First Reply Picking Up a Prescription

[Todblaz Graker]

Outfit | Profile (Will need to make a factory thing soon)
Location | Coruscant Underworld
Equipment | HX-Revolver ; Cortosis Gloves
Tag | No one at the moment

Some say that the Underworld is a place of scum, no one who is smart will end up living there. Though that seemed like a lie, the Underworld Leaders have been good at keeping under the watchful eye of whoever's in charge. Though Todd tended to look out of place while in cities, no one paid attention to his weird armor and his trench coat. It seemed as if people there were use to oddities. The people who walked by on his journey were of all sorts of clothing, guns, species, a very diverse place where no one cared who you were or why you were there, just keep to yourself and don't get into trouble.

As Todd neared his destination, he walked by many alleys, there were people doing different kinds of drugs, people getting mugged, and even an animal fighting ring that was lively. People there were yelling about how they want their animal to win, though Todd didn't see what they were he assumed that one was dead when cheering started. This place was filthy to him, but he continued with determination, certain that he will get to his location and leave.

Todd's nose flared as he passed a man with a woman laughing at his jokes, he had too much cologne on. Todd chuckled to himself, muttering, "Wow that guys dead, she'll rob him before the night is out." His walk slowed as he came to foot traffic and a circle forming around two people who seemed to be sparing with short swords, too long to be knives or daggers. They were stabbing at each other and people were egging them on betting on who was going to win.

"Kick his ass!"

"I've got credits on the tall one!"

"Kill him!"

With no guards in sight Todd decided to stop and watch on with the people, thrusts were met with parries and slashes were moved met with dodges. They very clearly knew what they were doing and probably wasn't either of their first fights, but they were no blade masters. The two fighters were unique, they looked like a funny duo that someone would make a story out of. A slender tall man and a short fat man who was shockingly agile. Though clearly they didn't want to work together and one would probably die before the day was out.

The tall one closed the gap between them, the short one responding with a kick, this was his mistake. His leg could only go out so far and he lost his footing, being stabbed in the side, slowing him. The fight would soon be over as he clenched his side screaming, though it was short lived as the tall one finished him off. There was grumbles and people cheering from the crowd as he ran around the edges of the makeshift arena.

"Who's next, who wants to die tonight?"

Todd had been caught up in the action and was clapping and laughing, the metallic clack being loud among the crowd. The tall man was waiting for a new opponent and Todd would probably take up the mantle to prove a point, if no one did before him of course.

 

[Juun Sekkar]

Coruscant, Underworld
Tags: Todblaz Graker ​

Juun hated the underbelly of Coruscant with a passion. It was a criminal's wet dream, and the entire galaxy knew it, yet neither the GA or the Jedi could spare the time to mop up their own back yard. It was pitiful, really. Juun had, in his youth, looked upon the Jedi with an air of respect. That had faded now, much like many things about his youth. Someone would need to keep things in order, and there didn't seem to be many volunteers. It helped that Juun had some pent up frustrations that he needed to let out.

While skulking about in the dark, the rogue knight happened across the distant sounds of cheering and bets. A deathmatch from the looks of it, with people in the crowd taking bets, though he couldn't immediately identify a ring leader. Juun could identify the surviving fighter, however. They Cyclops is what people called him, and for reasons that weren't very pleasant from what he had gathered. Your standard run-of-the-mill thug who dabbled in drug dealing and you're occasional looting. Now Juun could add murder to that list. He wasted no time passing through the crowd and approaching the man.

"Alright!" the tall man eagerly exclaimed, readying his weapon. "Another loser t-"

Juun wasted no time running up on the man, weaving out of the way of a reactionary sword swing. The man didn't seem to be a swordsman by any means. Unfortunately, he was up against a Vaapad expert. The variation of Form VII wasn't just for lightsaber combat, but could be applied in hand to hand combat. The idea behind it was simple: Fast, strong strikes, weaponizing the aggression of the user. It tread the line of the dark side, but Juun wasn't bothered by that fact. It got the job done. Before the man had any more time to react, the Mirialan had grabbed hold of his temple, driving him down into the floor. He was out cold in seconds.

"Party's over," Juun said as he stood, turning back to the audience. "I suggest you all find something productive to do with your lives."

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Outfit | Profile (Will need to make a factory thing soon)
Location | Coruscant Underworld
Equipment | HX-Revolver ; Cortosis Gloves
Tag | Juun Sekkar

The short man was on the ground, spraying blood out when the new stranger had arrived. A sort of bump had formed in the crowd, causing everyone to move away from the spray that quickly died down. The gap was filled rather quickly when the new stranger had arrived. A man that seemed to want the spectacle to be over by the look of his actions. Though the tall man had tried, he seemed no match for the clearly trained assailant and fell rather quickly under him. Well the fight was certainly quicker than the first one.

The crowd seemed to grumble as the tall man was laid to waste on the ground. Money was passed around, entering people who placed bets, and then everyone started to disperse. Their movements shifted as they started moving away from the scene. Though it was odd as they still left the arena open, in a way, as if they wanted to still see more or just avoid the blood and bodies on the ground. Todd stood there amidst the crowd looking at the spectacle laughing a little.

From what he could see of the movements, the footing seemed off and felt that more structural support could be used with different way of stepping. Yet he was no sword master so he wouldn't truly know. A man yelled from the back of the crowd, most likely owning a shop nearby, "Get some clothes, fresh cloth and linen." It had seemed like everyone was returning to their daily routines.

"You know if he had any sense of fighting, he would've kept you at a range, feels like you were punching down during that fight," Todd said to the new stranger who dropped the tall man. "It's a good thing to, I would've given a medical lecture on how to best kill someone and then shot him in the head." Another laugh came from him, as he found himself more amusing than anyone else tended to.

Walking over to the short man on the ground who had a cut into his chest above the sternum. "Poor man, an inch to either side and he would've survived the strike, but for how long is unsure." The blade had pierced through the aortic arch on its right side. If it was a little over it would've only struck the superior vena cava, which would've hurt like a queen, but may have let him live long enough to get medical attention.

Didn't seem like it mattered after the fact, what was done is done, and while he enjoyed the spectacle the three had made. He turns to the newest one and stretches out a hand, "Todd." Obviously it wasn't safe to randomly talk to people who had just gotten out of a fight. To Todd, the man seemed pretty relaxed, more irritated than anything. Though he did okay with expressions, and focused less on that when he studied the face.

This side track would lose time in Todd getting his medicine from the pharmacy to help stock up for his big adventure, but maybe this could be just as interesting.

 

[Juun Sekkar]

Coruscant, Underworld
Tags: Todblaz Graker ​

"You know if he had any sense of fighting, he would've kept you at a range, feels like you were punching down during that fight," Todd said to the new stranger who dropped the tall man. "It's a good thing to, I would've given a medical lecture on how to best kill someone and then shot him in the head."

As the crowd dispersed, a man in a mask had come up to him and made what was, as far as Juun was concerned, a rather out there remark. Openly admitting a desire to kill wasn't smart in these parts, not when everyone had connections. It was a good way to get entangled with a crime lord and put a price on your head. Juun didn't care, but the careless attitude of the stranger was definitely a red flag.

"Range would have done him nothing," Juun remarked, pulling out a datapad to see what the man's active bounty was. "His weapon is just a sharp piece of durasteel. Nothing that isn't avoidable if you're smart."

The bounty for the man came up. The Cyclops: 5,000 Credits. Pitiful, really, but nothing he hadn't expected. It was pretty standard for your average street goon. Juun checked the large man while he was at it. Lobb Kogar: 4,300 Credits, though considerably less now that he was dead. It didn't matter much regardless. Juun had no use for the money. He was content to let someone else collect the bounty. It wasn't like the two were going anywhere soon.

He turns to the newest one and stretches out a hand, "Todd."

The strange man extended a hand in greeting. Strange was generous. Compared to even the riffraff that ran around in the dark down here, this individual was considerably bizarre. Still, he didn't seem to be outright aggressive.

"Juun," he replied, briefly shaking the man's hand.

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Outfit | Ranger Armor
Location | Coruscant Underworld
Equipment | HX-Revolver ; Cortosis Gloves
Tag | Juun Sekkar

"His weapon is just a sharp piece of durasteel. Nothing that isn't avoidable if you're smart." He listened to the remark but disagreed.

"Doesn't matter what you have, as long as your weapon is longer, it tends to be smarter to keep a distance, use range to ones advantage." Todd said moving over to the body on the ground. "Though skill does play a massive role on if you can even use it effectively."

The rest of the situation played out as previously mentioned in the posts. At least on Todd's end.

"So Jun, Joon, Juun? Sorry, a new dialect to me, may take me a second. What brings you to this place, this admittedly shithole Juun?" The word wasn't anything that couldn't be said, but he doesn't always use many words with two "u's" next to each other, though he caught on quick. The crowd seemed to slowly make the 'arena' get smaller as foot traffic picked up, seemingly not really noticing the two bodies that were on the floor. Todd guessed it was a pretty daily occurrence to them.

Though he didn't know what caused the fight to start. It could have been a slight argument to rival gangs warring. Though they seemed to be too low in the food chain to actually warrant any reaction from anyone big. "It seems like you actually know how to fight though, may I ask what that move was called? I'm not much of a fist-to-fist fighter, more of a sit back and use logical action during fights rather than run at the enemy. Who knows, if it's working for you I can do nothing but respect it."

The words were made to come off as passive aggressive rather than anything rude. It was less of an insult and more of an observation. As the Todd stood there talking to the new stranger named Juun. Though a cleanup crew was probably sent and would be on its way due to the commotion as the bodies get cleaned up one way or another.