Whiskey, spice, and Jedi.

[Broorn Sabor]

He sat on his couch in his run-down, filthy apartment. He took another swallow from his bottle of whiskey in his right hand. He had contacted an old 'friend', but this time...Broorn needed assistance. He wanted to do something...break his spice addiction and he did plan to attend therapy, he needed to talk with someone...anyone and Tugoro was the only decent person he knew. Yes, he had around fifteen friends...who were all scum. The last time he talked to them, he only remembered him and his intoxicated friends going into a bar, unplugging a jukebox, and lugging it down the street to Broorn's apartment. They all spent time in prison...but that didn't matter. He had contacted [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] and was waiting impatiently for him to arrive.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

This was definitely a strange turn of events. The last time Tugoro had seen [member="Broorn Sabor"], was in the back of a police speeder that happened to crash land and allow for the Chiss' escape. Upon receiving a message from the Outlaw, the youth would begin to suit up, throwing on his Jedi tunic, before strapping on it's armored plating. Wrapping a utility belt around his waist, Tugoro would look down, tossing his lethal weapons into his drawer, all excluding a small blaster pistol. He always kept one on him, just in case. Be it Nar Shaddaa or Corellia, the young Padawan would leave the Jedi outpost, leaping from the building and onto several others. Running along the rooftops, the boy would glance down at a small datapad he possessed, reading over the Chiss' location once more.

There was no way the boy could be seen getting involved with Broorn, so he opted to take the more sneaky way into his apartment. Upon landing on the building's roof, the Jedi would run to it's edge, after assessing the amount of floors and balcony placements. After this was down, he was able to determine the direction in which the corridors ran, thus figuring out the exact balcony he was supposed to drop in on. The youth's leather booted feet would slam upon it's surface, before stretching forward to open it and step into the Chiss' apartment. "You called?" the boy would question, looking around the room for a brief moment. His face was blank of emotion, however it didn't take a genius to know he though this place was nasty.

 

[Broorn Sabor]

He nearly jumped out of his seat in surprise to the entrance."H-h-hey! Your here...great!" He said quietly. "Hey, I need help, man. Like professional help and I ain't got nobody to go to. You can't put me in a prison or somethin' for havin' a few pounds of spice in my closet, can you? 'Cause if you can...I-I don't have any spice...at all." He declared rather loudly, forcing a grin. "Anyway, the spice...it's be gettin' a hold on my life...I used to enjoy it, now I can't sleep, can't think, occasionaly have problems breathing, and all of that. I-" He interrupted himself to take a large swallow from his whiskey bottle. "I need your help, man. My landlord claims if I don't quit, he's kickin' me back onto them streets. I figured a law-abiding, great citizen could help, know what I'm sayin'?" He then offered his bottle of whiskey to the Jedi. "Here, take a seat or somethin'."

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Tugoro would remain still, listening to [member="Broorn Sabor"] after entering the apartment. The young Jedi had had several encounters with the Chiss outlaw, and was still rather iffy about even being around the man. The youth's head would nod slowly, as he listened to the blue skinned alien, showing that he understood what he meant. He obviously had good intentions, though the boy could not help but smirk at the foolish criminal's babbling. Why had he even brought up the spice? The teen's neck would crane slowly, his emerald gaze falling upon the nearby closet that Broorn spoke of. Slowly lifting his arm, Tugoro would flick his wrist, controlling the force energy within the room in order to have a tendril of telekinesis open the closet's door. The metallic panel would slide into the wall, revealing whatever was within the closet, along with the pounds of spice.

The packages or baggies would begin to lift into the air, hovering out from their confinement and into the open. They would make their way towards the blue skinned alien, before being set down on the table in front of him. Tugoro was no professional doctor, but he did know that the man would never kick his addiction if he had the drugs within his reach. "You gotta flush it," he spoke, wondering what the man would do.

 

[Broorn Sabor]

He examined the scene silently as the bags of spice were displayed on the floor. "F-flush it? No! No, no, no! I spent too many credits on spice, man. I ain't gonna just...throw it away! C'mon, I thought Jedi were supposed to be...y'know...intelligent or somethin'." He looked at the bags of spice, then back up at the young Jedi. "Can I at least...you know, keep three bags of the stuff, man?"

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]