Gang war(Sal Valentino)

[Zakary Saz]

Zakary's men, headed down a filthy alleyway, blasters at the ready. They headed down several more turns and spins, before coming to a sudden halt at a dead end. They quickly crouched down behind dumpsters and other objects, readying their weapons. However, most of Zakary's men were simple bounty hunters and mercenaries, not very experienced. People were going to die...a lot of people.

[member="Sal Valentino"].

 

[Sal Valentino]

In an alley deep down in Coruscant underworld, the notorious mob boss, Sal Valentino had just finished dealing with some of his less trustworthy 'customers'. As his force of 2 dozen men took care of the lifeless bodies, footsteps caught Sal's attention. Many footsteps, a reasonable amount of men, and possibly, reasonable opposition.

Turning to face the direction of the approaching footsteps, Sal noticed armour clad men assaulting his position. They were all holding weapons. Noticing that the other gang had taken cover, Sal decided he would do the same. With a flick of his wrist, his men, with weapons now drawn also took positions behind various peices of cover.

It looked like this would be a battle of attrition. But the only thing that mattered now was who would shoot first, if anyone was going to shoot that is.

[member="Zakary Saz"]

 

[Zakary Saz]

"Hey Sal, did ya miss me?" He asked, nodding towards his men, who increased their grip on their weapons. "I'm here to talk, talk about your funeral arrangements. I was thinking about having it at my mansion? It'll be a great time, indeed!" He said, joy in his voice. "First though, I wanna know where you have been? You've been messin' with my bounty hunters, I know that. Because they don't seem to stop by anymore and that don't make me happy Sal", He said, a wicked grin appearing on his face.

[member="Sal Valentino"].

 

[Sal Valentino]

Zakary Saz. A mob boss Sal wasn't a fan of, he didn't respect Sal's power, and was often seen messing around in territory that didn't belong to him. From what Sal had found out, this man knew business, his business could maybe rivals Sal's, if it wasn't for the years of experience separating the two.

Standing up from behind his cover, Sal looked towards his enemy. "You don't want to do this Zak, I know where you live, I know where your loved ones live. It isn't worth it." Hopefully Sal could talk his way out of this situation. Violence led to much more cover ups, and money being spent, though if it didn't come to the violent option, sal would not hesitate to kill them all.

[member="Zakary Saz"]

 

[Zakary Saz]

He chuckled at the threats, he had killed most of his family. "Really? Really Sal, are you joking? You must have not been lookin' through my window long enough, I killed my family", He said, removing his blaster pistol. He pointed the weapon at one of Sal's gangsters, grinning. "Sal, lemme tell ya something. You and all of your men can go feth themselves", He said, chuckling loudly.

[member="Sal Valentino"].

 

[Sal Valentino]

The situation looked dire, sal and his men were corned in an alley against an opponent who wasn't going to give up without a fight. Luckily for Sal, Zakary didn't know that more of his men were approaching as backup and would arrive shortly. The only thing Sal would need to do was stall, which should be easy enough against an egotistic enemy such as Zakary Saz.

"What's your problem Zakary?" Sal began, "You come into my territory, try to start your own little empire. And now, you're the one who's mad?"

[member="Zakary Saz"]

 

[Zakary Saz]

"W-what? I-I mean....how dare you insult m-me?" He asked, struggling with his words. "What do you mean "Little empire?" I'm the deadliest mob-boss in all of the fething galaxy!" The ignorant, uneducated, and stubborn mob-boss said. Anger could be seen on Zakary's face, real anger. "YOU THINK YOU CAN INSULT ME? FETH YOU, FETH YOU, FETH YOU!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. "YOU CONSIDER YOUR MOB A FETHING EMPIRE? YOU REALLY BROUGHT ONLY THESE GUYS? C'MON SAL, COME AT ME! YOUR LIKE FETHING SEVENTY YEARS OLD! WHADDYA GONNA DO, MAN?"

[member="Sal Valentino"].

 

[Sal Valentino]

Zakary was mad. Perfect. Not matter who it is, people do stupid things when they are mad, things they may regret later. "Who are you kidding Zakary? We both know you can't hit me with that blaster from over there, you have trouble shooting someone a metre away!" With that, Sal removed his knife in one swift movement and launched it towards where Zakary was standing.

Training with knifes for almost 40 years, it was sure to hit it's target, unless of course the enemy mob boss moved. It looked like it was Sal who had fired the first shot, and had maybe started the firefight.

[member="Zakary Saz"]

 

[Zakary Saz]

He had a look of surprise and fear appear on his face as Sal removed the blade. "PLEASE NO!" He shouted but he still took the blade, screaming in agony as it pierced his gut. He fell to his knees, listening as half of his men started firing at Sal's guys and half of Zakary's guys, retreated. However, Zakary's men were not focused on Sal, they were focused on his men. Zakary started to crawl backwards, staring at Sal. "NO PLEASE! STOP, STOP, STOP!" He shouted, as his men kept firing.

[member="Sal Valentino"].

 

[Sal Valentino]

The blade hit Zakary, and his men began to fire, though none of the blaster fire even came within distance of Sal. The once boastful mob boss was now on the floor, almost begging for mercy.

As if they had been waiting for this moment, Sal's reinforcements arrived, blocking the other end of the alleyway. Now Zakary and his men were trapped between two lots of Sal's men. However none of his men fired a shot, they still waited for the Boss' signal. "If you drop your weapons, we will show you and your men mercy!" Sal shouted, attempting to be heard over the blaster fire.

If the hostiles did not put their weapons down, they could try and escape, though very unlikely, it could be done.

[member="Zakary Saz"]

 

[Zakary Saz]

His men continued to fire, as most could not hear their orders. Zakary just shook his head, putting his hands out in front of him. "SAL-" Zakary was interrupted as he noticed most of his men, turning around and dropping their weapons. Only one continued to fire and Zakary was now backed up against the wall. "PLEASE MAN, DON'T KILL ME!" He shouted and that is when it happened. Ten of his once surrendering men, dived back into cover, equipping their weapons. They then continued to fire at Sal's men. "THEY WONT DO IT, MAN! PLEASE, DON'T KILL ME! I APOLIGIZE, YOU LET ME LIVE AND I'LL NEVER HEAD BACK HERE AGAIN, I SWEAR!" The young mob-boss shouted, now simply just begging for mercy. "PLEASE, I'M TOO YOUNG TO FETHING DIE!"

[member="Sal Valentino"].

 

[Sal Valentino]

Realising that Zakary and his empire could be useful, Sal decided he would allow him to live. However for his men, their lived ended here. Finally giving the signal, Sal's men, from either side of the alleyway began to fire in a rain of blaster fire. Most of the cover in the alley was useless and it was obvious that the men who were working for Zakary were just ill-experienced hired guns. Doubting the firefight would last long, Sal stood behind a nearby wall and waited for the firing to stop.

[member="Zakary Saz"][member="Zakary Saz"]

 

[Zakary Saz]

His rebelling men went down in about ten seconds, most being killed in the first wound. "N-NO!" He shouted, watching as their corpses slumped to the ground. His terrified gaze turned to [member="Sal Valentino"]. "NO, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" He shouted, dropping his blaster on the filthy ground. "C'mon, please! D-don't kill me, don't do it! What do you want from me? Just ask me, I'll give you fething anything!" He declared. "I-I'm sorry, sorry for everything I ever fething did! I just became twenty years old, you c-can't kill me!"

 

[Sal Valentino]

With the blaster fire slowly stopping, Sal got up from his cover. Walking over to the begging mob boss, one of his trusty henchmen kept a blaster aimed at Zakary's head, and kicked his blaster away from him. "I'm not going to kill you." Sal declared, probably to Zakary's relief.

But what Sal was going to do was humiliate him. Making a gesture, Sal's men grabbed Zakary, pulling him to his feet, and toward one their ships. The two of them would now take a trip to the penthouse, where they would discuss the future if Zakary. Lighting a cigar, Sal took a seat inside the small shit, opposite to Zakary and the bodyguard that still had a blaster point towards him.

(If it's okay I will be taking Zakary to Sal's penthouse.)

[member="Zakary Saz"]

 

[Zakary Saz]

He was easily taken to the penthouse. He sat in the chair, looking around nervously. "W-what do you want from me?" He asked, fear in his voice. Sweat could easily be seen pouring down his forehead. "Please Sal, j-just let me leave, I wont bother you again!" He begged, attempting to keep his gaze at the floor, only occasionally looking up at Sal. "Sal, how many credits do you want? Name your price, just let me leave, man!"

[member="Sal Valentino"].

 

[Sal Valentino]

Now the two were in the penthouse, alone. It was time to discuss payments, and how Zakary would earn his way out. "Well well well, I can't just let you walk out of here, by paying me some credits you'll easily earn back. Your punishment must be more severe."

Getting up from his seat, the mob boss walked around Zakary, thinking of a suitable punishment. After 5 minutes full of tension, Sal had the perfect idea.

"First things first, I want 50% of your empire's monthly earnings. Also, tell all your men that they work for me now." If these two punishments weren't bad enough, Sal had also thought up something worse. "But that's not it. I also want your finger, preferably your trigger finger. However I will let you pick which one you lose."

Cutting off Zakary's finger would be a symbol to all other people who may want to oppose Sal. This message was far greater than any that could be done with credits and man power.

[member="Zakary Saz"]

(If you don't want a finger removed, just say and I'll edit it.)

 

[Zakary Saz]

(You can take my finger, it would be reasonable for your char to do so)

"N-no! Sal please! I'm just a fething kid, I'm barely an adult!" He said, looking at his hands. "PLEASE SAL, I CAN'T DO THAT! NOT MY FINGERS, NOT MY MEN, NOT OUR CREDITS!" He shouted, staring at [member="Sal Valentino"]. "C'MON, I'LL PAY YOU ANYTHING TO LET ME LEAVE HERE! HOW ABOUT TWENTY-FIVE PERCENT OF OUR MONTHLY EARNINGS?" He shouted, looking at the man who had his weapon trained on him. "PLEASE, YOU GOT TO LET ME LEAVE!"

 

[Sal Valentino]

Zakary had a lot to learn about this business. Especially if he was going to deal with people like Sal. As far as Sal was concerned, if you're old enough to threaten someone's life, you were old enough to get the worse treatments. "Since you obviously didn't know what you were dealing when you started this, I'll be nice to ya."

Sal began to pour himself, and Zakary a glass of whiskey, but doubted he would be in any condition to drink after what came next. "So this is my final offer, I get all your men, all of your property on Coruscant. Oh yes, and your finger. And for all that I'll let you keep your life." Before Zakary even had time to agree to this deal, sal had drew a butcher type knife from his drawer. In a quick swift movement, he slammed the knife onto Zakary's left trigger finger, slicing it off on the first try.

The finger now sat on the desk, severed from the hand.

[member="Zakary Saz"]

 

[Zakary Saz]

"GAHHHHHHHHHHH!" He let out a wretched shout as his finger was removed. "NO! STOP, STOP, STOP! I-I-I'M SORRY, OH GOD!" He shouted, staring at his wound, still shouting in agony. "I-I-IT'S GONE, IT'S FETHING GONE!" He grabbed the area where the finger used to be, falling onto the floor. "IT'S G-GONE! NO, NO, NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING, HELP ME!" He shouted, staring at the ceiling. "NO! NO! NO!"

[member="Sal Valentino"].

 

[Sal Valentino]

"Alright, you can come and get him now." Sal shouted to his henchmen outside. As instructed two men entered the room, approaching Zakary who was on the floor in pain.

The two men lifted Zakary and began walking him to the door, "These two men will take you to the nearest medical center, and after all are agreements are fulfilled, I will allow you to carry on with your life." Sal would stay at his penthouse while his bodyguards loaded Zakary onto the small ship the two had arrived on.

The finger still lay servered on the desk, Sal glanced at it and chuckled at how he just broke an egotistical mob boss.

[member="Zakary Saz"]