I Need A Drink

[Kahlil Noble]

It wasn't often the young Sith took time for himself. He was always off and about, studying and experimenting whenever he wasn't off completing his duty to the Empire and to his father. So these moments where he could just shrug off responsibility were precious. He sat in a far corner of a night club on Bastion, lounging in commoner clothing. It was the VIP section, a perk of being a child of the Emperor.

He wasn't alone of course. His claim as prince had many lining up to get into his good graces, and perhaps in the good graces of [member="Darth Carnifex"] . Unlikely. Kahlil was hardly an heir to any throne, and had little contact with his father. Gaining Kahlil's favor was no different than gaining the favor of some twice removed great grandchild's roommate. Not that it'd stop him from enjoying the company.

"Y'know. If I had known what sort of woman lived in the Empire, I probably would never have been able to focus on my studies." He laughed at his poor joke, glancing between the several examples lounging around him. They forced their laughs. A pity they were only interested in their own reach. It was getting boring testing their resolve with poor jokes and even poorer mannerisms.

[member="Jayce Pryde"]

 

[Jayce Pryde]

There he sat in a shady corner of the cantina..... His face down to the table as he snorted a line of Spice big enough to choke a Hurt right up his hungry nostril. Once he finally sat back up those corrupt yellow orbs stared out around the place from behind specially tinted sunglasses... Being half Miraluka had certain disadvantages, Though it certainly had its upsides.

His gaze quickly came to settle on the one sitting in the VIP section.... Then one making no effort to hide who or what he was. You wouldnt know by looking at him or watching his behaviour but Jayce was a Sith Lord..... And a damn mean one on his good days.... He could nearly taste the darkside taint on the other man.

A harsh whistle from him called a young Twi'lek waitress over to where Jayce sat and would be seen leaning in as the Sith whispered into her ear to let [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] know the jayce wasnt the only assassin in this bar..​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Interesting." Kahlil mumbled a response to the Twi'lek [member="Jayce Pryde"] had sent over, a faint smile on his lips. A threat? Or a warning? The young man wasn't all that sure, but none the less he lifted up his staff, leaning on it somewhat. "I suppose this is where I must take my leave, apologies ladies." He bowed his head to the company before turning to leave. His hazel eyes scanned through the crowd as he half stumbled, somewhat drunk from his earlier revelry.

"Tick tock I suppose."

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

Jayce watched as the other stood and and exited the bar. Just as he figured would happen several shady looking individuals stood and followed after the man.

The young Sith just shook his head as he stood fron his booth and slowly exited the bar, Grabbing a bottle of liquor off the bar as he did.

Outside the bar Jayce could see the last of the group that followed his fellow darksider as he turned around the corner. A smirk crawled across Jayce's lips as he put a deathstick between his lips and lit it before following down the street to follow the group and see what kind of fun could be had.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"It would be wise to turn back now." Kahlil spoke to the group that had followed him out, half stumbling with his staff being the only support he had. The several figures behind him were all armed now, wielding various daggers and assassin pistols. One had their gun already leveled for the back of the young Sith's head. Yet before he could pull the trigger his arm suddenly snapped backwards, bending in the middle of his forearm with a loud crack.

Kahlil frowned as he glanced back at the group. He had been going for pointing the gun at another of the would be assassins. Must be the drink. The others acted then, pulling their weapons around and charging in to take him down. A shimmer suddenly formed around the Sith as he raised his staff, frowning. He was really too drunk for all of this.

[member="Jayce Pryde"]

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

His hand was already tingling from the sparks of purplish blue electricity that danced betwixt his slender digits and his arm was already rising as he rounded the corner. Two of the would be assassins stopped dead in their tracks and began to scream and convulse violently as the force lightning flowing forth fron Jayce's raised left hand struck and quickly enveloped them both.... Seconds later their screams ceased and their smoking corpses hit the ground

His right hand had quickly unclipped his personal lightsaber from his hip and a flick of his thumb ignited the fiery scarlet blade with a PopHisss while corrupted yellow eyes locked onto the remaining assassins as he spoke out..... Y'all know ya done gone and fethed up right boys?

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"They have indeed." With the appearance of [member="Jayce Pryde"] the few remaining thugs turned to the new threat, giving Kahlil more than enough time to deal with them. He brought up his hand, the Force swelling to his will and closing around their throats. He then pulled them close by that grip, letting them struggle aimlessly in the air before him, clutching at the invisible crushing sensation on their throats.

"I want to know who sent you." Neither seemed willing, at first. With a flick of his wrist he turned the head of one of them around, breaking his neck in the process. That seemed to loosen the lips of the other.

"V.. Verantus!" Kahlil nodded at the name, one he didn't recognize. If there was someone he didn't know trying for his life, well. That was the problem being the son of the Emperor. All sorts of enemies without even knowing who they were. His hazel gaze traveled to the man who acted as his savior. "What do you think. Life? Death?"

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

You ever play baseball as a kid? Came a sadistic southern tone as Jayce stepped up into and invisible box and swung his lightsaber a few times. The young Sith then bent his knees and tightened his grip upon his hilt as he held the blade upwards at an angle so as the scarlet blade sizzled close to his right ear.

Now ready to play Jayce nodded to The other Sith as he allowed his tone to slip free once more... Pitch me the fat schuta and see if we cant score us a homerun!

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Can't say I have, but I think I already understand what you mean." There was a slight chuckle from Kahlil as he flicked his wrist he sent the struggling assassin to [member="Jayce Pryde"] , releasing the grip on his throat so he would fly forward much like a baseball. He tilted his head curiously to the remaining bodies, making sure they were all dead with a quick glance. Afterwards, he simply leaned on his staff, watching patiently for whatever the Sith Lord was going to do.

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

His muscles tighten his grip on the hilt of his lightsaber as the assassin is force tossed towards him. Heavily tattooed arms power his swing to the poor schuttas midsection, Slicing clean through guts spine and all as well as instantly cuaterizing the wound.

Less than a split second later the twitching halves of the still screaming assassin hit the dirt a few yards behind Pryde... Who now stood clipping his saber back to his belt while staring at the other Sith..... So what now? Shall we kill each other? Or would you prefer to drink this bottle of liquor I stole? Choice is yours but personally id rather get wasted....

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"I'd prefer to drink. Of course, so long as you're the one who warned me about the Assassins." Kahlil chuckled at what [member="Jayce Pryde"] said before shrugging, leaning once again on his cane. "What's your name? I'm Kahlil." He introduced himself as he began walking back to the Bar. He was certain that the Assassin knew who he was, given he was willing to hand out the warning.

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

I'd be a real bantha brain not to know who you are Zambrano.......You can call me Jayce, Though most reffer... Or should I say choke on their own blood... To me as Darth Syn. Came his response as he popped the top on the bottle of liquor and pulled it up his lips and poured the fiery green liquid down his gullet before holding the bottle out to Kahlil as they strolled down the street.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Darth Syn? I'll be sure to refer to you as that then." Kahlil held a deep respect for those who earned the name of Darth, and he wasn't about to disrespect it. Still, he had no problem drinking alongside [member="Jayce Pryde"] . He took the bottle, taking a long swig before handing it back. "So, what's a Darth doing in a bar? Just enjoying the local offerings?" He snickered for a moment before glancing back to the bar as they walked by.

"Wanna head back in or go somewhere else?"

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

A soft chuckle filled the air as it escaped Jayce. He earned the title long ago and most days he was unsure if it still held the same weight upon him as it used too... I could ask you the same Lord Zambrano....What brings the son of the Emperor to a shady divebar in the armpit of space? But I think we both know the answer to those questions

Noticing they had passed by the bar was of little concern to Jayce. He would drink wherever... Or smoke... Or do whatever means of illicit behaviours he so chose, and hed do them where ever he so chose to do them. Lets head towards my ship..... I heard rumors of some illegal swoop races on the moon that orbits this sarlaac pit of a planet

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"I'm far from a Lord my friend. And a son. Not the son. I've many brothers and sisters and even great uncles ahead of me in the line of the Emperors." Kahlil only offered a shrug to [member="Jayce Pryde"] as he again took a drink, glancing over to the bar again. "Very well. I've yet to see a swoop race legal or otherwise, so I might as well get started in the deep end, no?" He raised the bottle in a cheers, grinning faintly. This would be a wild night.

 

[Jayce Pryde]

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

As they passed by an rather decrepit looking drunkard Jayce's fist quickly shot outward to connect with the side of the drunks head to render the man unconscious. Jayce's other hand had lifted slightly and allowed tendrils of force energy to wrap around the bottle the man had been carrying and quickly jerk it back into the Sith lords waiting hand just as the drunkard crashed to the ground.

Jayce had a bit of a chuckle about the position in which the poor fellow had landed before pulling the bottle up to his lips and taking a deep chug of the sweet fiery liquid inside and lowering it to his side once more just as they turned the corner towards the spaceport hangers. Oh man youre gonna love it... The thrill! And gambling....... My ship is the Black Star... That purple one there... He stated as he pointed over to a purple YT-2400 freighter with some impressive firepower.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil watched in silence at the unnecessary violence, neither participating or stopping [member="Jayce Pryde"] from his fun. That was the respect he'd give the Lord, at least for now. He kept his hands behind his back, his staff resting in one of em, as they made their way to the spaceport. He had no knowledge of ships, but Pryde seemed proud of it. "Gambling has it's own fun, that's for sure. Saabac I take it?"