Post by Valcor on Dec 27, 2015 19:51:54 GMT -5
'Stupid Hex, not wanting to leave stupid Mooney behind so we could make some stupid money... Ugh!' Shorza thought to himself with a groan, the focus of his frustration both, held tightly in one hand, and the destination towards which he headed. 'Told him I'd give her some of the winnings for that tank she'd been fawning over... But nooooo! He's worried about her, he doesn't think it's saaafe' Shorza continued to rant within his own mind, only his tightened facial features revealing his frustration... Well that and his tight grip on the girl's arm.
'It's not like SHE was the one who just HAD to take a short cut through the damn red light district!' to that, the red skinned Zabrak boy gave a disgusted shudder. 'How do you even know who's a damn chick on this planet?' The boy thought, shaking his head trying to banish the images from his mind that threatened his simple concepts of male and female. With another shudder, the boy took a sharp turn, giving the area he had just passed through on the way to Mooney a wide birth.
"Okay. Mooney?" Shorza said skidding to a halt just before rounding the corner he knew Hex was waiting behind. Gripping the... unusually quiet girl's face and forcing her to look at him, the boy spoke again, "You don't tell Balkk about this, you don't call home to mommy about this, you don't even write in your diary about this, got it? This is a bad place, and you just sit down, shut up and let me do everything." With no intention of letting the addition of his training partner dissuade his money making scheme, Shorza sought to make sure Mooney fell into line before continuing. If she couldn't well... Maybe he could convince Hex she got picked up by Balkk or something...
The instant the squeaky confirmation came forth, Shorza let out a heavy sigh in relief and yanked the girl again, not needing anything else from her to proceed. Just as he expected, there was the lumbering oaf of a droid that held the other half of the Zabrak's irritation. At the sight of the pair of padawans, the droid almost seemed relieved. His shoulders sagged a bit as if he had been holding all his stress directly within, his head shook slightly, and his eye blinked a few times in conformation. "Yeahyeahyeah, here she is. Go make out. Can we go in now?" Shorza growled, finally releasing his grip on his partner, only to fold his arms over his chest in visible frustration. After looking at the female for a moment, Hex turned his gaze to his creator and gave an eager, quick nod.
"Uggggghhhh finally." The boy groaned, seemingly making a habit out of doing so. His body sagged backwards with the boy looking up at the sky, seemingly thanking some ethereal being he could finally progress with what he had been aching to do all day. It was time to see Hex beat the bolts off some droids!
In an instant the boy was darting towards a seemingly inconspicuous door, his reluctant companions in tow. Only it's size and apparent extra sets of locks gave the indication this was anything other than an ordinary utility door. With a quick few raps on it's metal surface from the boy, seemingly following a pattern, it began to groan with life. The heavy rusted metal slowly began to lift, steam billowing from the sides as hydraulics strained against gravity. As the entryway was revealed, the lagging droid and company standing a ways behind their Zabrak guide grew closer.
Hex knew his master seemingly did not take to this little human, but she was kind and sweet. She gave him shiny flowers and talked to him for hours about lizards, none of which he even remotely understood. Yet it was the effort that touched the droid. She was the first of Shorza's companions to treat him like a person, to give him individual attention separate from an extension of his charge... and he appreciated it. In showing of this affection, Hex draped his arm around the small human girl, as if anticipating some hostile to emerge from the door that never did. Still, even when no threat presented itself, and the trio proceeded inward, Hex never removed his protective hulk from around the girl; she seemingly needed it more than he believed Shorza did today. This wasn't the Zabrak's first time in a place like this, nor certainly the last.
Whatever deceptions the exterior of this hive had implanted in newcomers' minds from it's exterior, it's heart would surely shatter them. The inner sanctum of this den of crime was anything but plain. Red lights flashed and beats boomed, obscuring any good look at the interior one might have gotten. With each flash of red light however, more and more was revealed. The enormous underground structure appeared to be dome shaped, with the light sources dangling from the ceiling in a giant wired mass, with rows of flashing lights running down the arches of the dome towards the ground; which could only be guessed to exist. The ground level of the dome was an blurred mass of writhing and dancing bodies, all appearing to be shades of red under the single color of light that flashed over them. There must have been hundreds if not thousands of people there all roaring and moving in whatever way the music guided them. This was not even to mention the rows of box seats that lined the walls over the mob of a crowd. Only a select few scantily clad Twi'leks stood above the rest on elevated platforms guarded by more than a few burly bouncers. It was intoxicating to say the least; for the brief few moments the trio bore witness to it.
For not a minute after arriving, the music died down to give way to the booming voice of the man who seemed to be in charge. "Ladies aaaaand gentlemen, please clear thecenteroftheroom and make waaay for the AAARENA!" apparently this was some sort of common chant, for the moment the first three words boomed from the speakers, the previously writhing mass of dancers roared the rest of the phrase in tandem. Hex always hated these places.
They were too loud, they were always dangerous, and more worrisome, Shorza always had too much fun, which was apparently already taking place. The young boy was sporting a grin from ear to black ear as he hurriedly made his way towards a line of people paired with droids. As he approached he leaned over towards his own robotic companion and whispered, "Hex look at these mooks, not even the size of your leg!" with that Shorza snickered and folded his arms behind his back, trying his best to look official as he waited to enter his beast of a droid into... whatever it was he was entering him into. Hex was vaguely aware it had something to do with conflict, but seeing the array of other 'sports' this organics took part in, Hex held himself back from making assumptions. Tucking the girl closer to his burly frame, Hex followed his charge once again, only taking a few moments to scan for threats. To either of his charges.
'It's not like SHE was the one who just HAD to take a short cut through the damn red light district!' to that, the red skinned Zabrak boy gave a disgusted shudder. 'How do you even know who's a damn chick on this planet?' The boy thought, shaking his head trying to banish the images from his mind that threatened his simple concepts of male and female. With another shudder, the boy took a sharp turn, giving the area he had just passed through on the way to Mooney a wide birth.
"Okay. Mooney?" Shorza said skidding to a halt just before rounding the corner he knew Hex was waiting behind. Gripping the... unusually quiet girl's face and forcing her to look at him, the boy spoke again, "You don't tell Balkk about this, you don't call home to mommy about this, you don't even write in your diary about this, got it? This is a bad place, and you just sit down, shut up and let me do everything." With no intention of letting the addition of his training partner dissuade his money making scheme, Shorza sought to make sure Mooney fell into line before continuing. If she couldn't well... Maybe he could convince Hex she got picked up by Balkk or something...
The instant the squeaky confirmation came forth, Shorza let out a heavy sigh in relief and yanked the girl again, not needing anything else from her to proceed. Just as he expected, there was the lumbering oaf of a droid that held the other half of the Zabrak's irritation. At the sight of the pair of padawans, the droid almost seemed relieved. His shoulders sagged a bit as if he had been holding all his stress directly within, his head shook slightly, and his eye blinked a few times in conformation. "Yeahyeahyeah, here she is. Go make out. Can we go in now?" Shorza growled, finally releasing his grip on his partner, only to fold his arms over his chest in visible frustration. After looking at the female for a moment, Hex turned his gaze to his creator and gave an eager, quick nod.
"Uggggghhhh finally." The boy groaned, seemingly making a habit out of doing so. His body sagged backwards with the boy looking up at the sky, seemingly thanking some ethereal being he could finally progress with what he had been aching to do all day. It was time to see Hex beat the bolts off some droids!
In an instant the boy was darting towards a seemingly inconspicuous door, his reluctant companions in tow. Only it's size and apparent extra sets of locks gave the indication this was anything other than an ordinary utility door. With a quick few raps on it's metal surface from the boy, seemingly following a pattern, it began to groan with life. The heavy rusted metal slowly began to lift, steam billowing from the sides as hydraulics strained against gravity. As the entryway was revealed, the lagging droid and company standing a ways behind their Zabrak guide grew closer.
Hex knew his master seemingly did not take to this little human, but she was kind and sweet. She gave him shiny flowers and talked to him for hours about lizards, none of which he even remotely understood. Yet it was the effort that touched the droid. She was the first of Shorza's companions to treat him like a person, to give him individual attention separate from an extension of his charge... and he appreciated it. In showing of this affection, Hex draped his arm around the small human girl, as if anticipating some hostile to emerge from the door that never did. Still, even when no threat presented itself, and the trio proceeded inward, Hex never removed his protective hulk from around the girl; she seemingly needed it more than he believed Shorza did today. This wasn't the Zabrak's first time in a place like this, nor certainly the last.
Whatever deceptions the exterior of this hive had implanted in newcomers' minds from it's exterior, it's heart would surely shatter them. The inner sanctum of this den of crime was anything but plain. Red lights flashed and beats boomed, obscuring any good look at the interior one might have gotten. With each flash of red light however, more and more was revealed. The enormous underground structure appeared to be dome shaped, with the light sources dangling from the ceiling in a giant wired mass, with rows of flashing lights running down the arches of the dome towards the ground; which could only be guessed to exist. The ground level of the dome was an blurred mass of writhing and dancing bodies, all appearing to be shades of red under the single color of light that flashed over them. There must have been hundreds if not thousands of people there all roaring and moving in whatever way the music guided them. This was not even to mention the rows of box seats that lined the walls over the mob of a crowd. Only a select few scantily clad Twi'leks stood above the rest on elevated platforms guarded by more than a few burly bouncers. It was intoxicating to say the least; for the brief few moments the trio bore witness to it.
For not a minute after arriving, the music died down to give way to the booming voice of the man who seemed to be in charge. "Ladies aaaaand gentlemen, please clear thecenteroftheroom and make waaay for the AAARENA!" apparently this was some sort of common chant, for the moment the first three words boomed from the speakers, the previously writhing mass of dancers roared the rest of the phrase in tandem. Hex always hated these places.
They were too loud, they were always dangerous, and more worrisome, Shorza always had too much fun, which was apparently already taking place. The young boy was sporting a grin from ear to black ear as he hurriedly made his way towards a line of people paired with droids. As he approached he leaned over towards his own robotic companion and whispered, "Hex look at these mooks, not even the size of your leg!" with that Shorza snickered and folded his arms behind his back, trying his best to look official as he waited to enter his beast of a droid into... whatever it was he was entering him into. Hex was vaguely aware it had something to do with conflict, but seeing the array of other 'sports' this organics took part in, Hex held himself back from making assumptions. Tucking the girl closer to his burly frame, Hex followed his charge once again, only taking a few moments to scan for threats. To either of his charges.