LOCATION: Coruscant, Underworld, A Dark Alleyway
"Why, who are you!?!" A man asked as two mercenaries held him up by his arms.
Down the alley footsteps were heard, each step grew louder...the sound of combat boots...flowers and closer until a shadow was casted over the man who was being held. Through the dim light, the man would see none other than Razz Michaels.
...
Razz stood silently looking down at the man, he was already beaten...badly, yet the guards still held him up. The man had asked why....Razz chuckled softly.
"You sold spice-" he was cut off.
"But you told me to! That's why you pay me!" The man said. Razz quickly plunged a hard punch to the man's gut causing him to gasp for air. He then shook his hand off a bit before continuing.
"To children....you know the rules...we may be a criminal organisation, but we do not influence the youth with spice...they need to be cared for." He then waved the men of let go of the injured man. The mercenaries did. The man dropped to the ground and looked up to Razz with an irritated look on his face.
"You've gone soft Razz." The man said as he pit at Razz's feet.
Razz grabbed the man by his shirt collar and pulled him up to his feet. Razz chuckled as he let go of the man's collar.
Razz then punched him straight across the face and the man dropped, he then continued to punch the man's face, soon the man's face was mangled, Razz stood up and wiped his bandaged hand on his pants. Turning to the mercenaries he would point to the body.
"His observation skills were horrible... Clean this up, then head back to the restaurant" He would say as he began to walk out of the Alleyway.
Razz made his way to the restaurant where he ran his Criminal Organisation. The outside of the restaurant was flashy and it screamed high-class. People from the upper levels would go out of their way to travel to the restaurant. The Cleansing Fire was the restaurants name. Upon entering the restaurant would be found empty, the walls were plastered with Red and good trim. Every table was set...each held a candle. The crime lord smiled as he made his way to a table that was right in front of the stage.
Softly a woman in a red dress was singing. Standing near every door except the entrance was two mercenaries,
The restaurant was closed...yet the doors sat unlocked and the music still sounded...
[member="Darth Seraphic"]
"Why, who are you!?!" A man asked as two mercenaries held him up by his arms.
Down the alley footsteps were heard, each step grew louder...the sound of combat boots...flowers and closer until a shadow was casted over the man who was being held. Through the dim light, the man would see none other than Razz Michaels.
...
Razz stood silently looking down at the man, he was already beaten...badly, yet the guards still held him up. The man had asked why....Razz chuckled softly.
"You sold spice-" he was cut off.
"But you told me to! That's why you pay me!" The man said. Razz quickly plunged a hard punch to the man's gut causing him to gasp for air. He then shook his hand off a bit before continuing.
"To children....you know the rules...we may be a criminal organisation, but we do not influence the youth with spice...they need to be cared for." He then waved the men of let go of the injured man. The mercenaries did. The man dropped to the ground and looked up to Razz with an irritated look on his face.
"You've gone soft Razz." The man said as he pit at Razz's feet.
Razz grabbed the man by his shirt collar and pulled him up to his feet. Razz chuckled as he let go of the man's collar.
Razz then punched him straight across the face and the man dropped, he then continued to punch the man's face, soon the man's face was mangled, Razz stood up and wiped his bandaged hand on his pants. Turning to the mercenaries he would point to the body.
"His observation skills were horrible... Clean this up, then head back to the restaurant" He would say as he began to walk out of the Alleyway.
Razz made his way to the restaurant where he ran his Criminal Organisation. The outside of the restaurant was flashy and it screamed high-class. People from the upper levels would go out of their way to travel to the restaurant. The Cleansing Fire was the restaurants name. Upon entering the restaurant would be found empty, the walls were plastered with Red and good trim. Every table was set...each held a candle. The crime lord smiled as he made his way to a table that was right in front of the stage.
Softly a woman in a red dress was singing. Standing near every door except the entrance was two mercenaries,
The restaurant was closed...yet the doors sat unlocked and the music still sounded...
[member="Darth Seraphic"]