Christian Slade
In Darkness I Thrive
The best nights were the least complicated on Zeltros, though Christian Slade had found those hard to come by lately. He'd lost himself somewhere along a drunken outburst and had only just woke up weeks, even months later not recollecting anything more than his anger. Anger so confused and misplaced that he'd only just gathered his thoughts that very day as he stepped into a casino that he himself did not own.
Still he was scruffy and unkempt, but the last few days he'd at least been right minded enough not to drink so that as much as there was would come back to him. He remembered getting into a turf dispute in the Undercity of Coruscant, and at it was there that all control had been lost. He'd pulled back his Black Alchemists and had them all watching corners, bars and clubs on his side of the city so that no intrusion could be made, but that's exactly what happened.
Drunk on rage and alcohol, Christian waded down into the filthy streets, and everything after that had simply been a blur.
Answers were to be had, and the first place he was going to start was with a known competitor right there on Zeltros, his own planet, that he had been under the impression he'd had more control of. That is, before very gang members he saw frequenting the casino he was in were spotted disputing turf on Coruscant with his crew.
The confidence had always been there for Christian, and it wasn't wasted that night as he pushed through the doors to the casino and walked right past the check in booth. He passed through the first floor and found himself in a restricted area guarded by men and droids alike, though he'd have preferred to proceed without having to deal with them.
"I need to speak to the owner. NOW!", he barked at them, some of them men becoming immediately intimidated by his sheer anger and size, though others almost jumped at the chance to get a little stress relief.
Still he was scruffy and unkempt, but the last few days he'd at least been right minded enough not to drink so that as much as there was would come back to him. He remembered getting into a turf dispute in the Undercity of Coruscant, and at it was there that all control had been lost. He'd pulled back his Black Alchemists and had them all watching corners, bars and clubs on his side of the city so that no intrusion could be made, but that's exactly what happened.
Drunk on rage and alcohol, Christian waded down into the filthy streets, and everything after that had simply been a blur.
Answers were to be had, and the first place he was going to start was with a known competitor right there on Zeltros, his own planet, that he had been under the impression he'd had more control of. That is, before very gang members he saw frequenting the casino he was in were spotted disputing turf on Coruscant with his crew.
The confidence had always been there for Christian, and it wasn't wasted that night as he pushed through the doors to the casino and walked right past the check in booth. He passed through the first floor and found himself in a restricted area guarded by men and droids alike, though he'd have preferred to proceed without having to deal with them.
"I need to speak to the owner. NOW!", he barked at them, some of them men becoming immediately intimidated by his sheer anger and size, though others almost jumped at the chance to get a little stress relief.
