Friendly Fist-Bumps

[Vulpesen]

A flash of white stars danced before Vulpesen's eyes as he stumbled back from a fair right hook which sent him stumbling to the edge of the makeshift ring. Around him, he could feel a douvan hands reaching out to push him back in. Of course, with those 'helpful' hands did come a few that tried to relieve him of his coat, although thankfully a quick slap on the wrist managed to prevent them from snagging the article which was likely worth more than they'd ever make in their lives. "C'mon, that all ya got?" Rubbing his sore jaw, the Veran king looked up at the imposing human before him. A mountain of muscle, it was easy to see how this man had managed to make his way so far up in the hierarchy of this little group. But that didn't mean he'd go undefeated. Vulpesen had of course fought bigger.

The lower levels of Coruscant were infamously seedy, with all manner of deplorable activities. The Valde had come here with his team on a mission to break up a minor slave ring that they had caught wind of. And with their success came a bit of downtime. Before heading home, Vulpesen had decided to enter into one of the many underground fighting rings, if not for any other reason than to gain a bit of unaccounted for coin to spend on drinks.

 

[Chaca]

Tiny - almost nonexistent in a crowd like this. That was a perfect description for the small ivory cathar that weaved through the crowd. He was a slave here, a servant that obeyed the patrons of this place. Unnoticed for the most part, other than when something was needed, the ring-side errand boy watched the fight as best he could from his short stature. He was unfamiliar with this man, the one fighting "The Barge". Was this man crazy? He was going to get himself killed. Chaca didn't want to watch the Barge kill Vulpesen... Little did he realize the massive potential that lay in this mysterious stranger, the barge might not even stand a chance.

Chaca was invisible to most of the crowd, just a simple ring servant boy, nothing to be minded. Most of the crowd were non-force-sensitive though. To a strong force sensitive being, Chaca almost couldn't be missed. Like a tear in space.. Like a black hole, Chaca felt like a void in the force. Around him, the force seemed to deaden out, as though he were a gap... Possibly even a wound.

The felinesque anomaly approached ring side right as Vulpesen was hit to the edge. His small ivory frame worked through the crowd rather easily unnoticed, speaking quickly to Vulpesen as he had this narrow chance, just as the crowd was trying to pull at his jacket.

"The Barge is going to try to body-slam you outa the ring sir, he almost always does that after his right hook."

A small bit of potentially useful information given to [member="Vulpesen"], hoping it may help him beat The Barge. After all, Barge was quite cruel to Chaca. The small cathar boy wasn't vengeful per se, but an opportunity like this to topple The Barge wasn't an every day occurrence. The rest of the crowd didn't seem to notice or care about the tip from the small slave.

OOC: Hope its okay I join? If not I'm happy to delete this post