Ragos Terrek
a.k.a. Ghost
Coruscant the shining jewel. Planet of lights. You know what lights do, dont ya? They cast shadows.
Ragos Terrek sat down at a table in a smoke filled room wearing the finest tux from last season. He of course did not know it was from last season and no one here bothered to tell him, No one here knew him. He was a stranger on a new world sent to forge his own destiny and grow.
A serving droid whirled by carefully and set down his drink. Corellian Whiskey aged ten years served over ice. It was maybe the most expensive drink he’d ever bought. Hell it may have been the most expensive thing he ever bought. But this was it, this was the life now, fitted suits and expensive liquor. He weren’t no hit boy no more. He was bout to be king.
He sipped his drink and lit a cigar. He took a long drag and added his smoke to the rest. The room was…tiny. No, it was something bigger than that, if not in size than in spirit. It was intimate. He knew there were others here besides himself but with the smoke and the dim lighting he could see nothing around him unless it was right in his face. Nothing but a small stage situated near him. On that stage was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. A twi’lek woman with dark red skin and lekku then went down to her backside.
He stared at her gobsmacked. Nearly the same way he had looked at that Jedi on Ossus.
And then she sang
and he saw her in a whole new way. He saw the galaxy in a whole new way. It was unbelievable. He would spend the next couple of hours spending obscene amounts of credits on obscenely small amounts of booze just to watch and listen to her.
Then the night was over and he was far too light on credits as he tried to remember how to walk back to his apartment from here. The air had cooled and he swayed a little in place as he tried to shake off his drinks.
A scream broke through the chill in the night air like a pebble in a still pond.
Ignore it. The voice in his head was right. He had no business getting tangled up in that funny business and still he was walking closer to the scream than away from it. There it was again louder…because he was closer…it was a woman’s voice, it sounded familiar.
Get out of here. He knew he should. One kriffing night on Coruscant and he was going to stick his nose in some chit that was almost certainly going to be way above his pay grade.
The woman’s voice called out again this time he could make out words. She only said one word “help.” other voices said things like “shut up.” and “bi-” well let’s just say it weren’t very nice some of the things that were said.
In an alley Ragos could see four figures. Three were almost certainly men with nasty attitudes and the fourth looked feminine enough but it was hard to say with the sack stuffed over her head.
Leave it be. The very wise voice in his head told him as he continued to do the exact opposite.
“Hey are ya’ll the taxi I called for?” The kriffing idiot Ragos Terrek called out to the very menacing men.
As he got closer he could see that they were all humans. A shaggy haired blonde in a blue jacket was closest to him as he walked down the alley. There was also a redhead and a bald dude who were holding on to the sack headed person.
“Who the kark are you?!” Blondie asked in a very shaky voice.
“I’m the one who called for a taxi. You better not be giving my ride away.” Ragos said moving closer to the men.
“We ain’t no taxi.” Redhead chimed in
“Yo-yo-you nee-need to go. Right now.” Blonde guy stammered as he pulled a blaster pistol and pointed it as Ragos to make sure his point was good and clear.
Ragos Terrek you karking idiot. No lies there.
“Listen friend, I need a lift. Isn't safe out on the streets at night.” Ragos put his hands up making it clear that he didn’t have anything threatening on him but he kept walking toward blond guy all the same.
“Kriffing shoot him.” Bald guy said. Kark bald guy.
“I-I-I’ll do it!” blondie says. He won’t karking do it. If he was gonna do the chit, it would have been done already. Ragos was close to him now, close enough to smell the stink of spice and cheap liquor all over him. No wonder he is shaking. Why the kriff would they give this backside a gun?
“Do it!” redhead yelled.
Fine.
A right roundhouse kick that moved quicker than a hiccup sent Ragos shin bone colliding into blonde guy’s neck at a violent velocity. He crumpled in a heap, asleep before he hit the ground. The other two hoods dropped their would be victim with a thud, not careful at all where they set her.
“Ow” said a voice he could swear was familiar from under the sack.
They advanced and he met them headlong. Left hook from red. Blocked. Right cross from bald guy. Dodged. Red punches again. Ragos moves and the man hits his own partner in the eye. Bald guy reels back from getting popped by his own friend. Ragos nails him with a push kick to the chest, he trips over the body of his prospective victim and hits his head on the back of the speeder. He doesn’t get up.
Him and red now. Ragos, left jab, right uppercut. No more red.
The driver door to the speeder flys open and before Ragos can even thing he uses The Force to call blondie’s blaster to his hand and opens up two new holes in the drivers chest.
The woman with the bag over her head screams. Again. Ragos walks over and picks her up in his arms. She fights and squirms the whole time until he breaks the zip ties on her hands and pulls the bag from her head.
No kriffing way.
She is twi’lek. The same twi’lek from the club. No wonder her voice sounded familiar.
They locked eyes for a moment and then she jumped into his arms again this time in an embrace,
“Thank you for saving me!” She said
“Ain’t no thing.” He told her trying to be as casual as possible when one was surrounded by broken bodies and corpses.
“Maybe. Maybe you can help me.” She said. “I’ve been to see that detective but you…well look at you!” She made a weird little gesture toward all the karked up guys when she said that last bit.
“Listen…” she began “I’ve hit some hard times.”
Hit music cue
Marcus Carter
Ragos Terrek sat down at a table in a smoke filled room wearing the finest tux from last season. He of course did not know it was from last season and no one here bothered to tell him, No one here knew him. He was a stranger on a new world sent to forge his own destiny and grow.
A serving droid whirled by carefully and set down his drink. Corellian Whiskey aged ten years served over ice. It was maybe the most expensive drink he’d ever bought. Hell it may have been the most expensive thing he ever bought. But this was it, this was the life now, fitted suits and expensive liquor. He weren’t no hit boy no more. He was bout to be king.
He sipped his drink and lit a cigar. He took a long drag and added his smoke to the rest. The room was…tiny. No, it was something bigger than that, if not in size than in spirit. It was intimate. He knew there were others here besides himself but with the smoke and the dim lighting he could see nothing around him unless it was right in his face. Nothing but a small stage situated near him. On that stage was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. A twi’lek woman with dark red skin and lekku then went down to her backside.
He stared at her gobsmacked. Nearly the same way he had looked at that Jedi on Ossus.
And then she sang
and he saw her in a whole new way. He saw the galaxy in a whole new way. It was unbelievable. He would spend the next couple of hours spending obscene amounts of credits on obscenely small amounts of booze just to watch and listen to her.
Then the night was over and he was far too light on credits as he tried to remember how to walk back to his apartment from here. The air had cooled and he swayed a little in place as he tried to shake off his drinks.
A scream broke through the chill in the night air like a pebble in a still pond.
Ignore it. The voice in his head was right. He had no business getting tangled up in that funny business and still he was walking closer to the scream than away from it. There it was again louder…because he was closer…it was a woman’s voice, it sounded familiar.
Get out of here. He knew he should. One kriffing night on Coruscant and he was going to stick his nose in some chit that was almost certainly going to be way above his pay grade.
The woman’s voice called out again this time he could make out words. She only said one word “help.” other voices said things like “shut up.” and “bi-” well let’s just say it weren’t very nice some of the things that were said.
In an alley Ragos could see four figures. Three were almost certainly men with nasty attitudes and the fourth looked feminine enough but it was hard to say with the sack stuffed over her head.
Leave it be. The very wise voice in his head told him as he continued to do the exact opposite.
“Hey are ya’ll the taxi I called for?” The kriffing idiot Ragos Terrek called out to the very menacing men.
As he got closer he could see that they were all humans. A shaggy haired blonde in a blue jacket was closest to him as he walked down the alley. There was also a redhead and a bald dude who were holding on to the sack headed person.
“Who the kark are you?!” Blondie asked in a very shaky voice.
“I’m the one who called for a taxi. You better not be giving my ride away.” Ragos said moving closer to the men.
“We ain’t no taxi.” Redhead chimed in
“Yo-yo-you nee-need to go. Right now.” Blonde guy stammered as he pulled a blaster pistol and pointed it as Ragos to make sure his point was good and clear.
Ragos Terrek you karking idiot. No lies there.
“Listen friend, I need a lift. Isn't safe out on the streets at night.” Ragos put his hands up making it clear that he didn’t have anything threatening on him but he kept walking toward blond guy all the same.
“Kriffing shoot him.” Bald guy said. Kark bald guy.
“I-I-I’ll do it!” blondie says. He won’t karking do it. If he was gonna do the chit, it would have been done already. Ragos was close to him now, close enough to smell the stink of spice and cheap liquor all over him. No wonder he is shaking. Why the kriff would they give this backside a gun?
“Do it!” redhead yelled.
Fine.
A right roundhouse kick that moved quicker than a hiccup sent Ragos shin bone colliding into blonde guy’s neck at a violent velocity. He crumpled in a heap, asleep before he hit the ground. The other two hoods dropped their would be victim with a thud, not careful at all where they set her.
“Ow” said a voice he could swear was familiar from under the sack.
They advanced and he met them headlong. Left hook from red. Blocked. Right cross from bald guy. Dodged. Red punches again. Ragos moves and the man hits his own partner in the eye. Bald guy reels back from getting popped by his own friend. Ragos nails him with a push kick to the chest, he trips over the body of his prospective victim and hits his head on the back of the speeder. He doesn’t get up.
Him and red now. Ragos, left jab, right uppercut. No more red.
The driver door to the speeder flys open and before Ragos can even thing he uses The Force to call blondie’s blaster to his hand and opens up two new holes in the drivers chest.
The woman with the bag over her head screams. Again. Ragos walks over and picks her up in his arms. She fights and squirms the whole time until he breaks the zip ties on her hands and pulls the bag from her head.
No kriffing way.
She is twi’lek. The same twi’lek from the club. No wonder her voice sounded familiar.
They locked eyes for a moment and then she jumped into his arms again this time in an embrace,
“Thank you for saving me!” She said
“Ain’t no thing.” He told her trying to be as casual as possible when one was surrounded by broken bodies and corpses.
“Maybe. Maybe you can help me.” She said. “I’ve been to see that detective but you…well look at you!” She made a weird little gesture toward all the karked up guys when she said that last bit.
“Listen…” she began “I’ve hit some hard times.”
Hit music cue
Marcus Carter