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The Morning After the Night Before (Ray, Invite Only)

The first thing Salem Norongachi noticed was the headache, the insistent pounding of tiny gremlins hard at work mining his grey matter with very little care for its owner. Next was the sound of blood rushing in his ears and a feeling like his body weighed far more than he previously remembered. He opened bleary eyes and saw, much to his dismay, he was some 10ft off the ground, further inspection found that he had been bound in heavy chains and that he was upside down, hanging from a metal support beam in what he could only guess was some kind of warehouse.

Below him milling around scattered crates of varying sizes were a group of sentients, no doubt his captors, and they appeared to have little concern for the undue distress they were placing on Norongachi who could already feel the looming presence of a hangover in his very near future.

Right, he thought, time for a daring escape.

The Force with all its power and might should have made short work of his bonds but Salem Norongachi had failed to notice the tiny lizard attached to a nutrient rig directly below him, so what should have been a spectacle of colourful and mystic descriptive writing, ending in the shattering of the chains and the helpless demise of the people below, only left him looking silently constipated and red in the face from effort.

“Balls…” he panted.
 
Ray had no idea where he was. Ray had serious doubts he really knew who he was currently. He grimaced as whatever room he awoke in seemed to be upside down and tilted slightly to the left. His head hurt, his eyes hurt, his everything hurt and Ray had no idea what the creature climbing on the cage above him was. It looked horrifying and slimy, very slimy like it was covered in slimy slim made from some slimmer slime som slime found in a slime factory. It occurred to him that maybe the slime lizard thing was in fact not above him at all. as he opened his eyes more and took in the room he realized he was in fact hanging from the ceiling chained up and currently suffering from some sort of poisoning. Then it came flooding back to him. The Bartender again. He constantly tried to kill Ray with alcohol. Every time Ray goes to the man's bar he wakes up chained to a ceiling or worse in bed with a Falleen.

A maddening noise drew his attention to something to his left. He squinted his eyes to focus on whatever was making the damn nose hoping it would die and stop making his head hurt worse than it already did. It was then he realized it was Sal the barkeep.
 
Movement caught his attention and he turned his head, his vision swimming and his stomach threatening to expel its contents onto the floor far below. As the world stopped wobbling the image of Raymond Mosses Raymond Mosses , equally bound and by the green tone to his skin, equally hungover and not enjoying any part of their current situation, came into focus.

“I’d ask why you’re here,” he sighed. “but when are you not there when my pleasant evenings take a detour down frak you lane…” Sal tried to get his arm free, wriggling against the chains to very little effect. “Any idea what you did to piss these guys off?” Norongachi asked, there wasn’t any point pretending it could be anyone else's fault.
 
Ray's head was pounding and the voice booming in his head continued even after he closed his eyes to ignore it. t was Sal asking him a question. In his current state was not sure the man was speaking basic or some other form of gibberish only the man knew. He recognized the words you and Piss, but the rest were just muffled blurbs and incoherent murmurs. He looked at the man who was now staring at him and looking as if he expected an answer.

"Hey Sal whats Hanging?" Ray said not knowing what else to say.
 
Norongachi closed his eyes, he sighed, counted to ten and then opened them again before deciding ten was nowhere near enough for the prick chained to his left and counted another twenty for good measure.

“I really, and I can't stress this enough, really hope you ran up a huge bartab.” with that said Sal strained his memory and found nothing but blank spaces and pain.

Below them the goons were starting to notice that their captives were awake and worse than that, one of them was cracking jokes about the whole thing.
“Oi! Keep ‘dem mouths shut!” the voice echoed around the warehouse, then around Norongachis skull like a spiked ball of sheer agony.
 
Ray heard another voice from below and looked down at the man. The guy seemed to be smiling at Sal, and from what Ray could tell the man had a speech impediment. Or it could just be the pain in his head making it seem as though the man could not talk. Ray looked from Sal to the man. Then back to Sal then smiled at the man and spoke.

"Hey man, how are you? Can I get some help here? Can you get these chains off me? I seem to have found myself hanging here." Ray said looking at the man who was now staring at him silently. Ray looked back at the man then decided to speak to him in his own language. "Oi, Ken Jew cut dem chains and leet mes Dowan" Ray waited for the mans reply.
 
If this worked, Sal thought as he gently swung side to side while Raymond Mosses Raymond Mosses addressed their captors, and it might just work given that Ray was involved. The man had a knack for bending the laws of causality around his inane stupidity and making it his queen.

“You wot?” the goon responded, his eyes narrowing on the pair and noted the polite ‘I’m sorry about this guy, he’s harmless I promise’ look in Norongachi’s eye. That didn’t calm the fire of rage bubbling in his gut and without much forethought drew his blaster and fired a shot toward them haphazardly.

“See what you did! Do you see how you are!?” Sal yelled as he desperately tried to swing himself out of the blaster bolts way.
 
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Ray eyed the man then eyed Sal and smiled as the man shot a blaster bolt passed them. "Hey man, watch out, you almost hit me with that. You should get that checked out. Premature bolt release is a serious issue for men your age. I know a technician on Zeltron that can fix that right up for you. Just tell Him Big Daddy Ray sent you." Ray said as Sal began to sin towards him. Ray braced himself for the inevitable impact of the man.
 
“Would you-” Sal swung like a mad man, throwing his weight one way and then another as the goon let off shot after shot. “Just-” he felt the heat of a bolt sizzle past his cheek and smelled burned hair. “Shut-” the goons buddies had decided that this game of shoot the morons looked like a lot of fun and joined in. “Up!” a bolt struck the metal chains on Rays chest and before his eyes the moron dropped like a stone, all the while flashes of red zipped and flashed past him.
 
Ray slammed to the floor with a thud. The pain in his head abraded as reality of the situation sunk in. The goon spun around towards Ray as Ray stood up and tried to recover from the fall. The man stood staring at Ray with shock in his eyes for a moment not knowing what had happened and seemingly as lost and confused as Ray was. The Man recovered from his brief lapse of intellect and began to swing the rifle at him. Ray shook his head to clear his vision then tried to jump at the man in front of him. He was no successful at any point or part of his plan. Him shaking his head to clear his vision just made the man appear as three different men. Ray thought for a second that he must have hit his head when he landed on the floor. His jump had been less of a jump and more of a fall face-first onto the floor. This had the happy effect of lacing him lower to the ground that the man's first shot and then on the floor prone and motionless thereafter. The goon laughed a guttural laugh and kicked Ray in the side rolling him over and pointing the rifle at him. Ray looked up and say Sal swinging still from the chain. The steel beam from which the chain was strung shook and bent under the stress of Sal weight and inertia. Ray pointed up to Sal and at the beam he was strung and spoke.

"Hey man, you might want to do something about that beam," Ray said to the man who was now turning to look back at Sal and the Chains which were breaking free from the beam as the section of strut gave way and broke free from the ceiling.
 
The fight -if you could even call it a fight- lasted about seven seconds before Ray was on his ass, as Sal had expected, but then he started pointing wildly above the bound Norongachi with such enthusiasm that he had no choice but to look. He did, then the beam groaned and fell away from its moorings.

“Frak…” was all Salem managed before the beam shot past him and let gravity take the wheel.

Well this is it, he thought as his hair flapped in the wind, I’m going to be killed in a generic warehouse, captured by generic goons, and the last person to see me alive was that utter utter bastard. Then he felt it (after he heard the squish and crunch of bones below) the dead zone in the Force had vanished and with little time to spare he set his mind towards it, letting his will bend and twist the power into titan limbs that gripped and then tore the chains from his body.

There wasn’t quite enough time to slow his fall and he hit the solid floor with an ooph and let out a strained, keening, ahhhhhh...
 
Ray watched the collapse of the ceiling struts and the beam fly past the barkeep and down onto the cage that contained that slimy slimy thing. Ray winced as blood and guts and shite and spit spewed out of the beast and then vomited adding to the mess left by the demise of the slim lizard. He looked up and saw Sal rip the chains off him and slam onto the floor. The goon was again surprised by the occurrence and stood there motionless for a moment. Ray thought to himself this man must really not see too many holograms or he would have seen this coming. Ray stood and once again shook off his concussion as best he could finally seeing one goon standing before him looking down at Sal on the floor. Ray wondered if the man had seen Saal rip the chains off of his body like they were tissue paper. I mean if Ray was keeping someone prisoner and they had ripped through chains like that he would have been halfway down the corridor outside the room before the man stood up. How ever that was not the case. Ray knew Sal would stand up in a moment and devoid the man of his bowels. the thought hung in Ray's mind and he vomited again.
 
If Ray had taken a moment to pay attention to the wheezing winded pleas for help escaping Norongachi’s lips he’d have known that a time out was called for before anyone had their bowels removed.

The fall had driven any thought of swift vengeful, nay biblical, retribution from the mans mind and he lay there, his cheek on the cold concrete floor, hoping against hope that some god somewhere with even an ounce of mercy would step in and kill him.

This wasn’t how you handled a hangover, he thought bitterly. You stayed home, you drank water and complained at great length to anyone who would listen about how terrible you felt. You didn’t go around getting kidnapped and plunged 10ft onto unforgiving floors while pea brained morons -and yes he included Ray- went around being utter morons.

Right, he thought with a wheeze as he tried to force air into his lungs, thats it. It would have been a potent thought if he hadn’t tried to push himself up on his arms and felt the all too familiar stab of agony that accompanied several broken ribs.

“This one…” he gasped as he flopped onto his back. “Is all you. Go get em.” he raised a shaky hand and gave Ray a thumbs up as the man vomited onto the floor.
 
Ray watched Sal stand and waited for the inevitable attack Saal would unleash upon the goon now regaining his sense of WTF was going on and preparing to raise his rifle again. Ray watched and prepared himself for the gore that Sal would unleash and the following vomit Ray would unleash. To Rays surprise Sal looked at him half stooped over and breathless and said something unintelligible and gave him a thumbs up.

Ray was a trained combatant, he went to the Anaxes Naval Academy. Trained with the best martial fighters the academy had to offer. Spent time as a pirate fighting alongside miscreants and cutthroats. Fought off a Falleen after a night at Sal's bar after the man had poisoned him with some form of drink he was sure contained some form of the intestinal leech. He was capable of fighting, however, he was not a fan of having to do it. He would rather order someone ot pay someone to do the job for him. Here though there were no subordinates and no one he could pay to deal with the goon. As Sal eyed the man who was about to point the rifle at him with insistent eyes and a look that screamed This is on you bastard, Ray decided he would have to take matters into hsi own hands. It was then Ray stood to his full height and made his move. He pounced at the man like some form of space cat bent on having the man for dinner then realized he was standing in a pile of vomit, lizard entrails, blood, and whatever slim the little reptile rodent mixture had been in and lost every bit of traction and moment he had and slid across the floor into the man. The man who had most of his attentions on Sal at this point did not expect the haphazard and clumsy yet masterful fighting style Ray was performing on him and the look of shock in the mans face was noticeable as Ray slammed into his legs.

The goons shock turned into fear as his world became equal tot eh gravity that now pulled upon his body. The man fell as Ray continued on the ground sliding across the flor and into Sals slumped over form. Ray watched the man as he passed under him knocking him from his feet and as the goons head slammed into what was left of the cage the slim lizard had been kept in severing his head at his shoulders.

Ray turned from the man's headless body which was now spewing blood from its stalk as what was left of the blood in his heart shot out across the floor. Ray looked at Sal then back to the body then back to Sal and vomited.
 
You couldn’t make it up, Sal thought as the headless goon unleashed a torrent of crimson akin to a macabre fountain straight from a satanic vacation home. The gorey sight didn’t bother him but the growing pool of Raymond Mosses Raymond Mosses stomach contents rapidly spreading toward him was an issue he could do without and so despite the protests of mercy from dozens of pain receptors, he rolled.

It wasn’t graceful and contained an entire string of expletives not meant for a younger audience but he found himself on one knee. A rattle in his breathing and a punch of pain with each labored breath informed the former soldier turned barkeep that his lung was punctured, which was just the cherry on top of this kark cake.

The other heavily armed fellows seemed to agree that the simple task of detaining two piss drunk sentients had taken a sharp turn toward frakked and then rolled right down a steep slope into a veritable mountain of excrement.

“They killed Ke’nay!” one of them exclaimed as the last spurts of blood pumped feebly from the severed stump.

“YOU BAS-!” the mans neck turned in a manner more commonly seen in an owl and he fell backwards. Norongachi had just about had enough, the Force sung around him and he conducted the energetic orchestra with a hand. Wherever he motioned something snapped, unseen powers ripping at bone and muscle and after a brief cacophony of pops, crunches and screams there was blissful silence broken only by a whimper from the one he had left alive.

“Ta...da…” he winced and hacked up a mouthful of blood.
 
Ray wiped the vomit from his mouth and turned to watch the men one by one fall down. One man wobbled but did not fall down and Ray cocked his head sideways at him for a moment. Ray looked closer and noticed the man had fallen on some sort of pipe that extended from the wall and was hung there swaying and wobbling. One an laying on the ground was making noise but looked somewhat uncomfortable. His leg was not right. Ray looked at the man and his leg which seemed to have become reversed somehow. A bone stuck out of the skin and blood began to ooze from the leg onto the floor. Ray vomited once again.

Sal seemed to be moving better now that he had mind flayed the group of goons. Ray watched the man grimace as he tried to stand but still made it to one knee and seemed to be comfortable in that position currently. Ray imagined the man had broken something in the fall. It looked like it hurt when he hit the floor.

Ray once again whipped the vomit from his mouth and stood himself. The floor was a mess, Ray did his best not to look down at the collection of gore and guts, it was gross. He looked around the room for the first time really taking it in. The warehouse looked like any other warehouse he had ever seen. The crates in the corner, the shelves along the walls, the dead body scattered around the room. Yep just like every other warehouse in assistance. Nothing really stood out about the place. Why they had been brought there was a mystery. Ray could not remember anything after walking into Sals bar. He had to stop going there, he always woke up beaten, bruised, abused, and sore the next morning. This however was the first time Sal had been there when he awoke. Normally it was some random person, thing, Falleen that was there. This time all he had was Sal.

"Hey Sal, you know these guys?" Ray asked stretching his hand out palm up and making a semicircular motion around the room to point out the entirety of the display of death they now found themselves in. "This one here" Ray pointed out the man still alive on the floor "He called you a name I dare not repeat" Said Ray with a smirk sneaking onto his face. "Apparently he knows your mom." Ray said as he walked over the injured man on the floor.

"Hey buddy, I think you have the wrong people, Sals mom doesn't do that stuff. I mean I do not know the lady but knowing Sal as I do I assure you his mom is not that kind of lady." Ray said as he walked up and nudged the man with his foot. "Also who are you," Ray asked the man who had now begun to talk about Ray's mom as well. Ray looked around picked up a blaster and shot the man in the head. He turned to Sal and spoke.

"He may have been right about my mom but he had no right bringing up bad memories," said Ray as he looked back down at the man who now had a smoldering hole in the side of his head.
 
Salem knew Raymond Mosses Raymond Mosses was speaking, he was always speaking (often at great length about something, everything but usually absolutely nothing at all. Occasionally he'd take a breath but if you blinked you'd miss it.) but the words were failing to register. Norongachi was busy turning his senses inwards, assessing the damage so that he might best judge when he'd do something embarrassing like bleed to death internally.

Yep, there it was; Fragment of rib had knicked his lung and it was struggling to inflate all the while letting blood pool in his airways. The four busted ribs were a secondary concern after seeing that but he wished he'd paid closer attention at the Jedi Academy in his youth when they waffled on about the healing properties of the Force. It hadn't occurred to him in his youth that he'd putting himself in the way of grievous bodily harm or, as was insanely common, dropping from a great height onto his face. If he'd listened when his later Darkside masters had talked about Future Sight, he'd have saw this coming.

The sharp 'pew' of a blaster drew his mind to the world outside and a sigh followed by a series of hacking coughs, accompanied by a dribble of blood down his lower lip, was all he could manage as the only person alive that might know why they were here, ceased to be so. "Lets get the hell outta here," Norongachi growled and slowly got upright before heading at a pained limp toward the large warehouse doors. They were already partially open as Sal stepped through and as he looked around all Ray would hear was "Where the frak did we GO last night!?"
 
Ray grabbed the blaster he had used and three more blasters, a couple of sidearms, four knives, three grenades, a flak jacket, a helmet, and what looked like a roasted porg sandwich then turned to follow Sal out of the warehouse. Sal stopped in the doorway and looked around then spoke. Ray stopped to keep from running into the man and continued to eat the sandwich.

"Hey Sal you want some of this" Ray asked through a muffled smooth full of porg. He stretched the sandwich out in his hand towards Sals back in the offering. "It's not too bad needs seasoning but its pretty good. Better than most of the food at your place." Ray sad chewing the mouth full of meat and bread.

Ray pushed pasted Sal handing him a blaster as he paused and looked around at their new surroundings. "Well ain't that a queen," Ray said looking out at nothing. Sand spread out for as far as the eye could see. Flat, dry, grainy sand. "Dude, wheres the starship," Ray said looking around the area for any sign of what brought them here. "A speeder?" Ray questioned as he continued to look around. "Let me go back in and see if they have any water" ray said passing back by Sal and going back into the building.
 
Sal shielded his eyes as a gust of wind dashed grains of sand against him before spiraling on wards across the dunes and whipping up small sand devils that lived briefly and became nothing moments later. How, was his first question, followed by where. He coughed into his hand and grimaced as it came away red, dotted with grains of sand. He reached into his pocket and although the hope was slim, was still disappointed to find his cigarras missing.

Ray appeared next to him. "We don't serve food at the Kark," which made him wonder what it exactly Raymond Mosses Raymond Mosses had been eating when he'd been there. "Did we come in a starship? I don't remember anything after that Falleen pinned you to the wall." it hurt his brain trying to force the lost time back into coherent memories but one thing was for certain, whoever wanted them dead would have done a better job just leaving them in the desert of whatever hellpit they found themselves in. "Check for transport while you're at it and a medpac!" he called over his shoulder before spluttering and coughing painfully.
 
Ray ran into the building and began rummaging around looking for supplies. Water was in a small refresher station bottled in some sort of blue canteens. He slung those over his shoulder across the riffles then looked for a medkit. The first aid box sat in a corner next to a large locked storage box. Ray took a blaster and fired three shots into the lock then opened the box. The box had odds and ends in it which ray imagined was whoever the leader of the goons was. He began digging through the junk in the box looking for anything they could use. "Sunglasses, check we need those. Holovids, no Seen those. ladies undergarments three x size. Ray eyed the large underwater then swung them over his shoulder. "May need these," Ray said as he continued to dig through the box. In all ray gathered up anything he thought they might use then walked out of the smaller back office into he main warehouse. The carnage still layout on the floor of the warehouse-like fresh roadkill. Ray looked away from the scene but was then hit by the smell of it all as the gore had begun to stagnant in the heat of the warehouse. Ray fought back the gag reflex for a moment then once again vomited.

Ray walked out of the building loaded down with weapons and canteens and a large first aid box dragging on the ground behind him. "I found stuff," said Ray as he walked out dropped the load on the ground, and stretched. "Hot out ain't it?"
 

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