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[Tresshk]

“Oh could you now? That’d be a ssight to ssee. Maybe I ought to bet double on you?” Tresshk opened one eye then, a smile coming back to his face at the bit of banter. When Aska brought up his situation again, perhaps subtly telling him that she had the option to sell him, a frown came back to his face as he gave Aska a bit of a glare, understand the potential behind her comment about her ‘next move’, or at the very least knowing on of the potentials very well. He was a bit surprised at the togruta, sympathy wasn’t a common experience for the trandoshan, but for now he couldn’t really focus on Quinri.

“You already made a quick buck off me, you really are an opportunisst, aren’t ya? Hssssssk. Can’t blame you, I guesss, but I’m not really trying to be someone’sss toy again.” Tresshk spoke with a light reptilian grumble in his throat, and slowly he stood from the bath, standing in his full ‘glory’ before the two. Small beads of bacta were rolling down his scaled form and the fit muscles beneath, though at least down lower his reptilian anatomy hid too much from being shown off. With a huff, he turned for the two, sowing his rather shapely ass, and it soon became clear as to the reason. Down his back were natural patterns of black stripes, but on his upper right aft, next to an almost cute, stubby little tail was a circular tattoo, one of a very infamous design. It was the insignia of the Black Sun, and it was no simple ink either. It was a laser burned tattoo, not one so easily removed, meant to be permanent, making it clear the design wasn’t there by choice.

“You’re going to have to explain this if you’re trying to ssell me, and I can very much tell you aren’t Sun. You already know that cyborg doesss his ressearch, and he won’t like you trying to pull a fast one on him. You want to try? Be my guesst.” He turned back around, looking to Quinri for a moment before he sat back down in the bath, a bit of uneasiness hovering in the room. He then glanced back to Aska.

“You’re really catching me with my pants down here, human, but that doesssn’t mean I won’t put up a fight. When the Sssun got bored of me, they through me away like trassh. No one’ss in my corner, I fight for my damned sself in the end. I have ssomething to live for now, I have people to get back at, and I’m not going to let ssomeone else put me in chains before I’ve put them in gravess. So...still going through with thiss?” Tresshk opened the one eye again to look over to Aska.

@Aska Ryun @Tulos

 

[Aska Ryun]

As Tresshk stood from the bath, both woman immediately averted their gaze before making eye contact with one another. Eyes wide, Quinri mouthed words of disbelief at the Trandoshan's immodest behavior to her companion as she shielded her view. Still, once he began to elaborate on the scared insignia on his back that had been delivered by the Black Sun, Aska allowed a glance before he sunk back into the bacta.

"So you were a slave of pirates?" Quinri asked sheepishly as she allowed herself to return to the conversation.

"You talk too much, lizard," Aska said with a smirk as she plucked a cigarra from her jacket pocket. "I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet," As she continued speaking with the cigarra in her mouth, the clone stole a glance over to Quinri and saw the disapproving glare. "Give me some options. Who is this Bolthas guy to you? Maybe we can work something out that's beneficial to us both,"

@Rorren

Spoiler

Sorry, short post. Brain feels like mush atm

 

[Tresshk]

"I was, iss that really that ssurprising? I get it, big bad t'doshaks do the sslaving. Actually, that'ss how I got sold off in the firsst place." Tresshk spoke as he looked over to Quinri, no shame in his gaze at the display he'd given the two unwilling participants, though he didn't seem in anyway proud or forward about his showing. He just seemed not to care as he shut his eyes again.

"I may not keep my mouth sshut when I should, but I know to be wary of the monkey-lizards that try to usse me. I'm blunt, not dumb, human...Tssk. Bolthas issn't ssomeone I've ever met, but I know of him. He would regularly come to the Falleen fighting pitsss, selling prime fighters, whether they were slavess or exhibitionisstss. He's not one for moralsss, but who iss out here? I jusst know he putss fighting above everything else, I think he's a veteran fighter himself, before y'know..." Tresshk pointed on digit at the right side of his face, making a notion to the toll that a career of bloody brawls had on the older man. Cybernetics and likely a decent amount of painkillers ran through his body to keep that battered body going, he just used it to keep analytical tabs on his business now.

"He sssuposedly has ssome character at least, he's no sniveling womp rat of a fight coordinator. Can't ssay I have anything against the man, but then again, nothing for him either. If you're propossing something, then I'm in. If you're waiting for me to offer, then I'll be on my merry way, whether or not I have to get through you to do sso." He gave a light growl then, even as he kept his eyes closed, not even getting in a readied position if she just took him out there and then. He was still aching from the fight, tired, and didn't have any of his gear. Hells, he didn't even have clothes on. It wasn't a fight he would likely win if Aska was even half as good of a hunter as she boasted, but there was something more telling in his demeanor. It wasn't even that Tresshk was trying to bluff her into not messing with him, but it was that he simply didn't have another option if she tried to stop him from leaving. He wouldn't give up or give in to save his skin, no, it was clear he'd fight to the end and do as much damage as he could on his way out. It didn't even seem he cared to live, as much as he had seemed to enjoy himself. It wasn't depression, at least not so evidently...it was a strange acceptance, like he believed he had no expectation of life, and was trying to make something of what he had while he could. He would die before he put his fate in someone else's hands on their terms ever again.

@Aska Ryun @Tulos

Spoiler

Don't worry about it! It advanced the plot enough and not every post can be a novel. Just don't burn yourself out, okay?

 

[Aska Ryun]

Grinning, Aska pulled the cigarra from her mouth as she walked over to Tresshk in his bacta bath before ashing the smoke in the healing solution. Trandoshan's may have a notorious legacy as slavers and violent fighters but this one seemed to be a bit more than your average thug. No, he seemed like a well enough slug. The kind that Aska may have a use for.

"So he's hardly anything more than a beat up old man looking to make a quick buck, hey?" she asked the Trandoshan as she strolled past the tub, eyeing up the blood soaked clothes that Tresshk had removed before sinking into his little spa. As she did this, she began to ponder an idea on how this may turn to their favor. Her first instinct was to simply stab Tresshk in the back and subjugate him to chains once again but that would definitely earn the ire of her Togrutan companion and that was something she didn't want. Still, she could smell opportunity here and she needed to find it.

"Oh no," Quinri began, standing from her chair. "Whatever it is you're thinking, you're going to get us into more trouble than whatever payment you're looking for is worth,"

"Ah, come on , Quinn" Aska responded with a laugh. "You said it yourself that you don't want to see this lizard become a slave and if we don't do anything, then that geezer up there'll probably just slap the cuffs on him without us. He sees a prize fighter in Tresshk and he'll want to make money off him. Why don't us three make that money instead?" Turning her attention back to the Trandoshan, Aska dropped the burning cigarra into his bath. "What do you say? Play along, come upstairs with us. I'll pretend to own you and see what he wants. Then who knows, maybe we can clean him out and bail. Nar Shaddaa is a big place, easy to get lost in. We could easily take whatever we want from up there and then he'll never hear from us again,"

@Rorren

 

[Tresshk]

“I don’t think he’s jusst ssome simple sssalesman. Sseems to me like he finds some sstrange pride in it, maybe helps him relive his glory dayss.” Tresshk shrugged, his speaking casually though his eyes warily watched Aska moving up on his bath, his head turning to follow her in ver circling path. A light rumbling hiss came from the trandoshan’s throat when she decided to dump her cigarra in his bath, but he certainly made no move to cover himself or to force her away. He still took in what she was saying, what it was apparent that she was scheming, and with a grumble he stood up once again, stepping out of the bath. He moved over to his pile of clothes, not caring that his sheening body of muscles, scales, and tattoos weren’t covered in the least. He grabbed a towel and began to wipe off as he looked back to the two.

“And how can I trust that after you sell me, ya won’t jussst leave? I’ve been karked before, being a sslave and a fighter...and a trandoshan doesn’t mean I’m sstupid.” He growled, before he bit into the towel, and tore it across until it made a rather raggedy section of cloth. He took his bandolier then, using it to wrap around his waste twice to hold up the torn towel like a loincloth, and it made him look admittedly very much the part of a slave.

“They eat this kriff up. Sso, how do I look? Sellable? Then again, there’sss certain people I wouldn’t mind buying me for the night. Hehehssk.” Tresshk spoke with a throaty chuckle at his joking innuendo. It certainly seemed that barring the issue of their potential betrayal, he was very much in on the plan.

@Aska Ryun @Tulos

 

[Aska Ryun]

Rolling her eyes as Tresshk partly covered himself, Aska motioned for the Trandoshan to give her a spin, if only to satisfy his eager behaviour.

"I mean, I wouldn't buy ya. But hey, different strokes for different folks, am I right?" the woman joked as she walked over to Quinri. The Togrutan, crossing her arms disapprovingly, shot the woman a cold stare as she watched the scene unfold.

"I simply can not believe you right now, Aska!" Quinri spat but Aska, smirking at her friend, winked in response before leaning in closely to whisper in her ear.

"Please just... Trust me, okay?" Pulling away, the woman waved back to Tresshk as she began to make her way back out to the crowded bar. "Alright pal, let's go and see what this geezer wants to give me for ya. Besides, you've got a heroes welcome waiting for you out here,"

@Rorren