Revenge Is Never a Straight Line

[Broorn Sabor]

This was it.

Broorn Sabor's knuckles went white with desire. An unfiltered cigarette was clenched in between his fingers. He slowly raised the cigarette to his lips, puffing on the cigarette. Emptying a bit of ash into a nearby ash tray, he quickly exhaled a thick billow of smoke. He stared forward, sweat dripping down his forehead.

A cold, brown bottle of beer was in his left hand as he quickly took a swig from the bottle, chuckling loudly. He had contacted [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]. It had been so karking long. He needed to see him. Apologize. This was his redemption. Slowly, he brought the cigarette back up to his lips.

He was waiting. A heavy DL-44 blaster pistol lay in his lap and his custom made tracking area on the table next to him.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

[member="Broorn Sabor"]... The Chiss man was usually up to no good. Tugoro didn't expect today to be any different, but the young Jedi decided to visit his 'friend' either way. It had been two years since their last encounter, and Tugoro was not sure what he was expecting out of this journey. After departing from the Enclave, he made his way along the buildings of Nar Shaddaa, eventually dropping onto the apartment balcony that was owned by the Chiss.There was something strange about the air, other than the rampant pollution that flowed through the city-planet.

There was a disturbance in the force, but it didn't seem like anything dangerous. Pulling the door open to the Chiss' apartment, Tugoro would raise an eyebrow in surprise as he spotted the DL-44 upon Broorn's lap. Though, there didn't seem to be any hostility about him. A bit taller now, the young man would step into the room, folding his arms across his chest. "What's this about, Broorn?" He questioned curiously.

 

[Broorn Sabor]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

Broorn slowly glanced up at Tugoro, grinning. "Hey, Tugoro!? What's up!?", He said enthusiastically, quickly scooping up the DL-44 and tossing it onto the nearby table with a thud. "What's this 'bout? Nothin' much. Just about to get murdered by a bunch of Huttese boot-lickin' scumbags. So, ya' know how that goes!", The Chiss said, bursting into laughter.

The Chiss slowly pulled himself out of his chair, grabbing his back in agony. "Damn.", He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Say...You want a beer or somethin'? I assume yer' of age to drink? It's been a couple a' years.", the Chiss said. Slowly, he raised the bottle in his hand, gesturing towards the label. 'Nar Shadda Blueberry Brew'. "This flavored garbage is terrible.", The Chiss began. "But it's cheap, ain't it?", Broorn burst into laughter, quickly taking a swig from the bottle.

"This flavored trash is terrible. Hey, but it's cheap, ain't it?", the Chiss repeated, chuckling loudly as he took a seat once again, taking a swig from the brown bottle.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Tugoro's brow would remain raised as he listened to [member="Broorn Sabor"], watching him get up, before sitting down again. He also seemed to repeat the same thing he had said before. Clearly, he was off his rocker. If someone was coming to kill him, this was not the state he wanted to be in. With swift and forceful movement, the Jedi's arm would shoot forth and attempt to snatch the bottle clean from the Chiss' hand. If this was successful, the boy proceeded to down it in mere moments, having been accustomed to some of the strongest Wookiee beverages at a younger age. Of course, not the ones that could burn right through your stomach.

After finishing, the young man would toss the glass bottle over his shoulder, listening to it shatter before he reached forward again to grab Broorn by the shoulder. Lifting his opposite wrist, the Jedi would speak briefly into his communicator, issuing a command of sorts as he aimed to lead his 'friend' onto the balcony. "Stay sharp. Shake off the buzz." He spoke firmly, letting go of the man as he reaching into his jacket. He withdrew an S-6A, and handed it to the Chiss. One pistol wouldn't be enough. "A transport is on the way. Going to tell me what's going on?" The Jedi inquired further.

 

[Broorn Sabor]

The Chiss watched in disbelief as Tugoro pried the bottle from his cold, almost-dead, blue hands. "Thanks, dumbass! I had another bottle, ya' know?", The Chiss followed Tugoro onto the balcony, watching in disbelief as he listened to Tugoro speak. "I owe money to a Hutt, aight? A LOT of money. So much money, it'd make an average person resort to lickin' boots on the street for credits, ya' know? Anyway, you see...When you don't pay debts in time, bad things happen. So...Yeah. A buncha' Hutts are comin' to kill me now."

"Kid, look.", He cleared his throat. "They're coming NOW! As in, they could bust through those damn doors RIGHT karking now and pop us b-", Suddenly, a loud knock was heard on the door and the Chiss quickly snatched the handgun from Tugoro's hands, slowly gesturing it towards the door. "GO TO HELL, SCUMBAG!", The Chiss barked, firing several shots through the decaying, wooden door.

A brief shout was heard before the person behind the door collapsed to the ground. The Chiss ignored any protests from Tugoro, quickly sprinting over to the door. Gripping onto the doorknob, he pulled the door open, his eyes going wide at the sight.

"Aw hell! It's my landlord, man!"

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

An audible groan would escape Tugoro's lips, as usual. What didn't stress him out nowadays? Lifting a hand and aiming it towards Broorn, the youth would utilize his telekinesis, wrapping a field of force energy around the Chiss' weapons before pulling them towards him. His opposite arm would lift, saber in hand as it activated, slashing through the air and destroying the firearms. It had been foolish to give him that weapon, hopefully the blast wounds wouldn't be traced back to it.

"Keep it together. You really will die if you don't stick close to me." the Jedi spoke, sure of his words. Tugoro wasn't able to trust the Chiss with anything uncivilized and as random as blaster. A small beep could be heard as Tugoro received a transmission, raising his wrist to his ear as he listened to what had to be said. The young man's lips pursed into a frown, as he turned slowly to face Broorn. "You got a ship?" He asked nervously.

 

[Broorn Sabor]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

Broorn's eyes went wide as the weapon was destroyed. Quickly, the Chiss leaped back, directing his attention to Tugoro. "THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?", The Chiss shouted.

"I really will die? Look, I'm REALLY dying anyway, kid.", He shook his head, quickly heading into the kitchen. He quickly plucked a pack of cigarettes off of the kitchen counter, quickly plucking an unfiltered King size cigarette from the pack. Placing the cigarette in his mouth, he struck a match, igniting the tobacco. "Sarlacc Unfiltered Studs. Don't leave home without it!"

"Ship? Nah. I ain't gotta ship. They impounded it awhile ago."

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Deactivating his saber, Tugoro would slip the metallic hilt back into the inside of his jacket. The young man didn't even bother to confiscate [member="Broorn Sabor"]'s cigarettes, it seemed like he was quite the addict. Sighing quietly, Tugoro would place his hands upon the balcony railing, flipping himself over it before descending along the ladder. It extended all the way to the ground, and it seemed like the coast was clear for the Chiss so far. With a sharp eye, the Knight would watch his surroundings, also utilizing his other senses to be cautious.

He was not intent on letting Broorn die, and would do his best to fight off any murderers. "Well, we have to get to the impound. Steal back your ship." Tugoro replied, wondering what it was that the Chiss flew. His race were known for their military lifestyle, and usually had quite impress equipment to support it. "What kind of ship do you have?" The young man finally concluded, before breaking into a brisk walk down the alleyway.

 

[Broorn Sabor]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

Quickly, the Chiss took after Tugoro, quickly following him down the ladder. Finally reaching the bottom, the former spice addict splashed through a large puddle of water. Suddenly, Broorn came to a stop, quickly grabbing Tugoro on the shoulder and tugging on it in an attempt to stop the young Jedi. With an unfiltered cigarette dangling from his lips, a grin appeared on the Chiss's face.

"Look, alright? When some wild-eyed, 8 foot tall maniac taps your favorite head against the cantina wall and asks you if you've paid your dues, you tell 'em what ol' Broorn Sabor says in a situation like that. 'Broorn, you paid your dues?', 'Yes sir, the check is in the mail.", the Chiss broke into laughter. "Now les' kick some Huttese ass, alright? Because they may have blasters, but I never engage in a confrontation against more men than I can see. Besides that, it's all in the reflexes."

The Chiss plucked the cigarette from his mouth, exhaling a thick, grey billow of smoke. The Chiss dodged the Jedi's question in regards to his ship. "You'll find out when we get there, kid."

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Feeling the weight of [member="Broorn Sabor"]'s hand upon his shoulder, the young Jedi would stop in his tracks, turning to face the Chiss. He hoped that whatever he had to say was something of importance, for they needed to keep on the move. Everything just felt off, as if they were walking right into a trap. All he knew was that they had to get away from any of the Chiss' known locations. Shaking his head at the older criminal, Tugoro spoke briefly before turning, "You shouldn't hope for trouble in little Coruscant,"

Moving down along the alleyway, Tugoro would suddenly stop, turning to gaze towards the apartment building they had just left in the distance. A sudden flash of light would ignite within the air, following an overwhelming blast that echoed throughout the streets. Fire erupted from the building, particularly Broorn's apartment. Someone had blown some explosives, in hopes of getting rid of the Chiss in one foul swoop. "See? These people are maniacs!" The Jedi shouted, not wanting to come face to face with whoever was tracking them. Instead, he quickly bolted down the alleyway, pulling Broorn along as they made their way to the impound.