Post by CaptainBonkers on Oct 28, 2015 17:35:46 GMT -5
Name: Garrick Varthan
Race: Human
Age: 30
Birthplace: Nar Shaddaa
Allegiance:Family and Friends
Status: Information Broker
Rank: N/A
Height/Weight: 5'10'' / 180 lbs
Appearance: Garrick is a man blessed with good genes. If his parents are to believed he is a successful combination of the most pleasant features of his father and both grandfathers with bits of his mother sprinkled in. From his mother's side Garrick has a lean frame gives him a somewhat athletic look. He also has his mother's eyes, blue with nigh permanent mischievous spark in them, and a narrow mouth that is generally at least slightly smiling. Seeing Garrick with a completely serious face is usually sing that everything isn't alright. From his father's side Garrick has received defined facial features that many would describe as handsome.
In an effort to maintain a roguish look, Garrick keeps his dark brown hair short but slightly messy and there is almost permanent stubble on his chin. His clothes, while good quality, are very similar to clothes one might see on an average spacer.
Personality: Garrick is one of those people that has a knack for getting along with almost everyone he meets, though in all fairness it must be mentioned that this does not guarantee that everyone gets along with him. Garrick can be Annoying company with his snide remarks and tendency not take things seriously even when the situation would really call for less flippant attitude. However he himself does not get too hung up on things like politics, beliefs or attitudes. As long as you don't go out of your way to be a jerk to those less fortunate, there is a very good chance that Garrick won't have any reason not to get along with you.
Although Garrick usually tries to look out for number one and just look the other way when confronted with trouble that doesn't concern him directly, he has an abysmal track record when it comes to actually doing so. No matter how hard Garrick tries to listen to the little devil on his shoulder his conscience generally finds a way to win the argument, forcing Garrick to get involved in whatever situation is at hand. While he prefers to handle trouble through guile or parlaying, Garrick is fully prepared to shoot first and apologize the corpse later if it is obvious that that the opposition isn't interest in talking things through.
As far friends go, Garrick is a pretty good one. He is generous with his wealth, is willing to share his contacts if you need them and will stick by you to the bitter end ( although he will complain about it the whole way through). There are very few things Garrick wouldn't do to help out a friend in need.
Ships/Vehicles:
Songbird
Equipment:
Marksman's carbine with snare and dart launcher attachments
Blaster pistol
Slicing kit
Personal Communicator
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Superior
Combat Training:
Marksmanship - Expert
Gunslinging - Adept
Brawling - Adept
Other Training:
Slicing - Adept
Sleight of hand - Expert
Starship repairs and maintenance - Apprentice
Piloting & navigation - Apprentice
Languages: Galactic basic - fluent, huttese - fluent, durese - conversational, twi'leki - conversational, binary - understands fluently, knows the basics of most wide spread trade languages
Other Notable:
Notorious Cardshark
Co-owner of a bar
Biography: Genetically, Garrick is Alderaanian but he wasn't born in the home of his ancestors. Instead he was born on the Sumggler's Moon. His parents, Owan and Livia Varthan, had been nobility back on Alderaan, however their fortunes had changed considerably after the local authorities had caught wind of the insider trading, embezzlement, bribery and other forms of corruption they were involved. Faced with the choice between a lengthy stay at Aldera Central Penitentiary or making a run for it with whatever they could scrounge together, Garrick's parents decided to leg it, finally winding up on Nar Shaddaa where Garrick was born shortly afterwards.
The transition hadn't been easy on anyone in the family and settling to their new life on Nar Shaddaa was challenging for everyone. The Varthan's weren't poor by any definition of the word, quite the contrary in fact. Owan and Livia had managed to bring with them a great deal of the wealth they had accumulated but their life was still far from the splendor they had been used to back on Alderaan. Garrick's older brothers were acting up because they had been uprooted from their lives, his father tried to rebuild the family fortune but kept failing at every turn and Garrick's mother began hitting the bottle after a while. The only one that didn't have trouble adjusting on their life on Nar Shaddaa was Garrick since he grew up not having any nostalgic feelings towards Alderaan. To him the Smuggler's Moon was the only home he had ever known.
Garrick's early childhood was a time of loneliness for him. His brothers were considerably older than him and thus mostly uninterested in spending time with their baby-brother, his father was often away and his mother was rarely in any condition to spend quality time with her children. Garrick was also largely isolated from other children of his age by the lifestyle Nar Shaddaa imposed upon a wealthy family like his; locked up in a gilded cage designed to keep away the rabble outside. The only people he got to interact on regular basis was the help and guards his parents employed and he grew close with many of them, absorbing many things from them his parents wouldn't probably have approved had they known about them.
The Varthan family wasn't particularly close and Garrick often felt like a stranger in his own family largely for not having any emotional connection to Alderaan. If he had to choose, he would say he was closest with his father, though this was mainly due to a shared hobby: guns. Owan Varthan was a an avid gun enthusiast who managed to infect his youngest son with a similar interest by taking him with to the range when he was old enough to be trusted to handle a weapon under supervision. After on shot, Garrick was hooked but for different reasons than his father. To Owan it was all about the guns: the rarer the better. To Garrick, it was all about accuracy. Putting a blaster bolt or a slug exactly where he wanted it to go gave him a feeling of control he enjoyed. From that trip onward he tried to tag along whenever his father went to the shooting range and began going alone as soon as he was old enough. Over the years he became quite good at hitting targets and when that practice was mixed with experience accumulated during firefights Garrick survived later in his life he became quite lethal with rifles and little less so with pistols.
Like so many other kids, the very first day of school was something Garrick awaited with anxiousness. To him it offered a chance to finally have friends that were the same age as he and didn't act funny around him because their parents were working for his parents. School would come to fulfill his hopes on that regard: it turned out that Garrick had a knack for making friends. He had inherited his father's easygoing charm and mother's quick wit that both worked wonders on both fellow students and teachers but that was just about the only parts of his personality he had inherited from his parents. While they were nigh obsessed with status, wealth and rank in society, Garrick couldn't have cared less. Spending time with the security and other staff and their kids had taught him to judge people on their own merits and not for their family or the size of their bank account.
Garrick was a decent student but nothing to write home about. He had a good head for languages and consistently made his best grades in huttese and durese. Other classes Garrick also did well were programming and computers. His interest in those had awoken after a friend of his had sliced into the school's student records and changed his grades. Said friend was caught quickly but the mere fact that his friend had been able to do what he had done convinced Garrick that there was value in knowing how to slice and the best way for him to start learning was the programming and computer class.
While Garrick was few years into school, his older brothers, Janlan and Branden, graduated from business school and set out to rebuild the family fortune. Unlike their father, the two were successful, almost wildly so. Starting with a small shipping company Jalan and Branden managed to expand their company over the years into a fledgling business empire with a diverse portfolio of businesses liable to turn profit in the Hutt space and Corporate sector. On paper it was all very much legal and legitimate but there was plenty of shady dealings going on, hidden behind a very thick facade. To Garrick this all meant very little at first. His allowance got bigger and his brothers started to act a bit big headed around dad but other than that very little changed in his life until it came time for him to attain a higher education.
His parents and brothers wanted him to go study either business management or law and after some resistance Garrick agreed to attend a business school, thinking it was more likely to be interesting. In few months it became clear to him that studying business management was still incredibly boring. Thus Garrick quickly dedicated his life to the extracurricular activities and minor subjects that interested him more than his major. Student life saw him develop a passion for cards and for magic tricks. Said combination of hobbies did cause some problems for Garrick down the road. When one is known to be good at cards and possess nimble fingers it is nigh impossible to avoid certain accusations (that on occasion might have had some legitimacy) and the aftermath of what usually followed said acquisitions saw Garrick become decent at defending himself with nothing more than his bare hands or whatever was within arms reach.
With all his extracurricular activities his grades tanked in most of his classes. The only courses he managed to maintain a good grade were various languages and advanced computer classes. Despite his low enthusiasm, Garrick still managed to graduate on time albeit with pretty poor distinctions but with a guaranteed job in the family firm it wasn't that big of deal to him. His family however, was less than pleased. They had tried to motivate Garrick over the years but he had shrugged off their efforts. Having fun with his friends had been more important to him than some degree he would never really need.
Garrick's early days in the family business were awkward. Thank's to Garrick's poor success in school, his brothers were unsure what to do with him and ended up giving him pointless jobs to keep him busy and out of the way, which suited Garrick just fine as it left him lots of free time which he usually spent hanging around a bar he had helped to start. However the life of idle leisure soon became boring to a young man like Garrick and he began looking for something to do that might bring more excitement into his life and in doing so fell into the company of a information broker named Thomad Briiken. Through him Garrick was introduced to the world of intelligence gathering and found his calling.
Over the next few years he built up his contacts and delved deeper into the murky world of private espionage, making a name for himself as a competent newcomer. Information brokering more than filled his need for excitement; more acquisition jobs than Garrick cared to count went south in one way or another, leaving violence the only option and other brokers weren't always willing share turf peacefully.
At first he worked for Briiken as an operative but soon had a wide and varied enough network of friends and contacts to begin to do some brokering of his own. However, his network was still far from a proper, professional intelligence network. Garrick was more like a nexus of people who know people who know people and so forth than a proper information broker.
At first his brothers had not been particularly enthusiastic towards Garrick's career change but after information provided by one of his contacts saved them from a bum deal, led them to a good one or provided them information from what their rivals were up to a few times, their attitude began to change. It didn't take them long to realize what an asset Garrick and his connections could be for the business. They granted him a budget and told him to report anything that might affect their business to them. Garrick found this development quite agreeable; it gave him a pair of well paying, steady customers he could be moderately sure wouldn't turn on him at some point.
After the beginning of the war Garrick's workload has increased and he has been courted by both the Imperial Intelligence and the Republic SIS for his services. So far he has been reluctant to work for either side for more than a single job at the time. He is perhaps slightly leaning towards Republic in his allegiance, seeing the Empire as something of a galactic bully, but as he doesn't consider himself having any major stake in the war Garrick is largely neutral.
Roleleplay Sample: The weather outside was dreadful: heavy raindrops bombarded the streets below clearing them more efficiently than a firefight down the block. So, naturally, the Dead Rancor packed full with the best the local society had to offer. Knowing the neighborhood, that wasn't a high praise. The bar was situated in the part of the local level that whatever passed as security on Nar Shaddaa didn't venture, so the best of the local residents barely qualified as the dregs of society. Garrick loved the place: it was the dive around here and always filled to the brim with the best of people and the worst of people personality-wise. Otherwise, everyone consuming alcohol and other beverages beyond the battered front door were unrepentant crooks.
Inside things were rowdy but under control. Sitting at his permanently reserved booth, one of the perks of being a silent partner in the establishment, Garrick had an excellent view of the whole place and could people watch to his hearts content. He knew most people here by name at the very least and most of them knew him. There were some strange faces peeking out of the crowd but the overwhelming of the clientele tonight was made up of regulars.
A single unfamiliar face in particular piqued Garrick's interest: not by being exceptional in positive or negative way but by being twisted into a particularly malicious and determined snarl. Trouble. Anyone going around with that expression on their face wasn't looking to have a cold one after work before heading home and that bulge in their jacket probably wasn't a lunch box. Had the bouncer gone suddenly blind or something. Garrick would have to have some choice words with the guy later, assuming he didn't get a blaster special to the gut for getting involved. Sighing, Garrick set down his drink and headed after the suspicious guy.
Navigating the crowd took a few moments and Garrick arrived at the bar just in time to see the guy with the nasty expression push the barrel of a blaster to the side of some other guy and lean in for what probably weren't sweet nothings. If he had to guess, the duo was about to square some score but from the looks of it the guy number one wasn't planning on murdering the guy number two here in the bar, which gave Garrick some room to work with.
"Hi, mate. Mind putting that piece away before you hurt someone."
The armed fellow turned to Garrick and glared at him. "This ain't none of your business, pal, so sod off and leave me and my friend here to settle our differences in peace."
"I'd love to but I have a particularly vocal conscience and if I just let you 'settle' things with this fine gentleman here it would really bug me. Plus as half of the ownership of this bar, I have a vested interest in seeing no one is kidnapped at gunpoint from the bar. It gives a place a bad rep in the wrong way."
"I couldn't care less. Either you leave now or I'm gonna make you regret not leaving."
Garrick sighed he had hoped this could have been solved by talking but it was becoming clearer by the second that the thug with the gun wasn't interest in listening to reason. This thing the two of them had better be about something interesting, because if it was just about credits and base greed, Garrick was going to be really disappointed but not particularly surprised. On Nar Shaddaa 90% of all quarrels were about credits.
"Look, how about I buy-" Garrrick was cut off by a barrel of a blaster being shoved at his face.
"What did I just say?!" demanded the thug. Loudly.
An eerie silence filled the Rancor and heads turned towards the scene at the bar. Then blasters began to appear, all pointed at the thug now threatening Garrick. I really need to have a chat with the bouncer about what's allowed inside and what isn't, Garrick thought. The thug's face had lost a shade or two of color and his eyes were asking a silent question that could probably be shortened as 'what' after all the curses and expletives had been removed.
"Yeah, that tends to happen when you point a blaster at the guy who buys two rounds a night." Garrick replied to the unasked question. He could see the gears moving in the thug's head as he searched for a way out and used the man's distraction to his advantage. When the thug's attention was away from him for a long enough moment, Garrick pulled out his own blaster, leveling it at the thug's head.
"So now the question is: do you walk out or do they carry you out afterwards?"
Race: Human
Age: 30
Birthplace: Nar Shaddaa
Allegiance:Family and Friends
Status: Information Broker
Rank: N/A
Height/Weight: 5'10'' / 180 lbs
Appearance: Garrick is a man blessed with good genes. If his parents are to believed he is a successful combination of the most pleasant features of his father and both grandfathers with bits of his mother sprinkled in. From his mother's side Garrick has a lean frame gives him a somewhat athletic look. He also has his mother's eyes, blue with nigh permanent mischievous spark in them, and a narrow mouth that is generally at least slightly smiling. Seeing Garrick with a completely serious face is usually sing that everything isn't alright. From his father's side Garrick has received defined facial features that many would describe as handsome.
In an effort to maintain a roguish look, Garrick keeps his dark brown hair short but slightly messy and there is almost permanent stubble on his chin. His clothes, while good quality, are very similar to clothes one might see on an average spacer.
Personality: Garrick is one of those people that has a knack for getting along with almost everyone he meets, though in all fairness it must be mentioned that this does not guarantee that everyone gets along with him. Garrick can be Annoying company with his snide remarks and tendency not take things seriously even when the situation would really call for less flippant attitude. However he himself does not get too hung up on things like politics, beliefs or attitudes. As long as you don't go out of your way to be a jerk to those less fortunate, there is a very good chance that Garrick won't have any reason not to get along with you.
Although Garrick usually tries to look out for number one and just look the other way when confronted with trouble that doesn't concern him directly, he has an abysmal track record when it comes to actually doing so. No matter how hard Garrick tries to listen to the little devil on his shoulder his conscience generally finds a way to win the argument, forcing Garrick to get involved in whatever situation is at hand. While he prefers to handle trouble through guile or parlaying, Garrick is fully prepared to shoot first and apologize the corpse later if it is obvious that that the opposition isn't interest in talking things through.
As far friends go, Garrick is a pretty good one. He is generous with his wealth, is willing to share his contacts if you need them and will stick by you to the bitter end ( although he will complain about it the whole way through). There are very few things Garrick wouldn't do to help out a friend in need.
Ships/Vehicles:
Songbird
Equipment:
Marksman's carbine with snare and dart launcher attachments
Blaster pistol
Slicing kit
Personal Communicator
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Superior
Combat Training:
Marksmanship - Expert
Gunslinging - Adept
Brawling - Adept
Other Training:
Slicing - Adept
Sleight of hand - Expert
Starship repairs and maintenance - Apprentice
Piloting & navigation - Apprentice
Languages: Galactic basic - fluent, huttese - fluent, durese - conversational, twi'leki - conversational, binary - understands fluently, knows the basics of most wide spread trade languages
Other Notable:
Notorious Cardshark
Co-owner of a bar
Biography: Genetically, Garrick is Alderaanian but he wasn't born in the home of his ancestors. Instead he was born on the Sumggler's Moon. His parents, Owan and Livia Varthan, had been nobility back on Alderaan, however their fortunes had changed considerably after the local authorities had caught wind of the insider trading, embezzlement, bribery and other forms of corruption they were involved. Faced with the choice between a lengthy stay at Aldera Central Penitentiary or making a run for it with whatever they could scrounge together, Garrick's parents decided to leg it, finally winding up on Nar Shaddaa where Garrick was born shortly afterwards.
The transition hadn't been easy on anyone in the family and settling to their new life on Nar Shaddaa was challenging for everyone. The Varthan's weren't poor by any definition of the word, quite the contrary in fact. Owan and Livia had managed to bring with them a great deal of the wealth they had accumulated but their life was still far from the splendor they had been used to back on Alderaan. Garrick's older brothers were acting up because they had been uprooted from their lives, his father tried to rebuild the family fortune but kept failing at every turn and Garrick's mother began hitting the bottle after a while. The only one that didn't have trouble adjusting on their life on Nar Shaddaa was Garrick since he grew up not having any nostalgic feelings towards Alderaan. To him the Smuggler's Moon was the only home he had ever known.
Garrick's early childhood was a time of loneliness for him. His brothers were considerably older than him and thus mostly uninterested in spending time with their baby-brother, his father was often away and his mother was rarely in any condition to spend quality time with her children. Garrick was also largely isolated from other children of his age by the lifestyle Nar Shaddaa imposed upon a wealthy family like his; locked up in a gilded cage designed to keep away the rabble outside. The only people he got to interact on regular basis was the help and guards his parents employed and he grew close with many of them, absorbing many things from them his parents wouldn't probably have approved had they known about them.
The Varthan family wasn't particularly close and Garrick often felt like a stranger in his own family largely for not having any emotional connection to Alderaan. If he had to choose, he would say he was closest with his father, though this was mainly due to a shared hobby: guns. Owan Varthan was a an avid gun enthusiast who managed to infect his youngest son with a similar interest by taking him with to the range when he was old enough to be trusted to handle a weapon under supervision. After on shot, Garrick was hooked but for different reasons than his father. To Owan it was all about the guns: the rarer the better. To Garrick, it was all about accuracy. Putting a blaster bolt or a slug exactly where he wanted it to go gave him a feeling of control he enjoyed. From that trip onward he tried to tag along whenever his father went to the shooting range and began going alone as soon as he was old enough. Over the years he became quite good at hitting targets and when that practice was mixed with experience accumulated during firefights Garrick survived later in his life he became quite lethal with rifles and little less so with pistols.
Like so many other kids, the very first day of school was something Garrick awaited with anxiousness. To him it offered a chance to finally have friends that were the same age as he and didn't act funny around him because their parents were working for his parents. School would come to fulfill his hopes on that regard: it turned out that Garrick had a knack for making friends. He had inherited his father's easygoing charm and mother's quick wit that both worked wonders on both fellow students and teachers but that was just about the only parts of his personality he had inherited from his parents. While they were nigh obsessed with status, wealth and rank in society, Garrick couldn't have cared less. Spending time with the security and other staff and their kids had taught him to judge people on their own merits and not for their family or the size of their bank account.
Garrick was a decent student but nothing to write home about. He had a good head for languages and consistently made his best grades in huttese and durese. Other classes Garrick also did well were programming and computers. His interest in those had awoken after a friend of his had sliced into the school's student records and changed his grades. Said friend was caught quickly but the mere fact that his friend had been able to do what he had done convinced Garrick that there was value in knowing how to slice and the best way for him to start learning was the programming and computer class.
While Garrick was few years into school, his older brothers, Janlan and Branden, graduated from business school and set out to rebuild the family fortune. Unlike their father, the two were successful, almost wildly so. Starting with a small shipping company Jalan and Branden managed to expand their company over the years into a fledgling business empire with a diverse portfolio of businesses liable to turn profit in the Hutt space and Corporate sector. On paper it was all very much legal and legitimate but there was plenty of shady dealings going on, hidden behind a very thick facade. To Garrick this all meant very little at first. His allowance got bigger and his brothers started to act a bit big headed around dad but other than that very little changed in his life until it came time for him to attain a higher education.
His parents and brothers wanted him to go study either business management or law and after some resistance Garrick agreed to attend a business school, thinking it was more likely to be interesting. In few months it became clear to him that studying business management was still incredibly boring. Thus Garrick quickly dedicated his life to the extracurricular activities and minor subjects that interested him more than his major. Student life saw him develop a passion for cards and for magic tricks. Said combination of hobbies did cause some problems for Garrick down the road. When one is known to be good at cards and possess nimble fingers it is nigh impossible to avoid certain accusations (that on occasion might have had some legitimacy) and the aftermath of what usually followed said acquisitions saw Garrick become decent at defending himself with nothing more than his bare hands or whatever was within arms reach.
With all his extracurricular activities his grades tanked in most of his classes. The only courses he managed to maintain a good grade were various languages and advanced computer classes. Despite his low enthusiasm, Garrick still managed to graduate on time albeit with pretty poor distinctions but with a guaranteed job in the family firm it wasn't that big of deal to him. His family however, was less than pleased. They had tried to motivate Garrick over the years but he had shrugged off their efforts. Having fun with his friends had been more important to him than some degree he would never really need.
Garrick's early days in the family business were awkward. Thank's to Garrick's poor success in school, his brothers were unsure what to do with him and ended up giving him pointless jobs to keep him busy and out of the way, which suited Garrick just fine as it left him lots of free time which he usually spent hanging around a bar he had helped to start. However the life of idle leisure soon became boring to a young man like Garrick and he began looking for something to do that might bring more excitement into his life and in doing so fell into the company of a information broker named Thomad Briiken. Through him Garrick was introduced to the world of intelligence gathering and found his calling.
Over the next few years he built up his contacts and delved deeper into the murky world of private espionage, making a name for himself as a competent newcomer. Information brokering more than filled his need for excitement; more acquisition jobs than Garrick cared to count went south in one way or another, leaving violence the only option and other brokers weren't always willing share turf peacefully.
At first he worked for Briiken as an operative but soon had a wide and varied enough network of friends and contacts to begin to do some brokering of his own. However, his network was still far from a proper, professional intelligence network. Garrick was more like a nexus of people who know people who know people and so forth than a proper information broker.
At first his brothers had not been particularly enthusiastic towards Garrick's career change but after information provided by one of his contacts saved them from a bum deal, led them to a good one or provided them information from what their rivals were up to a few times, their attitude began to change. It didn't take them long to realize what an asset Garrick and his connections could be for the business. They granted him a budget and told him to report anything that might affect their business to them. Garrick found this development quite agreeable; it gave him a pair of well paying, steady customers he could be moderately sure wouldn't turn on him at some point.
After the beginning of the war Garrick's workload has increased and he has been courted by both the Imperial Intelligence and the Republic SIS for his services. So far he has been reluctant to work for either side for more than a single job at the time. He is perhaps slightly leaning towards Republic in his allegiance, seeing the Empire as something of a galactic bully, but as he doesn't consider himself having any major stake in the war Garrick is largely neutral.
Roleleplay Sample: The weather outside was dreadful: heavy raindrops bombarded the streets below clearing them more efficiently than a firefight down the block. So, naturally, the Dead Rancor packed full with the best the local society had to offer. Knowing the neighborhood, that wasn't a high praise. The bar was situated in the part of the local level that whatever passed as security on Nar Shaddaa didn't venture, so the best of the local residents barely qualified as the dregs of society. Garrick loved the place: it was the dive around here and always filled to the brim with the best of people and the worst of people personality-wise. Otherwise, everyone consuming alcohol and other beverages beyond the battered front door were unrepentant crooks.
Inside things were rowdy but under control. Sitting at his permanently reserved booth, one of the perks of being a silent partner in the establishment, Garrick had an excellent view of the whole place and could people watch to his hearts content. He knew most people here by name at the very least and most of them knew him. There were some strange faces peeking out of the crowd but the overwhelming of the clientele tonight was made up of regulars.
A single unfamiliar face in particular piqued Garrick's interest: not by being exceptional in positive or negative way but by being twisted into a particularly malicious and determined snarl. Trouble. Anyone going around with that expression on their face wasn't looking to have a cold one after work before heading home and that bulge in their jacket probably wasn't a lunch box. Had the bouncer gone suddenly blind or something. Garrick would have to have some choice words with the guy later, assuming he didn't get a blaster special to the gut for getting involved. Sighing, Garrick set down his drink and headed after the suspicious guy.
Navigating the crowd took a few moments and Garrick arrived at the bar just in time to see the guy with the nasty expression push the barrel of a blaster to the side of some other guy and lean in for what probably weren't sweet nothings. If he had to guess, the duo was about to square some score but from the looks of it the guy number one wasn't planning on murdering the guy number two here in the bar, which gave Garrick some room to work with.
"Hi, mate. Mind putting that piece away before you hurt someone."
The armed fellow turned to Garrick and glared at him. "This ain't none of your business, pal, so sod off and leave me and my friend here to settle our differences in peace."
"I'd love to but I have a particularly vocal conscience and if I just let you 'settle' things with this fine gentleman here it would really bug me. Plus as half of the ownership of this bar, I have a vested interest in seeing no one is kidnapped at gunpoint from the bar. It gives a place a bad rep in the wrong way."
"I couldn't care less. Either you leave now or I'm gonna make you regret not leaving."
Garrick sighed he had hoped this could have been solved by talking but it was becoming clearer by the second that the thug with the gun wasn't interest in listening to reason. This thing the two of them had better be about something interesting, because if it was just about credits and base greed, Garrick was going to be really disappointed but not particularly surprised. On Nar Shaddaa 90% of all quarrels were about credits.
"Look, how about I buy-" Garrrick was cut off by a barrel of a blaster being shoved at his face.
"What did I just say?!" demanded the thug. Loudly.
An eerie silence filled the Rancor and heads turned towards the scene at the bar. Then blasters began to appear, all pointed at the thug now threatening Garrick. I really need to have a chat with the bouncer about what's allowed inside and what isn't, Garrick thought. The thug's face had lost a shade or two of color and his eyes were asking a silent question that could probably be shortened as 'what' after all the curses and expletives had been removed.
"Yeah, that tends to happen when you point a blaster at the guy who buys two rounds a night." Garrick replied to the unasked question. He could see the gears moving in the thug's head as he searched for a way out and used the man's distraction to his advantage. When the thug's attention was away from him for a long enough moment, Garrick pulled out his own blaster, leveling it at the thug's head.
"So now the question is: do you walk out or do they carry you out afterwards?"
