I get up, and nothin' gets me dowwwwn.

[Boclaa Nouis]

He sat at a booth in the corner of a cantina & Grill, uncontrollably shaking. His eyes twitched and his brown hair dangled as he looked up at the obviously nervous waiter. "W-w-what would you l-like to drink?" The young waiter asked. "Nothing...have a nice day." He muttered, turning back towards his table. "Uh...then, I mean...of c-course!" The waiter than quickly fled, leaving Boclaa sheltered from the world and alone. He continued to sit there in complete silence, a wicked and disturbing grin slowly beginning to grow on his face. He chuckled lightly, still shaking which caused several nervous glances from other patrons of the bar.

[member="Mrrew"]

[member="The Voices"]

 

[The Voices]

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A Chiss sat a few tables away from [member="Boclaa Nouis"], holding a glass of water with both hands. The Voices were telling him what he had to do... He didn't want to do it. They didn't do anything to him! This is just like what happened on Tatooine... No, he didn't want to! But he had to, the voices were telling him to, he didnt have to lsiten to them! Yes he did...

The patrons in all the tables around the Chiss could hear him muttering to himself. "No, No, I don't want to... No! You can't make me!" His hands tightened around the glass of water. "Why? I know... I know you have... But why? Why now? Th- They have...?" He looked up, noticing a young boy staring at him from another table, with wide eyes. His parents were doing the same. He stared back down at his glass. "No, no, no... I can't... He will? I would? ... Then... I suppose I have too..."

Without another word, the Chiss reached into his jacket, and removed a balster pistol. All the patrons watching him instnatly got to their feet, and started running for the exit. The Chiss stood, and begun firing into the crowd. A blaster bolt hit in between the boy's shoulder blades first. Then one hit an eldery zeltron woman stumbling for the door. Another hamstrung a Gran. Within minutes however, most of the patrons managed to clear out.

The Chiss slowly sat down in his seat, whie the Gran dragged himeself to the door. "See.. there... I did it... I saved all those people. Are you happy now?" He took a sip of his water.

 

[Boclaa Nouis]

He stared emotionless as blaster fire filled the air. He looked at the corpses, unimpressed. He slowly lifted himself from his chair, stumbling over to the Chiss. "You! I'ma talkin' to you!" He snarled, standing directly behind the Chiss. "That was d-disappointing, and I got one thing to karking say. Leave the light on, I'm comin' home!" His sentences not make a bit of sense, he lurched forward, attempting to bash the Chiss's head off of the wooden table the Chiss had been sitting at. All the while, the same wicked grin was on his face. Now, a sane person would not approach a humanoid who just happened to murder several other people, but Boclaa was an exception. This situation would probably have two different possibilities, one being Boclaa winning the fight and attempting to end the life of the Chiss, or Boclaa getting beat to hell.

[member="The Voices"]

(I apologize for this short post)

 

[The Voices]

The Chiss glanced slowly up at [member="Boclaa Nouis"]. What the heck was he doing...? And without warning the large human picked up the table, and bashed the Chiss out of his seat. The Voices started talking again. He'd have to kill him. He didn't want to kill... he already had to kill. But he had to. The Voices told him to. The Chiss slowly backed up on the ground, staring at Bocclaa. "I don't want to hurt you... No, I don't want to hurt him! I already had to... I know, but he was so young! Maybe he would have changed! I know... Wait- he is? But... I don'[t want to hurt you.... Get away... Get away and I won't have to... I don't want to! I WON'T!" The Chiss held his head in both hands, seemingly arguing with someone no one else could see, while a madman loomed over him. "No! I don't want to kill him! I had to kill them! I was saving them! It was for the best! ...It wouldn't be saving him! He will...? How do you know? Oh..." The Chiss slowly looked up at theman, who was probably wondering what the hell he was doing. Either that or lpotting how to kill him. "I see...." And suddenly the Chiss lunged at Boclaa's legs.

 

[Boclaa Nouis]

All the time while the Chiss was talking, Boclaa was talking as well. "I SAT IN A DAMN HOSPITAL BED FOR A FEW WEEKS AND THE MOMENT THE NURSE WALKED IN, SHE LOOKED AT WHAT WAS LEFT OF MY BLOODIED AND SCARRED BODY AND SAID 'This is all a big joke' I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T REALISE THAT YOU WALK UP TO A SMOKER AND SAY 'Oh golly, I thought smoking was good for you!' YOU DON'T OPEN UP MY FATHER'S NON-FUNCTIONING LIVER AND SAY 'I didn't realize that four decades of heavy drinking took this kind of a tool.'" He was then interrupted as the Chiss went for his legs. Not fast enough to react in time, he was easily taken down and hit the floor with a loud thud. He grinned at the slight pain in his back as he hit the hard floor, he LOVED it! He then looked up at the Chiss, grinning at him. He held up both of his hands, attempting to send his right fist shooting into the jaw of the creature.

[member="The Voices"].

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[The Voices]

(Two lunatics walk into a bar...)

The hit jerked the Chiss' head backwards, but he quickly recovered, and attempted to pin [member="Boclaa Nouis"] to the ground. He didn't know what he was doing. The Voices were telling him. Go for his throat. Strangle him. Kill him before he kills you. And so he did. The Chiss' hands attempted to clamp over the fellow lunatic's throat, in order to cut off oxygen. His face was a mixture of emotions. Rage, fear, confusion, regret. He had to kill him. The Voices told him to. Besides, he attacked him... Shouldn't he want to kill him? It didn't matter. He had to do what The Voices said. He tightened his grasp.

 

[Boclaa Nouis]

He was pinned to the ground and felt the Chiss's blue hands clamp down on his throat. Instead of fear or panic on his face, it was a grin. He then looked around, still grinning. He was unable to breath. He began coughing but then his right hand shot up, attempting to grip onto the Chiss's throat in retaliation. His grin revealed his rotting teeth and his two missing front teeth. If he had managed to get the grip, he'd increase the strength of it with all of his remaining might. The twisted and deranged man stared up at the Chiss, thinking of an image in his head of the Chiss slowly slumping to the ground, struggling to breath.

[member="The Voices"].

 

[The Voices]

[member="Boclaa Nouis"] was stronger. He wasn't sure how he still had the strength to strangle him while he was losing oxygen, but he did. The voices were urging him on. He was losing oxygen too, now. He had to kill him first. Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him. The Voices chanted in his mind. Why was he doing this? Why was he listening to the voices? He had to. Had to kill him. Or he'd die. The Voices told him what to do. Before he lost strength. Before he lsot too much air. The Chiss stayed over Boclaa, pinning him down, and rammed a knee below the human's belt.

 

[Boclaa Nouis]

He gritted his teeth and groaned, unable to keep his grip on the creature's throat. The elbow caused more pain, which did not assist the mercenary at all. The only thing he could possibly do was attempt everything he'd learned from years of combat. Once again, he attempted to throw another punch, yet these strikes were not as powerful as they could be. He then threw another, and another, all aimed towards the Chiss's jaw. He was not loosing his life...at least not yet.

[member="The Voices"].

 

[The Voices]

The first blow snapped the Chiss' head back, loosening his grip on [member="Boclaa Nouis"]'s throat, while the second threw him off the human. He had to kill him. We'll kill him for you.. We'll save you. We won't let you die. The Voices spoke in his mind. Did he have any other choice? The human would kill him otherwise? He had to... just like he had to shoot those people. The Voices told him to. He had to. He let the Voices in. He let them take control.

All fear drained from the Chiss' face. It wans't the same person, anymore. That was evident simply by the expression, or lack thereof, on his face. His mouth was full of blood... far more blood then there should be just for a few punches to the jaw. He slowly stood up, staring at the human. There were no emotion there anymore. No anger, no fear, nothing. He spit out a tooth on the ground. The human hadn't hit him that hard. The Chiss grinned at Boccla, revealing two rows of long pointed teeth visibly growing from his gum, pushing out the incisors that normally would be there. A predatory grin.

He lunged for the mercenary's throat.

 

[Boclaa Nouis]

As soon as the Chiss grinned, he spun around sideways. He held up his shoulder, hoping to stop the creature from digging into his neck, and instead the shoulder. However, he did protect his face but he left one thing unprotected...his left ear. Nothing covered it, not his shoulder, not his arm, nothing. Also based on the Chiss's teeth, it was extremely possible that he could rip it off with ease. However, Boccla was more concerned about where the Chiss would attack and based on the Chiss's past actions, he guessed it was somewhere near or the head. "HAVE A NICE DAY!" He barked.

[member="The Voices"]

 

[The Voices]

Two rows of newly formed razor-sharp teeth ripped into [member="Boclaa Nouis"]'s shoulder, before the Chiss realized the human had turned. He wasted no time in grabbing him by the shoulders, to keep him still, and sinking dozens of sharp teeth into the side of the mercenary's head. There was no longer hesitation and regret in the Chiss's actions. He no longer was unsure of whether or not he wanted to take the man's life. All that was left was the blin agression of a rabid animal. Blood pooled around the Chiss's fingernails as they slowly ;lloosened themselves from his hands, making way for sharp black claws that replaced them. The Voices wanted him to die. And so he would.


(Not actually trying to kill you oocly, don't worry. )

 

[Boclaa Nouis]

He grunted and barked in agony as the teeth broke into his flesh, sending blood flying everywhere. The pain was unimaginable, it was like one of those holoflick zombie movies. However, he managed to shout one thing as he was a bleeding mess. "I'M HARDCORE, I'M HARDCORE, I'M KARKING HARDCORE!" He lurched to the side, blood running down his head, most dripping down into his mouth due to his grin. Yes, he felt pain but he dealt with it in a different way. He enjoyed the feel of pain...and he was sure going to enjoy the sound of screaming and begging from the Chiss. His shoulder was too injured to be able to use efficiently in a fight for at least a few weeks but that problem was not going to stop him from raising all Hell. He began sprinting, attempting to plow the Chiss into one of the wooden bar tables behind them. As he attempted to pull this off, he attempted to grip onto the Chiss's shirt with his undamaged hand.

[member="The Voices"]

 

[The Voices]

The Chiss's face softened as he hit the table, staring at [member="Boclaa Nouis"] for a moment as the human grabbed his shirt. "I'm... I'm sorry... They... They told me to..." Suddenly the Chiss's face twisted in to the snarl it wore earlier. "KILL YOU!" Two sets of sharp black claws reached for Boccla's trhoat, attempting to pierce his windpipe with the sharp digits rather then choke him as he attempted before.

Meanwhile, sirens were heard outside, getting closer by the second.

 

[Boclaa Nouis]

He felt the claws dig into his throat, he began gasping, blood pouring from the wound now in his throat. He stared into the creature's eyes, coughing and grasping for air. He attempted to pull away in order to fall onto his knees, he wasn't 100% certain that his windpipe or anything was pierced but he did know one thing for sure. He couldn't breathe and it was very, very, very painful.

[member="The Voices"]

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[The Voices]

The Chiss lunged forwards, towards the human's throat, as he fell to his knees. The kill was certain now. He was wounded. Moments before two rows of razor sharp fangs literally ripped out of his throat, however, the Chiss's faced softened again... "He.. He won't hurt us now..." The Chiss looked slightly to the side, as if listening to someone. "No! We don't have to kill him.. He wont' kill us now! He's dying anyway!" A low growl formed in the Chiss's throat, and he turned to the choking human with a murderous glance in his eye. A moment later, the violent expression faded, however. "No! We don't have to kill him!" When the Chiss shouted, Boclaa could see that his teeth were, somehow, back to normal. "No! I won't let you!" And without another word, he spun around, and raced out the door.

[member="Boclaa Nouis"]

 

[Boclaa Nouis]

He stared as the Chiss retreated, and he fell to his back. Blood continued to pour out of his throat until around six police officers barged in, blasters raised. Behind them lay paramedics who quickly rushed over to Boclaa. "WE GOT A SURVIVOR!" A man barked. Two paramedics nodded, rushing back outside and returning with a stretcher. They returned, lifting the man up and allowing him to rest on the stretcher. "Bring 'em to the speeder, I'll see if anyone else in 'ere is still alive", A paramedic said, nodding as the paramedics rolled Baclaa out and onto the medical speeder. All Boclaa knew was, he was thinking of very, very, very heart-warming thoughts (At least to Baclaa.) His derranged and demented imagination allowed him to picture the body of the Chiss lying on the floor, blood pouring from wounds.

[member="The Voices"]