Can't We Talk About This

[Hard Luck Frank]

Sometimes when people think thug, they tend to think of it in a negative way. Most of it really is pretty negative, but not all of it. For a simple guy like Frank, thieving, shooting people and punching things was just a thing he did. If he could get the job done without the actual violent stuff it was way better though. Thieving required brain work. Shooting cost money for ammo. Punching stuff was hard on the hands and hands were good for lots of other stuff, better stuff. In this case, he was using them to eat with. Try that with broken hands. It sucks.

He walked down the street with a tall can of tater crisp in one hand and eating them with the other hand. Crumbs fell on his chin and he decided, he didn't really care. They weren't hurting anyone, right?

His blasters hung from his under arm holsters, one of them didn't work but it looked scary when he waved it around and besides it had two holsters. How dumb would he look with an empty holster hanging there all the time? Pretty dumb. He had a permit to carry on Terminus, and a license to hurt. The license had another name but he had forgotten it when they were making him sign for it and just made something up based on what it was for. It meant he could hurt people as long as they had it coming and they weren't law enforcement. (They differentiate cuz some of the planetary security do have it coming.)

He headed down the street. His business properly minded and thought about what he would do today. Maybe a holovid or like a nap or something. Maybe a drink or sevem. The future was pretty wide open.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

@Kinsey starchaser

(so I can find this later )

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Hard Luck Frank"]

Terminus. The gateway port to the Wild Regions and Unknown Space. The intersection of the Corellian Trade Spin and the Hydian Way. It was on the edge of the galaxy - a jumping off point.

And it was perfect for the young Starchaser.

Could someone be in love with a place? Because she was really feeling it right now. Unfortunately, someone always had to ruin the mood. The explorer stumbled from a set of doors to a bar. These doors still operated on hinges. Classic. Kins didn't usually visit bars but for this time, a contact she was supposed to meet chose the joint. So, she'd been obliged.

Only thing was? She hadn't bet on the Guavian Death Gang to be there. And looking for her.

Hands held up. "Guys, guys. Come on. Don't want any tro-," before she could finish speaking, one of the three thugs who had followed her into the streets - the on Frank was currently walking down, hurled a bar stool in her direction.

She squatted down and ducked, the piece of furniture flying toward Frank and his bag of crisps.

 

[Hard Luck Frank]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

"Man, the crisp are good." He said out loud to a woman passing on the sidewalk. She didn't reply. It was rude.

He shook his head and lifted the bag to his face to pour some broken crisp into his mouth. It hurt. His bag punched him in the face and then a chair bounced along the sidewalk. He didn't know which object to be mad at. Did the bag hit him with the chair or did the chair ruin his snacking? What a weird day.

He reached up to hold his now bleeding nose and noticed a woman being followed onto the street by some sordid looking goons. They were obviously goons because thugs were much better people. At least that's what he told himself when he went to sleep holding his Tahira Solo plushie.

With sudden realization he decided it was their fault because he had never seen a chair throw itself and bags don't run around punching people. It just didn't happen. Which was good, cuz picture that for a second. It would be chaos. So, with many brain things floating in his head he did what any good thug who had just lost a great snack via flying furniture would do, he pulled both blasters.

"Who threw the chair?" He said stalking forward with blasters raised. "Who did it?!"

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Hard Luck Frank"]

Kinsey was quick to point to those gang-squad jerks.

"Them!"

Didn't let that stop her from crawling on her hands and knees trying to get outta the line of fire she was sure that was about to go down. Other folks were getting wise, starting to clear the streets too. Kinsey got entangled with one older lady walking her leashed crystal fox. The girl went down in a tangle of rope, angry dog-owner, and crystal barbs for fur.

Ouch-ouch-OUCH!

The lady was screaming at her in huttese.

Goons had drawn their weapons and one of them yelled at the newcomer. "Get out of here before we blow your chip-face off."

 

[Hard Luck Frank]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

"Oh yeah?" He said as the goons made a threat, "well, EAT SUCK, SUCKFACE!"

He pulled both triggers on his blasters, only one actually fired but it was a brain thing. He couldn't just pull one trigger and hold the other one up. That would be weird.

True to his statement two of the goons faces became a lot less facey and a lot more...un-facey. The other two returned fire apparently disinterested in the loss of the other two. Not very friend like of them, really. A shot came dangerously close to his head. Ear removing close, he could tell because there was a burning pain where his ear should have been sitting and minding it's business. He had never lost an ear before so he couldn't say it wouldn't grow back but the idea that it wouldn't made him angry.

He cried out in pain and pulled his triggers with increased speed and decreased interest in exactly where he shot them, which was probably why he shot one in the foot the other in the shoulder and the surrounding area in a lot of it's parts. Both of the not dead yet guys fell down and Frank walked quickly over and started hitting them with the blaster that didn't work.

"I LIKED THAT EAR, JERKS!" He yelled as he hit them until his arm got tired and then he holstered his good blaster and switched hands so he could hit them some more.

When they stopped sobbing he stopped hitting and put his blaster away. He looked at the girl and the dog, and thought about how they looked like an awful pretzel. Pretzels made him think of food and he realized he was still hungry. His head hurt bad and he decided he should look for his ear and then maybe try and glue it back on or something. He didn't really know what else to do. This was kind of a first for him, maybe he should learn to dodge?

"Um, I'm going to look for my ear." He said stupidly to the girl as the dog lady's mouth hung open in silent shock. Bet she didn't hear that everyday, he thought. Which made him stifle a laugh, which made him dizzy. Suddenly, he didn't feel so good.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Hard Luck Frank"]

Instinct? Everything screamed at her to karking run. Get out of there. Only that kriffin' fox-dog and leash kept her glued to the spot. Wide-blue eyes darted between the dude who'd just mutilated the other gang members and what was left of them.

And that ear?

Leg finally came free and she scrambled away from the stunned lady, little crystal fox going behind its owner's leg. Like, actually going. Urinating. Fear? Territory? Kinsey's stomach rolled. She liked to think carnage didn't usually bother her.

But maybe it was bad tacos.

She groaned, pressing her forehead into the duracreet of the dusty-street and finally looked up, fighting the urge to run. To vomit. To lose those tacos from earlier. Against her VERY better judgement, she found herself standing and walking numbly over to the man? Being? Who'd just really, saved her life. Even if he'd done it in a gross way. Even if he scared the kark out of her. Wordlessly, she offered him a spare bacta patch from her satchel.

Ewww yeah. The bile in the back of her throat was definitely still rising.

 

[Hard Luck Frank]

He stumbled around in a circle looking for his ear but he couldn't find it anywhere. The woman who was just getting attacked looked at him with an expression that was nearly as sickly as he felt. He took the patch from her hand and sniffed it for a second before he pressed it against the spot where his ear should have been.

"Thanks, nice lady." He said a bit confused.

His head swam as the adrenaline forced him into a slowly building state of shock. He tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and fell. He wanted to lift his hands to save himself but his arms felt heavy and slow. He fell on his face instead.

He lay there for a moment and felt a trickle of warmth run down the side of his face. As feelings went, he didn't like that one very much. His brain knew it wasn't in a warm shower and that it wasn't all that happy with his body's most recent activity. The two blamed eachother and Frank decided he didn't like either right this second and pushed himself up and rolled onto his back to stare at the sky.

Why was the sky so far away? Seemed rude to put something so pretty so far out of reach. He groaned and rolled to his side, decided he didn't want to stand up by himself and just continued to roll toward the wall of the nearest building. With a grunt, some groans, and a few noncommittal noises he used the wall to stand. The rolling, standing, and swimming head turned out to not be great combinations so he bent down and lost his super tasty chips on the sidewalk. How could something so tasty be so awful when they left? He didn't know but it was true.

He stumbled back away from the wall and looked around. Suddenly, he didn't know what he had been doing but he really wished he was home sleeping.

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Hard Luck Frank"]

Uhhhh

Erm.

"Oh chit," she swore as he up-chucked, palm pushing roughly against her nose. It was the smell that always got her. Kinsey was a hot-shot mechanic, explorer, and pilot. She was certainly no medic. The girl relied on bacta patches and spit solving about everything.

Maybe a little converter grease too.

There were bodies in the street and confused citizens. Kinsey looked around a bit nervously. Only a matter of time when the local authorities arrived. Who were the local authorities? Was it that Outer Rim Coalition?

She'd never met them...officially.

"Thanks for you know, um, everything but I've gotta go before...," several men in uniform rounded the corner, riding speeder-bikes. That lady with the fox? Pointed their way.

Poodoo.