Asking It, Facing It, Dealing With It

[SirMayday]

Jan rubbed his hand to his face, trying to rub a way at the sweat. It was abnormally hot today on Tatooine. Even indoors the heat was overwhelming. Jan took a sip out of his canteen and let a sigh of satisfaction come out his lips. He would rather be any place other than this this tiny shack they called a shop. A job was a job though, and credits weren't something Jan took lightly. Jan put his bandanna back on and turned around to the shopkeeper of this pitiful establishment. He took the knife off his rear sheath and advanced upon the poor man. Soon the air started to fill with screams of pain and plees filled with pain. Jan tuned them all out and started to get to work.

Thunk

'AAhhhhhhhhGGGhh." The shopkeeper screamed through clenched teeth.

The mushy sound of someone's leg tendons being cut filled the room as Jan worked the knife through the shopkeepers right leg. He moved to the Superficial veins in the leg.

"AAAAAAAAHHH PLEASE NO, NO I CAN PAY I Can AAGGGGGH" the shopkeeper yelled before Jan cut dangerously close to bone. The man kicked out with the leg and almost hit Jan.

"Hold him tighter he is moving too much." Jan commented to the other thug in the gang. The thug held the man tighter and hit the shopkeeper across the head.

"NOOOO NOOOo Noooo" the shopkeeper wailed.

"What is the combo to the safe?" Jan asked monotonously as the man stared into his googles.

"Krak YAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH" The man yelled as Jan started to cut deeper into the leg.

"Again, what is the combo?" Jan said over the screams.

"36048 PLEASE PLEASE Stoppppp (cries)" the man breaks down.

Jan pulled his knife out of the man and the shopkeeper fell to the floor clutching his leg trying to stop the blood flow. Jan walked away from the man to the safe in the corner of the room behind the counter. Jan tried the combination and the safe unlocked with an affirmative beep. Jan turned to the boss and nodded his head.

[member="Kiara"]

 

[Kiara]

Tatooine. A terrible planet on the outer rim, full of some of the nastiest people in the galaxy. Usually, those who couldn't afford to move out of it. Kiara's landspeeder scooted with a soft rumbling in front of a sweet small bar place, from there carefully stepping from her speeder to land her rubber shoes on the ground, creating a puff of dust fluttering. She quickly flipped a device into one of the pockets of her grey robe, and walked forward.​

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She entered the drinking hole with a non-concerning glare at the ground, and after a few stumbling over some bigger and badder men, she sat down on a barstool. Kiara was usually rich, knowing how to invest her money, how to keep it, and how to double it in just a year. It was for this reason she only carried small change. She simply slid it forward and motioned to the barkeep, following it with a quick two fingers and a swirl. She came here often, obviously, and it was that motion that gave her the relation she had with the bartender. She, getting to drink intoxicated, and him, farming off her credits without a care in the world.​

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It was a pretty easy to keep relationship to say at the least.​

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As the light fluffy blue drink came, she gently took a sip and slid her hood off her head, revealing a long trail of red hair dashing in and behind her robes, a world of dirty red coming to flood anyone to come close. Now, she could drink, and think...​

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[member="Jan Valdum"]​