The Black Market
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Lord Mendeku
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The Black Market
A wretched hive of scum and villainy, the black market was the place for those at the end of their rope. Anything could be acquired here for a price.
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Lord Mendeku
- Posts: 2
- Joined: Fri May 08, 2020 7:57 pm
Re: The Black Market
From the depths of hell entered the tortured soul, the soul whose face was covered in tattered black cloth. Two glowing red embers looked out in a slit of the cloth just above his nose and below his forehead. His gait was true, he moved with purpose and resolve. Everything about him echohed the pitch black auara that enveloped him. Those whom he passed moved swiftly out of his way to avoid crossing him, he was the kind of person whose path you dared not encroach on. His reputation had been justly earned over the half-score years since his arrival in this part of the galaxy, only fools dared oppose him. The vendor whom he approached looked up from his work and stood up as straight as the tallest tree on Endor as the dark man stood there menacingly.
"I need the Zeta-Class ship now."
The dark man said with as much graciousness and class that was expected in a situation of this nature, which was exactly nil. The vendor nodded sucinctly and stated his price. The glowing embers turned to the slits, common in vipers, as the vendor recognized his mistake, but it was too late. It would forever be too late for him. The knife was produced with such speed that he never saw it, not until the burning pain shot up his arm as his hand was impaled to the table.
"A more reasonable price perhaps?"
As the dark man restrained the vendor's free arm and slowly started applying torque to the hilt of the knife. The pain was excruciating as the vendor nodded as quickly as he possibly could. And stated a price half of what was originally quoted. The Dark man nodded and the two glowing embers returned to their normal state, as the knife was removed. He tossed the credits on the table and moved to his new ship with same speed and tanacity in which he came.
"I need the Zeta-Class ship now."
The dark man said with as much graciousness and class that was expected in a situation of this nature, which was exactly nil. The vendor nodded sucinctly and stated his price. The glowing embers turned to the slits, common in vipers, as the vendor recognized his mistake, but it was too late. It would forever be too late for him. The knife was produced with such speed that he never saw it, not until the burning pain shot up his arm as his hand was impaled to the table.
"A more reasonable price perhaps?"
As the dark man restrained the vendor's free arm and slowly started applying torque to the hilt of the knife. The pain was excruciating as the vendor nodded as quickly as he possibly could. And stated a price half of what was originally quoted. The Dark man nodded and the two glowing embers returned to their normal state, as the knife was removed. He tossed the credits on the table and moved to his new ship with same speed and tanacity in which he came.