A lust for power: Nar Shaddaa

[Jorus Koth]

"You're too late Jorus!"
If a blaster wasn't leveled at his head, Jorus might have laughed at the absurdity of the situation. He stood with his back against the railing on a public path just outside the port authority. Two thugs stood before him, representatives of a loan shark Jorus owed a bit of cash too. He was a little late on his payment, almost eighteen years late. It's not his fault he was in prison those years. Behind him a fall of unfathomable depths. Jorus might starve before hitting the bottom. As for the humor in the situation, it was the passerby's who had his attention. Most walked by with no more than a curious glance, though a few actually stopped to watch, as if they were enjoying a particularly good holo-vid.

The matter at hand though was more pressing than the observation of his audience, as was demonstrated by the blaster barrel being slammed across his face. "Son of a...!" Jorus pressed a hand to his face, feeling the warm trickle of blood start at the corner of his lip. He spat our a broken tooth and a glob of thick gore and shook his head. "Look, guys. Prison. P, R, I, S, O, N." He spelled. "There was nothing I could do about it, if he wanted my payment earlier, he should have got me out. Besides, I made that deal as a child. That child no-longer exists." Jorus eased back, his hands went to the railing behind him, appearing to stabilize himself. In actuality he wanted his reach closer to the weapon tucked in the back of his pants.
"Kapo Gejalli Aottal needs to make sure, that people see what happens when your debt isn't paid. It was only because of your heritage that he let you live for so long. He respected your great grandfather. Unfortunately, you picked the wrong moon to..."
Jorus did not have the time to listen to the Rodians speech, drawing the blaster he flicked it around his side, took a blind shot as he stepped left and then turned the weapon on the other thug. The Rodian was clutching his shoulder, staring at Jorus, his blaster lay forgotten on the ground. "Ok thug two. I have Kapo's payment. I had it all along, but this isn't how business works. You treat me with respect and we conclude our business. All this..." He waved his blaster at the first Rodian. "Is distasteful. I'll have the credits transferred with interest. As a bonus, I'll include your lives. I know how expensive training new employees can be."
The Rodian shook with rage and pain. "You'll regret this! I swear on my..."

"Save your threats, this isn't personal." Jorus looked to thug two. "Do you understand?" The human male just nodded quickly and raised his hands. "Good, additionally, Kapo is nothing. I'm taking over the area near the Rust Cantina, I see that Hutt or his dogs I will kill him or the underlings. I own that area now." He waved his blaster at them. "Off you go!" The Rodian gathered his gun, gave one last hateful look at Jorus and turned with his partner and moved away. Jorus watched them leave for a moment, leaned on the railing and took a deep breath through his nose. "Smells like opportunity."

(First IC post, if I did anything wrong let me know. This is a opening you can come in here or assume the scene moved to the Rust Cantina.)

 

[Levi Hutch]

Xardus was simply exploring that surrounding area when he heard blaster fire. Interested, he made his way over to the sound. Thats when he saw the crowd dispersing, and an injured Rodian making his way slowly with them. There was one man, however, just standing next to a railing, not even a look of concern on his face. "What happened back there?", he inquired the man.

 

[Jorus Koth]

(Quick question, how obvious is it you are a Jedi, Robes and Hilt visable?)

 

[Levi Hutch]

(OOC: no, he's not wearing any robes, he has a basic long sleeve shirt on and a jacket covering his lightsaber)

 

[Jorus Koth]

Jorus clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Would you believe, someone shot someone!? Minor disagreement it seems. Apparently all is well now though." He rolled on the railing till his back was against it again and gestured to the Port Authority building. "Was just checkin some cargo I had flown in and this man was accosted by two slimey looking characters." He lowers his voice conspiratorially "I think they might have been criminals! What is this moon coming to? Use to be a man could walk the streets..." He laughs. "What am I saying, it's always been this way. Two thugs for every one honorable, kind and lawful citizen. A well, such is the way of things." Jorus brushed off his jacket and straightens. "Well, seeing as someone may come investigate this area, I really should be off! I could use a drink. Thinking of this place I checked out two days ago, Rust Cantina, good drinks, dirty glasses."

 

[Vroguard]

Xardus chuckled. "I wouldn't know much about Nar Shadda. I've heard the rumors, but have no experience since it is my first time here." He looked at the man thoughtfully. "My question is, though, how come you're the only person who didn't buck at the sound of blaster fire?"

 

[Levi Hutch]

(OOC: sorry I forgot I wasn't on the right character, I'm on my phone right now)

 

[Jorus Koth]

Jorus began to walk figuring if this inquisitive fellow cared to he would follow. "I'm not new to the sound of blasters being fired." His head turned to peer at the man for a moment. "Alright, since it's obvious I'm not fooling anyone, yeah, the incident revolved around me. It's taken care of though and no-one lost their life. Business is a hard thing for some people. The finer points of negotiation, give and get, mutual respect, demand and offer. Some people just can't wrap their minds around the concepts. So..." He shrugs a little and spreads his arms. "Occasionally, a blaster helps to put the dot on the I's and cross the T's." Jorus steps into a lift that will take him down a few levels and leans on the wall.
"Jorus Koth. I guess, I can introduce myself. It's not going to be a secret much longer. Fame, fortune and power are going to be mine. You can tell all your friends about it some day." He mock swoons. "'I met the great Jorus Koth! He spoke to me!' You'll say as your mates gather around you to hear of it. 'His voice was like honey and he smelled of Tantooine spice wine! Oh! A glorious day I shall never live again!'"

 

[Levi Hutch]

Raising an eyebrow, Xardus regarded the man plainly. "You really are full of yourself, aren't you? What makes you think you're headed for the top more than anyone else is?" He chuckled as he remembered an old friend who was very much the same. "Trust me, I knew someone once with the same ambitions. Now he's in some corner of an alley on Coruscant sucking on death sticks."

 

[Jorus Koth]

"Here are two important things you should consider." He watched the doors slide close and felt the momentary jolt as the lift began to move. "One, I don't 'suck on death sticks' and two, most of that was a attempt at humor. That being said, ambition is a good thing. People with no ambition become stagnant, they have no purpose, take up space and air. It's worth noting that ambition must be tempered with skill as well. You can have all the ambition in the world but without talent and skill, it won't do you a lick of skill. Take me, while I was exaggerating a bit. I do believe I am going places."
He nodded and watched the countdown indicator as they approached the correct level. "Yep, I have plenty of dreams, I also have talent and as you saw, a flair for the dramatics." He turns to the gentleman with him and wags a finger. " Here's something that occurs to me, I introduced myself. I gave you my name. You have not shared your own. That feels rude. Here I was, engaging in polite conversation with you, letting you follow me to my favorite watering hole, maybe offer you a drink and you return all of that with rudeness." He turns back to the door as it slides open. "I do believe my feelings might be hurt." He states with a small laugh and a smirk.

 

[Levi Hutch]

Xardus laughed lightly. "Right, where are my manners? Im Xardus. Xardus Folidaar." He extended a hand towards Jorus.

 

[Jorus Koth]

(Back! Sorry!)

Jorus took the hand, gave it a firm shake and gestured towards the entrance to the Cantina. A couple of vagabonds and loiterers sat outside the large door. No bouncer it appeared and when they entered it was obvious why. The Rust Cantina was aptly named. Every surface was metal and painted a rust color, even stranger was the staff. The entire place was run by droids, from the burly gladiator droid tending behind the counter, to the astromech waitstaff. The patrons were organic though and Jorus tipped his head to a few as they passed. He moved up to the bar and leaned on it. "Alright, Vac. Uh, just give me my usual and get this guy here whatever he wants."
The droid confirmed "You got it Koth."
Jorus explained.

"Somehow Vac here, earned his freedom from the gladiatorial games. I don't think he sentient, but he's pretty damn close. He definately has a uniquely programmed personality. Anyways, he was tired of busting up other droids and wanted to give retired droids a place to live out their lives in peace. So he made this place. They get to work, he protects them and lets me do business here. So.." Once the drink arrived he sipped at the bubbling brew. "What is your business on Nar Shaddaa if I might inquire?"

 

[Vroguard]

(OOC: it's cool haha. hey have you RP'd much before? you're really good at detail ^_^)

"Well I don't really have any business here to talk about." Xardus shrugged. "I was just exploring around like I usually do and came across this planet. I do a lot of traveling."

 

[Levi Hutch]

(OOC: and once again, wrong account lol)