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[Rorshork]

Sitting in his office, Rorshork slowly removed his hat, tossing it upon his desk. Tonight had been a VERY, VERY, VERY bland night. He was lazily tapping his fingers on his desk, sighing heavily. A cigar rested on his rough lips and his yellow glowing eyes were the only thing currently giving light to the room. He heard the laughter and conversations from his office but still decided to stay in his office, being anti-social.

[member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Cross Ikon]

I'd heard about this kinda seedy cantina and its seedy little owner. [member="Rorshork"] was pretty well-reputed for being the man to come to for information. Spicedealer, con artist, and general scoundrel.

I was going to meet him to discuss a contract with the Shadow Empire. We still needed informants to build a new intelligence network, and [member="Rorshork"] was just the right guy for the job.

I walked up to the door, still in my normal armored uniform and hat... And was stopped by the bouncers at the door. The man who accosted me was a tall-ish Weequay who stood as if he had weapons hidden in uncomfortable places. I lost the grin on my face, and my voice went real quiet.

"I wouldn't do that, sonny."

"Who're you calling sonny, Red? We don't like military types around here. Attracts the wrong kind of attention."

"Well, I'm going in, and you're stepping out of my way."

The other bouncer, an equally nasty-looking Cathar, interjected.

"You gonna make us step away, old man?"

I slowly grinned. There would have been a red gleam in my eyes for anybody who could see my face.

"Old man? I don't see an old man here. Just a couple of pups who need an ass-whooping"

The Cathar was too busy trying to come up with a retort to notice me reaching for my hat. The Weequay noticed....

"Stop! Drop your hands to your sides!"

... And fell down as I hit him with the metal brim of my hat. Wouldn't leave a slash, but it'd hurt like hell for a while. The Cathar leaped at me, claws extended, and got the butt of my Vorpal pistol in his face. I cocked it and aimed it at his head.

"So, who was beating who, kitty cat?"

I knocked him out with another pommel whip. I shook my head at the Weequay's prone form and walked through the door. A scantily dressed waitress came over.

"Are you here for the afternoon show, sir? It starts in fifteen minutes."

She had the slight bulge of a blaster hidden under her skirt.

"How about you take me to Mr. Rorshork, and you don't do something stupid with that cute little pistol of yours."

"How dare you-"

"Why don't you check on your buddies outside. You'll see I mean business."

Her eyes widened.

"What did you do to those two, you old fether?!"

"I taught them a lesson in misjudging opponents."

"Kark you, you old sh*t!"

"Lady, just tell me where your boss is. I don't have time for your little fit."

She gave me the finger.

"Find him yourself, nerf herder!"

So, I walked to the back. There was a door that was frosted over, and had another ugly in front of it.

"I know Rorshork's inside, boy. Don't be hasty."

He opened the door hesitantly, as if he thought he might die if he did. When I talked again, my tone was mocking.

"Ah, how are you doing today, Mr. Rorshork? Nice bouncers you have..."

 

[Rorshork]

He sighed loudly, staring at [member="Cross Ikon"] with his wide-brim hat lowered. He slowly held up his comm-link, speaking into it slowly. "Don't send anymore people up 'ere, mate. I'll handle this gentleman myself", He said, lowering the comm-link and releasing a small grin. "Greetings! Take a seat, please", The crime-lord said, pointing to the chair as if he had been oblivious to the bouncer comment. "Would you like a cigar and also-" The Feeorin stopped himself, snarling at the bouncer behind the door.

"GET OUTTA HERE, YOU MOTHERFETHER!" He barked angrily, watching as the bouncer quickly nodded and slammed the door shut. "Sorry for the inconvenience. However, I don't remember contacting you...or anybody else. However, you look bright as a button, eh? Ya look like a bright spark, as well." The crime-lord released a slight cough, looking back up to Cross. "Now, I got plenty 'a time to yack. What do you need?" The Feeorin then went silent, politely waiting for a response.

 

[Cross Ikon]

"Quite simply, I need contacts, [member='Rorshork']. The Shadow Empire needs contacts. And I heard that you're the man who can get us some. And you obviously have a fethload trade contacts, or else this place wouldn't have nearly as much business."

I glanced around the room real quick, taking in the scenery.

"Sorry for roughing up those boys at the door. The young never appreciate experience, do they?"

 

[Rorshork]

"Nah, I'm afraid not. Their combat is rubbish, as well", Rorshork said with a chuckle. "They're bloody useless yet this still bust a gut to get the job done. One of 'em even kicked the bucket for messin' with one of 'em dancers!" Rorshork said with another burst of laughter. "Ya want me to sign some type 'a contract? I don't know, I don't wanna sign no contract and be treated like a small anklebiter, ya know?" He asked. "Now, you wanna show me the contract, boy?" He asked, blowing a smoke ring from his cigar. He then slumped down in his seat, clearing his throat.

[member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Cross Ikon]

"Honestly, the contract you'd be signing would be through me, rather than through the King or somebody like that. You're okay with that though, right?"

I would be genuinely surprised if he respected me enough to actually sign over to me. He didn;t even know the kind of rank I held, or anything.

[member="Rorshork"]

 

[Rorshork]

"Just show me the damn contract, anklebiter!" He said, giving a motion with his hand. "Now, would ya like a whiskey?" He asked curiously, waiting for the contract or whatever [member="Cross Ikon"] was about to...or probably about to pull out.

 

[Cross Ikon]

"Anklebiter, eh? You're real funny, ya know?"

I pulled out a datapad with a contract on it. The contract basically said that [member="Rorshork"] would not be sending any military intel to anybody but the Shadow Empire without my knowledge, and set me up as the military liason for the Feeorin's operations.

"This is all I've got right now. If you're interested in a smuggling contract or something like that, I'll come back myself and show it to you. And what's the strongest whiskey you've got?"

 

[Rorshork]

"I got Dodbri whiskey", He said as he glanced over the contract. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got one problem with this contract...I don't like working with ass-kissing scum", He said coldly. He stared directly into [member="Cross Ikon"]'s eyes, anger on his features. Something had seemingly pissed him off bad enough to act like this as he was usually a polite man.

 

[Cross Ikon]

"Ass-kissing, [member="Rorshork"]? To what are you refferring? In the Navy, the buck stops with me. There's nobody's ass to kiss. You do not seem to understand the measure of respect I have for your business if you think that I couldn't have delegated this to a subordinate."

I drank some of the whiskey and continued.

"I don't delegate, because I'd rather be face-to-face with those I'm working with. If that's not enough for you, then what is?"

 

[Rorshork]

He hesitantly looked back to the datapad, sighing loudly. "I understand," The crime-lord then quickly signed off the contract, removing his hat and placing it on his desk. "I apologize. However, I require a name first, Mr.....?" He then blew out another smoke ring, shaking his head multiple times.

[member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Cross Ikon]

"Oh... The contract only has my last name on it. Well, just call me Cross, [member='Rorshork']. I'm not overly fond of my last name, anyway."

I took another pull at the whiskey.

"Don't worry about your people getting caught. I take care of my allies."

 

[Rorshork]

"Eh anklebiter, I got a question for ya. Do you enjoy spice?" He asked with a grin. He then slowly pulled himself out of his seat pointing to the door. "Nah, I'm just joking, boy! However, ya be able to make someone kick the bucket?" He asked. "Ya know, pushin' up daisies?"

[member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Cross Ikon]

"You're direct, ain't'cha? It depends on who you want dead, and whether or not you mind being connected to it."

I looked at [member="Rorshork"] and grinned.

"Might be funny to see what happens when some random military officer just busts in and shoots everything."

 

[Rorshork]

"Well, you see I like givin' anklebiters a chance, ya know? Anyway, one of my bartenders...young fella, he's been givin' discounts. Now, I warn 'em every time but it don't seem to be working. Take 'em to the freezer behind the bar, shut the door and 'cause this boy pain. I think another anklebiter making another anklebiter kicking the bucket will be amusin', ya know?" He asked.

[member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Cross Ikon]

"Hey, now, [member='Rorshork']. Discounts aren't a big deal. Who's he been giving them to?"

I glared a bit.

"Seriously, unless it's really something wrong, I'm not killing a kid over that."

 

[Rorshork]

"C'mon anklebiter. He's been givin' these discounts over to his girl. She dances and then drinks, she shouldn't be drinkin' while workin'. Now, are you gonna get the job done? These are like large 'mounts 'a discounts. I mean, if we be sellin' somethin' for fifty credits, he'll be given it to 'er for three. Big fething problem", He said angrily.

[member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Cross Ikon]

"Heh... If I had bosses like you when I was young, I would've been dead six or seven times over. I'll talk to him. Not gonna do anything drastic, [member='Rorshork']."

I sighed. And then grinned again.

"If it gives you an idea of my style, I gave my pirate girlfriend a strike force and the title of Vice Admiral. I sympathize with the kid. But giving rank to an experienced person out of favoritism is one thing... gypping your employer is another. I promise I'll do something about it."


(OOC: You're NPCing the kid, right? Cos I don't like writing battles against myself like I did in my first post.)

 

[Rorshork]

(I'll NPC him.)

He sat in his office watching the security feed on his datapad. He watched as the bartender sat behind the bar, regularly serving customers. "Go! He's downstairs now!" He barked at [member="Cross Ikon"]. He then watched as the same dancer he had been given discounts to came up and took a drink...this time without even fething dropping a single credit.

 

[Cross Ikon]

I walked up to the bar, seeing the 'discounted' drink there. I picked it up and drank it, grinning on the totally offended looks on the faces of the bartender and his girl. I waved off the girl.

"You can come back in a moment. Your boy and I need to talk some shop."

The girl was.... the same girl who'd threatened me earlier. What irony. She looked ready to shoot me.

"You little red-haired piece of feth! I've had enough of you coming in here like you're-"

I had the barrel of my Vorpal in her face. I sighed and looked her in the face.

"Insult me again, and you're at the end of the line. Understand, girlie?"

She nodded, stony-faced.

"Good. Now go away and do your job, while I talk to your guy, here. Now."

I pointed towards the stage, and she stalked off. I swung around to look the guy in the eyes. There was no fear there.

"Look, boyo. I understand why you do what you do. We all have a girl we love. But you can't neglect the fact that you have a responsibility to make your boss money. Even if you just took the money off your paycheck and put it back in [member="Rorshork"]'s account, that would be better than giving away free stuff. She's beautiful and you love each other. I understand. But if I have to come back here... I'll have to do something more physical. To both of you. And I would hate that, understand?"

I pulled out some money and handed it to the kid.

"Will that cover the girl's tab?"