If You Think I'm Mean....You Should See The Other 2

[Via Dolorosa]

For the past two weeks the Sith Lady had viewed holofootage, read dossiers, and conducted personal interviews of various candidates to fill two positions she sorely craved, personal bodyguards she called them. Others would perceive them as henchmen. Whatever title they went by, they would serve her well. She had made it clear at the onset that she was looking for two people with a unique and nasty disposition toward anything and everyone, minus her of course. Unfortunately, every candidate failed to meet her expectations.​

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She slammed her first on the desktop in anger. She took a deep breath and stood up. She needed to get out of this building here on Coruscant and rethink her strategy. As she walked through the streets, the day giving over to night, she pondered to herself where she went wrong. Then she realized it wasn't in her ideas that had failed her but the scum that had answered the call. ​

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Most of those that she dealt with were seeking revenge for one thing or another, some were overconfident in their own skills, and still others couldn't follow basic orders when she tested them in a simulation field. They were all hopeless! For a brief moment she thought about just shipping them off to work in the labour camps to spare the galaxy of their incompetence.​

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As she walked, she closed her eyes and allowed the Force to guide her. Trust in the Force, she told herself. If there was someone out there capable of handling the heavy load of what she was asking of them, then the Force would show here. If worse came to worse, she could always snatch up a prisoner from the Coruscant prison and educate him or her. But then again, she didn't want a mindless sod at her side.​

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[member="Troy Ce"] ... [member="Khan"]​

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[Khan]

Khan's fist wrapped in his durasteel armour left the soft origins of the Trandoshan hitmans belly. The reptilian thwirled but regained balance quickly. He roared as he launched a second attack, claws extracted, toward his target a blond human suit behind Khan.
With great speed he jumped forth slashing wildly toward his foe. Khan moved backward, shielding his objective effectiv and as such took several blows, scratches and dens appearing across his chestplate but never the less he stood firm. Finally the momentum shifted and the trandoshan, fatigued, needed to pause for just a second.

With exactness the blaster fire hit the crude Trandoshan between the eyes. A thin smoke rose from his head even before he hit the cold ground. Khans gun had appeared from nowhere.

"Sir, are you alright." Khans metalic voice hissed from underneath his visor. The suit gasped and nodded.

"I ... I would have been killed if you... If you had not... " his statement was interrupted as the sections local security swooped in sirens sounding to the site. "

Realising he soon would have lost the moment Khan pressed.
"Sir, this was a proffessional hit. You need protection, and I can provide it." he gestured toward the scen at hand.

The blond man just shook his head with a tired look. "No money... Bankrupt..." he explained.
Khan cursed underneath his breath and turned around to face the police approaching. Their cameras should have gotten most of the picture here. He had done nothing illegal. He had noticed the hidden vibrodagger under neath the trandoshans cloak as he passed and also mapping that the lizzard was tailing a rich looking human. So Khan had started to stalk the stalker, his instincts had proven right. Just in time he intervened and stopp the murder. It was obvious to most that it was a display of skills. This guy had simply hoped for a job and figured this would be the best way to show off hus skills to a potential client, but he had chosen the wrong guy to prove himself to.

Feeling cold, yet remaining focused and calm Khan left his statesments and was released. He moved on toward the small crowd who had gathered to wittness the scene. Khan did not like the attention, but he could not pass on the opportunity to gain a potential client. He was in desperate need of an income and if things did not turn around soon he would be forced even more desperate methods.

[member="Darth Venefica"]
[member="Troy Ce"]

 

[Lily Hex-Volsh]

The sand was warm as he laid on the ground of the arena, cries for a victor roared into his ear from the crowd. The smell of blood was so strong he could taste it, his body was warm and ached with pain. And just for a moment he forgot where he was, all he could see was darkness, until the slave opened his eyes.Tonight the night, with a roar he picked his blade and his body followed. He rolled away from his foe while his foe smashed the ground with a great hammer. In response he threw the blade and into the man's chest and from the impalement his foe fell to his knees. Troy walked up to his foe and grabbed his enemies hair and raised his other fist, a narrow win but a win was a win. He roared to the crowd, his way of asking whether or not to end the man's life. With loud boo's, his foe's life was sealed, Troy looked down with angered eye as he yelled once more.

Troy continuously beat the man's face with his bare fist until there was no face left to be beaten. After his win, Troy was escorted out by the guards and to his current master's quarters; without guards noticing he snuck a broken but sharp blade. As he entered the chamber, his master snorted and laughed, the man was fat from his greed and the way he ate was disgusting. Troy hated the man, if he was going to be a slave at least he deserve to be a slave to someone of wort, not some low time slaver. The master called him over and had the guards force him to his knees. Feign obedience he did what he was asked and looked to the ground showing his submission to the man. The master laugh and asked the guards to strip Troy aiming for something for his gains tonight.

Troy responded hostilely, he tripped up one of the guards and stabbed the other in the leg followed by snapped the man's neck and the Troy did the same to the other guard what he did to the fighter in the ring. His attention turned to his former master as he walked slowly over to him. The master begged for his life and offered freedom, but Troy gave the man no quarter, move to choke the man while forcibly feeding him until death. "I hope you enjoyed your meal." He said calm spitting in the man's face. Knowing that more guards will come, he ran out the window and faded into the crowd, stealing clothes and just moved not knowing where he would go next.

[member="Darth Venefica"]
[member="Khan"]