Latinum

Posted on Sun Sep 6th, 2009 @ 11:53pm by Kyle Bowman

407 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Session One - Jailhouse Rock
Location: Verkuilis Major
Timeline: 4 Months ago

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Kyle was not having a good day.

His short changing boss had ended up in deep trouble with the authorities, his ship being impounded and his assets frozen.

Kyle, along with the rest of the crew, decided to leave sharpish before any heat could move onto them. They had cleared out so fast it was like rats leaving a sinking ship.

After being left jobless he had moved onto a bar. Dark and seedy, the pounding music and poor liquor washed away some of the pain of being jobless, penniless and homeless rolled into one. However, now the waitress he had been warming up to had disappeared somewhere, and some moron was trying to rob him.

“Hand over the latinum, now!” yelled the robber, the cloth he was using to cover his face had slipped already, showing his face already, although he didn’t notice. He was holding a poorly maintained disruptor, shacking badly in his hand.

Kyle had barely moved, only taking a cursory glance at the gunman before turning back to his drink, holding the clear liquor up to the light, watching how it distorted the light. How like life, he thought, to always seem so solid, until seen through alcohol, then everything is malleable.

The Gunman yelled again “The latinum, now!” his shacking was getting worse, Kyle could see through the reflection in the glass.

“Do you know the first rule of thievery, mister robber?” Kyle asked, before downing his drink, the rough liquor burning its way down his throat.

The robber looked confused “Huh?”

Kyle turned, quickly, sweeping his left arm round, pushing the arm holding the disruptor away, it discharging harmlessly into the filthy floor. He brought his other arm up, smashing the shot glass directly into the robbers face, shattering the glass, and probably the bemused robber’s nose.

As the unconscious thief fell to the floor Kyle stamped down, breaking the wrist holding the disruptor for good measure. He picked up the grubby weapon, throwing it to the barman, who put it into a box under the counter. Kyle sat again, gesturing for another shot. The rest of the bar ignored the unconscious man, getting on with more important things, like drinking.

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(ooc: good to meet you all, been looking through the previous post, looks good. Feel free to JP with me as soon as I get him established. Look forward to working with you all - Ed)

 

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