk stayed his feet, holding his ground. As Mur'Wisan got to him, Tresshk's hand caught the pointed bone of his tusk-like horns, but the trandoshan couldn't stop the nine foot tall behemoth charging at him, he being pushed back across the mat, but he stayed on his feet. What happened next all seemed to go in a flash, Tresshk pushing his head up by the control his grip had on the tusks, exposing the neck of the champion. With that his own head lurched forward, his maw clamping against the exposed jugular, and Mur'Wisan let out a shrill shriek, his charge coming to a stop as he began to gasp. Tresshk pulled away and spat out the vital remnants of the dowutin's neck, glaring hard at the huge male. The crowd gasped, a moment of silence befelling the crowd...and in that silence Tresshk reached forward, gripping Mur'Wisan and letting out a loud, almost pained, hissing grunt...as he began to lift the huge male up. It was just enough to get him up off his feat, and with one last victorious snarl, he chucked Mur'Wisan back across the ring where his body hit the mat and stayed slumped over, not moving.

Tresshk looked back to the crowd then, panting, bloodied, and bruised. The bell finally rang, as if the scorekeeper himself was shocked at the brutal sight, before the crowd erupted in cheers. Even those many who had bet against the Trandoshan had to cheer for the visceral showing, though some were still very sour about their credits, the Farghul herself being very silent as she stared forward in disbelief, her fanged mouth slightly agape as her eyes stared widely at the ring. As the announcer came back up, beaming wide to congratulate the Trandoshan, he simply walked across to his missing tooth, picking it up, seeming deaf to the eccentric twi'lek's praise of his name to the crowd. He began to walk out of the ring simply, perhaps surprisingly, not soaking in the glory as much as one might have suspected.

"I-...I, I don't...*Ahem*, the...Boss would like a word with you, whenever you are ready, I will take you to him." The Farghul spoke then, slowly sitting down with a light slump, and one glance up to Bolthas certainly didn't make him seem at all worried or disappointed about the outcome, unlike his 'representative' at Aska and Quinri's table. It seemed her game had been to win the fight for her champion, not for Bolthas's sake. The fight coordinator and head of the bar seemed to have no care in setting the fights, but he was still interested in seeing Aska about Tresshk all the same. The Farghul would do her job in that still, even as her little scheme to turn the fight around for Mur'Wisan had failed. She nodded somewhat solemnly towards Aska to go get Tresshk then, to meet back with her so she could take them up to Bolthas.

@Aska Ryun @Tulos
((Sorry, now I'm the one who needs to apologize about the timing! Finally back in the mind to write after school))

 

[Aska Ryun]

As the crowd around them erupted in to a roar of cheering once Mur'Wisan dropped to the floor of the ring in a pool of blood, Aska jumped from her seat and partook in the celebrations. Ignoring the newcomer Farghul woman and her Togrutan companion, the clone was overjoyed as her one hundred credit bet had now grown significantly due to the odds of the wager. She was already up now and there was still opportunities ahead of her. Sitting back down as the bookie came over and dropped the bag of credits on the table, Aska quickly snatched the satchel up and stuffed it inside her jacket before turning back to the representative of Bolthas'.

"Sure thing, man. Stay right here," Aska proceeded to place both hands on the table to push herself back up and nodded her head for Quinri to follow her. As they pushed through the crowd towards the separate room where the winner of the fight was taken for medical attention, the Togrutan came in close behind the human woman.

"Can you please explain to me just what the hell it is you're thinking?" she questioned with concern. Aska glanced over her shoulder and smirked before reaching back and wrapping her arm around Quinri's shoulder's.

"Hey, I'm makin' money. How else do you think I pay for all my bullshit?" Aska joked but the expression on Quinri's face told her that she was in no mood for humor.

"Bounty hunting, whatever. That's a profession that makes places safer...." Quinri paused for a moment. "Usually... But slave trading?"

"What's wrong with that?" Aska queried. "We're in Hutt Space, not the Republic. It's just... a way of life, y'know?" Quinri, clearly upset by Aska's words, shrugged her arm from her shoulders.

"Oh, I know alright... I'm a Togrutan. Do you have any idea how many of my people have been enslaved? To be a Togrutan... A Twi'lek... Or anything, really," As she spoke, the woman's eyes went somber. "Slavery is a plague on society. To put a price on someone's life as though they were an inanimate object? It's disgusting,"

"I'm a bounty hunter, Quinn... I put prices on peoples lives every day," Aska rebutted but she knew she was touching a soft spot with her friend.

"And most of them, if not all, did something to deserve it... Slaves? Their destiny isn't their own because someone just decided they liked something about that person and figured they can simply own them,"

Aska mulled over Quinri's words for a moment but by now they had arrived at the medical chamber. Just inside the door, Tresshk could be seen as the medical unit looked him over. Glancing back to Quinri, Aska nodded in acceptance of her point of view before stepping inside, the Togrutan in tow.

"That was a pretty wild display, lizard. You didn't disappoint," the woman said with a smirk but Quinri soon stepped ahead of Aska.

"Someone from upstairs says you're a slave... Is that true?"

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

Tresshk somehow knew he was being led off as he exited the ring, his nostrils flaring as he just stared forward, almost in a subconscious state. He wasn’t processing anything, not the crowd, not the announcer, not even the nikto leading him off to the side room. He just followed by habit it seemed, making it apparent that this was a familiar experience for the trandoshan. He disappeared into the side room, leaving the main event still electrified in the afterglow of the fight.

He was left with a droid in a small room, though a comfy room admittedly. He was bleeding above his eye, his lid slightly swollen shut. His scaled hide had some decent bruising in places as well, but all in all the trandoshan had come out of the right rather well considering his opponent. Soon enough he was dressed up, clips above his eye for the cut and a bacta pad beneath for the swelling. He then began to undress, a cold bacta bath prepared for him in the room. He sunk in, letting out a deep breath as he let it all sink in. It had been a bit since he fought for sport like that, it was exhilarating to the large alien. But it also brought back a lot of memories...a lot of pain.

He let his mind fade into the darkness of just letting everything settle in, when a voice cut through the calm, and slowly his eyes opened. Well, on eye only opened partially, but he stared at the two that came in then, a little confused why they were back here, but he didn’t really mind.

He listened as Aska started, and a proud smile began to spread across his all in all not too badly beaten face. Then the togruta ran in, and her sudden and quite blunt question had it fade from him. He sunk back down into the bacta bath some, looking away from the pair.

“I WAS. Wass. Not anymore. I don’t sssee how that’ss any bussiness of yours.” Tresshk muttered, his voice seeming to hiss a bit more with his sourness. He didn’t sound angry however, just somber. Certainly far from the bravado of attitude the two had seen prior to the match. He closed his eyes then, settling down, giving little care to the fact his clothes were in a pile in the corner with the two present.

“Did you at leasst enjoy it? The show? I told you I would win.” Tresshk mumble as he tipped his head back, breathing out slowly while laying in the tub.

@Aska Ryun @Tulos

 

[Aska Ryun]

Aska, crossing her arms before leaning on the wall at her side, smirked at the Trandoshan as he remained submerged in the bacta. It wasn't very common seeing such a method for the healing solution but in a run down club such as this, it was understandable that they had such an outdated medical facility.

"I coulda done it quicker, but ya did good regardless," she bragged. "But here's the thing," Pausing, Aska looked over to Quinri and saw she was a bit taken aback by Tresshk's response to her question. Nodding to the Togrutan, Quinri soon moved to take a seat along the wall opposite Tresshk's bath. "The big boss upstairs, Bolthas? The one you mentioned earlier?" Aska waited for a moment to allow Tresshk an opportunity to acknowledge that he remembered the conversation. He did just go a nasty round in the ring, after all. It seemed he was able to recall everything, however. "He sent some fur ball down to talk to me about you. Seems he's interested in 'purchasing' you. You able to shed any light on the situation before I decide my next move?"

"Hmph," Quinri huffed from her seat. "If I were you, pal, I'd get the hell out of here before they get the chance to put you in chains again,"

@Rorren