Hask and Levi Go To Slug Castle

[Levi Solus]

Nar Shaddaa, 0113 local time​

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It was well into the night when Levi suddenly snapped out of his spice-fueled haze, his senses alert for just one second as his stomach relayed a specific set of information to his brain. Then, the haze resumed, the thought still lingering until it was the only thing on his mind.

"'M hngry," he confessed to no one in particular. An alien on the couch to his right stirred.

"OH AIN'T THAT THE TRUTH BROTHA!" he yelled suddenly, startling everyone in the vicinity. Levi was just about to ask if he wanted to go get something to eat when he noticed the man had fallen asleep in the blink of an eye. With a sluggish shrug, the former Mandalorian glanced around the room, peering through the smoke.

It was a spice den like any other, littered with various paraphenerlia to make consuming drugs easier. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten there, though he remembered having wanted to take a break from daily life and traveling to Nar Shaddaa. It was all hazy from there, which he supposed was better for his own sake.

Standing from his position sunk into a couch, he slowly got up, finding that his arm was firmly lodged around a pink-skinned Twi'lek who was more undressed than dressed. His eyes widening for a second, he collected himself as quickly as he could, uttering a silent prayer to the Force that he hadn't done something that would prove to be regrettable in a few months.

After he managed to get up on his feet, he looked about the room again, a burning cigarra now in his hands. Taking a puff, his eyes set on a Pureblood sitting alone in the corner, and his spiced-out brain came up with an idea. It had been months since he'd last seen a Pureblood, and it seemed his subconscious still missed the species—for some reason.

"Hy hllboy," he greeted, nodding his head toward the man and making some weird gestures with his hands. "Y hngry?"

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[Hask Jen]

Hask wanted to shoot himself in the head.

He wasn't sure how he ended up in a spice den of all things, but here he was. After the morning with Irolia he needed to fix up his ship that suddenly wouldn't fire up. How he went from wrenching on his ship to getting stoned off his gourd on hard drugs was a mystery that just wouldn't snap into place. Only thing that made sense was the headache that bordered on a migraine. Someone shouted off to his left and he waved his hand weakly in the person's direction, trying to shush them.

He sat forward and rested his head in the cold metallic palm of his left hand, trying to soothe the headache. He probably smoked enough deathsticks to sever him from the force. A sudden panic took hold and he looked up with wide eyes, the thought scaring him a bit in his vulnerable state. He focused on a glass in front of him, then breathed a sigh of relief when it started levitating...not the best action to do on Nar Shaddaa but he couldn't care about any of that at all. A bolt to the head sounded like a release to him at the moment.

He heard someone yell again off to his right and slowly turned his head. His brow furrowed and his eyes squinted, trying to make sense of the guy who was talking to him. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out for a while. "Ummmm…Kriff." he closed his eyes and tried to clear his head. "Words...what's that thing? Ummmmm..." he muttered something in Sith, then switched to broken Mandoa'a...then finally remembered how to speak Basic. "I get the reference...but how...?" he spoke to the man. Nothing made sense. Nothing except the headache...and the growling in his stomach. He groaned before looking at the man again. "Yeah, I'm hungry. You got the things?" he hit a blank again. "Man, the things, the...the-the-oh kark me running." he facepalmed himself, suddenly remembering the words. "Credits! You got credit?" his tone brightened up slightly, though he still felt like garbage.

He slowly got out of his seat, stumbling over and leaning on the table for support as he stood up a bit too quickly. He took his lightsabre that was buried underneath a bunch of garbage and clipped it onto his belt. Why was it off in the first place? "Let's get things to do stuff." he mumbled to the man, not caring about his broken Basic or who the man was. He needed fresh air.

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[Levi Solus]

He was surprised the Pureblood got his reference, but even more surprised that the man actually possessed the brainpower to think of the fact that food cost money. Levi had forgotten that in his hazy state of mind, having assumed that they could just walk in and start eating. He stood there and watched the man talk, rocking on the balls of his heels for a moment, trying to maintain his balance. If Arda were to see him now, she'd probably throw him back in that jail cell.

"Mhfm!" he replied, nodding earnestly. "Hav—Me ha—I have credit!" He patted his pockets and found that they where empty. Panic struck him as he realized he didn't have his lightsaber, but he remembered it was in a locker at the entrance to the spice den. He had the key somewhere in his pocket. But the credits. Where were the credits? Levi thought for a moment, furrowing his brows in concentration, struggling to maintain the same train of thought.

"Credit in bank!" he declared suddenly, beaming with pride that he'd figured it out. "Up! We have go bank." With that, Levi turned around and headed for the door, not even turning to see if the Pureblood had gotten up to follow—or if he even could.

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[Hask Jen]

He stared blankly at the man as he tried to maintain his balance. Hask wasn't sure how, but somehow the man made all the sense in the world...yet at the same time none at all. It seemed that he wasn't the only one struggling with his balance at least. First Irolia, now this. Aurie's going to skin his red hide alive.

The man patted himself down, despite saying he has credits. Hask was in too much pain to register any emotion. He felt like he was run over by a truck. The man perked up, saying he had credits in the bank. Hask was rather jealous. He still needed to receive that payment from that job he did a while ago...or did he get it already? Hask started second-guessing his economic situation, almost not even noticing as the man stumbled off. Hask stumbled after him, focusing on putting one foot steadily in front of the other. He was starting to feel sick...and when he got outside the fresh, polluted air was too much. Hask bent over next to the door outside the building and emptied whatever was in his stomach out in the alleyway. He spat out some residue in his mouth and straightened himself out. Better already.

He leaned into the door again, looking for the man. "Hey, come on already! Getting hungry here!" he called out, somehow managing to say a sentence in proper Basic without struggling. It seemed that vomiting was always the best way to get better.

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[Levi Solus]

"Sir, wait." A voice spoke up from behind him and a hand tapped his shoulder as he was about to leave the waiting area, and Levi turned to see the security guard. "You've left your belongings behind in the locker." The establishment may have been on Nar Shaddaa, but it was one of the highest rated—and safest—spice dens on the moon, run by a sentient-rights-abiding corporation. They cared about their clients, and while at a cheaper place the security guard would have just taken any stuff you left behind, here they actually made sure you left with everything that you came in with.

Levi nodded and reached into his pocket, handing the man his key. A moment later, he returned, handing him the lightsaber with his index finger and thumb, holding it like it could explode at any moment. Levi grabbed it carelessly, clipping it to his belt and heading out the door. He wasn't sure if the Pureblood had noticed it—having left first—but his spice-riddled brain didn't particularly realize that you weren't supposed to wave around a symbol that you were a Force sensitive, especially on a Mandalorian world.

Stepping out into the street, he turned to see the Pureblood hunched over and vomiting into the curb, his puke falling for thousands of levels. Eventually, it would rain down on some unfortunate bystander, but they were too high up for the bystander to even reach them.

Levi turned around, searching for an ATM and found one, embedded in the wall, to his right a few meters away. Waving dismissively at the man as he said something about being hungry, he approached the ATM, eyes widening so he could properly see the text on the screen. He squinted, putting his head right up to it, but still couldn't properly read. Unconcerned, Levi just smashed some random buttons until it started asking for his PIN, which he realized he couldn't remember to save his life.

After putting in approximately 27 wrong combinations, he felt a hand tap his shoulder, and the Jedi hopeful turned to see an enforcer—as close as you get to law enforcement on Nar Shaddaa—holding his right shoulder roughly, his partner behind him. The Jedi hopeful wasn't sure what the Pureblood was up to and couldn't see him, but he hoped to the Force that he had a plan for this.

"Son, can you tell me what you are doing here at this ATM?" the officer asked.

"Get credit out food?" he asked, deeply confused.

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[Hask Jen]

Hask was with his back against a wall behind a dumpster. He was just trying to clear his head, get some sort of life back into him. He looked over to the stranger who was messing around at the ATM...it seemed he was having a bit of trouble with his PIN. Hask was about to walk over and try to help the poor fool until an enforcer approached the stranger. Not good.

Hask ducked in behind the dumpster, trying to think. He looked himself over and an idea popped into his head. He made sure no one could see him, then focused the force to cleanse his body. Granted this was the first time he had done it, but he was not at all sure whether it was supposed to make him sick or not. He threw up once again, getting rid of all the substances and junk in his system. He cleared right up, feeling like a whole new Pureblood. He got out of his spot and approached the guard casually.

"Excuse me sir, but we are hungry. But we can't buy food because we're broke. So we are attempting to withdraw money from this ATM to buy food. Unfortunately he seemed to have hit a wall with his PIN and thus he needs some assistance, not someone bashing him for doing a transaction." Hask spoke kindly, clearly and very diplomatically. Anywhere else in the galaxy the person would have listened to him, maybe even helped them...not here. Hask didn't think at all of what could happen if a Pureblood waltzed around on Nar Shaddaa without covering his features at least. Not before this moment anyway.

Running seemed to look like a more agreeable option with every passing second as he just stood in place with a toothy grin.

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[Levi Solus]

Levi was just about to get hauled away by the enforcers and likely charged with a crime that would get him sent to the mines on Kessel when his Pureblood companion came out from behind the dumpster, a whole new man. While before he was bumbling and uncoordinated, now he could actually speak clearly and concisely. Levi watched in awe as he put words together that actually made sense, envying him a bit in his spiced out state. The enforcers watched in awe as well, staring at him like he had just dropped out of the sky.

Scratching his head with the hand that he'd been holding Levi with, the enforcer thought for a minute. Levi, realizing he was now free, gazed to his companion, flashing him a knowing look, then made a run for it, dashing underneath the enforcer's arm and taking off behind him. The man turned, surprised, as did the other enforcer, but Levi was long gone. He surprised himself with how fast and well he ran, charging down the street—which was a platform, really—his lungs screaming at him to stop. He turned several corners before he slowed down, hunching over and huffing and puffing out breaths.

His companion would likely follow, and he looked around the corner to find that they'd lost the enforcers. Levi glanced at their surroundings and realized they, too, were lost. The adrenaline and threat of imprisonment had awoken him enough to be able to speak, but he was far too out of breath.

"W—" he huffed. "W—" he puffed. "We're lost," he said finally, satisfied he'd been able to get the words out properly.

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[Hask Jen]

Hask's eyes met the stranger's and he knew that look. He looked back at the enforcer who looked like Hask was speaking Sith with him. When the stranger bolted, Hask followed close, barely keeping up with him. How can someone who can't even stand up straight run that quick without planting his face into the floor. The enforcer was taken off guard and the two druggies were gone before he could make a move.

Hask followed the man closely, turning around corners and skipping through alleys to lose any other enforcers or even Mandalorians that would give chase. Hask could feel his lungs working overtime. How much did he smoke? He finally caught up when the man slowed down and hunched over. At least Hask wasn't the only one who had a rough night. He held his hands behind his head to get some oxygen into his lungs. He didn't pay attention at all to his surroundings. He was just glad they were out of the fire for the moment. The man tried to speak through his heaving breaths and Hask looked at him in a puzzled manner. "What?"

The man finally got his words out and for some reason looked proud of himself. "Wait hold up. Don't you mean: We lost them?" his brow frowned as he looked at the man. Something told him the man wasn't wrong. He looked around and sure enough he had no idea where he was. "How are we lost?!" he yelled at the man. "How did you get us lost?"

Hask groaned as he hunched over as well. What a way to start the day.

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[Levi Solus]

"I didn't get you lost," he shot back, panting in between words. "I didn't force you to come. You followed me and got yourself lost." He had a point—or so he thought—but arguing about it would just have them both starve to death. Levi glanced around again, the neon signs confusing him. A few people passed by them, but none were enforcers.

"Excuse me," he called to a Rodian that walked past. The man turned around, scowling at having been interrupted. "Do you know where the nearest bank is?" What Levi had forgotten, however, was that he was on Nar Shaddaa, where people did just help others out of the kindness in their hearts.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Jedi?" he spat back, turning back around and walking off. Levi confusedly watched him go, wondering how the Rodian had been able to tell he could use the Force. Looking down, he noticed his lightsaber was clipped in full view, and casually stuffed it in the waistband of his pants.

Levi turned back to Hask. "You got HoloMaps?"

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