The target of their little play would be Bovo’s. A slightly rundown cantina that sat off the main pathways of Treasure Ship Row and had for many years had a reputation of drawing in gamblers with credits to spare. The main room was as Alasdair remembered it always being, one corner set aside for the musical numbers, currently occupied by a pair of Bith attempting a number of classical pieces that seemed to meld fluently into the atmosphere of the bar itself. Tables and both were scattered around haphazardly, seating various species and cliental who came to Bovo’s religiously. However it wouldn’t be in here with its swoop poster strewn walls that Alasdair and Catrinna would settle for their craft.
“Through here.” The woman noted to Sitra as she whispered to the barman allowing them access through the bar and into the kitchen behind. He ignored the stench of something rotting in the corner and followed Catrinna into a storeroom, having visited before it was no oddity for the young Corellian, however he could see how it may seem dangerously strange to take the path where they had. A concealed door, which was knocked on three times revealed another room, the gambling paradise.
Bovo had renovated.
The room was large and surprisingly comfortable, a small bar outdid itself in the corner with a droid tender currently standing silently in wait. Greel wood panels, nerf leather furniture and a sabacc table completed the design. Alasdair was impressed.
He released a low whistle and felt Catrinna’s fingers grip his hand once more.
Then she would let go and something else would take hold of him, this time it was stronger and much more forced, it was also his entire arm that got locked and not just his hand.
There was a scream, Catrinna’s by the sound of it but he couldn’t see, his vision was taken up by the floor. Another solid impact came in against his side, hitting just below his rib and forcing another yell, this time his to fill the room. Again and again he would get kicked and punched until he could taste the blood in his mouth filling every sense he had.
“That is enough.” It stopped as quickly as it began, an elegantly smooth voice creating a pause in the assault. “Get him up.”
Sitra would say he got to his feet himself, the reality was much different as some large creature picked him up as if he were a doll and panted him so firmly that he almost fell back to the ground. The room, which had before been empty bar Catrinna, the droid and himself was now home to several rough lookers, all mulled around the Sabaac table emphasising the one who was sat at the head position. Dark of skin and smiling with brilliant teeth, it was the Pirate from the race.
Alasdair made not of Catrinna, who was being held by her forearm near the pirate, her face looked as worried as he felt. “Hey, let’s just…” He was forced into the chair. “I’m in it, I’m sat. Okay.?”
“You’ve caused me some problems kid.” The pirate began, his finger tapping the table in a stable rhythm. “Lost a fair amount of credits because of that race.”
“You never paid out, how have you lost credits?” Alasdair muttered, whipping his face with the back of his hand. A slick of blood tracing across his skin. “Everet was quite vocal about the fact.”
“People were counting on me wiping the floor of some little two-bit racer.” His finger stopped tapping and pointed straight at the young Corellian. “However you ruined it all with your little stunt. So yes you have lost me a lot of money.”
Alasdair remained silent, there were eleven or twelve of them. Too many to fight. Perhaps he could make sure Catrinna got out at least. That was the gentlemanly thing to do wasn’t it? Or he could see how he could worm out of it himself, which was seeming like the better option as time progressed.
“However…” The smile made Alasdair uneasy. “I’ve always an eye for the more talented elements of this planet and you with your little stunt impressed me.” The grip on Alasdair’s shoulders eased, thankfully. “I’m in the need of a ht-shot. someone who can outrun and out-think. Someone who isn’t afraid to put themselves on the line to get what needs to be happen done.”
“I don’t think I’m the guy your looking for.” Alasdair mocked, his face betraying the worry..
“You don’t really have a choice kid. You owe me money and I need some runs made. It all seems peachy to me.” The pirate leant back in his chair, eyes moving towards Catrinna. “Either you say yes or I take the skin from your girlfriend’s face.”
“She ain’t got nothing to do with it.” Alasdair shouted faster then he had wanted to. “Just tell me what you need me to do.”