Private Undercity Deals

[Kyyrk]

Wearing​

A Warlord was seeking to do business. That's what the gangs had been told. And he was willing to pay handsomely for information. They didn't think much of it at the time, telling the man who contacted them that they would only do business if they were paid up front. He was instructed to bring the money with him to a quiet spot of the Coruscant undercity, and he would be taken to speak with their boss. They always put a catch in their deals. Something that would allow them to take the money and run. In this case? It was instruction to come alone. No self-respecting Warlord would come to a meeting without his bodyguard.

Imagine their surprise when Kyyrk came alone. And better, he came un-armed. His money was quickly taken, and he was led away to a seedy bar on the edge of the descent shaft. A front, of course. Kyyrk didn't even need to rely on his knowledge of underworld scum to know it. His ability to see the unseen told him enough. But he began to suspect they did not actually have what he was looking for. Kyyrk was sat before a captain of the gang. Not who he'd requested to speak with. "I thought I was to be speaking with your boss."

"Deal's changed. You wanna speak to the boss, that's extra." Kyyrk frowned, leaning back in his seat. His glowing purple eyes roved across the man sitting in front of him, then at the bar around him. "No, I specifically said I wanted to speak to your boss. Go get him." The gang laughed. One lone man in the midst of their hideout, didn't stand a chance. Fancy armor or not, he had no choice but to play along. "You aint in no place to be making demands like that, silver-skin. Now, about this girl you was looking for..." Kyyrk's turned to the side slightly, almost as if he was looking through the wall at something. "She's not here. I already know she isn't. So cut to the chase. Do you know where she is or not?"​

Alysanne

 

[Alysanne]

Coming to Coruscant was a bad idea.

She could taste blood, and cheap cigarras, on her lips. The cords cut into her wrists as she wriggled them in vain, trying to loosen them. She assumed that they'd tied them pretty good but she didn't want to give in. That'd be a poor show. The room seemed ominously featureless, much like some sort of deep basement, with nothing but the hum of distant machinery to keep her company. That, and her own thoughts.

How did I end up here?

Why did I do this?

I hope that one guy I managed to punch lost his teeth.

Truth was, she'd been sticking her nose where it wasn't wanted, all for the sake of a crappy job. Sure, sneaking around some biker gang's territory sounded like an easy gig. They were a biker gang, how clever could they be? Turned out that actually, it didn't matter how clever they were if you acted supremely dumb. It was starting to look like her luck was running out.

The door opposite opened. Alysanne looked up, watching the guy enter. He was built like a rancor and looked half as pretty. She wrenched at the chair, but alas, bolted to the floor. She somehow doubted he'd flinch if she managed to break it over him.

"You," the biker growled, slowly approaching. "What were you looking for?" Alysanne looked aside, judgingwhat she should reveal. Whether to tell who'd slipped her the job, or whether it was worth braving the beating that was surely to come.

"I was..." she started saying, her voice soft, doubtful, fearful.

"Yes?" he growled, stepping closer.

"I was l... l-looking..." she stuttered.

"Yessss?" he hissed, leaning in closer.

"I was looking..." she said, raising her eyes to stare right at him, "... for your whore mother."

The thing was, Alysanne had never really been good at judging anything.

Kyyrk

 

[Kyyrk]

The attitude in the room was growing increasingly hostile. And Kyyrk's hosts had no idea where his quarry was. Another bad lead. He frowned. "Well. I feel that this entire venture has been a waste of my time. Perhaps it is time for you to return my money so that I may be on my way?" The bar erupted in laughter again. More weapons were drawn. "No, no, you paid us fair and square for our information. Your fault that you made the assumption it would buy you something you liked. And again, yer in no place to bargain."

Kyyrk looked around the bar, before looking back to the captain. "You sold her, didn't you?" The gang captain smirked at him. "That kinda information's--" "Extra. I know. Last chance. Was she here at any point? Answer truthfully. I will know if you are not." The captain's eyes narrowed. "Boys, show our guest to the door. He's overstayed his welcome." Kyyrk stood in unison with three other enforcers. He offered a bow to the captain and said, "The hard way it is, then." And with that, he turned and walked towards the door.

But he never made it to the door. The shot that rang out struck the door where his head had been mere moments prior. Only question now? Just...What had happened to him? The swoop gang realized suddenly that maybe they had bitten off more than they could chew. There was a loud snapping sound, and an object flew through the air past them, causing them to turn and look at the doorway behind them.

The object landed in the hands of the man who'd just been standing at the doorway. And a brilliant white blade erupted from the hilt he'd just summoned. Shots rang out around the bar as panic set in. This wasn't just a warlord. This one could control the Force. As his blade whirled into motion, the gang members all arrived at a single, heartstopping conclusion. They should have listened to him when he gave them the chance...​

Alysanne