Ragos Terrek
a.k.a. Ghost
The room was windowless and dark. The soft sound of breathing sleepers was interrupted by an incessant beeping like a miniature speeder horn.
"Baby, your alarm." said the woman lying next to him.
Ragos reached out blindly in the dark searching for the source of the sound. Finally he found his commlink, pressed a button and the noise ceased. "What time is it?" The woman asked. Ragos didn't bother to answer, he got out of the bed and walked through the dark to the refresher, stepping on last night's discarded clothes and had himself a shower.
He was now wide awake from the ice cold water that seemed to struggle to come from the shower head. He scrubbed the smell of spice, smoke, liquor, and perfume from his flesh and hair.
After his brief but thorough cleanse, Ragos got dressed. A baggy white T-shirt with a design of some sort of green goblin like creature on the front and the name of some pod racing team on the back. A pair of jeans, tan steel-toed boots, a green cap worn backwards, two thick gold chains and a silver chrono on his wrist.
Once he had himself fly as a mutha, he went into the living room of his apartment
and found his best friend and roommate Jon sitting on the sofa watching the holo, rolling a spliff of avabush. Jon had obviously just woke up not too long ago, he still hadn't got dressed, wearing only a tank and a pair of sweats as he lounged.
"What up homie?" Jon said as a greeting.
"Man, not chit. I'm starving, man. We got any mo' of the cereal?" Ragos asked
"Chit got bugs homie." Jon told him.
"Hells."
Before Ragos and Jon were roommates they were cellmates and there were times where Ragos sat and thought about his tiny apartment with windowless bedrooms, nonexistent water pressure, the bugs in his food and the gnawing hunger in his gut that he wasn't sure they hadn't had it better on the inside.
"Dude, you remember little homie, Hun'do? They got that boy yesterday." Jon told him, as flicked his lighter to light the finished spliff.
"What?!" Ragos said shocked. "No, chit…"
"Outside his granny house and ery thing, my dude." Dejonte went on to say as he held the burning spice out for Ragos to take.
Jon, whose real name was Dejonte and Ragos were both Korunai and both members of the Killa Korunai street gang and so karked up as it was these kinds of conversations were all too fething common.
"How old was that boy?" Ragos asked taking a pull.
"Sixteen, homie."
"Got damn. Who got 'im?"
"Dunno. Just know he got got."
"The homies didn't have no clue who did the hit?" Ragos asked in disbelief. Ragos and Dejonte were on Coruscant trying to make it big but most of the gang was still on Nar Shaddaa, so Ragos counted on them for news from back home.
"I didn't hear from the homies. I talked to Keela. She was lookin fo' your ass."
Keela. He thought wistfully.
Before Ragos said anything the woman from his bed appeared from his room fully dressed. She walked over and Ragos offered her a hit off the spliff which she took with a shrug.
"Baby, you got any creds? I want to grab somethin to eat on my way home." She asked, wrapping her arms around Ragos' neck from behind seductively.
"Get the feth up out my house trick." Ragos said pulling her arms roughly from around him.
"What the feth is your problem, sucka?" She shot back.
"Kark you. I said get out." Ragos said. Jon laughed quietly at the scene. "And you betta not stole nothin'."
"Kark you sucka! You ain't got no chit to steal in this raggidy ass apartment anyway, trick." The woman yelled as she left the apartment with one last "Kark you." loud enough to be heard all the way to the surface two thousand levels above them.
Jon laughed through a cloud of spice smoke and tossed Ragos a datapad.
"Keela sent pictures of the twins." He explained as Ragos looked down at a picture of two chubby faced infants with curly black hair and green eyes. His eyes.
"I gotta go to Darkstar, homie." Ragos said.
"Call my sister, homie." Jon told him as they shook hands good-bye and Ragos walked out the door and up to Darkstar repairs, with a piece tucked in the back of his waistband.
The walk to the speeder-shop was uneventful and he was grateful for that but once he got there, chit just wasn't right. There were tags on the front of the shop that weren't there before. Esty had always kept a clean place, even his own guys knew not to mark up this particular building. Ragos tried to go inside but the front door was locked. That was strange, it was definitely operating hours.
"Sara!" Ragos yelled hoping his sometime business associate would hear.
Saraiya Darkstar
"Baby, your alarm." said the woman lying next to him.
Ragos reached out blindly in the dark searching for the source of the sound. Finally he found his commlink, pressed a button and the noise ceased. "What time is it?" The woman asked. Ragos didn't bother to answer, he got out of the bed and walked through the dark to the refresher, stepping on last night's discarded clothes and had himself a shower.
He was now wide awake from the ice cold water that seemed to struggle to come from the shower head. He scrubbed the smell of spice, smoke, liquor, and perfume from his flesh and hair.
After his brief but thorough cleanse, Ragos got dressed. A baggy white T-shirt with a design of some sort of green goblin like creature on the front and the name of some pod racing team on the back. A pair of jeans, tan steel-toed boots, a green cap worn backwards, two thick gold chains and a silver chrono on his wrist.
Once he had himself fly as a mutha, he went into the living room of his apartment
and found his best friend and roommate Jon sitting on the sofa watching the holo, rolling a spliff of avabush. Jon had obviously just woke up not too long ago, he still hadn't got dressed, wearing only a tank and a pair of sweats as he lounged.
"What up homie?" Jon said as a greeting.
"Man, not chit. I'm starving, man. We got any mo' of the cereal?" Ragos asked
"Chit got bugs homie." Jon told him.
"Hells."
Before Ragos and Jon were roommates they were cellmates and there were times where Ragos sat and thought about his tiny apartment with windowless bedrooms, nonexistent water pressure, the bugs in his food and the gnawing hunger in his gut that he wasn't sure they hadn't had it better on the inside.
"Dude, you remember little homie, Hun'do? They got that boy yesterday." Jon told him, as flicked his lighter to light the finished spliff.
"What?!" Ragos said shocked. "No, chit…"
"Outside his granny house and ery thing, my dude." Dejonte went on to say as he held the burning spice out for Ragos to take.
Jon, whose real name was Dejonte and Ragos were both Korunai and both members of the Killa Korunai street gang and so karked up as it was these kinds of conversations were all too fething common.
"How old was that boy?" Ragos asked taking a pull.
"Sixteen, homie."
"Got damn. Who got 'im?"
"Dunno. Just know he got got."
"The homies didn't have no clue who did the hit?" Ragos asked in disbelief. Ragos and Dejonte were on Coruscant trying to make it big but most of the gang was still on Nar Shaddaa, so Ragos counted on them for news from back home.
"I didn't hear from the homies. I talked to Keela. She was lookin fo' your ass."
Keela. He thought wistfully.
Before Ragos said anything the woman from his bed appeared from his room fully dressed. She walked over and Ragos offered her a hit off the spliff which she took with a shrug.
"Baby, you got any creds? I want to grab somethin to eat on my way home." She asked, wrapping her arms around Ragos' neck from behind seductively.
"Get the feth up out my house trick." Ragos said pulling her arms roughly from around him.
"What the feth is your problem, sucka?" She shot back.
"Kark you. I said get out." Ragos said. Jon laughed quietly at the scene. "And you betta not stole nothin'."
"Kark you sucka! You ain't got no chit to steal in this raggidy ass apartment anyway, trick." The woman yelled as she left the apartment with one last "Kark you." loud enough to be heard all the way to the surface two thousand levels above them.
Jon laughed through a cloud of spice smoke and tossed Ragos a datapad.
"Keela sent pictures of the twins." He explained as Ragos looked down at a picture of two chubby faced infants with curly black hair and green eyes. His eyes.
"I gotta go to Darkstar, homie." Ragos said.
"Call my sister, homie." Jon told him as they shook hands good-bye and Ragos walked out the door and up to Darkstar repairs, with a piece tucked in the back of his waistband.
The walk to the speeder-shop was uneventful and he was grateful for that but once he got there, chit just wasn't right. There were tags on the front of the shop that weren't there before. Esty had always kept a clean place, even his own guys knew not to mark up this particular building. Ragos tried to go inside but the front door was locked. That was strange, it was definitely operating hours.
"Sara!" Ragos yelled hoping his sometime business associate would hear.
Saraiya Darkstar
