Moonshine and Jedi...it mixes well.

[Merle Gauge]

His ship pulled into the shadier areas of Correlia. He climbed out, his signature cardboard box in hand. He stepped onto the landing pad. He had contacted someone but he could not seem to remember the name. Anyway, he was showing up any minute now. Merle became nervous, the silence...for some reason just made him nervous. He preferred to deal in crowded streets because he could say it was water...which is also clear, in case you didn't know. You see, in public when you happened to be drinking clear liquids, you could said water and people believed you. However, if you happened to be drinking these liquids in the wrong place, they called it a crime. Now, where the kark was his client?

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Standing upon the other end of the landing pad, Tugoro and three other individuals would make their way across the catwalk, which was suspended from a building. The group of four had been waiting for [member="Merle Gauge"]'s ship to land, for they had set up a meeting with the "Moonshine" brewer. Now, the relationship between Strike Squad and the young Jedi was a strange one, for their interests almost always conflicted. Tugoro was present to put an end to this deal, which he was convinced was illegal, despite not knowing what was going on. The three soldiers, known as Mahrik, Viktor, and Rogvon had been forced to bring the boy along, unable to stop him really. They were definitely law abiding soldiers of the Republic, however that did not stop them from craving some of the most basic pleasures. Like getting wasted off illegal alcohol.

The group was dressed in casual wear, looking like any other commoner within Coronet city. Even so, Tugoro stood out the most, his arms crossed in an unhappy manner, the scowl upon his face all but proving his mood. The small child among the towering military men would take the initial lead, quickly strolling along the catwalk in order to close the distant between the parties. However, the squad would catch up, wanting to have full control over this situation. They were prepared to trick the young Jedi, despite how challenging it sounded. Rogvon, the leader, would call out through the air, waving at Merle with a muscular arm. "Nice to see you, got something for me?" The man would question, before Tugoro voiced his opinion. "Yeah, what is it?!" He would inquire frantically, obviously annoyed.

 

[Merle Gauge]

"What in the hell?" He said aloud, staring at them with eyes wide. "Whoever ordered the damn liquor needs to stay, the rest of y'all need to get outta here! Like way far back!" He nearly shouted. The height of these men did not frighten him but he hoped to use his skill in persuasion to get the owner to stay and the rest of these fethers leaving the vicinity. He did not carry any weapons at the time, as he never liked the idea of killing or injuring someone. He sold alcohol, he was not an assassin. "Which one of you ordered the drinks? You!?" He asked, pointing to the largest soldier. He then pointed to the other soldier, completely ignoring [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]. "You?" He asked the last soldier.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Tugoro's annoyed expression would suddenly turn rather blank, as he listened to [member="Merle Gauge"] say something about drinks. They were buying drinks? Why did they have to be secretive about it? And why were they meeting on this landing pad to get a simple drink? The situation was so confusing, though it seemed his initially angered demeanor had faded with the solved mystery. Rogvon would roll his eyes, before craning his neck to the side, shooting Mahrik and Viktor a glance. "You heard him," the soldier would say, before shrugging his shoulders lightly. "The kid stays, I have no choice." Rogvon concluded, as he turned back to face the Moonshine brewer.

Rogvon would then withdraw a few credits that equaled one thousand, only on two single chits. It was a generous price, considering the soldier only ordered five jars of the strong smelling alcohol. Tugoro stood silently, completely baffled by the fact that he had been ignored. Cocking back an arm, the boy would punch the towering soldier's arm, causing the man to turn and look at the small youth. "It's, uh...A special drink. Made for, uh..." The man began, having walked himself into a corner.

 

[Merle Gauge]

"No, no, no! You seem to be confused, why is the kid staying?" He asked. "I ONLY WANT THE BUYER!" He shouted angrily. He walked over to the kid, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Listen to me, alright? Get outta here, go back to your parents or somethin'." He then turned back to Rogvon, staring at him, anger on his face.

"You bring a kid with you? Seriously? Are...are you serious?" He asked, turning back to his ship. "Do you want me to just...just leave? I want all of y'all to leave, except for the buyer. That includes the child!" He sighed, staring at these people. What was wrong with these people? Or at least the soldiers. He asked them to leave and instead, they nearly blow the entire operation. He released an irritated groan, stalking over to Rogvon. "You tellin' me the kid doesn't know what you be up to?" He whispered curiously.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Rogvon would remain rather stoic, as he endured [member="Merle Gauge"]'s angry shouting. However, his composed expression would turn into one of...Mild fear? Upon hearing the Moonshine brewer mention the word "parents" to Tugoro, the soldier would quickly take a step back, his eyes glued to the young Jedi. Having spent a considerable amount of time with the Padawan in the line of duty, Rogvon knew exactly how to the calm and anger the youth.

Tugoro's head would tilt forward slightly, allowing his hair to cast somewhat of a shadow upon his disgruntled visage. The boy's tense, flexed arm would shoot forward at a surprising pace, his fingers hoping to wrap around the brewer's collar tightly. If such had been successful, the Jedi would pull him closer violently, not allowing him to whisper to the stunned Rogvon. Tugoro's strength would be alarmed for his size, thanks to the force that flowed through his veins, along with the training he had endured on Kashyyyk as a child. "Give me the drink." The boy would spit out quickly, speaking in his blank tone. Even if Tugoro's voice showed little emotion, it was obvious that he was dead serious.

 

[Merle Gauge]

As he went to whisper, he felt a hand clamp on his collar. As he was pulled closer, his straw hat flew off, falling to the ground. The impressive display of strength from the boy was enough to put a mask of fear on Merle's face. "W-w-what? I-I-I..." He stared at the boy's eyes, shaking in his boots. "Boy, I-I-I don't think you want that...it ain't too good for people like you..." He said, his voice filled with nervousness. He then looked over to Rogvon, staring at him, as if asking for assistance. He then looked back to the boy. "B-b-boy, maybe y-y-you should..." He then froze up, not saying anything and just stared at the boy, his same mask of fear possessing his face.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Rogvon would quickly leap forward, upon noticing that the boy's response hadn't been too violent. Placing his hands upon the youth's shoulder, the soldier would pull Tugoro away from [member="Merle Gauge"], breaking the grasp that had been created. Rogvon's arms would seal tightly around the Jedi as he really began to struggle, kicking his feet wildly as he was lifted off the ground. Holding the boy down against his chest, Rogvon would keep up his unrelenting grip, refusing to give into Tugoro's thrashing. "Give it!" The boy continued to yell, looking at the brewer while he struggled. From a distance, Viktor and Mahrik would laugh wildly, not exactly sure as to what had happened.

"Do you want your money or not? Get it now!" The soldier would advise, unsure as to how long he could hold Tugoro.

 

[Merle Gauge]

"THAT BOY NEEDS SOME DISCIPLINE!" He barked, heading over to the credits. He picked up the credits, heading over to his ship. He then turned back to the boy. "Y'all better tell the boy's parents 'bout his behavior! He shouldn't be drinkin' that shine!" He said, directed towards the soldier who was restraining the boy. He crouched down next to his box of moonshine, giving the boy a perfect opportunity to strike. "I SAID TAKE 'EM BACK TO HIS PARENTS!" He continued to shout, mostly at the boy. He then popped open the box, still in a vulnerable position.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

And strike, Tugoro would. With his mind, the force energy around the large box would begin to bend to his will, creating a single thin tendril that would wrap around a bottle of moonshine. It would lift from the others, and shoot through the air before opening, and entering the young boy's mouth. Occasionally in his past, Tugoro would be tricked into drinking powerful alcohols by the Wookiees, for they enjoyed the human's wild reactions. Though, nothing would prepare him for the moonshine that had begun to pour down his throat at a rapid rate, even while he struggled in Rogvon's grasp. The soldier was at a loss for words at this point, completely amazed and surprised at the fact that the boy had randomly downed the drink.

Yeah, that would show [member="Merle Gauge"] not to tell him what he should and shouldn't do, Tugoro thought to himself, before sputtering violently due to the burning sensation in his throat. The grip around his torso would loosen, as Rogvon dropped Tugoro. Rogvon would continue to act, lurching forward in an attempt to take his box of moonshine. If so was done, the soldier would leave quickly, not wanting to be around for what was coming. Mahrik and Viktor had grown silent, having figured something was wrong. The young Jedi would land on his feet, the bottle falling from his mouth and shattering on the landing pad's catwalk. The youth simply stood still, as if he were zoned out, looking down at his hands in awe. He felt warm, and care free. It was great, especially at an altitude like this. Turning to look over the edge, Tugoro would lean forward, his eyes gazing all the way down towards the planet's surface.

 

[Merle Gauge]

"YA' BASTARD!" He shouted, tossing his credits into his ship. He quickly sprinted over to Tugoro, attempting to send his right fist shooting into his back, using his own strength which he received while in the military. His hit was aimed towards the lower part of the boy's back, because Merle had planned to knock the kid to the ground. It was at least what he deserved for destroying a jar. That jar was completely reusable, all it needed was a little washing, but he assumed [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] cared little. With all of his strength, he went in for the attack, shouting angrily.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Standing at the edge of the landing pad's catwalk, Tugoro would continue to gaze off into the distance below, examining all of the speeders and ships that flew back and forth through the air lanes. The scream of [member="Merle Gauge"] would seem distant and garbled, for the liquid Tugoro had drank was really messing with his head. Along with that, it burned his throat, and made him feel tingly. The young teen would simply tip over as the man's attack slammed into his back, causing his torso to fall against the railing. With the momentum that had been built, the Padawan's legs would rise into the air, allowing his body to finally tip and fall off the edge. Rognor would come to a sudden halt, as Viktor screamed something out before lifting and pointing towards the shine dealer. Mahrik would remain still and silent, though still thoroughly shocked as the others were.

Handing off the box to Mahrik, Rognor would quickly pivot on his heel, charging quickly along the landing pad's walk way, towards Merle. The soldier's muscular arms would lift forward, as his large figure hoped to barrel into and slam the brewer onto the ground. Tugoro, meanwhile, would continue to fall at extremely dangerous speeds, his body miraculously avoiding the air lanes that several crafts flew along. His clothes and hair would flap wildly in the wind, as it prevented him from hearing the startled screams and blaring horns of pilots. The surface was far off, for the drop was an impressive one.

 

[Merle Gauge]

His eyes shot open as the boy fell. "Ah hell!" He yelped, before his gaze shot to his left. Unable to react in time, he hit the metallic catwalk with a thud, groaning in pain. He truly regretted his decision, unable to get the image out of his head of the boy tumbling over and off the catwalk. Rain began to pour down, and Merle glanced up at Rognor. "Help the damn boy...Do something!" He barked in a panicked tone.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]