Welcome to Intelligence (Rock)

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan impatiently walked around small office he worked within Reaper Company. He had arranged a meeting with one of his new recruits, Phillip Rock, who he remembered as the man who flashed him in a bar on Nar Shaddaa. Pleasant memories...Not. While he didn't enjoy the fact that he had to deal with such a drunken and inebriated slob, but he had to take recruits whenever he could, and he had to be in Reaper Company for a reason.

"For the love of the Sith, can that drunken bastard hurry up for karks sake!?!" Z​oltan angrily murmured, taking another drag from his cigarette.

 

[Philip Rock]

"Hey there, boss."

It was Philip, all right, and by the looks of it, he had just hit some spice. In fact, he had gotten lost coming to the building itself, the simple streets turning into a labyrinth.

The scruffy man tripped over a wire, falling flat on his face before he could say another word.

"Ohhhh...that was some good spice then."

Philip stayed on the floor, trying to collect his poise and wit. It didn't really help, so he decided to stay on the floor a bit longer. Rock groaned before speaking again.

"I'll probably be down here for a bit, so you should just talk."

And so he layed there.

[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan pinched the bridge of his nose as he stared down at the drunken and rather high fool. "​Get the kark up before I destroy your spice supply and send you out into the breach of space. W​ithout a helmet." Z​oltan threatened. He was not in the mood for dealing with such a unorganized and disrespectful recruit, but for the good of the Intelligence Team, and Reaper Company as a whole, he had to whip this unruly man into shape.

Zoltan proceeded to send a hard kick into the mans stomach, hoping to show to him that this wasn't a game.

"​MOVE IT YOU SCUM! This is the Reaper Company for feths sake, not your damn daycare!"

[member="Philip Rock"]

 

[Philip Rock]

Philip surprisingly blocked the kick almost effortlessly, almost a picture perfect moment showing that looks can be deceiving. He got up slowly, taking his time to reach his full height, anger suppressed by the spice flowing through him.

"Hey, almost got me! Heh, you, uh, you wanna fight? Come on, cowboy. I've karked with the best."

At this, he threw a quick feint hook, grunting. It was a joke, and he hoped to suprise Skull Face.

"Ah! Got you!"

He laughed at this charade, then broke into a coughing fit.

Oh, boy.

[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan dryly smirked as he saw the man deftly blocked his kick. "​ Well, y'see, I knew their was a soldier down in that in that diabetic heart of yours." H​​e mocked. Zoltan merely side-stepped Philip's joking throw, watching with disdain as the man broke down into a fit of coughing. "​Maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe, you are a piece of utter chit." Z​oltan goaded.

Every single insult and attack was carefully thought of, hopefully to get Rock fired up behind his drunken buzz, and take Zoltan seriously.

 

[Philip Rock]

"Kark you! And your pessimistic comments!"

Philip was beginning to get slightly upset now, a noticeable feat considering all the spice that was in his system. He cracked his neck, then continued.

"At least I somewhat resemble a human being, not a corpse, Skull Face."

Philip began to pace, a sure sign he was beginning to fume. He wasn't evenk getting started yet, though, but for [member="Zoltan Rarsk"] 's sake he hoped he didn't push him too far.

When Philip Rock went beserk, bad things happened.

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan dark smile grew even wider as Rock grew irrational, irate and furious. "​Good, at least now you're taking me seriously. This rude awakening, bringing you out of your drunken stupor, is going to introduce you to the world of Intelligence, a world of treason, murder, lust, fear, rage and very careful planning. If you want to go off fighting in the fields like some mindless drone, go ahead. If you're willing to take on the challenge and see yourself become richer than your wildest dreams, I suggest you stay." T​he scarred man said.

Zoltan offered him a small drink he grabbed off the small desk nearby, and held it out for Rock. Even in this cruel world of Intelligence, one must always be polite.

[member="Philip Rock"]

 

[Philip Rock]

A drink? Ooh, Rarsk knew how to treat a guy. Begrudgingly, Philip grabbed the drink, murmured a quick thanks, and chugged whatever the hell was in the cup. Whatever was in there went down smooth, and a kind of calmness descended on his body as he spoke.

"You have my attention. Go on."

[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan chuckled, as he put away the drinks. "Now, let's get down to business: In the business of Intelligence, one must have constant awareness and be ready for betrayl, deceit and lies from everybody you know. Trust no one." Zoltan instructed.

Even though Rock seemed insane, Zoltan saw potential in him.

[member="Philip Rock"]

 

[Philip Rock]

"I don't even trust myself. Keep going, chuba-face."

The slightly irate Philip cracked his neck and paced in place, eager to know more.

[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan gave him a confused glance before continuing on with his lecture.

"​Unlike your current demeanor, calling my chuba-face and such, one must be polite, cordial but always be a step ahead of everybody else. Don't get caught up in fraternizing with the enemy. Also, keep in mind that everybody else has their own agenda, and when working in Intelligence, always make sure your first move is to find out that agenda." Zoltan lectured.

[member="Philip Rock"]

 

[Philip Rock]

Philip grumbled at this but nonchalantly nodded.

"I could pretend to be polite... I mean, I have a little discipline, I guess. So, what's your agenda, eh?"

Rock cocked an eyebrow, carefully studying his leader.

[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan wagged his finger at Rock, shaking his head. "Confidential information, I'm afraid." He dryly stated.

"Do you have anything to say about this you maniac, or are we done with our little talk?" He asked, a mocking tone barely noticeable in his voice.

[member="Philip Rock"]

 

[Philip Rock]

Rock shook his head, signalling that he was done talking.

"What are we doing now? We gonna kidnap someone? Interrogate them?"

A glint showed in his eye at the word 'interrogate'. He clearly liked inflicting pain on others.

Gotta love the ex-Sith spiceheads.

[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan shook his head, as passed Rock a small, brown file. "No. Within this file our two of the most recent contracts that would suit your particular skills." He dully said.

Within the file were two packets labelled 'Zabrak Mist' and 'Blackwater'. "In one Operation we have to extract a stranded soldier abandoned on Dathomir, while in the other we're eliminating criminals in a mad power grab. Interested?" Zoltan asked.

[member="Philip Rock"]

 

[Philip Rock]

"You got me. I'm in."

Philip thumbed through the file, looking over various details of both ops. Interesting. He was studying the cases now carefully, smiling diabolically.

"Oh, yeah. I'm in."

[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan smiled, and took the files away.

"Great! Good training session. Now, get out." He said, shoving Rock out of the door and shutting it behind him. While his opinion of Rock had grown, he didn't want to spend anymore time with him than he had to.

[member="Philip Rock"]