The Slave's Vengeance

[Zerrene Torran]

The shuttle door opened, and the Chiss inside stepped out onto Nar Shaddaa, blinking as her solid red eyes adjusted to the light. She strode through the spaceport, a blue hand hovering near the blaster pistol on her side.
She was stopped by an official who asked her name.

"Zerrene. Zerrene Torran."

The officer let her pass with a nod, and Zerrene stepped onto the streets, looking around. Almost immediately, she spotted a cantina across the street, which she entered. She ordered ale from the bartender, glancing around the cantina suspiciously as she drank.

After a minute, she was blasted by a whiff of alcohol-induced breath.

"Hey there, blue-skin. What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?"

She sighed, and set her drink on the counter. She really didn't want to deal with this right now.

 

[Sage Bane]

Sage Bane had quite a few names he could use to describe himself. Orphan, Ex-Drug Lord, Chiss Hybrid, Liberated Slave. Now he could add Jedi Padawan to the mix. He shook his head incredulously. It was hard for him to believe that he was studying to be a Jedi Knight with his Master Rexus Drath at the Jedi temple on Ession, but, well, it beat being arrested anyway. Sage had taken a shuttle to Nar Shaddaa, his old stomping ground, to retrieve some valuables he'd left in his apartment. And by valuables he meant copious amounts of narcotic substances.

The sight of the spaceport cantina was enough to make him thirsty, and Sage realized he hadn't had a drink of anything in hours. Addictions were a queen. Taking a quick detour to calm his shaky hands with some whiskey, he took a detour. There weren't many folks in the cantina other than a Chiss female and a male human or near-human skeezeball. He couldn't tell if they were together or what, but his empathic Force senses, heightened by all of the glitterstim in his cerebral cortex, told him the woman wasn't enjoying the company.

Still Sage wasn't one to insert himself in the middle of what could be a domestic dispute for no good reason, so he simply grabbed a seat next to the female Chiss. Ordering a whiskey, he lit a deathstick, and as he watched the pink smoke waft towards the ceiling, kept a curious eye on the scene next to him.

[member="Zerrene Torran"]

 

[lixvari]

Stepping off his privately rented shuttle Syn took in a deep breath of the Nar Shadda air. It was so putrid it made him want to gag. Syn couldn't have stood out more if he would've tried. His hair was let free as the raven black hair cascaded down his body even draping over his shoulders. His attire didn't fit what most natives would wear as even his simply clothes were designer made. His black pants even had a sheen to them that outstripped others. His red shirt was made of a extremely thin material that could be seen through somewhat revealing his muscular upperbody. Wearing a Taking in the scenes of the city with his violet eyes Syn couldn't help but sigh. Here and there the poor could be seen littering the streets and it wasn't to hard to spot out the thugs of the city that seemed to have nothing better to do than harass tourists.

Syn had become bored on his travels through the galaxy and decided he needed some entertainment and what better place then the largest Cesspit planet of them all. One that was known for it's highly illegal activities. The thugs paid little attention to Syn as he passed his hair sweeping through the air similar to a cape. Exiting the spaceport and entering the streets Syn simply looked up and down seeing catina's litter the street. Seeing a Chiss enter one a bit down the way he decided to do the same and entered the bar a bit of a swagger to his step. Head held high as though he feared nothing he strode to the bar where he saw the Chiss women being hit on by another male. The sigh that escaped her lips said it all, things just may get interesting faster than Syn had anticipated. "Give me your finest emerald wine." He said simply as though it were common for someone to ask for wine in such a establishment. The bartender gave him a weird look though Syn's request was obliged with a fancy glass being placed before him and filled with a white liquid that had a red color at the top of the glass. "Cheers." Syn said to the Chiss and her admirer before he took a sip from his drink wondering what the chiss would do.

[member="Zerrene Torran"]

 

[Zerrene Torran]

By the Force, the drunkard was STILL talking.
Zerrene barely noticed as a human sat next to her, his deathstick almost overpowering the drunk's breath, or the other that raised his drink in amusement.

"How many times do I have to tell you?! NOT. INTERESTED."

He simply laughed at her refusal.

"Looks like blue-skins playing hard to get!"

He slid his disgusting hand over and placed it on top of hers.
THAT'S IT!

Zerrene drew a vibroknife and slammed it into his hand, pinning it to the table. The drunk barely had time to scream before a bottle smashed into his face, glass shredding his skin.
The Chiss ignored his moans of pain, simply taking her knife out of his hand, and sat back down, taking another drink out of her glass.

 

[Varan Zarvenis]

Ah yes, another lovely cantina. Several hundred years old, and I still couldn't get enough of these places. Resting back at the bar, I was enjoying what was probably my third glass of corellian ale when I heard what seemed to be the most inelegant introduction I had ever heard."Hey there, blue-skin. What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" Turning to face the voice, I did whatever I could to keep from laughing at him. "Mate, all you'll get from that, is a blaster bolt in the chest. Or, a slap if you're lucky." Of course, my words were proven somewhat right when the girl stabbed him with a vibroblade. "Told ya."

[member="Zerrene Torran"]

 

[Zerrene Torran]

The Chiss giggled as the man finished his comment, then turned serious.
Zerrene looked at the bartender, motioning him over.
"I'm looking for a Gamorrean slaver named Gortug. Sound familiar?"
The bartender turned pale for a moment, then shouted at her to get out of his cantina. NOW.
But his tune changed when Zerrene held a vibroknife to his throat.
"Start talking. NOW."

 

[lixvari]

Simply sitting in his seat watching the proceedings Syn took a sip from his wine letting the sweet taste dance across his tongue before retreating down his throat. His eyes watching all the people in the bar as well as the Chiss all he did was simply smile as a loud thunk and the cries of the man filled the catina. With a slight smirk on his lips Syn stood walking over to the man and crouching over him examining the wound closely seeing how the vibroknife had pierced his whole hand. "Between me and you I would feel somewhat sorry for you, but you brought this one upon yourself mate. Thanks for the show though." Syn said patting the man on his chest before walking behind the Chiss women and the Zorren watching as the women threatened the bartender. Placing his own hand on the women's arm and holding it away from the bartenders throat Syn simply would say. "Don't worry, you have his attention but don't kill him yet. I haven't even gotten my refill." He advised before draining the rest of his glass and setting it on the bar and releasing the women's arm. Simply reaching behind the bar and snatching up the bottle he refilled his own glass.

[member="Zerrene Torran"]
[member="Varan Zarvenis"]

 

[Zerrene Torran]

Zerrene glared at the man.

"And just who are you, exactly?" She demanded, the bartender quickly scrambling away while she was distracted. The Chiss gave no notice, all of her attention directed at the man in front of her, vibroknife still clutched in her hand.[member="Syn Zimadir"]

 

[lixvari]

Staring forward his eyes on the bartender as he tried to escape Syn took careful notice of how the man moved and how quickly he tried to flee. Caculating where the man would try to flee to Syn turned to the women while reaching down to his holster and drawing a blaster pistol which he fired hitting the bartender right in the back of the knee. "I don't think the question is who am I, but why I just helped you and what I want from you." Syn commented as he took the bartenders towel that had been left on the bar and wiped the barrel of his blaster pistol off before re-holstering it. Reaching down Syn took a long sip from his wine taking his time before he spoke again watching how the Chiss women held the knife as though she would attack him as well. She may give me quite the show after all. Syn thought to himself as he drained the last bit of wine from the glass and began to refill it once again. "I will humor you though as long as I get the same courtesy. My name is Syn, and I'm just someone looking for a bit of entertainment. Which you've already given me quite a bit. And you are?" Syn asked his dull eyes looking into the womens red ones. Taking the a seat on the bar since all the other seats were taken Syn crossed one leg over the other and looked down upon the Chiss women and the other ones in the bar.

[member="Zerrene Torran"]

 

[Zerrene Torran]

[member="Syn Zimadir"]

She stared at Syn in silence for a moment.

". . . .Zerrene." She replied cautiously, leaning against the counter.

"Thanks for the help. I've been after this guy for at least a year, now, and this is my only lead."

 

[lixvari]

[member="Zerrene Torran"]

Syn felt Zerrene staring at him but he acted as though he hadn't noticed it and that it didn't bother him. It didn't bother him but he pretended to not be aware as he looked up at the ceiling seeming as though he were reminiscing and sip after sip he drank from his glass. "Nice to meet you Zerrene." Syn said his voice caring the proper tone that a politician would take when meeting another of similar importance, but his eyes and face never matched his tone as though he were in a eternal pit of boredom that could never be ended. "No need to thank me. I should be thanking you for the show. Never saw someone react that way before or seen someone get a vibroknife stabbed through their hand completely. It was a enlightening experience. However if you've been hunting a target for over a year I think it has to be more then the payment. Do you happen to have a grudge against this certain Gamorrean?" Syn asked remembering how she had asked the bartender the question at knife point. "Yet don't let me stop you from getting your answers. I'm just here to watch."

 

[Zerrene Torran]

[member="Syn Zimadir"]


Zerrene's face grew dark.

She pulled the collar of her armor away from her neck for a moment, revealing slave collar scars.

"Let's just say he was one of the guys that gave me these."

 

[lixvari]

"Well that's something I have only heard about." Syn said as he slid off the bar and approached Zerene slowly holding one hand up showing he wasn't a threat and he was only examining. Tracing his fingers across the scars he sighed before backing away. He had heard about how some parts of the galaxy still used slaves to get work done and some of the horror stories that went along with it. Even on Soledad where the poor were almost nothing more than drones they weren't treated the way this women had been. Turns out the galaxy was a lot crueler then everything Syn had read about. "Since they gave you those don't let me hold up your hunt. Go and get your answers." Syn said as he drew his blaster pistol adding a slight spin to it where the handle was pointing towards Zerrene. "Just make it entertaining while you pry the answers from him." Syn said giving her a cold smile as he examined her from head to foot realizing she was quite in shape even though at one point she had been a slave. "I'll even help you right now, and if I'm impressed I may have quite a few more jobs for you."

[member="Zerrene Torran"]

 

[Zerrene Torran]

[member="Syn Zimadir"]


Without hesitation, Zerrene strode to the bartender, and broke one of his fingers.

"Where's Gortug?!" She snarled over his screams, reaching for another finger.

"Please! He'll kill me!" he begged, tears running down his face.
As the Chiss bent the finger, he shouted he'd tell her where the pig was.
Gortug was holed up in a heavily defended compound not far from the cantina, protected by several guards, droids, and defense systems.

"Thank you."

With that, she snapped his neck, and turned to Syn.

"Was that entertaining enough, hm?"

 

[lixvari]

[member="Zerrene Torran"]

Following Zerrene, Syn kept a small distance between them intent on seeing how she was going ton torture the bartender. He was like a little kid in school excited to learn what she would do and see how she acted. The snapping sound of the bartenders finger breaking floated into Syn's ears serenading him like a singer would do to a love. It was quite invigorating watching Zerrene torture the bartender and how he begged for her to stop all while crying like a little baby straight from the womb. Syn was disappointed when the bartender gave up the rest of the information just a bit to easily. What did impress him was the women's conviction as she snapped his neck with no remorse or sympathy. Beginning to slowly clap Syn smiled at Zerrene. "Yes. Why yes it was. It was smart to snap his neck as well. He could've warned the slaver you had asked about him and that you may be coming. I can admire such brutality."