Post by Ryash Kihzaldrin on Jun 24, 2006 21:42:40 GMT
Late Arrival
Three men walked into the cantini, one a Trandoshan. A man sitting at a table off to the side noticed them. He took a quick last swig from his drink then set it down. A nod to two men near him and the three moved towards the table were the Trandoshan had sat down.
"So, you remember what is to happen? Make sure the men know what to do after finishing the 'work'."
Both men grunted there agreement. The Trandoshan and his men had sat down at an enclosed booth near the very back of the cantina. The man sat down at the booth as his two men took guard duty outside.
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Ryash sat down at the table as the two Imperial Storm Troopers took thier places at either side of him. He knew what he had come here for, however, he wasn't so sure how willing his compatriate would be to deliver.
From the corner of his eye Ryash noticed three men stand up and begin to walk towards him. He recogzized the man in the middle right away. When the three men reached the booth Ryash leaned back and laid one of his blasters on the table. The other man did the same.
"Your late."
The other man was clearly annoyed.
"I had a more important contact to meet before coming here."
The other man took on a suspisoius look.
"So, what are you here for Ryash?"
A waitress came by and dropped six drinks off for them. Once the waitress had left Ryash spoke up.
"You owe me a favour. I'm here to cash in."
The human leaned back as he grabbed his drink.
"Well, thats depends what you need done. Ya see, I'm a little strapped myself right now. I just lost a rather large bet and couldn't pay it all."
Ryash's hand crushed his glass. He shot up and smashed his hands into the table.
"You had better be able to repair my d**n ship or I'll cut your god d**ned head off. You owe me a lot... If you don't pay me... I...I'll rip your body to shreds Remoran."
Remoran jumped back.
"Just calm down Ryash."
Remoran looked to the exit and his body froze.
"Oh hell... Ryash, I'll pay you back and on top of it repair your ship for you for free if you help me out..."
Ryash thought it over for a second. All that he needed right now was his ship repaired. The Trandoshan looked out of the booth to the men. There were only seven of them.
"You'd better repair my d**n ship."
He nodded for his two men to leave the booth, and then Ryash himself left. Remoran stayed in the booth. Ryash quickly looked at what the men had for weapons. One of Remoran's thugs had a Heavy Repeating Blaster, the other an Alliance Blaster Rifle. Both of Ryash's men had standard Imperial Blaster Rifles. Ryash looked over his shouler and saw his "friend" had a low class blaster rifle. Ryash grabbed his other blaster off the table and started forward...
Three men walked into the cantini, one a Trandoshan. A man sitting at a table off to the side noticed them. He took a quick last swig from his drink then set it down. A nod to two men near him and the three moved towards the table were the Trandoshan had sat down.
"So, you remember what is to happen? Make sure the men know what to do after finishing the 'work'."
Both men grunted there agreement. The Trandoshan and his men had sat down at an enclosed booth near the very back of the cantina. The man sat down at the booth as his two men took guard duty outside.
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Ryash sat down at the table as the two Imperial Storm Troopers took thier places at either side of him. He knew what he had come here for, however, he wasn't so sure how willing his compatriate would be to deliver.
From the corner of his eye Ryash noticed three men stand up and begin to walk towards him. He recogzized the man in the middle right away. When the three men reached the booth Ryash leaned back and laid one of his blasters on the table. The other man did the same.
"Your late."
The other man was clearly annoyed.
"I had a more important contact to meet before coming here."
The other man took on a suspisoius look.
"So, what are you here for Ryash?"
A waitress came by and dropped six drinks off for them. Once the waitress had left Ryash spoke up.
"You owe me a favour. I'm here to cash in."
The human leaned back as he grabbed his drink.
"Well, thats depends what you need done. Ya see, I'm a little strapped myself right now. I just lost a rather large bet and couldn't pay it all."
Ryash's hand crushed his glass. He shot up and smashed his hands into the table.
"You had better be able to repair my d**n ship or I'll cut your god d**ned head off. You owe me a lot... If you don't pay me... I...I'll rip your body to shreds Remoran."
Remoran jumped back.
"Just calm down Ryash."
Remoran looked to the exit and his body froze.
"Oh hell... Ryash, I'll pay you back and on top of it repair your ship for you for free if you help me out..."
Ryash thought it over for a second. All that he needed right now was his ship repaired. The Trandoshan looked out of the booth to the men. There were only seven of them.
"You'd better repair my d**n ship."
He nodded for his two men to leave the booth, and then Ryash himself left. Remoran stayed in the booth. Ryash quickly looked at what the men had for weapons. One of Remoran's thugs had a Heavy Repeating Blaster, the other an Alliance Blaster Rifle. Both of Ryash's men had standard Imperial Blaster Rifles. Ryash looked over his shouler and saw his "friend" had a low class blaster rifle. Ryash grabbed his other blaster off the table and started forward...