47 Jawas (Lex)

[Triko]

A SPACESTATION, SOMEWHERE IN NEUTRAL SPACE

It'd been approximately six hours since Triko'd walked into the cantina known as "S.P.R.M's Boat," and now, five-hundred credits and two-hundred and fifty Jawa juices down, he was still here, albeit with one man's blood covering his arm- it was best not to talk about it. He was here because he had nothing better to do, and he had nothing better to do because he'd shot the last four people who'd told him he didn't have anything better to do because he'd shot the last four people who'd told him he didn't anything to do because he'd shot the last four people who told him he--

More or less, he was going bloody mental, or perhaps it was the gigantic hole that'd been blown in his skull weeks prior.

Either way, he wasn't quite right in the mind. Then again was he ever?

A shaking hand lifted another glass of Jawa juice, and the thoughts cycled again.

This was the seventh time he'd considered this in the last hour.

@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

ON the other end of the bar table, Hayato was sitting, drinking his own drink, with his mind still intact, his head not having a hole in it and him not having killed anyone yet. It was a pretty calm day. No mood swings, no identity crises, no drama, no nothing. Just drinking the glass of Wodka in front of him and enjoying the day. Until he saw a small man in a brown Jacket, just sitting around and drinking a liquid that resembled Jawa Juice. He decided to investigate what the figure was, since it seemed to be different and nothing like the things Hayato had seen up to this point. He moved over to the small man and asked. ''Uhm, hello? What or who exactly are you, small guy?'' He tried not to sound rude, but he could only think that the smal guy would get offended by being called small, which was not Hayato's intention but he would see how that turned out.

@[member="Triko"]

 

[Triko]

In quite a clumsy motion, Triko turned to face the person who'd asked the question, knocking a glass to the floor in the process.

"What is Triko?" He tilted his head to one side curiously. "Triko is Jawa." Then he looked back to his mountain of empty glasses and collapsed for a moment, head thumping off the bar.

"What is you?" He groaned, head still lying flat on the wooden surface of the bar. "Who is you?"

@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

From what Hayato understood of what the small figure was saying, his name was Triko and he was something called a Jawa.

''Well, hello Triko. I'm Hayato, nice to meet you.'' He said. ''Could it be you have something on your mind?'' He asked the Jawa when he saw the pile of glasses on the table.

It seemed like the Jawa had troubles on his mind, so Hayato decided he would try to help him with that. After all, you don't want to have a Jawa, whatever that was, running around with problems and accidentally killing someone because of drunk-rage.

@[member="Triko"]

 

[Triko]

"Triko have something on his mind?"

With a grumble he picked himself up and shouted for another jawa juice.

"I think you've had enough for tonight." A voice called back. 'Twas his first mistake.

His second mistake was being unable to reflect blaster bolts as Triko slammed his fist down on the table, drew a pistol and turned him into fifteen chunks and a pile of mush. "Triko want another jawa juice!" He roared, swiping one off the bartop and waving his gun in the direction of the other patrons as they scrambled to leave. "Hayato think Triko have something on his mind!" Another shot.

"Triko bored. When Triko bored he dangerous." Then he gripped Hayato by the shoulder and pointed the gun to his chin, the cold durasteel of the barrel pressed against his flesh. "Hayato, tell Triko."

"Are you scared?"

@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

A couple of shots went flying into the direction of the voice that had spoken a couple seconds ago, followed by a scream of pain, then followed by the sound of a Jawa drinking a drink. Hayato looked over to the man who had been shot. He was dead alright. Nothing more the Ex-Jedi could do. So he decided to keep talking to the Jawa. Try to calm him down.

He felt the cold steel of the gun at his face. It was supposed to create fear in Hayato, but fear was not the thing that he felt. It was more a mix of pity and sadness. No one drank this much just for fun. This Jawa was obviously troubled by something. ''I'm not.'' He simply said. His voice was calm and tranquil. He didn't show any sign of fear. Either it was him being a fool or the couple of drinks starting to have their effect, but he didn't show a single sign of fear. ''I'm not afraid and you need someone to talk about the things that are troubling you.''

@[member="Triko"]

 

[Triko]

"Hayato no scared?" Triko raised a hidden eyebrow. "Hayato brave."

"Has Hayato ever killed?" He pushed the blaster in further, twisting it around slightly as he leaned in closer. "Hayato's eyes say no. He has eyes of child." The tone in which he spoke was cold and condemning, his voice soft and quiet. "Hayato should be scared, Triko thinks. He stranger to death. Not like Triko."

Fumbling with the heavy weapon, he turned the gun around, forcing it into Hayato's hand while it pointed towards him. Gripping Hayato's hands, he pushed his head onto the barrel, eyes glancing up to meet Hayato's. "Triko make you friend with death, if you pull trigger."

"Then your eyes of child be eyes of man."

@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

''No.''

Was the only word the young man said. He would not take the Jawa's life. He will never take the Jawa's life. He will never take any lives. He knew the pain of loosing someone you loved and he would not cause that to others. He forced his hand out of the Jawa's grip, being extra careful not to set it off by accident and then put it on the table, behind him so that the Jawa wouldn't be able to grab it that easy. ''Everyone wants to die sometimes, but those moments pass and happier moments follow. Just tell me what's on your mind and we will figure something out.'' He said. His voice was still calm, but it now had a friendlier tone.

@[member="Triko"]

 

[Triko]

"Triko no want to die." He stretched past Hayato, picking the gun back up and leaning back, passing it from hand to hand as he spoke. "Triko tried to help you."

A quiet shrug was followed by the revealing of a white plastic bag from his poncho, the dark shadows of two objects visible through its shiny translucent surface. With soft rustling, he extracted a featureless tube and a syringe, the tube separating in two with a sharp twist. After this he slid the syringe into the tube, drawing back the plunger and filling the glass tube with a cloudy, off-white liquid; as he lifted it, a single drop fell to the floor.

"Hayato should be scared." In a flash he flew forwards, slamming the needle into Hayato's neck with what he hoped wasn't enough force to kill him and drawing back the plunger in one fast motion.

"But not about needle. That no too sharp, Hayato no worry." He scrambled away in an instant, discarding the syringe and drawing his gun, cocking the hammer with a click.

"The chemical though. That scary."

"It called glitterstim."

@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

Pain rushed through Hayato's body. It's epicenter was Hayato's throat, the place where the small Jawa had stabbed him and injected him with something. The pain then quickly faded and gave way to another feeling. A feeling of ... tranquility, then a feeling of weird relaxation. Then he was almost completely zoned out, he didn't even hear what the Jawa was saying anymore.

''What ... what's going on?'' He slurred out. His voice sounded confused and it had the slightest hint of joy in it.

''Tell me, Jawa ... what was in that ... syringe?'' He slurred. This time his voice was more quiet and it had more of a tone of joy in it. He seemed to enjoy what was going on.

Then the man just slumped to the ground and passed out. He had no idea what was going on, but what he was certain of, was that the stuff that was in the syringe was strong enough to make him pass out.

@[member="Triko"]

 

[Triko]

Quite conspicuously, the jawa dragged Hayato from the bar and into an empty storage bay, the grey box of a room almost completely barren save for several crates strewn about the corners.

Triko'd turned on some of the lights, but the others were broken after years of disuse- at present his human friend was lying under one of the operational ones, a rope tying his arms and legs together as to avoid any unnecessary escapes.

"Hayato, wake up." From his robe he drew a stun stick, prodding the man in the chest.

"Triko have fun plans for Hayato!"

@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

Bright light blinded the young man when he woke up and opened his eyes. What happened? Hayato didn't know. He needed to find out though, because his surroundings had changed. he was no longer in the bar, he was somewhere else, in a warehouse or something. It reminded him of some kind of crime scene in which the gangster had kidnapped someone and was now going to torture them, the Jawa's stun stick certainly proved the last point to be true. The pain shot through him and got him awake, it was something Hayato didn't want to feel, he wanted to free himself, but he was not strong enough yet. The something that had been injected into him was still showing its effects.

''What ... what's going on. Where am I? What happened?'' He said. His voice was full of confusion.

@[member="Triko"]

 

[Triko]

"Glitterstim!" The jawa grinned, hopping around Hayato while swinging the stun stick wildly. "Hayato take glitterstim, Triko take here. No one fine us, no worry."

White light flashed across the room as the lights flickered on and off, Triko crouching down by his captive's side.

"First, Triko want to thank Hayato. Triko have lots to do now. He appreciate that, he really does."

Still squatting down, he waddled back several paces. "So, what Hayato do? Is he great warrior? Noble jedi? Mercenary?"
"No, Hayato have eyes of child. Hayato no warrior, no leader. Hayato just wanderer, lost without purpose."

"Triko can give Hayato purpose." Another prod with the stun stick.

@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Dammit, wrong character. >.<

 

[Atlas Kane]

The things the Jawa was talking about made little sense to Hayato. He was still suffering greatly from the effects of that ''Glitterstim'' thing. He only heard the last part of Triko's speech correctly. ''ARGH.'' A cry of pain came when the Jawa attacked Hayato with the stun stick again.

''I am a warrior.'' He stammered. Then a short pause of exhaustion. ''I have fought many battles, and I have seen many dead, soldiers, civilians, Jedi, Sith. Everything.'' Another short pause to get back his ''And what is this purpose you speak of?'' By now Hayato was completely confused.

@[member="Triko"]

 

[Triko]

"Hayato no warrior, Triko thinks. His eyes tell." The human still looked confused, even after the stun stick. This time Triko dropped the stun stick and drew a scattergun, pointing it to his back and putting a boot to his side after taking a few steps back forward.

"Hayato will want to kill Triko when we done, Triko thinks. This his purpose. Not for long, Triko thinks, but for little while."

"Does Hayato want kill Triko yet?"

@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

Another cry of pain from the Ex-Jedi. This time the Jawa had hit him with his boot. Hayato looked up again, at the Jawa. Seems he is now holding some kind of weapon. Hayato's sight was still a bit blurry but he could make out enough details to see that the Jawa was threatening him.

''I don't want to kill you. I don't want to kill anyone. You can't make me kill you and what are you talking about. What do you mean by this is my purpose?'' The man was starting to understand more and more, but he didn't know what the Jawa was talking about. It was so random and cryptic. He needed more information.

@[member="Triko"]

 

[Triko]

Triko found himself being quite angry. "Hayato no want to kill Triko?" He shrieked, slamming his boot into Hayato's side with a great thump. "Why?"

Another kick, this time from a run up, followed by a crack from the butt of the scattergun, which he promptly span around in his hand to point the barrels in Hayato's direction. "Triko will make Hayato want to kill him, no worry."

With that he drew his knife.

@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

Why was the Jawa trying to make Hayato kill him? And even though he didn't know what the Jawa thought Hayato's purpose was, the better question was, what was the Jawa's purpose? Why was he trying to make Hayato hate him? Did he want to die? Did he want to turn Hayato to the Dark Side? It seemed Hayato would have to find out through questions, since the Jawa didn't seem like he was going to answer those questions on his own.

Argh, another kick hit him, then another. Pain was one of the things that kept him awake and focused. ''Why are you doing this? Why do you want me to kill you?''

At the sight of a knife, a slight note of fear came up in the Knight. Was the Jawa going to kill him? Or was he going to torture him? Or something even worse?

@[member="Triko"]

 

[Triko]

Without a word, Triko slid over to Hayato, tossing the scattergun by the stun stick and taking care not to have it blow his brains out when it hit the ground before he crouched over the man. Forcing a hand down on his throat as he leaned in closer than before, the knife glimmering in the pale light, he examined Hayato's face.

"How many teeth?"

He took a great deal of care in rolling back the sleeves of his robe and placed a hand on the side of his captive's face.

"Also, what hand Hayato write with?" The tone of his words was rather nonchalant as he opened Hayato's mouth and peered inside.

/thread, let's not get too graphic.

Spoiler

THAT WASN'T A SEXY FADE TO BLACK, DAMN YOU. Edited, anyway.

@[member="Hayato"]