Roger Kranos
Flower Man
South of the Escru Entertainment District
POTU Coruscant, Second Circle Night Club
The Second Circle was evidence of the sprawl of the galactic jewel, an autogenic succession of Uscru district into the periphery of the underworld. Or maybe it was the underworlds way of barking back, showing the world that it wasn’t just for molesters, rapists, murderers, and whatever other ilk preying beneath the veneer of senatorial civility. It had proximity to the judicious, in the same way that cancerous cells grew next to healthy ones. The illusion of law stopped at the edge of the flickering street lights.
The hum and thump of the dance club could be heard for miles away, like the rhythmic heartbeat of some monstrous robot trying to make name for itself. Spotlights, orange and gold, danced and crossed one another as they lit the level from ground to condenser cloud. The rains came and they went, but it didn’t stop the crowds from lining up to make their way in. It was a festoon of glitterati and criminals, silver laced necklaces and ink speckled skin, as they were ushered in by a bouncer who was a large as his voice was deep.
He moved the felt lined barricade in and out, waving on patrons and turning others away at the gate. The bearded man, donning his finest garments of black with pink speckled accents, had been in far before the interpretation of sunset had passed. Awe struck eyes of striking blue cast a glance from one party to the next as he lounged about in the chase style seating, lifting a emerald martini mix to his lips.
“I like her…” He pointed with the drink, dazed, as he glanced over to his thugger from another mother. “She’s got moves!” He said with a laugh, leaning forward as he felt the sudden need to vomit. “Oh god…” He waved to the man, sitting nonchalantly on a metal stool. The man picked through is pockets and handed him a few tablets. Kranos preceded to chew them up quickly, blowing out hot air as his cheeks ballooned in reprieve.
“She’s more machine than anything else.” Bartholomew responded coldly, using his big meat mits to jingle the ice around his almost empty tumbler. “Is that your thing, boss?”
“Uh-huh.” Kranos pursed lips. “Maybe.” He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know. Couldn’t actually tell from here.” His attention fixed on the delicate thing, dancing some sort of dance with a stationary chrome pole. The clink and clatter of chips splashed with digital sounds as the floor swallowed them up, lighting the room with tinsel lights and beams of purple. The noise would start and she was on timer, time to show everyone what she’s got.
“What, that she’s an android?”
Kranos opened his mouth wide, astonishment showed as his face was lit with the display of light. “Bigot. They prefer cyborg. Or...that’s what I’ve heard.”
A gangly man approached and snatched the empty martini glass from the table, long before Kranos could invariably shatter it into a thousand pieces. “They’re ready for you…”
“Good.” The boss replied with a sudden revelation of sobriety. “I’m almost ready for them. Just...wait for the show to end.” He gestured for the man to move. The slender manly figure was blocking his view.
POTU Coruscant, Second Circle Night Club
The Second Circle was evidence of the sprawl of the galactic jewel, an autogenic succession of Uscru district into the periphery of the underworld. Or maybe it was the underworlds way of barking back, showing the world that it wasn’t just for molesters, rapists, murderers, and whatever other ilk preying beneath the veneer of senatorial civility. It had proximity to the judicious, in the same way that cancerous cells grew next to healthy ones. The illusion of law stopped at the edge of the flickering street lights.
The hum and thump of the dance club could be heard for miles away, like the rhythmic heartbeat of some monstrous robot trying to make name for itself. Spotlights, orange and gold, danced and crossed one another as they lit the level from ground to condenser cloud. The rains came and they went, but it didn’t stop the crowds from lining up to make their way in. It was a festoon of glitterati and criminals, silver laced necklaces and ink speckled skin, as they were ushered in by a bouncer who was a large as his voice was deep.
He moved the felt lined barricade in and out, waving on patrons and turning others away at the gate. The bearded man, donning his finest garments of black with pink speckled accents, had been in far before the interpretation of sunset had passed. Awe struck eyes of striking blue cast a glance from one party to the next as he lounged about in the chase style seating, lifting a emerald martini mix to his lips.
“I like her…” He pointed with the drink, dazed, as he glanced over to his thugger from another mother. “She’s got moves!” He said with a laugh, leaning forward as he felt the sudden need to vomit. “Oh god…” He waved to the man, sitting nonchalantly on a metal stool. The man picked through is pockets and handed him a few tablets. Kranos preceded to chew them up quickly, blowing out hot air as his cheeks ballooned in reprieve.
“She’s more machine than anything else.” Bartholomew responded coldly, using his big meat mits to jingle the ice around his almost empty tumbler. “Is that your thing, boss?”
“Uh-huh.” Kranos pursed lips. “Maybe.” He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know. Couldn’t actually tell from here.” His attention fixed on the delicate thing, dancing some sort of dance with a stationary chrome pole. The clink and clatter of chips splashed with digital sounds as the floor swallowed them up, lighting the room with tinsel lights and beams of purple. The noise would start and she was on timer, time to show everyone what she’s got.
“What, that she’s an android?”
Kranos opened his mouth wide, astonishment showed as his face was lit with the display of light. “Bigot. They prefer cyborg. Or...that’s what I’ve heard.”
A gangly man approached and snatched the empty martini glass from the table, long before Kranos could invariably shatter it into a thousand pieces. “They’re ready for you…”
“Good.” The boss replied with a sudden revelation of sobriety. “I’m almost ready for them. Just...wait for the show to end.” He gestured for the man to move. The slender manly figure was blocking his view.