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[Ruth Les'mer]

Tags - OPEN Perspective - Ruth Les'mer Location - Coruscant Undercity, "Togbad's Night Club" Now playing:

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"Alright, show me the puck..."

"..."

"... No, not those ones, crink head... You know my palate."

"You understand that jedi are seldom put under a crosshair, right? They have protections... Standards, that prevent them from their chain code being advertised in these dregs regardless? There's no purpose in pursuing them... No reason for them to have any enemies."

"Don't care, besides... You're from one of 'em purse worlds, aren't you? I thought you'd have a wider net to toss out these days - maybe a few more connections. You've been fixing my gigs for a while, and now all of a sudden there's no more force bearers to kill?"

"You killed most of the offending jedi in the undercity! I've given you all the beskar I have too! I--"

"Don't. Talk. Anymore. You know, I came here for more than just holopucks and metals..."

Dancing, dancing... All around me, and irritating neon lights violating my senses.

We were squeezed in a tight booth in some forgotten nook of the club. Webs of mystery fluid and stains of regret were splattered on the table and the shrouding wall face our seats were pressed up against. While this Neimoidian plague-spreader was my primary source of booze money and my usual reason for coming here, he also had a... Suspicious gallery of knowledge in relation to force-bearing targets, among other things. I decided I'd drop in on his business endeavors unannounced on this night, with a few questions to get his heart beat racing a little.

"Togbad... We've been working together for a few years now, and well... I've been hearing a few rumours being passed around about some... Innate talents of yours."
I could see his fingers begin to curl and dig into his own lap - a few dots of sweat were forming on his skin as well.

"P-Pardon me, Mr. Les'mer, but I believe those rumours you might've heard are just a smear campaign on my good name... I-I don't have any association with the force, nor would I ever want to! It's all terrifying space voodoo I'd rather avoid..."

"You'd be smart to. No side, good or evil, should be able to play with reality's fabric like that... It's a perversion of nature, and one I seek to extinguish."

While I buttered him up with the illusion of side-tracking on this conversation, and his expression began to lighten up, I readied a small blaster under the table - aiming to shoot it through the steel table top and into Togbad's head. I fired it, and just as suspected... He dodged it. Precognition, as quick as lightning, that made him flawlessly duck and roll out of the booth and into the gasping cesspool of dancing, shaking nobodies in the club.

They all then scattered like bugs, while Togbad assumed a combative stance in the center of the dance floor.
"Ruth! W-what are you doing? I... You wouldn't execute me, in my own club... Among all these well meaning people, for no reas-"

"I didn't say anything about the force, did I?"

I quickly whipped my EE-3 Carbine Rifle out of my jacket, and began unloading hot plasma into the middle of the room. Just as suspected, Togbad began to maneuver past the blaster fire with acrobatic precision, while his precious customers were filled with holes. I watched him dive behind the bar, and the familiar buzzing of a lightsaber blade filled the club, which was emptying out fast.

He ascended from behind the bar, and wielded a humming red lightsaber.
There was this single threat before me... But another presence began to stir inside of the club. Perhaps they didn't appreciate the barrage of gunfire that indiscriminately rained upon them so suddenly, or sought to assist the rogue sith for whatever reason.

Regardless, I'd be here to eliminate them both.

 

[Oksana]

There are some people that can concentrate better in quiet settings. Yet Oksana wasn't one of those. Here in the overcrowded club, she was inside of one of the booths. Papers and a journal were spread before her, which she worked on feverishly as though she was studying for a big test. A bottle of ale rested half empty on the table in front of her.

Oksana's eyes darted up as the table was bumped into by one of the patrons, causing the bottle to nearly spill onto her papers. Only then did she hear the sounds of weapons firing over the club's music. "Can't they see that I'm working here?!." Another patron bumped her table as they tried to hurry out of there causing the bottle to spill. Quickly Oksana gathered her papers before any of the ale could soak them. She shoved them into a small pouch on her belt as she got to her feet. Yet it was difficult to see what was going on through all of the rush of patrons. Oksana stepped up onto the table, giving herself a better perspective. A lightsaber and a rifle. Couldn't they take their squabble elsewhere?

Her eyes flitted up to the ceiling and the overhanging lights. Each band of them seemed to be right overtop of the two of them. Removing one of her blasters from it's thigh holster, Oksana took aim before firing quick bursts at each of the cords holding them up, causing them to fall on the would-be-duelists.

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