Private Where the Whiskey Drowns

[Wes Perell]

Wes hardly noticed his body was being moved. He was out of it. He could feel someone carrying him as he fought to stay awake, but he hardly recognized who it was and had nothing in him to fight it. He hadn't eaten for quite a while, his last meal was some blue milk pancakes. He'd been feeling like breakfast food that night on Coruscant, but that was hardly a concern now. When all you had eaten was pancakes and all that alcohol had overwhelmed your system, it was difficult situation. Doubly so when you'd spent the last few hours running from a potent threat that you couldn't even comprehend.

Wes felt his body laid on a rough surface, based on the bark he felt against his back it was a tree. He stared up at the night sky momentarily, his eyes and body in a haze. He breathed in deeply taking in the night sky and the stars for a moment. Thankfully, the downpour had stopped but that hardly occured to him. He slowly closed his eyes, he didn't want to sleep, but he felt this overwhelming need to. His body relaxed as he fell into a slumber, he likely wasn't awaking until somebody bothered him or the sun came up. It was night time and truth be told, his body couldn't possibly be more eager to embrace it as his hazed state gave way to sleep.

Diocletian Kahmen’’a

 

[Diocletian Kahmen’’a]

The wound on his shoulder was patched up enough that it is clean and free of debris, that was the only thing the Ubese deigned to do while he waits out the storm, privately thankful for his high pain tolerence. Now it won't get infected.

The storm has finally past and the animals have gone elsewhere. The air hung heavy with humidity and grew hazy as the moisture began to evaporate in the heat. Carefully ensuring Wes is still out, Diocletian lifted the human onto his back and climbed down the tree, stepping on a clump of fern-like foliage.

Now all he has to do is find his way back, so he retraced his steps back where he had come, careful of muddy banks, eventually, he did find his way back out and went to the Bounty Office to both verify his catch and to sort out the payment owed from the job. Once it was sorted, he placed Wes down on the floor, sitting the Human up against the wall.

He left once everything has been processed, Diocletian walked to where he parked The Hornet, at least that's where he last saw it. Now it is gone. Some Chitface went and stole his ship, Diocletian felt an infuriated sensation wash all over him, he dropped his Credit Case beside him as his anger builds. He's stranded here on this greenhouse planet.

It couldn't be held in any longer, fortunately for everyone in the vicinity, a particularly loud flock of bird creatures drowned out his particularly loud and equally vulgar expletive.

Letting that out made him feel a lot better, and helped bring everything back under control.

He'll need to get a ship to leave, there is no way he is staying here, he's had his fill of jungles and fuzzy tooth riddled creatures.

 

[Wes Perell]

Wes was awakened by the bright lights of the bounty office. He was sitting on the floor of the entry office. He was honestly surprised by how timid the office was. For all this trouble the hunter had gone to, he expected more than a single window shielded by bulletproof glass for protection that he went to get paid. Initially, Wes started to think about escape options as the hunter collected his payment and moved to leave, but his thought was interrupted as two mercenaries emerged from a door to the side. He could do little to fight them as they grabbed him and took him back into the facility.

He thought the lights were bright in the collection office, but he was blinded even further by being dragged to their back area. He was terrified what they would do to him or what would happen, but he could do little to fight. He was exhausted and in too much pain to fight. He could already feel that exhaustion creeping over him, sleep beckoned to him and he decided to last it take over. This might be his last chance to rest...ever. He couldn't pass that up. The light still shone through his closed eyelids, but it was manageable now as slumber washed over his weakened figure while the guards continued to drag him along to wherever they were taking him.

Diocletian Kahmen’’a

 

[Diocletian Kahmen’’a]

The irritation is still boiling inside, how could he let his ship be stolen? He frowned in further annoyance. of course, this is the lawless part of the Galaxy, so he should have seen it coming. Even if he wanted to he couldn't track The Hornet as it could be anywhere. It could even be on Endor's moon for all he knew.

Now he had a reason to get a brand new one now with more space, which didn't make it all bad in retrospect.

Picking up his credit case he headed towards the transport that will take him to New Alderaan, he took a seat at the back glad to finally get off this planet. He smiled to himself, Wes sure put up a great fight and that is to be admired, none of his previous Bounties had done so, except the one who hid in that Ruin, both of them got injured, the Quarren ended up dead and him badly injured. The transport lifted off and flew off towards New Alderaan via Hyperspace.

Diocletian wondered idly if his and Wes's paths would cross again.