04-28-2018, 10:39 PM
At the far end of the Fifth Tier, Jacket parallel parked outside of an alleyway that the certain address led him to. Apparently, the Klingon's main headquarters was earlier confiscated by the EPD so the remainder of the gang fled to one of their minor turfs. Strange, Jacket thought they would be located at a bigger building complex rather than this small run-down neighborhood of apartments where the working class of Coruscant would live at. The lustrous driver side gullwing stainless-steel door was opened by him, swinging upward in a swift motion. He got out of the car then locked it with his keys. Jacket walked to the littered alleyway that had trash cans and dumpsters on both sides. The alleyway didn't go far since it had a dead end. Without hesitation, Jacket began to make his way down the dirtied alley.
He kept an eye out for anything that would give out a clue that it was a hideout. It didn't take him too long to find a steel door with a sliding peephole for the guard to see who was at the entrance which was on his left side. The blonde headed prime faced the door and proceeded to knock heavily on it to get someone's attention. After a split second when he finished his knock, someone responded immediately and slid the cover from the peephole.
"Get lost, creep! You know any better than roaming around this part of town," the Klingon guard spoke behind the door while he kept his eye on Jacket.
"I've come here representing Westside," Jacket tried to persuade the stubborn alien guard.
"Anyone can say that. You could very well be a spy. Get lost now or you'll get a one-way ticket to visiting death," The Klingon brute warned Jacket but that didn't make him fear for his life.
"I was sent here from Chirpa and I have unsettling news… Luci is dead," Jacket flat out said to the Klingon.
"Yeah right, no one can kill that little graffiti queen. Many have tried before." the Klingon chuckled off the news he thought was fake.
"I'm being dead fucking serious right now and I know your leader has been taken into custody by the Empire. All I want to do is help out. I don't intend to take your leader's place. My purpose here is to get Westside back on track and focus on our goals." Jacket mentioned in a serious tone he is meaning that there was no joking around.
The guardsman growled at Jacket's words he spoke with persuasion. Their gang was in a mess right now without their main boss around.
"Fine, I'll let the others know about your arrival but don't think that your out of the woods yet thinking you have our respect. In our own ways, we have grand expectations for anyone willing to stand with us to be our ally." the Klingon stated and shut the peephole closed in a rough manner.
Jacket stood at the door for almost four minutes to get a response from the gang. The same Klingon came back and opened the door for the prime. He proceeded into the Mighty Klingons' home for the time being. Behind him, the door was shut hard by the guardsman as he kept an eye on him. There was no trust that Jacket felt coming from the first Klingon he contacted but that didn't bother him. He started walking down a hallway that led to somewhere. Soon enough, the place he entered was a rustic old town bar that had Klingons filled the room. Nowhere was another species that wasn't Klingon which did make Jacket feel alienated. By the time he set foot toward the center of the room, the gang members stop conversating and were distracted by Jacket, making him feel like he's gotten everyone's attention.
An unsettling silence filled the place to which Jacket's mind was racing with possibilities that may turn out bad for his next move.
"Good afternoon everyone, my name is Jacket and I come here on behalf of Westside. Everybody at this point should know who Luci is. I'm sorry to say she has passed recently and it has broken my heart too. Do not be let down by this news. Instead, let it fuel the rage you have currently going on now from your leader's disappearance. I come here not to intend to take your boss's place nor Luci's place. I've come here today to step forward with Westside and help with our mission to take these streets away from our sworn enemies. We-" Jacket was interrupted by a particular Klingon who entered the room from an opposite direction where the prime came from.
"That's enough human, we've heard enough from you." a Klingon said standing with two other ones that wore a Mighty Klingons officer uniform similar to him.
The rest of the gang members present in the bar seem to be others that don't have a high ranking.
"Follow us," the high-ranking Klingon commanded Jacket by his voice filled with authority.
Jacket nodded and proceeded to follow the trio to another room in their home. A couple minutes later, they all sit at an oval table in a private room that had only one light source which was an electric lamp hanging above the table. The room's atmosphere felt like it was a place to bargain on certain topics. Jacket sat at the other end and they allowed him to smoke a cigarette. An ashtray was placed in front of the human prime that had some remains of the tobacco he's currently smoking. The cigarette glowed with a fiery amber color each time that Jacket inhaled the substance. A puff of smoke escaped his mouth, making the room hazy. One Klingon warrior stood outside of the room on guard for his higher-ups' sake. One Klingon lieutenant spoke to start their interaction on this new character who claimed he's a part of Westside.
"We can tell that you aren't an ordinary weakling human and agree that you are a prime that Omni has brought forth into the extraordinary Omniverse. You are not an enemy to us since we predicted that they would do something for desperate measures to destroy us at any time now. What you are to us is nothing but an outsider to our clan. There is a way to transform an outsider title to an ally one." the Klingon offered to Jacket who continued to smoke while listening.
He nodded to let them know he's paying attention to they ask him to do.
"Yes, you must prove to us that you carry a tremendous warrior spirit like all Klingon carry." A different Klingon lieutenant said with his voice filled with a bold tone.
"We will put you up for a trial to take out one of the enemies that have been well, a burden to us lately on progress. Eradicate them and you will have a start in a responsible brotherhood to partake of for the Westside Mighty Klingons," The Klingon lieutenant spoke, sitting in the middle of his other two brothers.
"Deal." Jacket agreed with while puffing out the last smoke cloud from his mouth than smothered the burnt cigarette into the ashtray.
"Very well then, your first blood to pour onto the streets in the Klingon name is the Third Street Fangs. Our recon has found where they're hiding out. They are nothing but degenerate rats infested in our operations that we are trying to continue while our boss is gone. Come back here with the leader's head for proof that you have completed your task. As promised you will have an introductory into the Westside Mighty Klingons. Now leave and don't come back here unless you have the evidence." The Klingon lieutenant instructed him in a bold tone which Jacket nodded to and made his way out of the room.
The address of the rival gang's hideout was given to the blonde headed prime. Afterward, he left the premises of the Klingons' hideout and headed toward his parked Delorean at the street. Jacket got into his car and shut the driver's gullwing door behind him. The eighties stainless steel sports car started up and hummed with life. While parked, Jacket added the address to the GPS so it can aid him on his trip. He shifted into gear and began driving down the street to wherever this gang was hiding out.
He kept an eye out for anything that would give out a clue that it was a hideout. It didn't take him too long to find a steel door with a sliding peephole for the guard to see who was at the entrance which was on his left side. The blonde headed prime faced the door and proceeded to knock heavily on it to get someone's attention. After a split second when he finished his knock, someone responded immediately and slid the cover from the peephole.
"Get lost, creep! You know any better than roaming around this part of town," the Klingon guard spoke behind the door while he kept his eye on Jacket.
"I've come here representing Westside," Jacket tried to persuade the stubborn alien guard.
"Anyone can say that. You could very well be a spy. Get lost now or you'll get a one-way ticket to visiting death," The Klingon brute warned Jacket but that didn't make him fear for his life.
"I was sent here from Chirpa and I have unsettling news… Luci is dead," Jacket flat out said to the Klingon.
"Yeah right, no one can kill that little graffiti queen. Many have tried before." the Klingon chuckled off the news he thought was fake.
"I'm being dead fucking serious right now and I know your leader has been taken into custody by the Empire. All I want to do is help out. I don't intend to take your leader's place. My purpose here is to get Westside back on track and focus on our goals." Jacket mentioned in a serious tone he is meaning that there was no joking around.
The guardsman growled at Jacket's words he spoke with persuasion. Their gang was in a mess right now without their main boss around.
"Fine, I'll let the others know about your arrival but don't think that your out of the woods yet thinking you have our respect. In our own ways, we have grand expectations for anyone willing to stand with us to be our ally." the Klingon stated and shut the peephole closed in a rough manner.
Jacket stood at the door for almost four minutes to get a response from the gang. The same Klingon came back and opened the door for the prime. He proceeded into the Mighty Klingons' home for the time being. Behind him, the door was shut hard by the guardsman as he kept an eye on him. There was no trust that Jacket felt coming from the first Klingon he contacted but that didn't bother him. He started walking down a hallway that led to somewhere. Soon enough, the place he entered was a rustic old town bar that had Klingons filled the room. Nowhere was another species that wasn't Klingon which did make Jacket feel alienated. By the time he set foot toward the center of the room, the gang members stop conversating and were distracted by Jacket, making him feel like he's gotten everyone's attention.
An unsettling silence filled the place to which Jacket's mind was racing with possibilities that may turn out bad for his next move.
"Good afternoon everyone, my name is Jacket and I come here on behalf of Westside. Everybody at this point should know who Luci is. I'm sorry to say she has passed recently and it has broken my heart too. Do not be let down by this news. Instead, let it fuel the rage you have currently going on now from your leader's disappearance. I come here not to intend to take your boss's place nor Luci's place. I've come here today to step forward with Westside and help with our mission to take these streets away from our sworn enemies. We-" Jacket was interrupted by a particular Klingon who entered the room from an opposite direction where the prime came from.
"That's enough human, we've heard enough from you." a Klingon said standing with two other ones that wore a Mighty Klingons officer uniform similar to him.
The rest of the gang members present in the bar seem to be others that don't have a high ranking.
"Follow us," the high-ranking Klingon commanded Jacket by his voice filled with authority.
Jacket nodded and proceeded to follow the trio to another room in their home. A couple minutes later, they all sit at an oval table in a private room that had only one light source which was an electric lamp hanging above the table. The room's atmosphere felt like it was a place to bargain on certain topics. Jacket sat at the other end and they allowed him to smoke a cigarette. An ashtray was placed in front of the human prime that had some remains of the tobacco he's currently smoking. The cigarette glowed with a fiery amber color each time that Jacket inhaled the substance. A puff of smoke escaped his mouth, making the room hazy. One Klingon warrior stood outside of the room on guard for his higher-ups' sake. One Klingon lieutenant spoke to start their interaction on this new character who claimed he's a part of Westside.
"We can tell that you aren't an ordinary weakling human and agree that you are a prime that Omni has brought forth into the extraordinary Omniverse. You are not an enemy to us since we predicted that they would do something for desperate measures to destroy us at any time now. What you are to us is nothing but an outsider to our clan. There is a way to transform an outsider title to an ally one." the Klingon offered to Jacket who continued to smoke while listening.
He nodded to let them know he's paying attention to they ask him to do.
"Yes, you must prove to us that you carry a tremendous warrior spirit like all Klingon carry." A different Klingon lieutenant said with his voice filled with a bold tone.
"We will put you up for a trial to take out one of the enemies that have been well, a burden to us lately on progress. Eradicate them and you will have a start in a responsible brotherhood to partake of for the Westside Mighty Klingons," The Klingon lieutenant spoke, sitting in the middle of his other two brothers.
"Deal." Jacket agreed with while puffing out the last smoke cloud from his mouth than smothered the burnt cigarette into the ashtray.
"Very well then, your first blood to pour onto the streets in the Klingon name is the Third Street Fangs. Our recon has found where they're hiding out. They are nothing but degenerate rats infested in our operations that we are trying to continue while our boss is gone. Come back here with the leader's head for proof that you have completed your task. As promised you will have an introductory into the Westside Mighty Klingons. Now leave and don't come back here unless you have the evidence." The Klingon lieutenant instructed him in a bold tone which Jacket nodded to and made his way out of the room.
The address of the rival gang's hideout was given to the blonde headed prime. Afterward, he left the premises of the Klingons' hideout and headed toward his parked Delorean at the street. Jacket got into his car and shut the driver's gullwing door behind him. The eighties stainless steel sports car started up and hummed with life. While parked, Jacket added the address to the GPS so it can aid him on his trip. He shifted into gear and began driving down the street to wherever this gang was hiding out.
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