Trading with People [The Wheel]

[Lance of Dreams]

~The Wheel~​

Gladiator Ring...​

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A great barking laughter erupts with the applause and boos the audience around him gives out to the spectacle of entertainment in the center of the Wheel. In his own separate booth (meant for those who helped organize the event, and gladiator owners), Grozkkatta watched as a Devorian removed the arms off of a Duro's body, who was now roiling in the dirt, screaming and bleeding. The Devorian raised his twin blades and shook them with a yell.

The Devorian down there was none other than Captain Beloved, a vagabond he managed to convince into his service... right before he sold him to the gladiator rings on The Wheel. His skill was not easily contested on a station that saw so little in terms of real skill, and Grozkkatta knew he made a good venture selling him. The Devorian was best with sulfur in his bloodstream, considering how weak he felt with out it, but the good Captained measured up to be skill enough for the other cattle he delivered to the Wheel.

The Wookiee hated aliens, and reveled in their misery.

The old Devorian was slowing down, and more than likely the rest of his crew may be wondering where their Captain had gone. They'd go looking for him, so once the wookiee made a quick pretty penny, he'd get out of here... though for now the devilish alien was proving to be fairly lucrative, with little sign he was out for the count yet. Though he was lucky, they were about to enter into an intermission, meaning the wookiee was going to go out to find something to eat.

Stepping out of his booth, his human trophy Olos Nah walked in his shadow. "Groz... why did you betray that Captain? It doesn't look like he's going to die, and once his crew comes back..."

"Ohwo'anan rhwo rroowhwo!" <We'll be gone!> The wookiee growled with a animal grin. Olos decided to say silent after that, careful not to annoy his master.

Walking through the station, the wookiee found a small little corner bar where he could quench his thirst, and his animal hunger. The scoundrel slaver was looking for a piece of meat he could tear up in his paws, as opposed to the slabs of meat he usually sold for labor. The wookiee grunted amused at the bar's name, Animal Delight. He wasn't sure if that was a speciest name or not, but decided he didn't care, he just wanted food and drink, and given his species reputation as animals, he figured they'd be smart enough to keep their arms. The wookiee sat without invitation, and told Olos what to say to get what he wanted.

[member="Adrian Vandiir"]

 

[AMCO]

The hallways of the Wheel were teeming with beings from a multitude of different species; many were excited, a few were celebrating, and many more were dulling the pain of their most recent loss in the casinos by indulging in unhealthy amounts of cheap booze. It was always like this in these kinds of places, the Acolyte observed, and yet they kept coming back for more. The foolishness of his lessers would likely never cease to amaze and entertain him, though that wasn't what had brought the young man here today.

He was dressed in an immaculately clean Correlian style attire made up of a black jacket, black trousers, a white shirt, and his usual all-terrain boots, which were polished to a shine. His form bore no obvious weapons and in fact carried no hidden ones either, though he hardly had need of such primitive tools of destruction with the dark arts of the Sith at his disposal.

The last slaver had proven to be both a fool and a coward, and had summarily found himself with a blistering headache and no memory of what had transpired in the last hour. The one before that again... well, he was insolent enough to try and capture Adrian himself, perhaps thinking him some wayward aristocrat or a merchant with more money than sense. Smiling to himself as he recalled the primal screams of the thug as his life was ended, slowly, through a delightful little application of Sith Lightning, the young man made the final turn before coming into view of the Animal Delight. Having heard of the ruthless Wookie slaver from a weak-willed guard that was all too willing to talk about the gladiator rings' suppliers after a free drink and a hint of Force Persuasion, he had been instantly intrigued. Besides, there weren't that many Wookies on the station, despite its size, and even fewer travelled in the company of a subservient human, so he hadn't been all that hard to find, once Adrian knew what to look for.

Seeing a black- and grey-haired Wookie sitting at a table, yelling instructions at a meek-looking human male standing by his side, he smiled to himself. Not that hard to find indeed. Annoyed after dealing with multiple disappointing dead ends, the young man simply strode up to the table, slid his willowy form onto a seat, and then leaned forward, his arms on the table as he looked intently at the Wookie before him. "Why hello there! I happen to be in the market for some livestock and heard you might be the right man for the job."

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Grozkkatta was in the middle of a meal that was supposed to be something like Bantha Rump... but lacked the necessary vegetables to get the right flavor profile, and he was drinking a cheap brandy in place of what he'd actually prefer. The galaxy certainly wasn't Kashyyykk, and so he hated it, but the meal was filling the whole. He also blamed Olos for being an incompetent human who never knew what the hell he was doing. The boyish-man was incompetently childish, and that made him easier to boss around, but also got on his nerves every damn day. So could he really be disappointed when he accidentally attracted to him more of his kind, to harass the wookiee? Not really, but he would anyway, because nothing was Groz's fault, and everything was his Trophy's fault.

"Oohacro rooohu wwrcahwowhwaanro? Woraaoahwhrr, rhworaao ahao!" <Why you friendly? Eating, beat it!> The wookiee growled aggressively. The wookiee took a bite, and then realized Olos wasn't talking. His faced whipped to one side and roared in anger at his slave, who about jumped out of his body as food and spittle went flying past his daydreaming.

"U-uh what?" He questioned, and as his master was about to angrier he began to stumble words out of his mouth. "Oh, ah, Groz wants to-- know, what you want...?" Grozkkatta slammed his fist on the table and made a low growl, before speaking again.

"Wwahwhwo... akrcahoawo?" <Fine... price?> The wookiee started chewing again, and made a wookiee face, looking at neither of them.

"... for the ah, livestock... the price. He wants to know the price." Olos looked between the stranger and his master for approval. The wookiee did nothing, which left the stranger to respond.

[member="Adrian Vandiir"]

 

[AMCO]

The Wookie didn't seem very happy to see him, though it was hard to be sure, all things considered. The Correllian smiled slightly as the human was yelled at, a smile which turned into a broad grin as the meek imbecile stuttered in a potent mixture of fright and confusion. Turning back towards the Wookie he flashed him a smile that would have seemed chilling to most sentients. "Minions, right? Always so... disappointing. Makes one want to build them from the ground up, doesn't it?" At that last part, his smile turned mischevious. He did so love giving them hints, to see if they could figure out what he really was. He could claim it was a test, but, in the end, it was all part of the fun.

"The price? Hmm, I'd say an average of 20% above the market standard, with the drop off point being on Bastion, and the factors determining their value being somewhat different than is usual." Force knows he could afford it, considering his tendency to "confiscate" the credits of those he killed, coupled with an extreme willingness to cheat his way through all sorts of high-stakes gambling, as long as they didn't have force detectors, Ysalamiri, or the like.

[member="Grozkkatta"] (OOC I figured I should probably start mentioning you, even if you are following the topic, since that makes it more manageable should someone else decide to jump in on the action.)

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Twenty above market standard? Not bad, and collecting the animals wouldn't be that difficult. Would be an easy gig, unless something was lost in translation. Perhaps it would be better to ask a few more questions just to be sure. He better ask them quickly though, as something was happen back in the gladiator ring. The wookiee to a brief moment in their conversation to pick up a communicator to a droid he had set up to monitor the docking ports. It jittered in its droid chatter, and the wookiee issued a low growl. Sounded like the Captain's crew was here to get him out of dodge, and the Captain knew it too. Looks like he wouldn't be staying her much longer.

"Ohacraao orahwhwara rawhahscraanc?" <What kinda animals?> The wookiee said as he started to pack up his meal. It tasted like kark, but it was still food. The walking carpet dumped his brandy onto the pot-roast and tossed the glass. "Scraorwo oowwwwworc cacoorcao, cahscakanwo. Ahwh ra achurcrcro..." <Make offer short, simple. In a hurry...> The wookiee was getting ready to collect his money before the Captain escaped, and his crew arrived to ruin everyone's day. He anticipated this, but not this soon. Olos began explaining for the possible employer.

"What kind of animals do you want to capture? Don't play around what you want, make the offer short, we're in a hurry, apparently." The human said meekly, although coherently, and began to understand what they were both playing at. It was clear the employer wanted sentients, and the wookiee wasn't sure if that's what he wanted or not given his vocabulary, he was trying to make certain that was what his offer actually was.

[member="Adrian Vandiir"]

 

[AMCO]

The Wookie probably thought he couldn't understand what happened between him and the droid, but his force enhanced senses allowed him to hear the binary jittering utterances clearly enough, and his time living aboard a spaceship had taught him the importance of understanding binary, though complete understanding still eluded him. Of course, he only got half the conversation, and out of context at that, as he didn't speak a word of Shriiwook. Still, he was fairly sure whoever the droid had been monitoring was a threat to his prospective supplier, a feeling that was reinforced when the Wookie sped up his eating and all but confirmed when he stated that he was in a hurry. Oh well, this was to be expected when one dealt with outlaws, he supposed.

Leaning in close he offered a charming smile, before answering the question. "Oh, you know, primarily the kind that talks back." Adrian leaned back in his chair, an impish smirk on his lips. "As for specific terms regarding the specimens... well, that might be best suited for more private quarters." His right hand stroked his chin, almost ironically, while the smirk remained. "Something tells me you might not be entirely opposed to the idea of retiring to a more private location... or were you planning to flee the station in its entirety?" He didn't know the extent of the threat, but the Wookie's reaction to that last part should be sufficient answer to that question.

[member="Grozkkatta"]