Life goes on.

[Jan'Moosh]

(Ignore this, please! This character has been edited and is now a completely new character.)

 

[Khalifa Burjjh]

Kalifah Burjjh was desperate. Ever since abandoning his species on Trandosha, he hadn't found a single piece of work. Despite being a legend in his homeworld, he was now at the bottom of the foodchain when it came to bounty hunters. Another piece of work, an artifact bounty, had just slipped through his fingers, and being emotionally unstable, he was filled with rage. He decided, quite unlike his usual self, to drink it off. He slipped into the baren Kicking Whiphid Cantina, and found a secluded seat. He ordered a strong drink, briefly turned his attention to the holoscreen to find some sport playing(he was never one for watching sports), and then stared into his drink. The tranquility of the liquid seemed to mirror his search for a job-uneventful. He looked over to find a lone patron at the bar. You didn't need to have jedi force skills to tell this customer was not jubilant. In a rather awkward social move, he found a seat at the bar. "Guess neither of us are in a patch of sunshine right now", he croaked out in his reptilian voice.

[member="Ruger Watchwrath"]

 

[Jan'Moosh]

His gaze slowly turned from the floor to the Trandoshan. "I suppose your right..." The creature muttered, taking another sip of his alcoholic beverage. "So, are you drinking to forget?" He asked, releasing a slight sigh. He then quickly gulped down the remaining dark liquid in his mug before slamming it on the counter and sliding it over to the bartender. He nodded as the bartender gripped onto the cold mug and nodded. "You want a beer? I'll get you one. If I'm lucky I'll drink myself to death." The creature then placed his head down on the counter, going silent.

[member="Khalifa Burjjh"]

 

[Khalifa Burjjh]

"Drinking to distract, actually", responded Burjjh. "And thank you but no thank you to the beer, my unemployment requires something slightly stronger, and by slightly I mean devastatingly strong". Noting the creatures remark and noticing the creature going silent, Burjjh says "hey there, let's not be drastic, I mean, I'm hardly the person to give advice, but..". Khalifa turns to the bartender, "give me the strongest thing you've got!", perhaps a little loudly, "are you drinking, my friend?", he inquires of the newfound fellow wallower.

[member="Ruger Watchwrath"]

 

[Jan'Moosh]

"Yeah...I'll have a drink", Ruger said, turning to the bartender. "Gimmie a Remote Terminator", He said coldly. The look of surprise and nervousness on the bartender's face shocked the veteran alcoholic himself. "A-are you sure? W-w-what about another Potwa?" The bartender asked, worry in his voice. "No. I'd like a Remote Terminator," The creature became rather irritated and fast. "Would you like it on a preprogrammed recipe? I-I highly doubt you'd like it mixed randomly. Afterall, t-t-that could be f-fatal." The bartender was either worried about the alien's safety or he was worried about getting sued. "Random", Ruger replied. "A-all right", The bartender mumbled, turning to the cooler and removing several bottles and pouring it into a mug. He'd then remove a straw and mix the drink, obviously still worried. After around a minute of waiting, the mug slid in Ruger's direction. "Cheers!"

[member="Khalifa Burjjh"]

 

[Khalifa Burjjh]

"Wow, this guy is borderline insane", Burjjh thought to himself. "You're pretty brave, I've gotta give it to you," Kalifha croaked. "I'll have a flameout," he told the bartender. "We got some crazy drinkers tonight..." the barternder could be heard mumbling to himself. Burjjh turned to his companion "cheers", and took a sip. He immediately felt a scalding sensation in his tongue, followed by a freezing feeling in his throat. "Mixed well", he commended the bartender. "How's yours?" he inquired.

 

[Jan'Moosh]

He took a giant gulp, quickly setting the mug down and taking a moment or two to cough violently. The burning feeling in his throat, chest, and his stomach was rather unbearable. He hacked for a more seconds before finally coming to a halt. He then calmly nodded, placed his hand back on the mug, and took another sip, repeating the same process. "It's great", Ruger smiled, turning to [member="Khalifa Burjjh"]. "Also, it ain't courage...it's stupidity. My current occupation, it just...just ain't a great thing on the guilt level. Last night, we went over to Tattoine and finally found this Correlian's house. We had a permit...so we went in and took everything that could be used as scrap. Then my fellow salvagers simply say 'Ah, don't worry about it! We had a permit!' Yet, that don't make it right but scavenging is the only thing I know how to do, you know?"

 

[Khalifa Burjjh]

"I understand," remarked Khalifa, "I often find moral decisions with my own profession, but I'm desperate. If someone walked in now and told me they'd pay me to kill a child, or a pregnant woman, I would take it. It's tough when your life and well being depends on killing people. I just try to block it out." Burjjh took a moment to reflect inwardly. "You've got to do what you've got to do. I judge you not for your profession. We lived in a messed up universe." Khalifa looked hesitant..."I did something as a youth I doubt I can ever forgive myself for..."

 

[Jan'Moosh]

"Yeah? Well, I got all of these fething cybernetics when I tried to stop a Jedi from messin' with my salvaging operation. The scumsucker took out two of my workers and then took off three of my arms, destroyed my right eye, and scarred most of my left mandible", He said, anger in his voice. "Then I was forced to pay almost three THOUSAND credits in order to get them fancy cybernetics. Anyway, what did you do?" He asked, sadness in his voice. He then took another sip of his alcoholic beverage, almost hacking his guts out. Because of all the stuff I had to do, I did some bad things, man. Smoked spice at age seventeen...started drinking at age eighteen. Then I destroyed about 4,503 residential buildings."

 

[Khalifa Burjjh]

"I understand your dislike for the jedi, I'm not much of a supporter either. It's not their beliefs I disagree with, but their execution and peace keeping. I'd gladly kill a jedi anyday. As for what I did...it's a long story, perhaps I'll tell you, but first," Burjjh turns to bartender, "get me one of those Remote Terminators!" he shouted somewhat jubilantly. "What was the name of the jedi that caused you all this trouble?" inquired Khalifa.

 

[Jan'Moosh]

"How would I know? He was some...what do you call it? The...I don't even-NO, A ITHORIAN!" He shouted, quickly taking another sip from his mug. "He didn't come up to me, tell me his name and start slashin'. I was the foreman of the operation and I refused to just walk away and he got all offended. I reached for my blaster but he chopped my arm off. Then this Chiss, I'd say he was 'bout sixteen? Anyway, he tried to fight this Jedi and ended up with his head flying off into the karking distance."

[member="Khalifa Burjjh"]

 

[Khalifa Burjjh]

Burjjh took his first ever sip of a Remote Terminator and spiralled into a fit of very severe coughing. "I could get use to this, it takes my mind of my problems," he remarked. "As for that jedi...I know a few Ithorians belonging to the order, I know of a fellow named Roran Corobb, not exactly a friend of mine. Then there's Byph, but he's too young. Yes, I believe it may have been Corobb. I believe the universe would be a better place without him..." Said Khalifa. "These Jedi, they claim to be peacekeepers, but are eager to kill. It sickens me."

 

[Jan'Moosh]

"You see, I ignore these things. I just go for credits. I only care about my worker's safety and that they get to their homeplanet without one of them Jedi stoppin' 'em and sayin' whatever Jedi say. I don't care about the Jedi or if they die, I'd rather everyone getting along but we all know that ain't happening. I'm just attempting to get a drink...like I do every day." The alien turned towards the bartender, finishing off his mug. "What's your birth name, brother?"

 

[Khalifa Burjjh]

"That's a difficult stance to maintain, the whole everyone should get along thing. Especially after what happened to you." Commented Khalifa. "I'm wondering, if your line of work bothers you so much, why don't you leave and find a new job? Ah, easier said than done." Burjjh croaked. "But don't you feel a little resentment toward that Jedi? Maybe he shouldn't die, but don't you think he should pay for what he did to you?"

 

[Jan'Moosh]

"No, I don't think he should receive anything. You see, if I retaliate...what does-Ah, I'm fething joking! I'd give anything to gut that motherfether!" The alien said joyfully, chuckling afterwards. "So, what did you do? M-my f-friend. A-also, I'm r-really g-good at w-what I d-do!" The now obviously drunk alien stuttered, a grin on his face. "ANOTHER R-R-ROUND!" He barked at the bartender, which he quickly obeyed and retrieved a Remote Terminator. He quickly took another large chug, hacking worse and worse every sip. "N-n-nice n-n-night, huh? I-I-I may not b-be a warrior, a-a gunfighter, o-or an adventurer, but I-I-I'm g-good at what I do!" The alien said with a large grin.

 

[Khalifa Burjjh]

"Ah, it is a difficult story to tell. I'm not sure how much you know of Trandoshan culture, but you probably know we really dislike Wookies. We're also very competitive. As a young one, I was bigger and stronger, but had nothing to set me apart. So I decided to prove myself. To everyone. As an adolescent, I set out to the known location of some Wookies researching on Trandosha. They had diplomatic immunity, Republic protection, the whole lot, but none of that mattered to me. I camped just outside of their facility and then made some noises to attract one. The Wookie that came out was younger than I was at the time. I gave him one look in the eyes, drank in the fear, and then mercilessly killed him, making sure not to damage the pelt. I skinned him and prepared his fur as a trophy to wear. Then threw him back in the facility. I left wearing his skin and listening to the screams of the Wookies. I should have been proud, as all my fellow Trandoshans were, after all, I was a legend, but I was not proud. I was scarred for life. I'm only now realizing I will never exactly be stable because of it."

 

[Jan'Moosh]

The alien just stood there staring, obviously too drunk to comprehend. "G-great s-story!" The creature let out a smile, nodded, and took another sip from his mug. "H-hey, w-w-wanna hear a j-joke? W-why do Trandoshans drink? They k-killed a w-w-wookiee and a-are a disgrace to the g-galaxy!" Ruger said joyfully, not fully realizing that he was actually being an ass. "W-w-what do you c-call a Trandoshan t-that is s-sitting in front of me? A-a-a-a d-disgrace!" The alien's attitude was improving considerably but he had consumed way too many alcoholic beverages. "W-what do you call a Trandoshan t-that is a failure...?" Ruger waited, a smile on his face. You see, Ruger wanted to be friends with the Trandoshan but at the time he didn't realize he was most likely offending the creature.

[member="Khalifa Burjjh"]

 

[Khalifa Burjjh]

Khalifa Burjjh has an unstable emotional life. These comments could have gone either way. When a fellow Trandoshan remarked "you beat him almost as bad as Burjjh beat that wookie!", Khalifa killed all eight of them. But for some reason, some very strange, unknown reason, these comments didn't phase Khalifa Burjjh. "Maybe you've had a little too much to drink," he laughed it off. When the creature turned away he gave a silent message to the bartender not to give him any more drinks. "So, tell me how you became a scavenger," he croaked.

 

[Jan'Moosh]

"S-scavenger? I-I-I j-just w-went down to t-t-the cantina...a-a-and t-t-that was I-it!" He said, chuckling loudly. The grin on his face was growing and he was obviously becoming exhausted. "Y-you see, I-I-I met t-this lovely T-Twi'lek named B-B-Bertha. S-she w-was...ANOTHER ROUND!" He turned to the bartender, pointing to a shot glass, then to a whiskey bottle. "M-more!" He stuttered. "I-I don't know. I think you've had-" However, the bartender changed his tone once Ruger dropped ninety credits on the table. Happily, the bartender slid over another drink, slowly taking a step back away from the Trandoshan and whispering "Sorry!"

 

[Khalifa Burjjh]

"Hmm.. I believe we are past the point of reasonable conversation my friend. That being said, you interest me and I don't believe this should be our last meeting. Now I must get going, but before I leave...you wouldn't happen to come across anyone who is in need of a bounty hunter in your profession, or even yourself...?"