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A Change of Luck (Midnight+open)

The open floor of The Valiant Vagabond was in a word: lackluster. From the rows and rows of slot machines from across the galaxy, their bright lights now shone to the same crowd as yesterday, probably the day before, and most likely the day before that. ‘Old and dangerous’ to some, The Valiant Vagabond was the shining beacon of entertainment on Bespin for Barrett, he came every time he touched down on planet. There seemed to be a few new faces, a fact appreciated by Barrett, scattered about the room, enjoying the slots, sitting at the bar Barrett, others mingling over their food in the dining area. Bespin had a thing against selling alcohol and food together so the dining area was glassed off and technically a different business. It was okay though; this wasn’t the first time Barrett had gone a few days without eating.

The rogue was sitting comfortably behind a half filled cup of Corellian Whiskey and a smoldering cigarette; their smoking laws weren’t as strict as their dietary ones it seemed. Haskin’s emerald eyes scanned the room from each person to the next. It had been a few hours since he dropped his cargo off on the docks and he was antsy for a new job already so he figured he’d get a feel for the bar and casino hoping to eventually scope out a person who could use his perfectly timed offer for help at a reasonable fee, until then he’d sip away at his whiskey. Each sip the smuggler drew of the fiery liquor started tasting more and more like a new start: Barrett was on top this time and he was sure he couldn’t fall back down again.

He was sitting on a nice sum of credits from his last job: the smuggler had found himself tangled up with the Hutts, running their spice for them for a bit of money. This job on Bespin was a special one from the Hutts, they gave him a very large shipment of spice and had him deliver it to a Twi’lek drug lord on Bespin. The deal had gone over smoothly, Barrett deciding not to ask the heavily guarded drug lord any questions. The nice stack of credits had been shrinking however, his cut always seemed like it was too low after he actually saw how much he got. He had enough to last till his next job however. Barrett couldn’t see a better way to end his trip on Bespin than with another job off world, the Hutts could wait for their sum of credits. As long as Barrett was going to pay them they would be fine, the smuggler had an itch for adventure today…
 

Vincenzo Palminteri

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Vincenzo was sitting next to Barrett, musing over the fact that he found no untaken bounties on the board when he looked on Nar Shaddaa. "Eh... at this rate, my game hunting idea won't work. Seeing as there is no way I'm getting credits for this moment anyway, might as well drink."
 
Shadows slips and slide along Bespin by night. Up above and ahead clouds gather choking out what little moonlight may filter down. But shadows are where he is at home so he doesn't mind. He simply slips and slides along. All the while keeping a tight eye on his target. The fat balding man seems hellbent on losing his winnings. He is throwing everything he has at the tables.

Any moment now.

Finally having lost through a fortune and having drunk through a bottle, the good man heads to the john. About time too. Bespin is the place where luck changes in an instant. With the roll of a die, with the pull of a trigger. Its a fast place for the fast rich. The kind who attract fast enemies. The establishment itself was mint. Spotless and thorough in its security, besides that he had his own personal detail tailing him every step of the way. Of course, PSOs never looked too deep into the shadows.

The interior was well lit, hardly a shadow around. But then the fat man waddled in and found himself a urinal casting a mighty shadow. He emerged silently from within the fat man's shadow. Something set loose from an old nightmare. He was darkness living. Cloaked in living shadow, only his eyes showed. Glowing with a pale blue light.

"What the...haaa"

He cut him off with one clean slice of the jugular. Retractable claws on his gauntlets. But the very next moment the door burst open and the two Personnel Security Officers charged in.

Shit.

"Boss?"

"Nothing they had an ear on him, Im blown."

His hand flicked upwards and an object shot out obliterating some of the light, casting a lot of shadows. After that what came next was as natural as breathing. Death erupted around the two PSOs, he tore through them. Literally tore through them. Leaving only carnage in his wake. It was over in moments, and he had disappeared. The alarm was out of course. The fat man he had killed just happened to belong to The Hutt Cartel.

"Boss you ok?"

"Yeah Im fine, it got messy. Ill lay low for a bit. You got info on our next target yet?"

"Its coming through...ill send it across."

"Do that. And stay off comms now."


The Valiant Vagabond.

"Good Evening sir, all in chips of hundreds?"

"Yeah Im looking for a change of luck."

He wore a sharp black suit and looked like he belonged here. Except for those eerie gray blue eyes. They almost seemed to glow when looked at from the right angle.
 
Barrett sipped from his whiskey again, it was impressively accurate in taste to the stuff you actually get on Corellia, still had nothing on his dad’s private stock that Haskins would break into when he was a boy. “Cheers to that.” Barrett offered the Echani, drawing the last of his drink before signaling the barkeep for another. “What kind of game do you hunt on Bespin?” The smuggler asked, very curious, seeing as he had seen little of the area outside the bars and drug dens he frequented for work.

He turned around in his chair to face the bar again and perhaps strike up a conversation with the man next to him. He kept his eyes fluttering between the Echani and the mirror behind the alcohol at the bar, it gave him a glimpse into the gambling side of the casino, he could keep tabs on the winners and losers, the winners usually being the ones that employed losers like him. There was a man wearing a very nice suit however, curious considering the filth the place usually attracted, generally that was usually a sign of power among these parts.
 

Vincenzo Palminteri

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"Whatever game I can find, I am also a bounty hunter, but I won't hunt you if you don't have a decent price, just cause I need the credits and lower credits often means it's less fun." Vincenzo said with a small grin
 

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