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A bottle of poison

Hira Mitsae

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
Character
It was getting dark outside and Serock could feel the lingering sensation of the heat, slowly boiling his blood. He was not made for this planet, that much was for sure. It took him a lot of will and effort to keep his bodies temperature beneath his optimum temperature. From all the people he had met on his travels it was a Mandalorian who had thought him the meditation technique which he used now to survive on this boiling rock of doom.

Serock could not understand how anyone could live here, the stench, the sickening warmth and even worse blatant thieves roaming the street. He had already killed two vagabonds who were stupid enough to invoke his wrath. But there was nothing to worry now, they had figured out he was not an easy target. They would stay clear from him now. Or they would sent some thugs to interrupt his drink, either of the options suited him.

The cantina he sat in was dirty. Dirty and filled with common lowlife scum. Cutthroats, scaliwags and spice-addicted gamblers; every single one of them had forgotten the meaning of the word honor. Just like him, he deserved this place and he would wait until it would consume him.

"Another one, bartender and do not keep me waiting. You know what happened with the last idiot who did that."

He would get one last drink and then get some sleep. Maybe two drinks..

@Josiah Denko
 
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MOS EISLEY CANTINA - TATOOINE

Tatooine was the sort of place that, despite the entire Galaxy changing around it, everything would remain constant. For years now, the Confederacy had worked to clean up the South, yet the same rif-raff wandered about the streets of Mos Eisley as if nothing new had occurred. This came as a challenge, and an occassional frustration, for the young Master known as Josiah Denko; as he was often dispatched on patrols and the like to uphold the law and peace. This was one such time, for the local authorities had already spoken of two murders in the streets and possible gang-related activity.

So, as was typical, the Templar decided to check the cantina. After all, if a brawl was to go down, that would be the place! Upon entering the sordid establishment, the hooded individual took a seat not too far away from the one who growled his order at the bartender and made a veiled threat on his life. Josiah did not take too kindly to that sort of thing, partially due to the fact that he was once a bartender...and partially due to the fact that there was never a need to treat another with such contempt. But that was not his call to make, for he did not know this man or the story that had caused him to act in such a manner.

As such, the young Master simply watched the bar about him, keeping an eye out for any possible gang activity...which he then saw as a group of obvious thugs entered the bar. They strolled up to the one seated not too far from Josiah and began slinging insults and accussing him of "killing one of their own". Yep, gang violence...and it was the young Master's duty to put an early stop to it.

"Gentlemen, Gentlemen, can't we all just...calm down and share a drink?"

@[member="Serock Hoath"].
 

Hira Mitsae

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
Character
He had almost finished his third drink when he noticed a couple of gruff looking characters eyeing him. Finishing up his glass he regarded the group with blatant amusement. It seemed his estimate of their intelligence was about right, they were actually here to try and kill him. The one in the middle approached Serock with a swagger in his step, probably their leader.

"It was you! You killed Bobar and Feros, admit it, alien scum. I saw you cutting them down like they were mere animals."

Those words encouraged the rest of his group and they advanced with murder-intent in their eyes. Without removing his gaze at the would-be assailants Serock checked his throwing knife beneath the table. He would first kill their leader, this will decrease their moral and make them less inclined to jump him all at once. Next up would be his lieutenant, the smart one behind the group. After killing those two, the rest of the group would probably scatter and then the real hunt could begin.

"Gentlemen, Gentlemen, can't we all just...calm down and share a drink?"

Serock regarded the man with a stern look, he was a fool for mixing himself up in this situation. With an disdainful smile Serock adressed the man and the thugs at the same time.

"I am afraid.. Gentleman, that that will not be possible. You see.. I did kill those two idiots." Shifting his gaze to the group of fools he then added "They screamed like little piglets, whining for their mommies. What do you say, want to join them?"

@[member="Josiah Denko"]
 
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A sigh of sheer exasperation escaped the young Master's lips and he stuffed his hands into the confines of his sweater pocket. Both fumbled for an object within each, and then retracted with said objects within their grasp. The first was his favorite of his pair of lightsabers, the second was a badge of gold hue emblazoned with an eagle on its surface. This was the mark of a Templar Ranger, and officer of the law and upholder of the peace within Confederate space. He, of all the people present in the cantina, was not to be trifled with; for the consequences were absolutely dire. At the mere sight of the badge, the thugs immediately stepped back with their hands raised. Most of their midst outright bolted from the cantina as fast as their legs would carry them.

Others, namely the leader and his partner, stuck around for a few moments...displayed crude gestures with their middle finger...and bolted as well. This left only the Ranger and the man who had confessed to murdering two people in the streets. Josiah did not particularly like this portion of the job, for arrests and similar tasks always ended on a sour note. So, he opted to try a different approach. "There," he began, "the 'piglets' have fled the pen so to speak. So how's about we calm down and share a drink? We've got a few things to talk about good sir." The young Master then pocketed his lightsaber and badge, seated himself beside Serock, and turned his attention briefly to the bartender.

"I'll have one of what he's having. Leave the bottle, thanks."

@[member="Serock Hoath"].
 

Hira Mitsae

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
Character
"You only delayed the inevitable, boy." Serock said with a frown on his face. He did not like this man, the lightsaber marked him as one of those hippy magicians. The first time Serock met a Jedi was during his time as a slave. The magi had one of those sabers of light as well, red colored. In his foolishness he had asked him for help and got tortured as a result.

"Those men are cattle and they deserve to be slaughtered. The only thing they care about is money, food and the occasional quick rump."

Serock was getting agitated at this point, he firmly gripped one of his daggers underneath the table while finishing yet another drink. This boy may be a Magi, but even he would not survive a clean cut through his gut.

"I suggest you leave me alone now, those pigs tried to pickpocket me. And I killed them for it." he sneered in the Jedi's face. Serock secretly hoped the Magi would stay and provoke him. Because even now feeling the Fury inside of him building, he had to restrain himself from needless violence. The boy had done nothing wrong as of yet, except being in the wrong place in the wrong time. And his honor demanded an insult before acting.

@[member="Josiah Denko"]
 
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Self-Defense.

That was exactly what the Ranger needed to hear; for he realized that the world of Tatooine was as lawless as a world could be. In fact, it was almost as bad as Nar Shaddaa, though it lacked the lovely puffcakes. In any case, due to the fact that it was his right as the Justiciar of the Templar Rangers to make such a decision, Josiah opted to allow the man to retain his freedom. He had, more or less, saved the Confederacy the trouble of outright eliminating the men in a raid at some future date; and while gritty, their deaths contributed to the greater good. Of course, the young Master did not voice as much. Instead, he simply smiled and responded with the utmost calm.

"So you took them down in self-defense, sounds fine to me. It's not exactly 'good', but this is Tatooine after all. Only so much we can do." he said, reaching for the glass which was laid before him. "So, you got a name, stranger?"

@[member="Serock Hoath"].
 
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