Lord Gaius
Chosen
"My life does not revolve around comfort. Still… it was, as I've heard humans say, a 'close shave'." Hasjo Hallu said to the man, Lysle Rigger. The Nautolan was covered in scratches from the vicious claws of a Nexu. His once regal Jedi attire was torn to shreds. His hands and feet were cuffed by powerful chains, to make matters worse, the two chains were interconnected in a fashion that loosely 'hog-tied' him. The human gave him a particular raised brow, surprised. "You're still alive?" Lysle asked of him "Well then, wish me luck."
"May the Force be with you" Hasjo replied, bowing his head in respect.
"Bah, that talk isn't going to get me anywhere" Lysle spat. The renown smuggler of the Inner Rim smoothed his slick black hair back, awaiting his fate at the hands of the powerful Hutt clan. He readjusted his leather jerkin and entered through the rusted archway to the cheers of a roaring crowd. The gate slammed shut behind him. Hasjo had a feeling it would be the last time he'd see that man, but not for the fact he would die. No, the man had a card up his sleeve.
In the past month Hasjo had been here, a captive of the Hutt crime lords. He had grown a bond with the man named Lysle, an unlikely one at that. Lysle was well known on Coruscant and throughout the Inner Rim. He had previously owned an immense crime network of smugglers, bounty hunters and slicers. It collapsed when his daughter, the infamous Julianna Rigger, had usurped his power. He was forced to flee to the Outer Territories in hopes that his old allies, the Hutts, would provide him sanctuary. He had been wrong, too wrong. Now there he was, entering an arena where he would fight for his life - or die. Hasjo meditated on these thoughts, he had been tracking Lysle down for many a month and when he finally found him. Well, he was in no position to arrest him. He waddled over to the other side of the room, weary from his days of starvation, dehydration and sleepless nights. The Force was his only ally here.
When he was first captured, they gave him the option to become the Hutt's slave. He had declined, and so they sent him down into the dungeons to die. When they had visitors, he was forced to fight. Regardless of the chains he wore. Through sheer luck and brilliant timing in combat, he had survived this far. Lysle was luckier. He wasn't Force sensitive and so they didn't chain him. Somehow the man would come out without any bruises, scratches or scars. Hasjo heard the crowd suddenly scream in anger. There was no thump signifying the death of a great beast. He heard someone speak "He's escaping! Stop him!" Hours passed, and Lysle never returned. Nor was he dead, he could feel it. Hasjo smiled.
"May the Force be with you" Hasjo replied, bowing his head in respect.
"Bah, that talk isn't going to get me anywhere" Lysle spat. The renown smuggler of the Inner Rim smoothed his slick black hair back, awaiting his fate at the hands of the powerful Hutt clan. He readjusted his leather jerkin and entered through the rusted archway to the cheers of a roaring crowd. The gate slammed shut behind him. Hasjo had a feeling it would be the last time he'd see that man, but not for the fact he would die. No, the man had a card up his sleeve.
In the past month Hasjo had been here, a captive of the Hutt crime lords. He had grown a bond with the man named Lysle, an unlikely one at that. Lysle was well known on Coruscant and throughout the Inner Rim. He had previously owned an immense crime network of smugglers, bounty hunters and slicers. It collapsed when his daughter, the infamous Julianna Rigger, had usurped his power. He was forced to flee to the Outer Territories in hopes that his old allies, the Hutts, would provide him sanctuary. He had been wrong, too wrong. Now there he was, entering an arena where he would fight for his life - or die. Hasjo meditated on these thoughts, he had been tracking Lysle down for many a month and when he finally found him. Well, he was in no position to arrest him. He waddled over to the other side of the room, weary from his days of starvation, dehydration and sleepless nights. The Force was his only ally here.
When he was first captured, they gave him the option to become the Hutt's slave. He had declined, and so they sent him down into the dungeons to die. When they had visitors, he was forced to fight. Regardless of the chains he wore. Through sheer luck and brilliant timing in combat, he had survived this far. Lysle was luckier. He wasn't Force sensitive and so they didn't chain him. Somehow the man would come out without any bruises, scratches or scars. Hasjo heard the crowd suddenly scream in anger. There was no thump signifying the death of a great beast. He heard someone speak "He's escaping! Stop him!" Hours passed, and Lysle never returned. Nor was he dead, he could feel it. Hasjo smiled.