If I were a rich man, Daidle deedle daidle

[Loto Afu]

[member="Nealon Zalman"] was a man of means, a man of taste, and a man of excess. His love of wine and women was well known. That is most likely why he didn't notice how much extra attention the two Zeltron women had paid him this night. How while he was distracted they have slipped sedatives into his drink. How after he passed out a rather large man of the gate had carried him off.


As he lay asleep his world was changing, everything he knew had end. This was the death of the play boy aristocrat. Nealon was soon going to learn the true nature of the galaxy, and for better or worse he was going to evolve, or die.

When Nealon awakes he will find himself tied to a chair on the bridge of a AT-120 Freighter. At the helm he will see a rather large tattoo man. Looking pleased as can be as they blast off from Nar Shaddaa.

 

[Nealon Zalman]

Nealon was greeted by the all to familiar headache that came along with the lifestyle he had picked for himself, the bad aftertaste of booze and cigarettes still fairly present in his mouth. Through his half opened eyes he could make out that his nightly excess had once more brought him somewhere else than home. Not that surprising, there was at least a 30% chance for him waking up in a place he couldn't remember once the first drink was down. He was about to close his eyes again, with the intent of sleeping of the rest of his hangover, when his body noticed the shaking and moving of the room around him.

"What the? Not again."

The young man opened his eyes fully, watching as his home became smaller and smaller below him. It wasn't the first time that his drunken idiot self had decided to take a spontaneous of world trip for whatever idiotic reason that seemed utterly genius after enough drinks. Without even realizing that he was not just sitting there but was in fact tied to his chair, his gaze found the tattooed man that was close by him.

"So listen mate, whatever I promised you yesterday I will pay you double if get me back down."

He tried to move his hand to his pocket, ready to throw a handful of high value credit chips at the man, like had done many times before in a situation like this. Only then his mind began to work out that he was in fact unable to move his arm, or really move his body for that matter. There had been a mix of annoyance and disinterested in his face before, but now it was replaced by a hint of fear as the young man did his best to not allow himself to fall into open panic.

[member="Loto Afu"]

 

[Loto Afu]

"Ha ho, little man awake. But seriously just relax brotha we got a long trip ahead. You know your lucky man, bounty on your head and all you should be dead. Who did you piss off anyway brotha, gots deep pockets whoever it is. See chief he always tells me there is good in people. I tell him much easier to put an ax in their head but he insists. Then I see your bounty, good coin brotha, easy kill but something strange happens. See last night I was dreaming of the kill, seeing your brown doo split by down the middle by my hatchet. But then something strange happens I see you not die but burst into flames, as your ashes fall to the ground the whole world around begins to shake. From the ashes rises a beautiful phoenix. See it was a vision, you are special and the spirits are guiding me to help you get reborn. So today after that dream I say screw the bounty. Time to take him to the chief, he will know what to do."

"Still think you need to get your head examined Loto, but I guess any man who would get the remains of his Sith Spawn wife tattooed into his skin is not all their to begin with." Felicity says.

"Oh Sista has da jokes now, I see, you just lucky you chief's girl Felicity" Loto joked.

"I'm not his girl "brotha" it is a working relationship."

"Working girl you mean, ha ha!"

From the back and forth one can see the two are on friendly terms. Still no real answer on who they are or where they are taking [member="Nealon Zalman"]. As the ship flys on Nealon would be able to see Loto keying in coordinates into the nav computer. Still unless he was a pilot he would have little clue where the numbers would take him.

 

[Nealon Zalman]

"I think I need a drink."

Confusion would've been an understatement. There had been bounties on his head before, but not because he was such a terrible human being. Sure he was selfish and some people might had hurt feelings about his behavior, but normally the price on his head only existed as an excuse to force him to pay people of. Some smart criminals on Nar Shaddaa had picked up on the fact that he was a terrible fighter and rich, and so he had been scammed out of his money countless times, but not once had anyone really consider claiming the bounty.

"Or maybe not. I think I ..."

With a rather disgusting sound last night's party decided to take a trip from his mouth to the freighters floor, followed by a smell that was better left out of any description. Yet he still wished he had a drink right now, this was the kind of situation that certainly didn't became better by getting sober. It was surreal, he hadn't really comprehended what exactly was going on, and judging by being tied he had not much choice here anyway. So why worry, this whole matter was out of his hands. He had to trust fate to get him out of this, like it had done so many times before.

"Like I don't try to make this inconvenient for anyone, but a drink would be a fantastic way to feel less screwed about being captured and tied up by crazy people. So please tell me you got something to drink on this ship."

[member="Loto Afu"]

 

[Loto Afu]

"Ewwww, gross!" Felicity yelled as [member="Nealon Zalman"] spilled the contents of his stomach on to the deck.

"Seriously Brotha, you gonna do me like that? I just got this ship and now your ralphin in it?" Loto shouted.

Anyone could see the large pathfinder was pissed. He rose from the pilot seat slowly and walked to Nealon with purpose. Glaring at him with fire in his eyes his hands slowly lowered till his right hand was on his ax. Taking it from its' hook he gripped it tightly in his hand and slowing raised it over his head. Many looking on at this time would have assumed the life of Mr Zalman as about to end and in most cases they would have been correct. As the ax head came down it cut into the arm of the chair and sliced through the rope trapping Nealon's left arm. Another quick swing and the Nealon's right arm was free.

Loto stood glaring at the boy again for minutes in stone faced silence. Finally he raise the ax handle to a near my storage closet. As he did Felecity walked over her heels clicking against the metal deck...

"If I were you little man, I would clean that up." She whispered gently into the kid's ear.

 

[Nealon Zalman]

Nealons eyes widened when the man with the ax stood in front of him, and he could feel something inside of him growing. He almost managed to mumble "not now" but before he was even able to open his mouth a vision decided to occupy his eyes. His prophetic gift was far less of a gift than people expected, because it had a tendency to turn rather graphic in situations like this. While his ties were cut, the young man drifted of into a scenario that was much alike reality, only that instead of freeing him, the ax decided to plunge into his heart, leaving him to bleed out on the chair. That these kind of visions were far less cryptic and surreal than the rest of them was another talent he rather would pass up on if he could.

When his mind returned to reality, the face of the man hsd turned roughly 3 shades paler than before, and sweat was running down his face. It took him a really long second to realize that he was in fact not only still alive, but freed from the chair. A few hasty breathes later he stood on his feet again, his knees weak and still pretty numb from the mix of leftover booze in his system and watching his own demise.

Yet as soon as he reached the storage cabinet and reached for tools to clean up the mess he made, his playboy self had already decided to return, pushing the painful vision into the back of his mind as far as he could, suppressing any emotions that came with it. With a rag in his hand he began to clean the ground, while muttering under his breath, hopefully quietly enough so no one could hear him.

"Who abducts a drunk, ties him to a chair and then don't expect this to happen? Motherkarking crazy people, that's who."

[member="Loto Afu"]

 

[Loto Afu]

"You right little man, we are crazy. But it is the crazy people who can see the path. You know what your issue is, you scarred of the sight. Yeah I felt that, that whatever it was ya saw. Its' what I been telling ya, phoenix, you gotta let go and be reborn brotha."

Loto went back to the controls and engaged the hyperdrive. As the stars began to streak by like lines of light the small corvette leap into hyperspace. Felicity left the two boys to talk some more as she want to the back.

"So tell me brotha, what did you see?"

[member="Nealon Zalman"]

 

[Nealon Zalman]

Now his confusion reached its peak. Being abducted by crazy people was one thing, but the crazy people somehow knowing about his visions was another. His gift was what made him rich, but he never had any clue why he had it or what it was.

"Oh nothing special, just a nice little vision of you slaughtering me with your ax. Absolutely nothing to be scarred of."

His tone was drenched in sarcasm. He had more visions than those of his own death, and these didn't left him confused and fearful. But watching as someone killed you with your own eyes was an experience that he wouldn't wish upon his enemies. Or well, maybe it would show the large tattooed madman that the sight wasn't as great as he made it out to be.

"I answered your question, so could you please tell me what is going on now? But without the words "phoenix", "rebirth" and "brotha" if possible."

[member="Loto Afu"]

 

[Loto Afu]

"Still with the jokes, good you gonna need that sense of humor br..., oh see I almost said it. You a destined for something more than the life of drinks and woman, the spirits have a plan for ya. You are fighting it, I know because I was the same way. See I get visions too, great big ones, epic galactic changing ones. Secret is once you get them what do you do with them. Now livin for yourself is fun and all but it will leave ya empty, hollow and you need more stuff to fill it. Ends up being a never ending abyss that will take you away from your true calling."

He moved closer to [member="Nealon Zalman"] before speaking again.

"Chief is gonna help you. Teach you the propa way to live. In a few hours we will be at the Foundation."

 

[Nealon Zalman]

"And who is destiny, or rather you to decide that? In case that wasn't clear when you picked me up, I was fairly happy in the life of drinks and women."

True calling, destiny as well as a void to fill his empty live?What kind of people was he faced with here, some kind of sect? Judging by how borderline crazy [member="Loto Afu"] talked and acted it was certainly a possibility. He didn't wanted to do something in the name of some higher calling, in fact he didn't wanted to do anything besides getting drunk, wasting money and spend his time quick enough to ignore the visions he had. And until now that had been a way of life that had been pretty good to him, so throwing it away wasn't something he was very keen on doing.

"If I pay you out, I can go home right? Wait a second."

His hand wandered into his jacket, searching for his purse. Then it wandered to his trousers, still searching for his purse. His hands moved to any pocket his clothes had, and yet in the end he still stoof there empty handed. No credits, no ID, nothing. His old life taken away from him.

"Please tell me you stole my purse."

 

[Loto Afu]

"Not just stole it, we liberated it Brotha. Dat money is now in the hands of some fine people. See we got some really wicked slicers in our group, and after what you told Felicity and Ra why it didn't take me long to call in a favor. See I did a solid for a great hacker on Nar shadda a few years back, saved his little girl from some bad slaver gangs if ya know what I mean. I say to him, Brotha I need you to make this man's money righteous, send it to orphanages, hospitals, and the usually places. Make this stuff mean something. After that I had him make you a ghost. Birth records, ID, hell library cards all erased from existence.See man your in the wind now, no past, only the future. Only you and what you need to become."

Loto let that sink in a minute before he spoke again.

"Look we got like twelve hours till we get to the foundation. Go back to the crew area, find a nice place to nap and sleep off that hangover. I'll have Felicity come get you when we enter the Zonju sector."

[member="Nealon Zalman"]

 

[Nealon Zalman]

The young man's face turned even paler as it already was due to nature and his hangover when [member="Loto Afu"] told him what exactly happened to his money. And his identity. And his live in general. There was a long pause between the words of the tattooed pathfinder and Nealons answer. For once he was truly lost for words.

"You want me to become "righteous", but you're nothing than thieves yourself. You didn't liberated my money, you ju... Hold that thought."

And for the second time his stomach decided to repaint the ships floor, as his mind grasped the full effect of what his kidnappers had done to him. Everything he had was gone forever, and no matter what he did could change that.

"I'll clean that up once I get my money back, thanks for asking. Until then I'll sleep and hope that I don't wake up."

Shaking his head he walked away to the quarters, this time not fearing the man's ax. He had nothing to live for left anyway.

 

[Loto Afu]

Loto had to laugh at the young rich boy. He had no idea what had hit him and as Loto felt his actions blessed by the spirits he had no qualms with any of his actions. In his mind the means always justified the end when fulling a vision quest. The fact he felt the boy have a vision of his own only solidified his beliefs that he was right.

On route he had found out the chief had traveled to Elysian for some type of talent show slash fund raser. This would be the perfect thing to start [member="Nealon Zalman"] on his path to redemption. So he diverted course and headed to the Elysian system, entered him the the contest and would drop him off to find his way.

Yes this was the perfect place for him to begin.

OCC: Loto has dropped Nealon off in Elysian still asleep, enter the thread below however his likes, talent show or more casual part of the thread. The choice is yours.

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/105803-show-us-your-guns-boys-orc-dominion-of-elysian/page-2#entry1524788