My How the Tables Have Turned (PM for invite)

[Kay-Larr]

[member="James Justice"] owed her. And for more than one thing. So this was how he was going to repay her. Kay recorded a message for him via the holonet, and as soon as he opened it, he would see herself looking a bit worse for wear, but that could be from stress and lack of sleep.

"Hello James. I have come up with a way for you to make amends, so to speak. Now I don't really hold grudges, but what this man has done to me is part of what gives me sleepless nights. His name is [member="Thraxis"] and he is the second in command of the Jackals, as well as the Torturer for the Hutt Cartel. I want you to capture him for me....alive. There are many reasons as to why I'd like to see him locked up in a cage. Maybe for good. I've gathered some intel on which bars in Hutt Space that he likes to frequent and have attached those details to this message....I hope that you are up to this task. Keep your wits about you. This man is psychotic in more ways than one.....Thank you James."

And that was it. It was all up to him now.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis had been at the white palace. A low-time thug had tried to start his own little gang on Sriluur, he was a big brute of a man but his skin was about as thick as paper, and was just as easy to set ablaze. After a few hours of watching him run around the hellish pit underneath the Cartel and getting healed to prolong he finally fell his eyes had been burnt to leave nothing but sockets and his fingers had curled backwards in a vein attempt to escape the burning flames.

But that was in the recent past and Thraxis had called some friends to have a drinking party to celebrate a 'hard' days work and was headed towards one of the nearest Bars, Gambling Whiskey, it was always a strange name but it served booze and bar fights were commonplace in there so he came ready for a fight. He came in his normal attire since he seldom ever got rid of his clothing. His two Heavy blaster Pistols and his armor beneath his trenchcoat.

He sent the message out to some of his drinking buddies though didn't know if they would turn up, though didn't really mind if they didn't, he just went to get a drink and would be back in the white palace in no time. Though his Gammorean Guard was well aware of where Thraxis was, he seldom ever spoke, or more so seldom anyone could understand his coarse voice. After thirty minutes of walking out of the palace towards the White Whiskey he pushed open the doors, his eyes looking upon the structure, its wooden walls had been stained with the scent of liquor and its floors sounded like it could give way to the slightest breeze, though remained as sturdy as ever.He walked up to the barkeep, his body had aged poorly he looked more then 80 years old though had barely scratched his thirties, and his voice showed the worse for wear. "Just throw me a few bottles of Claret." he said to the man as his fingers pulled back and fourth to gesture the mans attention. "Sure thing boss." the aged man said as he dropped beneath the counter to grab a bottle of Claret, though his body gave in and his hand quickly went to his back as it made as quite crack. He pulled himself up trying to straighten his back with little success and the sign of pain growing visible on his old face. As he pulled himself up Thraxis pulled out a few credits. A hundred credits were in his hand and the old mans eyes lightened up, though it was hard to see beneath the wrinkled skin. "Try getting some back surgery or something. Cant have you dieing off. Then there will only be 217 different Bars I can still go to." he said with a morbid expression. He looked around the bar, their were nothing more then Vagrants and scumbags around the place, all armed with some small gun or another, gambling their money away was the only sort of solace they could take anymore. A grin grew over his face once he finished looking at the bunch of desperate suckers, their lives lacked any sort of joy, but in the absence of their Joy Thraxis found a near infinite amount residing in himself as he bathed in their misery.
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Ashalah Ky"]
[member="Ka-Aver"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]

[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James hated debts--at least being on this end of them. But criminal to the core or not, he was a man of his word completely and if he had no honor--well the what did he have aside from lines of women lining up for him, stacks of credits ceiling high, and a business that thrived?

He let the speeder come to a rest and felt the concealed ear commlink, "Ye know the drill, stay back and dun't jump in unless things get fething nasty. Ye knows I can handle myself. Ye knows I am the smooth talker, listen in for the key words and dun't forget we want him alive. Not like the last one." He sighed and scratched his forehead. He could hardly believe he went all the way out here to repay Lady Kay, but on the other hand, he knew that he owed her greatly.

Shaking it off he stepped out of the speeder, adjusting his trench and the cigarette between his lips. Reed, R3-D8, strolled along side him into the establishment. James swaggered to the bar and slapped it three times.

"Reactor Core and keep it coming mate," he practically shouted in his care-free voice.

The bartender watched him with a scowl of suspicion as James paid and took the drink down in one swig. Slamming more credits down he consumed his second. And third. If he was going to risk his life at the hands of a deranged sociopath who enjoyed making his victims suffer like fething hells, then he would do it as he always did--near drunk, with a cigarette, smiling, and with a winsome grin.

He turned to the man and offered his hand, "Mate, Captain James Justice, who might ye be?"

[member="Growl"]
[member="Kylo Kyr'am"]
[member="stardust"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis turned to him, when he entered Thraxis sensed him before he even got inside. The Stench of Booze was prominent, but somethings are just more potent then booze. One such thing was a Zeltrons stench. Some see it as a privilege to become intoxicated in their scent, though from how pronounced it was it seems like this one was a half-cast or lesser. Though he was not intoxicated with the scent in a positive light, no his scent however subtle was powerful, potent and downright infuriating. He listened to the man with all teh courtesy he could muster, and with how weak his scent was, it seems like he could last a lot longer, though however long his lasts with politeness should determine how potent the blood runs in him.

"My name? Not many people ask in a place like this. But nonetheless I'm Thraxis." he said, he grabbed his bottle of Claret and downed it, quick enough that the taste never remained on his tongue. It never does. He once more motioned to the bar keep to keep the drinks coming, some to take back to the palace and others for now. He figured he would need a lot to make sure he dosen't lose his cool. As soon as another came to him he drank it down, though it only suppressed the Pheremones. His alone was hard enough to not infuriate him but another, no matter how subtle, would get to him eventually.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James could see him downing the shots fast. It was hard to tell whether he was trying to not be outdone by the stranger or if he was just hungry to get hammered. Either way, it wouldn't matter too much to him. The man was a Zeltron, that much was very clear, so the chances of him getting drunk fast or easy. But even slightly tipsy could make convincing or moving him along much much easier.

Unless he was like James and usually inebriated to a degree or another. He could never tell with these torturer types. He waved in a good gesture, "Next one is on me, mate."

James offered the man a cigarette. He may have been lawless, and according to some, moralless, but he was not heartless. Sending out a thick spray of his own smoke, James leaned on the counter in a casual pose. He could get comfortable. It could be a while, if nothing else he preferred to know his allies and his opponents very well--almost too well. "Tell me what ye do? I'm a business man and well a freighter," he chuckled, "Ye name it we move it."

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis looked to the man curiously, he wasn't going to deny another drink, but watched it with careful eyes to make sure it wasn't drugged. It seemed his was paranoid about the drink, but this man was very open. A little to open about himself and to top it off he smelt like a Zeltron to boot. As the drink was given to him he took careful sips, he still was not fully confident he could trust this stranger, though it seemed nothing happened when the booze trailed down his throat.

When the cigarette was offered he declined, his eyes filled with confusion at this man, he knew they had never met and yet here this man was seemingly too open about himself. "You seem to ask a lot of questions. I don't know why you are asking so much but Imma guessing you already know. But nonetheless I suppose telling you who I was to help you clarify cant hurt." he said with a toothy grin those his eyes remained as dead as the day he was born.

"I am Thraxis, currently leading the Jackals in the absence of the Captain, but other then that I am the Grand Sentinel, basically the one who keeps the troops in line. But for the Cartel, I am their torturer, the greatest monster to ever walk their halls and likely the last to ever leave. On top of that I keep the Gammoreans in check down in my area, where I keep them constantly entertained, by giving them what keeps me happy. Which is either booze or the screams of agony from fools who try to cross me or the Cartel. And I ever so hope that you don't try and do the later." he said, his toothy grin quickly vanishing into a sick smile and though his eyes remained ever dead, staring deeply into the strangers eyes.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James swallowed off the last of his glass and chuckled, waving over another. The bartender gave him a disgruntled look as a reply. James sighed and tossed another credit chip that landed in a puddle of something that he hoped was a semi-dry, sticky beverage. Satisfied, the old man poured another drink. James could tell he was out of his advantage. Normally he would have the bartender on good terms by this point, but this wasn't his turf, and deck--that was by far more than stacked against him.

"I just be a man who loves conversation," James said truthfully. Anyone who knew him knew that was the case. In the past the silver tongue had earned him more than a few employees and jobs--as well as allies and perhaps a few enemies. "I run a few time for the Hutts. Good players. Pay quite well. And since I always deliver early," he winked, "I always got the bonuses. They done gave me a few good extras for a run to Kessel. But I had to end our agreement when they asked me to stop carrying guns and carry a few slaves back to Tat," He took a more than healthy gulp from his glass before continuing, "That done be behind us now. Tell ye mates that if they ever need the best who runs guns, I be their man."

The spacer stopped thinking for a moment. This man was clearly good at what he did. One of the best if not the best. James could always use more allies than enemies and well--who said he had to put this sociopath behind bars? He already had one under his payroll that worked harder and better than any other at raising a strong army. A second for a business associate couldn't be too bad.

"What do ye say about possible business ventures?" James asked, spewing a soft cloud of smoke.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis looked at this strange man, his words seemed foreign to this location, he was too cheerful to be any thug or ruffian and it was assured that he was looking for Thraxis for some reason or another. As he chugged down the last of his Claret he looked to the Bartender once more, he pulled out another stack of credits and gave it to the man and whispered into his aged ear, "I want a barrel of booze. Don't care what kind of booze just need a barrel. The rest is incase any damages occur whilst I'm here." he then quickly turned to the strange man and looked him up and down, evaluating what he had on him if anything.

"Look mate. The only business I do is with either the Jackals or what Flannigan wants. That's all I do. On top of that, well to put it frank. I don't work well with out kin. In fact. I murder our kinsman." he said, his voice growing slightly irritated though trying his best to pace himself, he didn't want to start a fight here but if it came to it he was more then ready to put down another disgusting Zeltron. No matter how much of a half-cast they may be.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

"Easy, mate, easy," James chuckled easing his posture.

He casually shifted his weight, preparing for the impending storm while maintaining his calm exterior. He had a feeling this was coming from the beginning--in fact he was hoping it would go this way. Part of him was sad that this was the way things were going. He saw talent in this man. He saw skill. If he was open to it, they could have done amazing business. Ah, well, the offer was really just a ruse the whole time. A chance for him to turn back or make peace.

James took a moment to savor another mouthful from his Reactor Core, enjoying the burning feeling as it went through is throat and how it tasted on his tongue. It was toxic waste, little more than dabbles of evil things in a glass. He chuckled softly, "Just like me."

He looked back at Thraxis, "I dun't have any kinsmen. I be me. I be a lone. I be all I am--I be James, that be all I am." He looked at his glass one more time, tapping it, "if ye be refering to me mother's race, she was a pole dancer. She found a tramp freighter she liked and ran with him. After she bore him a babe, she ran again. She dun't like raising a kid. And me dad be dead now so get one thing strait about me if ye gonna get a thing strait about me," James adjusted his leather jacket, "I dun't have any kin."

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis looked at him as a madman, his strange speak was foreign, either he was speaking another language or he was literally just mad. Though his finishing sentence seemed to show that he didn't understand. "Listen here James. You don't understand, you are my kinsman. And my kinsman are all the same. Sex driven degenerates, and it runs in your blood just as much as it does mine. Its the smell that makes you my kinsman. It is disgusting, horrible, the mist pungent and anger inducing scent I have ever come across.." his eyes began to twitch though he looked to the barkeep and saw the man struggling to carry the barrel over, though managed with a wiping of his brow and a thud of the barrel on the counter.

As it landed on the table Thraxis got off his chair and turned the tap at the bottom of it, the booze splashing on his face as it spilled over his face. The booze splashed on the ground, slowly forcing its way into the framework of the building. After a few minutes of guzzling the booze into his system he pulled himself up and looked to the man. "I wanna ask you something. Do you know what true rage is. Many claim to have it, though they have never had to suffer like I did. I lived on Zeltros. the home of all the degenerated cretins. Imagine my rage, my unquenchable rage when the planet you live on is saturated with such a gross smell that you can barely stand to survive in it. And you are reminding me of that horrible time. So if you don't mind I gotta get back to work." he said, the anger in his voice barely subsiding from the alcohol he had just consumed, though he could have drank more, since he was drinking since he was younger then 2 years old to try and suppress the anger.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

Rage, untainted rage boiled from him. His eyes narrowed in furry and the blast of it waved off him in the Force. The wild empath clenched hsi fists and grit his teeth, his jaw firmly set. The liquids at the bar fluttered at his anger, and the glasses shook. His breath came in deep, heavy huffs, the smoke from his cigarette gushing from his lips with each breath. The air was ablaze with tingling anger as it blasted out of his control, emanating from his core. It drew the other patrons' attention, silence filled the bar.

James let out a practically infuriated snarl as he took a step forward, "We are not kinsmen. Kin be the ones ye call on when things be hard. Kin be the ones ye have when life is tough. I ain't never called ye and I ain't never called on no Zeltron. I never will. Now ye get the feth of that idea out of yer karking head," he came eye to eye with the other man, "if ye thinks we be kin only a cause of we being from slightly similar gene pools, ye be dumber than I thought." he lowered his voice, "I know rage so strong it be strong enough to inspire others," James raised an eyebrow, "ye ever been that angry afore? Angry enough to make someone else fight for ye without saying a word? So angry ye chose to let the other person live with what ye did to them?" he shook his head, "then ye have no idea what real rage is."

The man had been alone. He had nothing against Zeltrons. He had nothing against any race, he had even had a Pure Blood Sith mistress once. But he had something against those who misused family. His family had been built, not by blood but by choice. To him, it meant more than a thousand genetic bonds to those who did not care. It meant more than keeping his cool at this bar.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

It seemed that a challenge had now been issued, he looked to see the liquid starting to shake and quiver as if cowering from this mans presence. Thraxis eyes narrowed, taking a step closer he looked at him with cold unquenchable bloodlust and rage, "I don't inspire others with my rage, I inspire fear, I need no man to do my work because I can do it more effectively then any other man, woman or child that ever walked this planet or any other!" he yelled, his mouth starting to froth from the intense rage that had started to fill his veins.

He was no close enough to headbutt then man, though had a better plan, he activated his Somatoll needle, and went in to puncture his newly found foes stomach, making sure the movement was limited to simply his hand, to raise as minimal suspicion as possible.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James was furious. When the man moved in James, took his moment.

He had been in many bar-room brawls. His fighting style was very loose, dirty, and almost sloppy, but it did the job.

He took a half step back, raising his right hand in a fist to chin level--the classic boxer's guard. The needle pierced two hole's through his shirt, grazing his skin. In his anger, he didn't even feel it.

With an angry roar, James brought his left fist around in a powerful hay-maker, pushing all his weight into it, eyes blazing with anger.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis looked with cold eyes as he bounced back, his needle hadn't penetrated the skin to do its job. His face furrowed into a scowl and his eyes narrowed as he looked as the man dropped himself into a bouncing pose, his style showed that he had some experience in close quarter combat, though Thraxis had grown up fighting the style of a thug, dirty and aggressive and his skin was as tough as nails from all his fights.

He didn't take a step back, instead he let the punch make full-contact with his hands, its weight pushing him back slightly though he had taken tougher punches it put a smirk on his face to see relive his fighting days of his youth, though he didn't have time to enjoy it, most people get in fights if they have an edge and Thraxis had no intention of letting this opponent use that edge against him.

As soon as he felt maximal impact he would go for a font push kick to the abdomen, and if it made contact would activate his Rocket boots to scorch his opponent and add an extra edge to Thraxis for the fight, and would be pushed back due to the propulsion that the boot would fire.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James felt his hand caught by the Zeltron, in his right mind he would have felt a begrudging respect but right now, all he felt was anger. When the foot hit him in the stomach it shattered the needle that had laced itself in his shirt. The disgusting liquid splattered on it as boots fired up.

The blow sent James falling back, bouncing three times before his back slammed against the wall. He grunted and shook his head. His stomach felt a blister of pain. Luckily his leather jacket had prevented third degree burns from the heat. But the damage was still done and his jacket was permanently ruined.

James glanced to his left and his right. Grabbing a bottle in each and hand he rose to his feet unsteadily and shook his head. This Zeltron had experience, he had to be more careful.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis was flung back to the wall, landing with a hard thud he felt something like a rib break but paid little attention to the pain, his adrenaline was causing his blood to boil and continuing to be in close proximity to James was still infuriating him. "I swear one of us is going to die here!" he screamed at the top of his voice, the rage was stating to distort his voice and it was becoming harder and harder to understand.

He watched as Jardo picked up the bottles and looked around, there was little around him to grab other then the little amount of debris that broke from the wall. He pulled his hands down and pulled out one of his Heavy Blasters and aimed towards James chest, "And that person is going to be you!" he screamed as he pulled the trigger, releasing a locomotive like movement with his finger as he watched as the light burst fourth from the barrel of the gun.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

The majority of James' waking life had been spent behind a ship's yoke. Dogfights and risky maneuvers were occupational hazards where a millisecond or a nanosecond were the difference between life and death. The spacer had come to be used to his instincts and reflexes kicking in and saving his life and the moment Thraxis' blaster came out this kicked in.

He dove for cover, the shots carved thick black score marks in the wall, spraying chunks of molten plaster through the air. James landed behind the bar, hitting his shoulder hard, only rolling over onto his knees. Pain shot through his shoulder but after a quick body check, he shook it off. It would bruise later but it was still in the socket. That is what mattered. Jardo scurried away to safety as fast as his aging body could carry him.

James lobbed both of the bottles over the counter edge, towards the general vicinity from where his opponent had been.

"Ye are fething out of ye bloody mind if ye thinks ye are gonna kill me," James shouted back, drawing his DeathHammer. It was strong enough to punch a hole in heavy armor--its punching force alone could knock a Mando in beskar back--if not off their feet entirely.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis watched with joy as his fingers released bolt upon bolt from the barrel, each blast like a laser light show to his eyes. Though jumped for cover once he saw the bottles thrown at him. He ran to the other side of the room, kicking up some tables and using them for cover. He pulled out a communication device and started to record a message onto it. "This is Thraxis, I am at the Gambling Whiskey, send support immediately." he said into the device, though didn't send it, instead seeing how much fun he could squeeze out of this target.

"You're right, I ain't gonna kill ya, Imma take ya back to the palace, and find out why you came for me and then strip you and watch as everyone laughs and jeers at ya! In the end you're gonna wanna die!" he yelled over his make shift cover, pulling out his second blaster he started once more to fire like a locomotive in short bursts in hopes to see what arsenal this man was packing.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

Your gonna wanna die.

James spat in disgust. He knew he had heard this before. He remembered the pain that had followed that statement months ago. He didn't know how long that Persecutor had tortured him, but he knew he wasn't going back to anything like that, even if he had to carve his way out of here through walls of bodies in a wake of darkness.

James popped over the counter and set a volley of blaster fire from where he heard Thraxis' voice coming from. Superheated bits of the tables flecked off in glowing chunks with each shot. James' arm lurched from the intense kick of the powerful weapon.

"Maybe ye are just a dutch-bag," James roared back over his blaster fire. "Maybe ye are just a scoundrel without equal, a murderer and ye getting what comes to ye."

That was when James had a very dangerous--but possible idea.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Damn straight I'm a scoundrel! And by far I am without equal, and I am getting what I deserve! Another person to play with!" after another brief dialogue with his victim a idea clicked in his head, he looked over the table, and sure enough there it was, booze and lots of it all behind him on display, Thraxis had been aiming at the counter hoping he could burn his way through but that seemed to be a fruitless attempt.

He aimed one of his guns at the booze behind him, while the other gun he kept at the ready to blow James to smithereens when he had to escape the flames and explosion that would ensue from all the alcohol. Thraxis took a few deep breaths, steadying his aim he started to pull his first guns trigger like a madman, while his other was braced and ready to blow apart Justice when his head even peeked over the counter.
[member="James Justice"]

P.S. Don't know if this actually works. Correct me if I'm wrong.