"However Lady Kiala, before I go down there, tell me...is my outfit still pressed?"
Five Minutes Later
Slowly, the Sullustan would exit from the top of the VIP room area, standing on top of the spiral staircase in a very unusual uniform. No longer wearing his robes that would denote him of a refugee or a potential Jedi, he was now wearing a pair of dark tan cargo pants with black combat boots. The belt was made for utility, holding two holsters on each side which the left one would hold a Scout Blaster in open view...if anyone can see it barely poking out of the holster due to it being so small. Beside it was a charging cord that was connected straight into the Scout Blaster to keep it charged with the back of his belt having a unique holster to hold a larger weapon which sadly, he no longer owned. Wearing also dark tan gloves, old leather hide from Tatooine, he would admire that they lasted this long.
Slowly walking down the spiral staircase, he would stop halfway down to look into a nearby reflection off a piece of metal. He wore an old desert command jacket, mainly black with red threading near the buttons and sleeves, the collar protruding out slightly was red also though one thing was distinct about his outfit. On his right shoulder was a red pauldron, a patch of clothing represented in red much like a piece of armor with a number stitched in in very faint black color around the top. One Nine One. Looking over it, he would slowly adjust it on his shoulder and tighten it up, wearing it like a badge of honor as he proceeded the rest of the way down the staircase and towards the Trandoshan.
If one was to say anything, Jegy Sesara always wanted to be one step ahead in style. Now does he succeed in it often? No he does not, but he always went for intimidation and looking good. Going past one of the servers, he would swipe a glass of water when the person was not looking and carry it towards the Trandoshan. As he got closer, there was small bits of laughter from the Trandoshan, being rather rude as he tripped one of the nearby servers as the T'shak laughed with mischief. Stopping right in front of his table, the Sullustan would gently place the glass of water in front of the Trandoshan as the two females, one being a Rodian and the other being of Zeltron would look forward at the newcomer. Unknown to Jegy, he had passed
Pom Stych Tivé
and
Draven Cerris
on his way over, Pom possibly knowing who the Sullustan could be from before. The Sullustan would talk, speaking in Huttese as it was near perfect, having many decades to perfect the accent though always had a tinge of husk.
"I have been sent down by the Honorable Lady Kiala of this great establishment. I have been asked to teach you manners fitting for a gentleman. Ladies, can you excuse us."
The two ladies would try to leave though would feel the Trandoshans large arms hold them in place, somewhat trapping them as he responded in Dosh with a small cackle.
"Suppose I say no to a stick of a man such as yourself with three sets of jowls?"
"Then I will be forced to show you what manners are."
The Trandoshan went silent as the Sullustan before him responded in Dosh, even if it cracks a little, it was still Dosh, a difficult raspy language. Before he could even muster a response, the Sullustan would take the glass of water with his left hand and slowly sip on it, watching him for a response. T'shak did not disappoint as he slowly got up from the table, finally releasing the two ladies as they scurried off to the side as the Trandoshan lifted the table with both hands and tipped it over to the side, to get right in front of the Sullustan, sizing him up and being easily two and a half feet taller than him. How he lifted the table so easily was shown from his arms, cybernetically enhanced for increased strength and power. Speaking in Dosh again, the tone was slightly a bit more angry.
"I like to see you try fish boy."
Then it hit Jegy like a freight train filled with Bacta, a left hook right at his jaw as it sent him spiraling to the floor. There was a loud POP sound with it as the Sullustans jaw would dislocate as the right side of his jaw handed just slightly lower than the other one. The T'shak would give a small chuckle as he would gloat to a nearby patron on what strength looked like though as he did that, the Sullustan would get up very slowly. Putting both his hands on his jaw, a few of his fingers inside his own mouth, he would slowly open his mouth widely enough to manually reposition his jaw back into place, another loud POP being heard as he bit down for a brief moment on his own fingers. Thankfully not having any teeth, he would not feel to much pain from biting down as he walked right back up to the Trandoshan whom turned to see the Sullustan being relativity unharmed. Mouth slightly open, the Trandoshan would swing again with a left hook but this time, it did not work.
Sidestepping to the left, ducking under the hook, he would curl his left hand up in a strange way and jab forward like a punch directly at T'shaks throat. There was no pop though when it connected, the Trandoshan almost appeared to be choking. Before letting the Trandoshan do anything more to him, Jegy would kick hard as he could right onto the left knee of the Trandoshan as there would be a small CRACK noise, making T'shak kneel on the ground in pain, gasping for breath. Grabbing his arms when he knelt down, he would use the weight of his body and some exertion of his mechanical left arm to throw him head first directly into the tipped over table, hitting the metal underneath as there was a loud CLANG noise, almost sounding like a cartoon.
Trandoshan was almost a crumbled up heap over tipped over table, coughing as the Sullustan slowly walked his way over towards him, rubbing his own jaw briefly as it still was painful to feel. When he got over there, the Trandoshan tried to swing his large right arm over him though was easy to step back when it occurred, Jegy then forcing his left foot straight down onto the other kneecap for another sound though this time, was a POP as it become dislocated as the Trandoshans eyes went wide. It would try to make a painful sound though with its rasped breath, almost sounded like a wheeze as the Sullustan grabbed onto his left arm and extended it before giving a very hard kick onto the elbow, making the arm bend inverted, something no person should ever see as the Trandoshan almost stopped moving, in so much pain it was unbelievable with his breath being very shallow.
Very slowly, noticing at long last he would not fight anymore, the Jegy would lean down and whisper in Basic directly into his ear, almost the entire time he had been calm doing this though the strike to his throat could be interpreted as anger, a sense of the Dark Side that could still lurk inside him.
"You disgrace the Honorable Lady Kiala with your manners. You are to leave until you take from what you learned and come back as a gentleman...fail to do so and I will personally show you how many bones can be displaced."
Grabbing onto the Trandoshans throat with his left hand, he would give an odd squeeze and pull as the Trandoshans eyes would almost pop out, coughing out as he could finally breath again. Sullustan would then very slowly stand up, overlooking the T'shak as he slowly tried to get up, almost limping as the person tried to almost waddle walk his way quickly out of the club, apparently getting the message. Watching for a few more seconds, the Sullustan would then slowly walk his way over to the bar, his right hand gently massaging the left side of his jaw as it was painful, even the Force with all of its power could not stop that much pain for long and nature must take its natural course. Getting over to the bars end, he would motion the bartender over as he could barely see
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from the corner of his eye.
"Tihar...no not the glass, the bottle. On my tab."
