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[Darth Stolas]

It'd been a solid amount of time since Morgan had contacted Lorcan for any direct business of his. Generally speaking they maintained contact remotely and Lorcan did good work and got paid well in guns and money. The former Ranger really didn't ask for anything else other than the chance to murder things and potentially die violently in the process. Not what any reasonable person might call "healthy' but the human was alarmingly resilient, so Morgan didn't question it much.

Just like when he'd gone to Korriban there was no one else Morgan could really go to for the business at hand. There was one person he'd like to go to but thinking about it made him want to shove his entire arm through the nearest wall and/or person and he was trying very hard to work on that. So Lorcan it was. Besides, his straightforward nature was fun to be around.

They had arranged to meet on the abundantly insignificant Koda Station where Morgan had found a corner table to indulge his drinking and smoking habits that had probably become more prevalent lately if he really thought about it. On his datapad he was bouncing between playing mundane games and keeping in contact with any of his agents and contacts that communicated over common channels.

There was a plan in place for why Morgan was here and one of the greatest benefits of keeping Lorcan hired on was he didn't say anything to anybody and didn't ask too many personal questions. The Firrerreo wasn't sure he had the patient for that sort of thing just then. He was dressed to blend in as a more ordinary visitor with sunglasses covering his eyes. If he got one more conversation opener about Firrerre he thought he might actually kill someone.

@Nefieslab

 

[Lorcan]

Koda Station wasn't the kind of place he expected to meet up with his Sith Sugar Daddy but if Stolas wanted to slum it up, Lorcan wasn't one to really give too much of a fuck. Dressed in his mercenary armor, he had decided to keep the helmet off under his left arm as he entered the lounge area, scrunching his nose up slightly at the smell.

"Smells like stale cigs, bad booze and worse decisions." he muttered to himself, "What the fuck's the boss doing here?"

Now Lorcan, by and large, didn't give too much of a damn about people who were not himself. Especially their mental health - no one had given a rat's arse when he was going through a complete mental breakdown so why the fuck should he give more than he was given eh? But he was happy enough to look out for the people who were actually useful to him and Stolas, as his primary source of income and ordinance, was pretty high on that short list.

He hoped he was functional at least, he wasn't really looking forward to engaging with Stolas if the man was moping around or eyeing the inside of his lightsaber like he was wondering how it would taste. Spotting the boss, he raised an eyebrow before sitting himself down in the seat opposite Stolas and set his helmet down on the table itself. Eyeing Stolas for a second, he snorted in amusement.

"I'd have pretended to care enough to ask how you were feeling boss - but I don't have to." he declared bluntly with a wide smirk, gesturing to Stolas' outfit, "This outfit is clearly you crying for help. So..."

He leaned back in his seat, casually resting an arm on the back of the chair and leaning the entire chair backward slightly, teetering on the back legs.

"... who do you pay me to shoot to make you feel better hmm?"

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

His thoughts wandered on their own into years past where this kind of setting was far more normal for the Firrerreo. Back before he'd had any position of significance and was just another Sith among many. Background tasks like intel gathering and wetwork never garnered attention over assaults and wars but he'd still enjoyed it even as he wanted someone to see him for who and what he was.

Morgan found his thoughts were starting to go down a thread he didn't like that boiled down to something simple. Who was he, exactly, and what did he want? He took a solid drink and distracted himself with a modicum of success.

And then there was Lorcan, as blunt and straightforward as always. Morgan's brows furrowed a little but he wasn't angry about it. The former Ranger's personality had always been welcome and appreciated. Lorcan may be extraordinarily abrasive but that kind of thing never bothered him compared to fawning or faking. Even the man he-

That line of thought was shut down immediately in favour of focusing entirely on Lorcan and taking a drag of his cigarra, golden eyes settling on the man's face. He saw him often enough in person or over holo to recognize when Morgan wasn't sleeping well or was generally agitated, his outfit and general mood aside.

"If you started playing therapist," Morgan began wryly, "I'd be really worried." A hand waved vaguely at the table. "Order whatever." Ordering was done through a small console at the table's side for a droid to bring things. "Some family matters need handling. We're going to Bunduki."

The Firrerreo seemed almost physically pained by the idea. "But first, business here." Koda Station was a mix of three primary people: Farmhands, smugglers, and random travelers. No one paid any attention to it, which meant it was perfect for the ambitions Morgan had been forming during his flurry of keeping himself busy.

"Shouldn't be too difficult. Just needs to be quiet. Ish."

@Nefieslab

 

[Lorcan]

Looked like the boss was getting side-tracked within his own mind - he could tell by the way he seemed to re-focus on Lorcan after a split second. It was unusual for people to need to re-focus on Lorcan in his experience because they either hated to acknowledge his existence so didn't focus on him at all or were butthurt so they did. Boss had always kind of focused up because he was of use to him, which was nice in its own way he guessed, but he was probably focusing on whatever had made him gloomier than the typical Sith anyway.

"Hmm why not eh? Robbing bastards get paid almost as well as I do now." he joked as he ordered something from the little attached console, making sure he billed Stolas' card naturally, "Besides, having a mental breakdown did wonders for me."

Got him brand new opportunities and all that.

The serving droid came over with the coffee that Lorcan had ordered - he like a latte that tasted of autumn and damn anyone who said that it was terrible or trendy. Fuck that, pumpkin went well with coffee gods damn it all. Oh wait, he should probably focus back up on the boss and his family bullshit.

"Killing family eh? Done and done." he confirmed as he took an unrefined gulp of coffee before sighing loudly as he enjoyed the flavor, "Bunduki I've never heard of. Sounds like it's in the arse end of the space-boonies but whatever - fuel is cheap and I get paid by the hour."

He raised an eyebrow as he noisily slurped up another mouthful of coffee. The business on Koda Station sounded like it could be fun but he really needed one thing clarifying.

"Quiet as in no one finds out or quiet as in no one lives to tell about it?"

Two very different sets of instructions and one vastly more fun for him.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Lorcan's commentary actually got a chuckle out of the moody Firrerreo. His straightforward, blunt force, and even vulgar nature were all things Morgan appreciated in another person despite his upbringing. It didn't last though. Thinking about it reminded him of a man he'd constantly wished, and even insisted, he not treat him like royalty.

Very suddenly Morgan was frowning mightily again and leaning his cheek atop his palm, quite cross. His other hand waved vaguely through the air. "Not killing. Just securing some things." If his family escaped the bombardment they had set places to go, including places on Firrerre itself. That didn't improve his mood either but he had to deal with it. Felt it was needed.

His lips twitched toward curling upward. "It's the home of Teras Kasi. Don't nettle the locals." Outside the mask with Lorcan it was so easy to slip into slang. "Both. Word of it changing hands shouldn't spread." It was a "minor" station but still served as a notable shadowport all the same.

"Quiet as in the rest of the station doesn't literally hear what we're doing."

@Nefieslab

 

[Lorcan]

Oh he was still laughing? Well beat his kicked puppy routine so Lorcan wasn't going to complain about it. Sith were always either kicking puppies or acting like theirs where the only puppies that mattered. He... would admit that the analogy kind of got away from him there for a bit but he wasn't going to make a big deal out of it. Of course he wanted to roll his eyes as the rule about not killing - so he did.

Not many would roll their eyes at a Sith Lord he imagined.

"So we're committing burglary?" he grimaced, "Oh great, we're not even stealing. It's literally just a pick up job."

When the fuck did he become UPS deliveries and pick up? Fuck it, the pay was better than the Rangers and he just kept telling himself that when some of the less interesting missions came up. Teras Kasi?

"Gesundheit." he deadpanned, "Alright, I'll play nice with the locals."

Probably wouldn't even kill any of them. He raised an eyebrow about the secrecy part of the whole thing though because that? That was the most interesting part of the job.

"Do I get to ask why we're being sneaky shits?"

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Somehow the bundle of absolute attitude that was Lorcan was managing to cheer up the melancholy Sith Lord. Just the way he spoke and went about things was so completely straightforward that Morgan couldn't possibly be mad about it. He didn't like that train of thought and moved along.

"There may be shooting. Just not of my family." At least there shouldn't be. The combat heavy bits were only adjacently related to that stuff. "Don't worry too much. Blaster beats fists, no?" He chuckled again.

"Because I want to take control of this station without people knowing I'm in control." It was the simple and honest reason. The quieter it was, the better everything else he wanted to use the station for could go. "You'll still be paid the normal rate for the trouble."

Honestly he was beginning to wonder if he'd just brought Lorcan in for companionship, but he dismissed that. Lorcan was an excellent professional.

@Nefieslab

 

[Lorcan]

Only his family were off-limits huh?

Well maybe the day was starting to brighten up after all because that was something he could work with. He did, however, want to figure out what the boss meant by blaster beating fist. Because of course it fucking did but what did that have to do with the price of fish on Mon Cala?

Presumably Teras Kasi had something to do with fisting or something. The point was, clearly, that blasting his way out of their problems was still very much on the table and that was what he needed to know.

"Mkay." he drawled in the end, deciding that he was absolutely on board with getting paid and that everything else was just window dressing, "You know how to get me motivated boss."

Credits and explosives.

He sipped delicately at the delicious hot pumpkin latte he had been given by the serving droid, letting out a small sigh at the simple pleasure before placing a hand on his helmet.

"So should I suit up or suit up?" he asked, tilting his head to one side, "I do actually own a suit though you might disapprove of the colours."

Orange could work as a suit god damn it.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

There was the ghost of a feeling that Morgan was actually having fun with this conversation. On top of which, while some might at a glance think Lorcan unreliable, he was easy to motivate. Being a consistent employer meant the promise of pay, weaponry, and other toys always drew him in.

The Firrerreo liked when things were more predictable that way just as much as, conversely, he craved a challenge.

Dark brows furrowed at the other man with the ghost of a grin beneath, a little more life coming into Morgan's face with every minute that passed. "If you cosplay as a citrus salesman you forfeit calling my taste 'fruity'," he said, playfulness glinting behind golden eyes. He sipped his drink and sighed softly. "Suit's best, either way. Just stand behind me and don't die."

Lorcan was rather liked alive, oddly enough for someone with such an abrasive personality. Morgan bitterly mused how that seemed to be his type before shaking off that train of thought, knowing it wasn't entirely accurate. "Station first. Then Bunduki. Both with individual job bonuses. Agreed?"

His drink emptied and with a final drag Morgan snuffed his cigarra in the nearby tray. "At least the first shouldn't take too long." Morgan waited for Lorcan to finish his Pumpkin Spice Beverage before leaving the booth, heading first and foremost to the hangar.

@Nefieslab

 

[Lorcan]

The deadpan that Lorcan gave his boss could be considered the most definitive deadpan look of all time - there really was no beating the way he managed to look at the Sith Councillor as though there was nothing more serious than what he was about to say in response to the, quite frankly, uncalled for attack on his finery.

"I'd never call your taste in style fruity boss." he deadpanned with just the faintest hints of a smirk as he added, "That would be punching too far down."

Low-hanging fruit and all that... damn he should have used that instead of the punching down comment. He didn't think he'd be able to really get away with insulting his boss too overtly so he decided he was just going to keep that one for a rainy day in the future.

"Get paid to stand behind you? Sounds boring but okay."

He was sure there were some people who would enjoy standing behind Stolas but Lorcan wasn't one of them. Lorcan thought about the deal for a moment because he was a professional. Even if he did think they were a good deal he wasn't going to just agree immediately - it was best to consider his employment options after all.

Though the deal was good.

"Agreed." he finished his drink in two more large mouthfuls before picking his helmet back up and fitting it back in place, "After you boss. I'll just stand around behind you and look tough until the violence is needed."

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan didn't actually respond to the back-talk beyond his grin widening a moment.

"Might be boring. Might not be. Who knows?" he vaguely replied while scooting from the booth, taking a moment to straighten his blazer. "Good then." Without ado off they went. The crowds around were somewhere between scant and busy, all manner of characters milling about Koda Station. Is was far from the largest or busiest station, and there were local agriculturalists of course, but being out of the way meant the sneaky sort frequented it too.

The well-dressed and armoured both existed around here and people minded their own business. Morgan and Lorcan went more or less unnoticed as they left the onboard cantina. Probably helped that Lorcan was visibly armed.

"In short," he began once they'd found the less populated hallways, "The station administrator owes an impressive gambling debt. I purchased that debt." Which, obviously, meant the station's administrator now owed Morgan an impressive gambling debt. They unfortunately owed the debt inside New Republic territory, making it difficult to collect outside that. Morgan and Lorcan didn't have that problem.

"We're going to 'gently convince' them they want the debt cleared. Questions?"

@Nefieslab

 

[Lorcan]

Well he got away with sassing someone on the Sith Council so today was both a good day and another Wednesday for him. Shrugging ever so slightly in a way that Stolas probably couldn't see (and if he did so what) Lorcan stepped away from the table and wandered on out with his boss. Koda Station was enough of a shithole that it felt kind of homely but that was probably because he grew up in shitholes even worse.

Ah Coruscant underbelly was the best belly.

Lorcan probably ended up looking the part of Stolas' bodyguard without trying to but that was what happened when you went for a walk with your twink-like employer he supposed.

"Ah leverage is always useful." he agreed with a knowing nod, "There's a joke in there about leveraging the arms or something but I'm not in the mood to make it."

He snorted in amusement.

"How many fingers does his species have?"

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan held up the thumb, pointer, and middle fingers of his left hand. "Arkanian. Just three." A brief pause. "Work the joints." After all, it wasn't really about how many fingers one broke so much as how one used the already broken ones to their advantage. Idly the Firrerreo thought it'd be better if the administrator signed things over without a fuss. That poor, unfortunate soul.

A little awkwardly for the two men's purposeful walking the way to the admin deck was up a lift. Morgan stepped in and hit the correct floor button once Lorcan was inside. Terrible elevator music jingled through terrible speakers. He tapped his foot impatiently as the lift slowly rose.

"You seem like the MMA type," he breezily commented. Morgan would've specified 'watching' but he could imagine Lorcan participating just as easily, really. Maybe.

@Nefieslab

 

[Lorcan]

Arkanian huh? Well Lorcan hadn’t worked one of those over in a long time but he supposed it was like riding a bike in the end – he wasn’t gonna forget how to cause some pain. When Stolas gave him a pointer on how to cause pain to an Arkanian’s fingers, he just gave the Sith Lord a wry smirk and, for once, didn’t actually respond verbally.

It was cute that the Sith Lord of Evil thought that a Police officer needed more ways to hurt a member of a minority group.

Thoughts moving on from how oddly sheltered the Sith was from the realities of certain parts of the Galaxy, Lorcan focused on the mission. He was getting assessed and he would be getting paid based on this whole thing so it was best that he actually keep it in mind. As they stepped into the lift, the former Ranger and the Sith Lord were treated to the worst thing in the Galaxy; Lift small talk.

“You know, I do actually.” He admitted with a little chuckle, “It’s both good fun and great comedy. I mean do you see the faces they pull and the way their bodies twist? It’s like watching two very awkward people have sex but less weird.”

As the lift climbed, Lorcan glanced to Stolas.

“Hey I’ve got a plan to help us get past the guards.” He declared with a smile, “Let’s do Get Help.”

You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take and this was his shot to yeet a Sith Lord – he was taking the shot.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

He seemed to perk up a little at Lorcan's interest. Sports on Firrerre had very different standards of what constituted "safe" behaviour than most of the galaxy, barring games like Huttball. Combat sports were the most common kind and the sort Morgan best enjoyed watching. He even forgot for the moment how much thinking about Huttball made him grumpy and miserable.

"Sanderson Golda is excellent." The tall man's use of flashy kicks and taunting to successfully take titles was inspiring. "And Greg McConnell." He was an asshole, but boy did he put on a good show and know how to fight. Morgan chuckled slightly. "The grappling is ridiculous looking half the time. After a minute they forget technique half the time." A smirk formed. "So, a good analogy."

A deep frown found his face at Lorcan's suggestion of a strategy. He actually looked fairly irritated for once.

"We are not doing 'Get Help. It's not dignified.'

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Morgan was bodily flung- with his own assistance through the Force, naturally- directly into a pair of poor, hapless guards. At least the Firrerreo twisted into a double neck lock that quickly resulted in their unconsciousness. An improvement, if he did say so himself. Grumbling, he got up from the floor and brushed off his jacket, pulling it back into proper place and fixing his hair.

"You're doing the rest."

@Nefieslab

 

[Lorcan]

Ohohohoho?

Was this Stolas actually showing an interest in something? In the time he had known the Sith Lord it had been rather hard to determine if the usually stoic and composed man actually enjoyed anything. What it was, precisely, he enjoyed was something of a surprise too but, hey, it took all types to make up a fandom and if someone born with a silver spoon up their arse could find it in themselves to enjoy such a dirty sport then who was he to judge?

“Vain Celasquez was great two years ago.” He pointed out before grimacing slightly, “When he lost the championship last time it cost me a chunk of change for sure.”

Betting on sporting events was something that Lorcan did between spending his money on investment opportunities. He had thought, at the time, that the large cage fighter had been a relatively safe bet but, well, goes to show what he knew about gambling really.

No such thing as a safe bet.

Lorcan smirked ever so slightly when Stolas insisted that they were not, under any circumstances, doing Get Help.

“Of course.” He said, smiling a fake and unconvincing smile before repeating, “Of course.”

**

“Get help, please! It’s my friend! He’s injured…! Please! GET HELP!”

Scratch one off his bucket list – yeeting a Sith Lord into enemies was something he had never realized he wanted to do. But now that he had done it, he felt more fulfilled than he had in a very long time. Sighing happily, he wandered over to Stolas and the downed guards at an altogether more relaxed pace.

Reaching Stolas, he helped dust off his boss’ suit with a grin he knew would be borderline insufferable. And he just couldn’t help himself…

“Of course… of course.”

Yep, he was being an asshole but he was having fun.

Taking an ID badge from one of the guards, Lorcan drew his pistol in his right hand and flicked the setting to stun bolts as they moved up to the door hiding their target. Nodding to Stolas, Lorcan buzzed them through with the security team ID badge, the doors opening to reveal the man they were there to meet, sat behind his desk.

Looking up at the ceiling as he gasped and reached for something beneath the table.

Something that had his hand bobbing up and… oh.

“For fuck’s sake.” He growled, catching the man’s attention as he marched over, pistol leveled at his chest, “Back the fuck away from the desk and let your fucking secretary breathe. Dear fucking god you people sicken me… time and a fucking place! Boss just talk to the degenerate before I shoot his balls off.”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

That the plan worked better than Morgan expected did nothing to fix the fact he hated it. It was kind of funny that it worked, simply because it was absurd, but still. Goldens nonverbally dressed Lorcan down, although the Firrerreo seemed more annoyed than actually angry. Not being treated like flawless royalty was something he appreciated despite his protests.

He was serious about Lorcan doing the rest, though, or else he wouldn't have said so. Or at least that was his opinion on the matter until he caught what was going on under the desks. Dark brows rose, mildly amused by the whole situation and the other man's outburst about it.

"Haven't you heard of door locks?" the Firrerreon dryly commented, striding right into the room. He wasn't bothered by the intimate activity like Lorcan was, but neither was he the least bit interested that it was happening. Frankly the secretary had the smarter response, crawling out from under the desk and planting herself awkwardly in the room's corner and trying to uh. Catch her breath.

He fished through his jacket for a moment while the station's owner sputtered incoherently somewhere between anger and alarm. "Shush." Morgan looked annoyed at this point, though whether it was from the man abusing his position or something more wasn't obvious.

"This is an outrage! Do you know who I am!? I'm in charge of this station!" the middle-aged administrator finally roared out, jowels wobbling precariously as he glanced nervously toward Locan. Morgan walked forward toward the desk without looking at him, stepping around the aged wood, and stopped right next to his chair. Slowly, gently, he placed his hand on the man's shoulder.

"Do you feel in charge?" There was a sudden zzip noise and a squeak of abject pain from the administrator as, without warning, his trouser zipper closed at quite possibly the worst time imaginable. At least, so far as it was able. Morgan's other hand placed a datapad in front of him.

"Your debt is mine. Do you think that's a good position to be in?"

@Nefieslab

 

[Lorcan]

For as long as he lived, Lorcan would never understand why some people seemed so intent on making absolute fools of themselves over sex. Like he knew that Sex was great and all but it seemed to mess with people’s heads for how often they seemed to take leave of their senses to indulge in it when it made little to no sense to do so.

Like these two had decided that this was the best time and place for this? Filthy degenerates one and all.

He kept the secretary pinned in place with a blaster pistol pointed in her general direction – every time she so much as twitched the barrel of the blaster followed her unerringly. She had learned to cower and whimper in the corner rather than trying to run was the best option.

“Boss if he twitches the wrong way let me know so I can ventilate his secretary.”

Lorcan sighed a little bit as he cocked the pistol.

“Spoiler alert: It’s a terrible place to be. Boss here has a memory like a protocol droid and the determination of an astromech. Better off just making sure he gets exactly what he wants as quickly as he you can give it.”

@Mr. Teatime