01-12-2017, 03:11 PM
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"Oh shit, if it ain't Lieutenant Perky Tits!" cries the brassy young leader of the Hufflepunks as Luci phases through the wall of their hide-out. A bright sheen of sweat is visible on her forehead.
The Hufflepunks are a ragtag collection of Hogwarts alumni, formed from the remaining members of other Hogwarts gangs. The gang has an ugly reputation for unprovoked violence and hard drug abuse, and the abandoned apartment building in Teir-5 that functions as their clubhouse is known as a hot-spot for junkies and raucous parties.
Luci takes in the room, her eyes crawling over the dilapidated wallpaper and the shaking, sweating teenagers sprawled out on couches. Broken glass and drug paraphernalia litter the hardwood floors. The air reeks of butterbeer and cigarettes.
The red-headed leader of the gang is trembling as she shoves a backpack into Luci's hands.
"Hey," she says, her eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability. "Hey, get back quick, huh?"
***
Passion Flower glides silently through uptown Teir-4 in a dark blue Mercedes. Luci watches from the passenger seat as the strip clubs and brothels gradually fade away to be replaced with gated communities and expensive homes. She shares hits of ayahuasca with the elf to ease the tension.
Passion Flower pulls up to a black gate and presses a button, glaring into a camera. After a time, the gate buzzes, and opens. He guides the car into Na'hesti's driveway, a long circular road that leads up the house and back out towards the gate. He parks, leaving the car running, as Luci steps out, eyeing the large double doors nervously. They share a look of unease as she closes the car door behind her.
***
Luci sips a cocktail in Na'hesti's parlor and laughs at all the right points in her stories. The Twi'lek seems most at ease when entertaining, mixing cocktails and gabbing about the club-life, so Luci indulges her; for a while.
"I can see you're busy though," Ne'hesti says with a sigh. She reaches under her drink table and pulls out a backpack with six tightly taped bricks. She offers the bag to Luci, who grabs a brick at random and cuts a small slit in the side with an arrowhead. A strange purple powder slips out, which Luci tastes. Ne'hesti watches as Luci judges the taste, then nods. Luci leaves the drugs on the couch as she stands up and walks to the back of the room, staring down through the huge open windows to the car below. She produces a communicator from her pocket and sends a text. Seconds later she sees Passion Flower emerge from the blue Mercedes, backpack in hand, and walk through the double doors into Na'hesti's house.
"Another drink, beautiful?" the Twi'lek asks in her silky voice. Luci declines, getting more worried every second that Passion Flower does not arrive. The Twi'lek laughs. "It's already done girl, you might as well relax."
Luci flashes her a look of suspicion as Na'hesti smirks.
The doors to the parlor are thrown open. Passion Flower is carried in, an orc under each arm, his face bleeding onto Na'hesti's expensive rug. One of the orcs is holding a gun, the other is holding the backpack full of cash. Luci tenses, and Na'hesti pulls out a blue gun of crackling energy and points it at Luci.
Luci does not move, but keeps her eyes locked with the Twi'leks.
Na'hesti keeps her gun trained on Luci as she grabs the backpack from the orc. She holds the bag in her left hand as she sidles up to Luci, her high heels clacking, and raises her gun square in Luci's face.
Luci hears a brief scuffle, and a ball of blue fire hits Na'hesti, engulfing her right arm and part of her neck. Na'hesti screams and drops her gun. Luci sees the orcs wrestle the gun form Passion Flower and shoots a burning hole through his head. Luci locks eyes with Na'hesti, and grabs the bag of money.
Na'hesti screams in rage as she has lets go of the bag and grabs her gun, but it is too late; Luci has phased through the floor. Na'hesti curses and fires several shots into her front lawn as Luci sprints down the driveway and phases through a wall, money in hand.
***
Across the street from a strip club in Teir-4, three young women sit in a parked car, smoking weed and telling jokes. In the driver's seat is Luci, her eyes red and puffy. In the passenger seat, the tattoed red-head leader of the Hufflpunks, laughing her way through the early stages of chem withdrawal. In the back seat, in a booster seat, is Princess Hellstab, the most genuinely happy of the trio.
"You sure it's here, tonight?" asks the Hufflepunk anxiously, for the the thirteenth time.
"For the thirteenth time, yes. Ahg was very explicit," her highness contends.
Still, it is hours before Na'hesti pulls up in an innocuous looking minivan. The Twi'lek parks, and enters through the back of the strip club. Her long jacket conceals any burn marks.
"Fuck yeah!" says the Hufflepunk as she and Luci exit the car. They walk up to the minivan, look around, and then Luci phases through the back door.
They run back to the car with arms full of chem bricks, stopping only Luci could paint a big glowing 'WESTSIDE' on the club.
"Holy shit!" says the Hufflepunk. "What do we got, twenty bricks? Here, worth every fucking penny." she says as she shoves the backpack full of cash back into Luci's hands. The witch tosses a thick stack to the grinning princess in the back seat. "You fucking too, Your Highness! Uh, hello, Lieutenant, let's fucking dip!"
Luci does not move, but watches the van across the street.
"Come on!" the Hufflepunk urges nervously.
Luci does not move. The trio gets deathly still as they watch two figures emerge from the back of the strip club. One is the beautiful, curvy Twi'lek Na'hesti, her companion is a particularly ugly pig-faced orc. Luci turns to catch Princess Hellstab's eye.
"That's him," the princess confirms, her eyes narrowing as Karg lets out a deep drunken laugh.
The pair get inside the minivan and close the doors, and with a sound like a gunshot the vehicle is engulfed in flames.
The trio watch the flickering lights of their enemies corpses for a moment.
"Holy fuck," says the Hufflepunk, turning to Luci. "I didn't know you had it in you, Lieutenant.
Luci drives away calmly as the Hufflepunk leans her head out the window and screams.
"Westside, join or die, motherfuckers!"
***
"Oh shit, if it ain't Lieutenant Perky Tits!" cries the brassy young leader of the Hufflepunks as Luci phases through the wall of their hide-out. A bright sheen of sweat is visible on her forehead.
The Hufflepunks are a ragtag collection of Hogwarts alumni, formed from the remaining members of other Hogwarts gangs. The gang has an ugly reputation for unprovoked violence and hard drug abuse, and the abandoned apartment building in Teir-5 that functions as their clubhouse is known as a hot-spot for junkies and raucous parties.
Luci takes in the room, her eyes crawling over the dilapidated wallpaper and the shaking, sweating teenagers sprawled out on couches. Broken glass and drug paraphernalia litter the hardwood floors. The air reeks of butterbeer and cigarettes.
The red-headed leader of the gang is trembling as she shoves a backpack into Luci's hands.
"Hey," she says, her eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability. "Hey, get back quick, huh?"
***
Passion Flower glides silently through uptown Teir-4 in a dark blue Mercedes. Luci watches from the passenger seat as the strip clubs and brothels gradually fade away to be replaced with gated communities and expensive homes. She shares hits of ayahuasca with the elf to ease the tension.
Passion Flower pulls up to a black gate and presses a button, glaring into a camera. After a time, the gate buzzes, and opens. He guides the car into Na'hesti's driveway, a long circular road that leads up the house and back out towards the gate. He parks, leaving the car running, as Luci steps out, eyeing the large double doors nervously. They share a look of unease as she closes the car door behind her.
***
Luci sips a cocktail in Na'hesti's parlor and laughs at all the right points in her stories. The Twi'lek seems most at ease when entertaining, mixing cocktails and gabbing about the club-life, so Luci indulges her; for a while.
"I can see you're busy though," Ne'hesti says with a sigh. She reaches under her drink table and pulls out a backpack with six tightly taped bricks. She offers the bag to Luci, who grabs a brick at random and cuts a small slit in the side with an arrowhead. A strange purple powder slips out, which Luci tastes. Ne'hesti watches as Luci judges the taste, then nods. Luci leaves the drugs on the couch as she stands up and walks to the back of the room, staring down through the huge open windows to the car below. She produces a communicator from her pocket and sends a text. Seconds later she sees Passion Flower emerge from the blue Mercedes, backpack in hand, and walk through the double doors into Na'hesti's house.
"Another drink, beautiful?" the Twi'lek asks in her silky voice. Luci declines, getting more worried every second that Passion Flower does not arrive. The Twi'lek laughs. "It's already done girl, you might as well relax."
Luci flashes her a look of suspicion as Na'hesti smirks.
The doors to the parlor are thrown open. Passion Flower is carried in, an orc under each arm, his face bleeding onto Na'hesti's expensive rug. One of the orcs is holding a gun, the other is holding the backpack full of cash. Luci tenses, and Na'hesti pulls out a blue gun of crackling energy and points it at Luci.
Luci does not move, but keeps her eyes locked with the Twi'leks.
Na'hesti keeps her gun trained on Luci as she grabs the backpack from the orc. She holds the bag in her left hand as she sidles up to Luci, her high heels clacking, and raises her gun square in Luci's face.
Luci hears a brief scuffle, and a ball of blue fire hits Na'hesti, engulfing her right arm and part of her neck. Na'hesti screams and drops her gun. Luci sees the orcs wrestle the gun form Passion Flower and shoots a burning hole through his head. Luci locks eyes with Na'hesti, and grabs the bag of money.
Na'hesti screams in rage as she has lets go of the bag and grabs her gun, but it is too late; Luci has phased through the floor. Na'hesti curses and fires several shots into her front lawn as Luci sprints down the driveway and phases through a wall, money in hand.
***
Across the street from a strip club in Teir-4, three young women sit in a parked car, smoking weed and telling jokes. In the driver's seat is Luci, her eyes red and puffy. In the passenger seat, the tattoed red-head leader of the Hufflpunks, laughing her way through the early stages of chem withdrawal. In the back seat, in a booster seat, is Princess Hellstab, the most genuinely happy of the trio.
"You sure it's here, tonight?" asks the Hufflepunk anxiously, for the the thirteenth time.
"For the thirteenth time, yes. Ahg was very explicit," her highness contends.
Still, it is hours before Na'hesti pulls up in an innocuous looking minivan. The Twi'lek parks, and enters through the back of the strip club. Her long jacket conceals any burn marks.
"Fuck yeah!" says the Hufflepunk as she and Luci exit the car. They walk up to the minivan, look around, and then Luci phases through the back door.
They run back to the car with arms full of chem bricks, stopping only Luci could paint a big glowing 'WESTSIDE' on the club.
"Holy shit!" says the Hufflepunk. "What do we got, twenty bricks? Here, worth every fucking penny." she says as she shoves the backpack full of cash back into Luci's hands. The witch tosses a thick stack to the grinning princess in the back seat. "You fucking too, Your Highness! Uh, hello, Lieutenant, let's fucking dip!"
Luci does not move, but watches the van across the street.
"Come on!" the Hufflepunk urges nervously.
Luci does not move. The trio gets deathly still as they watch two figures emerge from the back of the strip club. One is the beautiful, curvy Twi'lek Na'hesti, her companion is a particularly ugly pig-faced orc. Luci turns to catch Princess Hellstab's eye.
"That's him," the princess confirms, her eyes narrowing as Karg lets out a deep drunken laugh.
The pair get inside the minivan and close the doors, and with a sound like a gunshot the vehicle is engulfed in flames.
The trio watch the flickering lights of their enemies corpses for a moment.
"Holy fuck," says the Hufflepunk, turning to Luci. "I didn't know you had it in you, Lieutenant.
Luci drives away calmly as the Hufflepunk leans her head out the window and screams.
"Westside, join or die, motherfuckers!"
***
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