***
In a run down house on Hk!gk Avenue an orc in a black track suit is stepping out of a beaten Volvo. He has a sort of easy swagger about him, seeming to sway along with his gold neck chain. He pushes open a waist-high chain link fence and walks up to the door, knock twice, then three times.
A shirtless Klingon with dilated pupils opens the door, looks around suspiciously, then quickly ushers the orc inside.
"Glarg!" says the Klingon in surprise. "Oh fuck man, I can't believe they let you out," he says, his deep voice slurring every word.
The orc grunts and takes a seat on his couch. "Yes," he replies in a heavy orc accent. "Jorag took fall, is good orc. Will be fine. You are having something for me, Qor?"
Glarg slips a couple of glowing dollar bills form his pocket.
"Oh yeah," says Qor as he looks around his house in a hurry. "Yeah yeah, yeah, uh, here man," he says as he walks over to a desk, reaches into a drawer, and starts rummaging around. "Kalaxian crystals right? I know I got a bag here somewhere, great stuff man."
Behind the Klingon's back, Glarg's body melts away into paint fumes.
Luci sits on the couch calmly as Qor continues his commentary.
"It's here somewhere! It's great stuff, I got it from a Hutt in T-4," he continues. "But you gotta save me just one, it's been-"
"I've heard enough," interrupts an even deeper voice.
Qor turns, startled, to see a hulking Klingon in full battle armor walk into his living room. Qor freezes as Koloth, president of the Mighty Westside Klingons, advances on him, bat'leth in hand.
Qor's eyes flicker to the couch, where Luci is staring at him coldly.
***
The night is young.
Luci sits in a car on Isengard Avenue, sharing hits of nitrous oxide with a pair of Hufflepunks, mocking Klingons.
A blue-haired teenage witch unfortunately named Dick-Face huffs a black balloon, and says in a deep voice "How dare you! A Mighty Westside Klingon would never experiment with illegal substances!"
Dick-Face's boyfriend, a bald-headed wizard by the name of Scab, inhales a baloon himself and says "I have conservative social values that I like to fortify by kicking the shit out of people!"
The trio roars with laughter.
Luci keeps an eye on a small corner apartment on the ground floor of a complex. A light is flicked off. The trio stop laughing, and exit the car without speaking. Luci mutes the swirling colors that are her body and transforms into a forgettable blonde teenager.
They stay low and keep their backs against the wall of the apartment complex, Luci in the lead. She holds up a hand, and they stop.
Luci pulls out a spraycan and paints a glowing green door on the wall, then opens it. They creep through, trying not to giggle.
"Lumos," whisper Scab, and a dim light appears, illuminating the grungy kitchen. Dick-Face quietly unscrews a pipe from underneath the sink, finding three tightly-wrapped small purple bricks. She flashes a smile up at Luci and Scab, her grinning face illuminated by the wand. Luci's stomach drops as she sees a bulbous figure approach.
She flinches as Dick-Face's face is split open and covers Luci in blood and little chunks of skull and brain.
Scab roars "Expelliarmus!" and a bolt of green light bolts from his wand at the shooter, breifly lighting up the startled face of Feezo the Hutt. Feezo's gun, a Glock G19, sails through air towards Scab's hand. Luci, however, is very fast.
She catches the gun and brings in front of her body. She takes a breath, aims, and fires a shot that lands between the Hutt's eyes.
Feezo seems to wobble. Luci steps forward, and fires another shot, this time drawing blood.
The Hutt groans, and Luci empties the clip, one bullet at a time, into Feezo's head.
She turns to see Scab sobbing and cradling Dick-Face's body. She pulls him up, ignoring his protests. She makes calm shushing sounds and runs her spray can all over his body, wiping away any traces of blood. She walks him out the back through the graffiti-door and into the car, then goes back inside. Scab sniffles as he watches Luci disappear inside the house, wondering what she is doing.
His heart breaks again when she comes out with a tightly rolled rug.
Luci erases the door, throws the rug in the trunk, and drives off.
She guides the car through the streets of Teir-5 for some time, listening to Scab cry quietly next to her. Finally, she can not take it any longer, and shoves three tightly-wrapped purple brick into his hands.
"Here," she says woodenly. "She died for those," Luci adds.
Scab stares at the drugs silently.
When Luci drops him off, Scab leaves his jacket as the drugs. She stares at the jacket for a moment, watching the peirced badger that represents the Westside Hufflepunks gnash it's teeth.
Luci starts the car. She has a dead body in the trunk and a bounty hunter to meet.
The night is young.
***
(01-15-2017, 08:05 PM)Luci Wrote: "Look," she says, pointing at one of the files. It shows a one-eyed orc glaring for his mugshot, his rap sheet listed next to him. "Two months ago, he got busted with Glarg picking up on Star Street and Hk!gk Ave. That was right around the time your boy, what's his name, Qor, says he caught that Ninja Turtle bounty. But here, it says the Empire saw Raphael two weeks ago in Teir-6. Your boy is fucking lying!"
The casually dressed Klingon known as Kyrg glares at the report. "This is preposterous. Are you implying a Mighty Westside Klingon would ever dare-"
"To sell out his neighborhood for a hundred OM to some tusk-fuckers?" interrupts the elf sharply. "And what if I am?"
In a run down house on Hk!gk Avenue an orc in a black track suit is stepping out of a beaten Volvo. He has a sort of easy swagger about him, seeming to sway along with his gold neck chain. He pushes open a waist-high chain link fence and walks up to the door, knock twice, then three times.
A shirtless Klingon with dilated pupils opens the door, looks around suspiciously, then quickly ushers the orc inside.
"Glarg!" says the Klingon in surprise. "Oh fuck man, I can't believe they let you out," he says, his deep voice slurring every word.
The orc grunts and takes a seat on his couch. "Yes," he replies in a heavy orc accent. "Jorag took fall, is good orc. Will be fine. You are having something for me, Qor?"
Glarg slips a couple of glowing dollar bills form his pocket.
"Oh yeah," says Qor as he looks around his house in a hurry. "Yeah yeah, yeah, uh, here man," he says as he walks over to a desk, reaches into a drawer, and starts rummaging around. "Kalaxian crystals right? I know I got a bag here somewhere, great stuff man."
Behind the Klingon's back, Glarg's body melts away into paint fumes.
Luci sits on the couch calmly as Qor continues his commentary.
"It's here somewhere! It's great stuff, I got it from a Hutt in T-4," he continues. "But you gotta save me just one, it's been-"
"I've heard enough," interrupts an even deeper voice.
Qor turns, startled, to see a hulking Klingon in full battle armor walk into his living room. Qor freezes as Koloth, president of the Mighty Westside Klingons, advances on him, bat'leth in hand.
Qor's eyes flicker to the couch, where Luci is staring at him coldly.
***
(01-15-2017, 08:05 PM)Luci Wrote: A petite blue-haired crust-punk named Dick-Face points excitedly to another report. "Oh Scab, look at this! That Wookie with the nose ring, Ereeewel, got caught on Isengard Lane with 200 OM worth of Plutonic Quarks! You know what that means?"
The bald wizard nods. "It means old Feezo is cooking up some you-know-what. We should pay her a visit..."
The night is young.
Luci sits in a car on Isengard Avenue, sharing hits of nitrous oxide with a pair of Hufflepunks, mocking Klingons.
A blue-haired teenage witch unfortunately named Dick-Face huffs a black balloon, and says in a deep voice "How dare you! A Mighty Westside Klingon would never experiment with illegal substances!"
Dick-Face's boyfriend, a bald-headed wizard by the name of Scab, inhales a baloon himself and says "I have conservative social values that I like to fortify by kicking the shit out of people!"
The trio roars with laughter.
Luci keeps an eye on a small corner apartment on the ground floor of a complex. A light is flicked off. The trio stop laughing, and exit the car without speaking. Luci mutes the swirling colors that are her body and transforms into a forgettable blonde teenager.
They stay low and keep their backs against the wall of the apartment complex, Luci in the lead. She holds up a hand, and they stop.
Luci pulls out a spraycan and paints a glowing green door on the wall, then opens it. They creep through, trying not to giggle.
"Lumos," whisper Scab, and a dim light appears, illuminating the grungy kitchen. Dick-Face quietly unscrews a pipe from underneath the sink, finding three tightly-wrapped small purple bricks. She flashes a smile up at Luci and Scab, her grinning face illuminated by the wand. Luci's stomach drops as she sees a bulbous figure approach.
She flinches as Dick-Face's face is split open and covers Luci in blood and little chunks of skull and brain.
Scab roars "Expelliarmus!" and a bolt of green light bolts from his wand at the shooter, breifly lighting up the startled face of Feezo the Hutt. Feezo's gun, a Glock G19, sails through air towards Scab's hand. Luci, however, is very fast.
She catches the gun and brings in front of her body. She takes a breath, aims, and fires a shot that lands between the Hutt's eyes.
Feezo seems to wobble. Luci steps forward, and fires another shot, this time drawing blood.
The Hutt groans, and Luci empties the clip, one bullet at a time, into Feezo's head.
She turns to see Scab sobbing and cradling Dick-Face's body. She pulls him up, ignoring his protests. She makes calm shushing sounds and runs her spray can all over his body, wiping away any traces of blood. She walks him out the back through the graffiti-door and into the car, then goes back inside. Scab sniffles as he watches Luci disappear inside the house, wondering what she is doing.
His heart breaks again when she comes out with a tightly rolled rug.
Luci erases the door, throws the rug in the trunk, and drives off.
She guides the car through the streets of Teir-5 for some time, listening to Scab cry quietly next to her. Finally, she can not take it any longer, and shoves three tightly-wrapped purple brick into his hands.
"Here," she says woodenly. "She died for those," Luci adds.
Scab stares at the drugs silently.
When Luci drops him off, Scab leaves his jacket as the drugs. She stares at the jacket for a moment, watching the peirced badger that represents the Westside Hufflepunks gnash it's teeth.
Luci starts the car. She has a dead body in the trunk and a bounty hunter to meet.
The night is young.
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