Guns and Models

[B'arin Fett]

Ugly.

That was one way to describe the spice lord of the Hutt Cartel. Cadan Tazi was his name... why did he have to be a Duros?

B'arin chased Cadan throughout the crowded streets of Coruscant in his full Beskar'gam, cloak and all. His Beskad was at the ready, freshly sharpened and ready to shed blood.

 

[Slot 17]

Girls. Screaming girls. Ren was almost constantly surrounded them wherever they went. They'd been giving out countless autographs, taking millions of pictures, and even singing happy birthday for people. But still, these girls couldn't get enough of them. The security guards with them started quickly leading them away from the crowd while some of the local authorities held the girls back. They managed to slip into an alleyway that was currently vacant. Ren sighed. It was good to get a break every now and then.​

​

[member="B'arin Fett"]​

[member="Cadan Tazi"]​

 

[B'arin Fett]

Thump


That's the sound of a pissed Mandalorian smacking against a supermodel. B'arin toppled the godly being to the ground, accidentally of course, and lands on top of them... once again, accidentally.

[member="Ren Soah"]

 

[Slot 17]

​

Ow..... Ren was suddenly staring straight up at the sky. What the? Was someone on top of them right now? How the Hell did that happen?? The two security guards with them stared down at the spectacle in disbelief for a few seconds. They then quickly grabbed the man who was responsible, restraining him by his arms just in case he was also an avid fan.​

​

Ren sat up, sucking in a few breaths of air. This guy had really knocked the wind out of them. They looked up at the man, giving him a slightly surprised look.​

​

"You know, it helps to watch where you're going when you're running..."​

​

[member="B'arin Fett"]​

 

[B'arin Fett]

B'arin was about to swear at the top of his lungs, but he stopped himself; his face full of rage fading away.

"I was in a bit of a hurry... I do apologize. *he mumbles to himself* Fething slimeball probably got away..."

He looks up at the two guards. "Mind putting me down?" The helmet made his voice deeper, almost scarily.

[member="Ren Soah"]​

 

[Slot 17]

Ren stood up, looking down at themself. The armored body that had turned them into a pancake was probably going to leave a very large bruise. Good thing they never modeled without a shirt on. The security guards stood rigid, unphased by the threatening demeanor of the man's voice. Ren brushed themself off and nodded to the guards. They released the stranger to the ground.​

​

"Well then, I won't keep you. At least you were nice enough to say sorry."​

​

[member="B'arin Fett"]​

 

[B'arin Fett]

B'arin pauses, looking up at the blinding beauty... he slowly removes his helmet, revealing a scarred face, and a cocky smirk.

"Well... didn't expect to see a celebrity today..."

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan was sprinting through the busy streets of Coruscant, his burnt, bloodied and shot up trench coat was flapping in the wind behind him. His trenchcoat clung to his Red Raven Shot Caller Armor, the armor wore the scares of battle, much like the face underneath the helmet. Going up the right side of his face was a series of burns and scars. Bouncing around, attached to the right side of his leg was a DL-18, the words "Sunshine" could bee seen sketched into the handle. He wore two wrist mounted weapons, on his left wrist a M99 Rocket system and on his right a CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector. On his back, bouncing with each step was a Red Raven Gauss Rifle equipped with an Augmented Shooting Tool.

Cadan thought back on the events that had led him to this. He had successfully smuggled spice onto this damned planet, and was selling it to all of these 'respectable' business people. They wanted it for the after party of some supermodels. Who? Cadan didn't know, and he didn't care, unless the supermodel was a Twi'lek...

The Spice Lord was ducking and weaving through alleys, his breaths coming in quick wheezes. Maybe he should give up smoking? Cadan shook that thought away, smoking was harmless!

With a quick look behind him, Cadan saw that the chaser seemed to have disappeared. The pirate stood for a breather.

[member="B'arin Fett"] [member="Ren Soah"]

 

[B'arin Fett]

B'arin noticed that a familiar Duros was holding onto his knees, breathing heavily in a nearby alley.

"Excuse me... "

B'arin sprinted to his target as he readied his fist for a punch. If he landed it correctly, he could knock Cadan out in a flash.

"HEY UGLY, SURPRISE!"

 

[Cadan Tazi]

The first sign Cadan had of the attack was the feet, landing and pushing off from the ground. The second was the movement just to his right, he caught it in his peripheral vision. By years of living with scum where you had to be on high alert Cadan, dropped to the ground call it instinct. Although this left him laying flat and prone to another attack, he had managed to avoid the flying fist of fury.

"HEY UGLY, SURPRISE!" The insult was pointless Cadan thought. Why did people always have to narrate what they were doing. Although this didn't matter, Cadan had to deal with this attacker here and now.

[member="B'arin Fett"] [member="Ren Soah"]

 

[B'arin Fett]

I swear if I miss this...


B'arin prayed hard to land the punch, keeping his other hand on the hilt of his beskad just in case.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan was prone, and vulnerable. All he could see was the ground ahead of him, then a pair of feet, again. The pirate went to roll sideways but the attack was to quick. The fist connected with the back of Cadan's helmet, forcing him to also head but the ground in front of him.

The light drain from Cadan's vision, the world around him turning black, then it was cold. His mind slipped into the all too common would of unconsiousness. He had visited this place many times before, especially after the death of Fiarr. All because of his addiction to spice. Cadan would use it to escape the world he lived in.

[member="B'arin Fett"]