Theed Marketplace

[SK]

As more and more security forces are making thier way towards the marketplace, SK then continues to run, and until he reaches the outside gates, and kills the few guards that were guarding the exit. He then exited out of the gate, and made it to his speeder, to where he hopped on, and made his way back to his Infiltraitor and turned on his stealth mode, and went towards orbit.

[Borris Krieg]

Wobble wobble wobble* Went the body of poor Krieg. The taxi driver was serious wen he said to buckle up... poor Krieg chows the wrong time not to listen to his instincts, and sit as in a joy ride. Once he got out of the speeder he started to lithely touch the numerous bumps on his head counting... one...two...three...thirteen..., eyes closed, winning in pain.
Strange enaf, it took tripping over a dead body and making 13 a 14 to make him realize that the whole marketplace was distroyed, and a massacre took place.
Krieg looked around. Many guards,police and a few civilians dead.
" Oh my, what ever happened to this innocent people?... Ohh well, I don't care anyway... now where's the tavern..."*he glanced over a dead guard* "Excuse me, would you happen to know were I can find a tavern? No, ohh my what terrible service here... *he chuckles for a moment* ..."Oookay that was sick... I need a drink..." Saying that, he gets up and starts wondering the marketplace to find a tavern.
Eventually he sees a man hiding under a small box, crying, asks for directions and enters the marketplace's tavern.

[Borris Krieg]

Krieg enters the tavern and looks around. He doesn't see anything interesting. About 15 tables, 7 occupied by locals.
He moves to the built-in bar and sits on one of the stools. He gestures the barman to come closer.
"What shall i get you sir?"
" Thundercloud, on ice." Said Krieg whit thirst in his voice.
"Sorry sir, we don't have any."
"No Thundecloud? ohh well then get me a glass of Juma Juice."
" Sorry sir, following a complaint given from a costumer who had one too many juma juices last week we're banned from selling it here."
" What? But it's his fault... i mean everyone knows Juma Juice is poison if you drink too much!"
" Yes sir, but he won the process in the court, so here we are. I'm just glad that bastard returned it all as he was screaming in pain in the bathrooms... Hehe... *he said whit a big grin on his face as he chuckled."
" Heh, ohh well just get me what you got then. By the way, what happened outside? Looks like a massacre took place there."
" Ohh, probably nothing to worry about. It's probably those Black Sun fellas again causing a ruckus. "he said as he was cleaning a glass.People say it's hurting their business, but they don't do anything to me, heh, they actually are big consumers and regulars around here."
" Black Sun?" Krieg inquired.
" Yeah, they've been trying to get their hands on the whole city. Up till now the guards have been able to keep them in the sewers, but I guess they'll get the city sometime soon. Too well organized and financed.(he clarified when he saw Krieg's confused face)"
" Hmm well that's interesting... But why would they want to get a hold of this city anyway? he asked as the bartender mixed his drink."
" Heh, who knows? Maybe their bored or something... Heard the guy in charge is a nice guy though... So that means the order came from way up high in the organization."
The bartender finishes pouring the drink and gives it to Krieg whit a weird grin on his face. It was strange, yet innocent enaff to make Krieg drink it. It was a pale greenish liquid from which smoke came out.
"Hmm, this thing's...Good! What is it?"
"Trust me, you don't wanna know. replied the bartender."
" So the guy in charge is a nice guy? How'd you know that? *Then looking around he saw a few thugs that looked like Black Suns drunk sleeping at a table.* Nevermind, I can imagine..."
" Hehe, the bartender chuckled. So, what'cha got there? That piece of paper in your fist. you've been holding on to it since you got here."
" Ohh this? said Krieg as he unfolded the piece of paper in his hand. This is a "To do" list. it has my...err... schedule for the following months. * He cleared his throat and prepared to read. 1: get a drink. 2: get a ship. 3:find a jedi and/or a sith 4: learn to swim."
* As Krieg finished to read the 4th thing the bartender burst into laughter. *
" Hahaha, sorry for that, it's just funny hearing it as you read it in your over serious narrating like voice. Haha, ehh, but I must ask lad, why would you be looking for a jedi? Or even more, a sith? People usually tend to avoid those particular groups of people."
" True, but unfortunately I got some minor business whit them... Actually it ain't minor at all... But* he paused to take a sip from his drink*... ohh well, why not? I wanna find out if I'm Force-Sensitive...If I can be a force user...you know... push/pull things, make things fly, shoot frikin lightning out of my hands... That kind of stuff...." He spoke whit a somewhat reluctant voice at first, but it suddenly became relaxed and comic at the end."
" Ohh, now that's interesting... So what makes ya think your err... Force-Sensitive?"
" I heard Force-Sensitivity is inherited from the parents.*He paused to take a sip* And I have a suspicion that my mother was a jedi. Why? Well, my father always said she was a mere hooker, and not to try to find her. But curiosity drove me to search for her anyway."* He paused to drink a sip from his drink*
" So? the bartender asked, extremely curios... C'moon boy don't leave me in suspense!"
" I found nothing. Nothing at all. At first I thought my father made sure that she is not heard from again. But it was too good of a cover. And my father.... He's smart, but not enaf to be able to completely erase the existence of my mother.* He paused as he took a sip from his drink* So I'm thinking that some bigger force made everyone silent and every paper blank. Plus, as big of a genius as I am, there's no way my mother was a hooker, considering my dad." He used a strong narrating mystical voice at the end, but it gradually became arrogant. Especially at the end. He had a big stupid smile on his face, and looked alot like a idiot. The bartender bursted into laughter...again.
" Hahaha! Sorry kid, I get where you're comming from but your face is just so... Hahaha!"
" Right, right I get it already. He said turning his smily comic face into a annoyed, about to explode like one. The bartender was really creept at that. (Notice how he gradually degraded Krieg from a "sir" to a "kid")"
" Heh, Yeah sorry again sir. Well hope that everything works out for ya. That will be 50 credits by the way.He said seeing as Krieg finished his drink"
" Yeah thanx for the drink I'll come again later... maybe. He jumped from the seat, threw 50 credits on the bar, plus 50 more. Then saying keep the change whit a big grin on his face, he went out the door, through the dead corpse filled marketplace and back to his speeder taxi."
" Take me to a ship dealer. He said."
This time he "buckled up good". Still he was curios about one thing... why hasn't anyone CLEANED UP THE MARKETPLACE?
The speeder speed-ed away.