Post by Darth Exolus on Jun 27, 2015 2:23:22 GMT
The sprint to Draikol's end of the block was a short one, but barricades and blocks impeded the backtracking Sozin, all the way up to the security doors. He had to stop short, for behind the toughened glass and transparisteel, was Noste, the ringleader. In his company, a half-dozen assorted criminals - and most importantly, Overseer Draikol, at gunpoint no less. Noste was humming happily to himself, jigging around the Overseer in jest. In his right hand, the needler, and in his left, a sizable hydrospanner. At the 'chorus' of his song, Noste drove the blunt end of the tool against Draikol's face, spilling out blood and broken teeth. He did the same again, ramming it against his collarbone with a loud, audible crunch of bone. He crouched down to the prone Draikol, grasping his bloodied chin with his hand, dropping the hydrospanner. He turned it to look up at Sozin, moking the overseer's accent.
"Oh, mistuh Draikol sur! Y'friend be fittin' to save yuh. What's I gonna do? What's I gonna do?"
Noste clicked his fingers, two brutish prisoners lifting Draikol to the glass, his sobs ringing loud through the pane. The criminal tisked.
"You picked a terrible day to come to Raxus little red man. See, the nice, honorable Draikol here thinks he can play the budget a little, dontcha mistuh ovaseeur sur?" he began, teetering out in jest at the end, "maybe he keeps it hush hush, and lets a few guards put a beatdown on some poor kid in here for dealing spice because the nice Hutts threatened his family. Maybe a guy was starving, couldn't feed his family, so he robs a momma poppa mart on Dromund Kaas, gets thrown here. Now, the way I figure it, it's eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth - whole mouthful in this ignorant fierfek's case... Point is, you corner a kath hound that ain't done a gnat a lick of harm, chances are good he's gonna bite back. Especially if he's being wailed on by fully-armored riot officers that love getting a little handsy with the boys... And even handsier with the nice girls in the adjacent blocks. You catching the ion stream of this yet smart boy? Eye for an eye? Here's how I see it. The warden don't have enough teeth in his stinking, lying mouth to make up for what he done to the folks that don't deserve it."
Noste chuckled, pressing the blaster pistol against Draikol's head.
"But me? I'm the worst thing to happen to Raxus Prime kid. No-one catches the Ghost. Not forever."
He squeezed the trigger, and readied the shot.
"Oh, mistuh Draikol sur! Y'friend be fittin' to save yuh. What's I gonna do? What's I gonna do?"
Noste clicked his fingers, two brutish prisoners lifting Draikol to the glass, his sobs ringing loud through the pane. The criminal tisked.
"You picked a terrible day to come to Raxus little red man. See, the nice, honorable Draikol here thinks he can play the budget a little, dontcha mistuh ovaseeur sur?" he began, teetering out in jest at the end, "maybe he keeps it hush hush, and lets a few guards put a beatdown on some poor kid in here for dealing spice because the nice Hutts threatened his family. Maybe a guy was starving, couldn't feed his family, so he robs a momma poppa mart on Dromund Kaas, gets thrown here. Now, the way I figure it, it's eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth - whole mouthful in this ignorant fierfek's case... Point is, you corner a kath hound that ain't done a gnat a lick of harm, chances are good he's gonna bite back. Especially if he's being wailed on by fully-armored riot officers that love getting a little handsy with the boys... And even handsier with the nice girls in the adjacent blocks. You catching the ion stream of this yet smart boy? Eye for an eye? Here's how I see it. The warden don't have enough teeth in his stinking, lying mouth to make up for what he done to the folks that don't deserve it."
Noste chuckled, pressing the blaster pistol against Draikol's head.
"But me? I'm the worst thing to happen to Raxus Prime kid. No-one catches the Ghost. Not forever."
He squeezed the trigger, and readied the shot.