William Seraven
Street Rat
It wasn't long before I found the office, just a bit of walking and soon I found myself flowing through the crowds and into the small room. All I had had to do was wait til our friend the boss man was out then I slipped in. Of course, the place was small so it didn't take long for me to find what I was looking for. In a small container lay a case filled with documents, of which I searched until I found the familiar name of [member="Saryana Lynae"].
Of course, it wasn't long before the man came in, a large human who I had certainly known by now from a distance. But now that we were up close, the look of surprise on his face was priceless. "Y-Y- You shouldn't be in here! Put those down!" Oh, I'd forgotten how fun it was to play with the big wigs of the minor industries.
"Oh? I never would have guess. You know, I've a good friend who works here. A friend you intend to sell to those miserable slaving and brutal beings called hutts. Oh I may not be posh and used to watching the daily news but I know their reputation enough to find your trading barbaric." I flicked Sary's file from the bunch. "Saryana Lynae. You will release her from service and cancel your deal."
"And why would I do that?" He was starting to build up. Sure he was fat and obviously not a fighter, but he did have bouncers and I had to admit, I was just a seventeen year old kid. Save the tail that might or might not be seen waving behind me, I seemed human as well. Certainly he couldn' know I was a zorren,a species bred to fight with the grace of echani and the brutality of a mando.
"Because if you don't," I smiled and non chalantly pulled a lighter from his drawers. Cigarras were a terrible habit, but one that proved in my favor as I pulled out the much needed device. "This will only be the start." I brought it to the paper and burned away Saryana's file. "Sure, you can rehire. You can call everyone in and threaten them with all sorts of things. But can you do all that before I call the cops here? An anonymous tip that you've been working people without proper documentation. Or I could get her testimony. Selling people against their wishes is sentient trafficking. Should I go on?"
"The police won't care. Not around here at least, they have bigger problems, and those hutts would skin me alive." Ok, he was smart and had some good reasons. No matter. I had some reasons of my own. Getting up from my seat I lit two more documents, letting them fall to ashes on the ground. This time, I walked over to a small safe and opened it.
"I'm a thief by trade. You should get a better locking system." That did it. Instantly the man seemed silent. Employment could be fixed. Credit chips... once lost they were gone. After that, our negotiations ran rather swiftly. He agreed wholeheartedly after only a little more coercion and words and when I showed him the sharpness of my claws... well, lets just say they can be as convincing as a knife when used right. Before too much longer, I was back to what would son cease to be our home.
[member="Saryana Lynae"]
[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
Of course, it wasn't long before the man came in, a large human who I had certainly known by now from a distance. But now that we were up close, the look of surprise on his face was priceless. "Y-Y- You shouldn't be in here! Put those down!" Oh, I'd forgotten how fun it was to play with the big wigs of the minor industries.
"Oh? I never would have guess. You know, I've a good friend who works here. A friend you intend to sell to those miserable slaving and brutal beings called hutts. Oh I may not be posh and used to watching the daily news but I know their reputation enough to find your trading barbaric." I flicked Sary's file from the bunch. "Saryana Lynae. You will release her from service and cancel your deal."
"And why would I do that?" He was starting to build up. Sure he was fat and obviously not a fighter, but he did have bouncers and I had to admit, I was just a seventeen year old kid. Save the tail that might or might not be seen waving behind me, I seemed human as well. Certainly he couldn' know I was a zorren,a species bred to fight with the grace of echani and the brutality of a mando.
"Because if you don't," I smiled and non chalantly pulled a lighter from his drawers. Cigarras were a terrible habit, but one that proved in my favor as I pulled out the much needed device. "This will only be the start." I brought it to the paper and burned away Saryana's file. "Sure, you can rehire. You can call everyone in and threaten them with all sorts of things. But can you do all that before I call the cops here? An anonymous tip that you've been working people without proper documentation. Or I could get her testimony. Selling people against their wishes is sentient trafficking. Should I go on?"
"The police won't care. Not around here at least, they have bigger problems, and those hutts would skin me alive." Ok, he was smart and had some good reasons. No matter. I had some reasons of my own. Getting up from my seat I lit two more documents, letting them fall to ashes on the ground. This time, I walked over to a small safe and opened it.
"I'm a thief by trade. You should get a better locking system." That did it. Instantly the man seemed silent. Employment could be fixed. Credit chips... once lost they were gone. After that, our negotiations ran rather swiftly. He agreed wholeheartedly after only a little more coercion and words and when I showed him the sharpness of my claws... well, lets just say they can be as convincing as a knife when used right. Before too much longer, I was back to what would son cease to be our home.
[member="Saryana Lynae"]
[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
