Post by Cam on Mar 24, 2009 22:12:23 GMT -5
Kharras Lothlorean, the 10'6" Togorian assassin, calmly walked from the crowded office building. His massive size caused many to stop and stare out of sheer awe. Togorians were naturally large, but Kharras was the largest as he stood heads taller than even Wookiees. He clicked the comm-unit that was in his right ear, speaking in a deep low grumble of a voice, "It is done..." he spoke, awaiting the answer of the Hutt on the other end of the comm.
He had just eliminated a very wealthy and very powerful business man in the busy capital city of Theed, along with a small squad of the man's personal bodyguards. The fight had took a matter of minutes and he'd been out before any suspicion could be linked back to him, this wasn't his first rodeo. He wasn't sure for the exact reason behind the assassination, it had something to do with the man's business interests interfering with his own boss'. Truthfully he didn't care one way or the other, he was given an assignment and he had executed it, case closed.
"Oh Kharras...I knew I could count on you...the credits should be in your account....when are you coming home..? I miss having my kitty around.." The female Hutt spoke through the comm-link, the last part of the message sending the fur on the back of Kharras' neck to standing on end. He -hated- when she called him that, it had been her pet name for him ever since he'd started working for her, and it never got any easier for him to hear. Which is why she said it to him, she loved pushing his buttons, and she could, because she signed his paychecks so to speak.
He snapped off the comm-link as he pulled out his oversized datapad to fit his large hands and pulled up his personal bank account, watching as the credits tallied up, the overall sum of his total net value was higher than most middle-class families entire income for their entire lives. He was one of the best at what he did, and his pay rate reflected that. But he had no need for money outside of the essentials; food, armor, weapons, and transportation. Aside from that the money did nothing but sit in his account. It was always about the job to Kharras, about having a purpose, having a reason for living other than simply drifting.
He watched as a rather rough looking individual was passing by him, keeping his eyes trained on the large Togorian, a menacing glare to his features. The man thought he was hard, that much was obvious, and it seemed he was trying to boost his own self-confidence by staring down the Togorian. A small smirk spread across Kharras' feline-esque lips and he then leaned forward, opening his massive jaw wide as he emitted a roar directly into the man's face. The man's eyes grew to astronomical proportions as he stumbled backwards, falling onto the pavement and scooting even farther back. Kharras raised back up, watching as a wet spot began to appear on the front of the man's pants. He let out a small chuckle as he turned and continued walking. Humans..
He had just eliminated a very wealthy and very powerful business man in the busy capital city of Theed, along with a small squad of the man's personal bodyguards. The fight had took a matter of minutes and he'd been out before any suspicion could be linked back to him, this wasn't his first rodeo. He wasn't sure for the exact reason behind the assassination, it had something to do with the man's business interests interfering with his own boss'. Truthfully he didn't care one way or the other, he was given an assignment and he had executed it, case closed.
"Oh Kharras...I knew I could count on you...the credits should be in your account....when are you coming home..? I miss having my kitty around.." The female Hutt spoke through the comm-link, the last part of the message sending the fur on the back of Kharras' neck to standing on end. He -hated- when she called him that, it had been her pet name for him ever since he'd started working for her, and it never got any easier for him to hear. Which is why she said it to him, she loved pushing his buttons, and she could, because she signed his paychecks so to speak.
He snapped off the comm-link as he pulled out his oversized datapad to fit his large hands and pulled up his personal bank account, watching as the credits tallied up, the overall sum of his total net value was higher than most middle-class families entire income for their entire lives. He was one of the best at what he did, and his pay rate reflected that. But he had no need for money outside of the essentials; food, armor, weapons, and transportation. Aside from that the money did nothing but sit in his account. It was always about the job to Kharras, about having a purpose, having a reason for living other than simply drifting.
He watched as a rather rough looking individual was passing by him, keeping his eyes trained on the large Togorian, a menacing glare to his features. The man thought he was hard, that much was obvious, and it seemed he was trying to boost his own self-confidence by staring down the Togorian. A small smirk spread across Kharras' feline-esque lips and he then leaned forward, opening his massive jaw wide as he emitted a roar directly into the man's face. The man's eyes grew to astronomical proportions as he stumbled backwards, falling onto the pavement and scooting even farther back. Kharras raised back up, watching as a wet spot began to appear on the front of the man's pants. He let out a small chuckle as he turned and continued walking. Humans..