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[Rorshork]

The bartender shook his head multiple times. "You point a weapon in her face and then think I'll be alright with it, motherfether? Shouldn't you be licking the mud from someone's boots in an alleyway for credits, or something?" The bartender asked again, anger filling his voice. The bartender then spat at [member="Cross Ikon"] before showing him a rather rude gesture.

 

[Cross Ikon]

I sighed, and the grin slid off my face again.

"Kid, you just don't know what's good for you, huh? If you're gonna try to fight me, let's step outside so we don't wreck the bar."

The bar itself was a true work of art... Or the work of a deranged mind. It was neon, multicolored, glow in the dark, and it lit up.

"Seriously, if I kick your ass in here, I risk hurting somebody or something. I'd really rather not fight you at all, but you're a real brat, kid."

[member="Rorshork"]

 

[Rorshork]

Rorshork watched the bartender from his datapad in amusement. "W-w-w-w-w-what?" The bartender said, the fear now growing on his face. "N-no! Y-y-you can't do that!" The bartender pleaded, looking around nervously. "F-f-f-feth you! F-f-feth yourself!" The bartender added, sweat pouring down his forehead. "No! Y-y-your nothing. Y-y-you don't know how powerful m-m-my parents are in t-t-this city!" The bartender said once more. Rorshork burst into laughter after listening to the pleading bartender, waiting for the response from [member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Cross Ikon]

I was really angry, now. Who the hell was this kid that thought he could insult me and get away with it?

"This city is Coruscant, boy. Power means nothing. Eight hundred years ago, I saw this city's true face. On the backs of billions, there's people like you. Fething freeloaders. Then we have decent people above and below the freeloaders."

I grinned.

"But then, there's me. I've seen things you can't even imagine, boy. I was old when your parents were born. It's a miracle that I'm alive. The power of one planet is meaningless, when one has influence upon thousands of others."

My eyes were probably gleaming red again. I was that angry.

"Now, do you fear death, boy?"

[member="Rorshork"]

 

[Rorshork]

Rorshork watched patiently, waiting for the bartender's response on the security feed. The boy's face was covered with a mask of fear. "NO! FETH YOU!" The bartender screamed, which was obviously a fething lie but however, the insult was not. He vaulted the bar, sprinting straight to the exit but was interrupted once a drunk holding a tray, crashed into the boy, sending him tumbling to the floor. Only a few feet away from [member="Cross Ikon"], the bartender stared up in fear, shaking his head multiple times.

 

[Cross Ikon]

The boy was at my mercy. What a little fething brat.

"I could kill you right now. [member="Rorshork"] wants me to kill you. Do you understand what a monumental piece of sh*t you are, boy?"

I stared coldly into his face.

"Remember the name Cross. Remember that I could have killed you. That you were inches from death, and I spared your life. If I have to talk to you again, you will pay for my time. With money and blood. Now, go pay the fething tab off. If you remember, I left you some credits over there."

I found the security camera and grinned evily at it. And I walked back towards the office.

 

[Rorshork]

"A-a-a-a-alright!" The bartender yelped, scrambling to his feet. Rorshork shut off the datapad, tossing it on his desk before scooping up his hat and sliding it on. Once [member="Cross Ikon"] entered, a grin was on Rorshork's face. "Good, good, good anklebiter!" Rorshork said joyfully. "Take a seat. I also assume you'll be leaving now? Nah! I will pay ya first, mate!" Rorshork said, removing a large pack of credits from his desk and tossing it over to Cross. "Now, any questions?"

 

[Cross Ikon]

"You owe me big. You're not getting paid for the first bit of intel we get, [member='Rorshork']."

I shook my head.

"Also, do you have anything of a vintage of over a century or two?"

 

[Rorshork]

"Wouldn't ya prefer somethin' more modern?" He asked, curiously. He then shook his head slowly, looking up at [member="Cross Ikon"]. "I ain't got nothin' of use, anklebiter", The Feeorin said, sorrow in his voice. "Now, do you need a mode of transportation to the nearest docking station?" He asked curiously.

 

[Cross Ikon]

"No, [member="Rorshork"], I have my own ship."

I got up and shook his hand.

"It's been.... enlightening."

 

[Rorshork]

He shook the man's hand twice, grinning. "Yes, I wish ya farewell, anklebiter!" Rorshork said happily. "I suggest leavin' my bouncers alone next time, as well." The Feeroin chuckled, gesturing towards the door.

[member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Cross Ikon]

I grinned and spoke over my shoulder.

"As long as they don't think they can beat me, next time, [member='Rorshork']."