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Caim wrote:*Random Alley in the Old Quarter*

Two men held Caim locked by the arms, as a third proceeded to pummel him. Caim's face was swollen, battered and bruised from the beating, his collar soaking up the blood. Breathing heavily, the man pauses his assault on Caim to speak, "You can make the pain stop. Just tell us where you stashed the boss' creds and you can walk away. You don't even have to come back and work for 'im no more."

Caim raised his mangled face to look the man in the eye, his cracked and bleeding lips quirking up into a smile and his teeth stained red with blood. "That's 'cause I'll be dead, Vik. You know as much as I no one walks away from the boss alive. Now I'm tellin' you, I ain't got his money. The Togorian does." His smile fades as he spits blood in Vik's face. "So you and the boss can go kriff each other."

Vik brings up his arm to wipe the blood and spittle on his cheek with his sleeve. For a moment, he just stared at Caim. His face then contorted into a wild grimace as he redoubled his efforts in battering him. This went on for a while before Caim yells out, "Alright! Alright... I'll tell you where it is." Vik doesn't lower his fist, keeping it pulled back and ready to continue. "You ready to spill?"

Breathing raggedly, Caim nods, "Just put me down." Vik nods at his two companions and they let Caim drop to his knees. He falls forward, catching himself from falling flat on the ground with his hands. Vik places his boot on Caim's shoulder as he leans forward to rest his arms on his knee. "Hurry up and talk, ain't got all kriffin' day." Vik increases the pressure on Caim's shoulder with his boot, "Where is it?" Caim's arms begin to shake from the increased weight as he mutters out, "It's in..." Vik leans in closer, his eyes narrow as his furrowed brows connect, "What's that?"

Caim pushes himself up and forward, causing Vik to topple back as he loses balance. Rising forward, Caim connects his right fist with Vik's groin, causing the man to squeal obscenities as he fell backwards. At the same time Caim exclaims, "Shoved it up your twi'lek momma's choobies when Roth and I kriffed 'er!"

Caim spun around, spraying a handful of sand he had picked up with his left hand in the faces of the men who had held him. Moving towards the man to his right, he brought his knee up to hit him in his nether regions which caused him to keel over in pain. He stepped back just in time to avoid a hook the other guy randomly threw. Caim then pivoted and took the other man down with a tackle to the mid-section. He straddled him and began to throw punch after punch in the downed man's face, not heeding Vik and the other guy behind him as they recovered themselves. They pulled him off their friend and tossed him backwards against a wall and proceeded to beat and kick the sithspit out of him. When they were done, Vik grabbed Caim by the hair and spat in his face, "You've got 'til the next day to come up with the creds you little sithspit, or I'll take my knife to your crotch. You hear me?"

Vik shoved Caim's face in the dirt, and kicked him in the ribs several more times before he and his companions turned and left the alley. Caim laid there, unmoving. He then turned onto his back and began to chuckle, as his body was wracked with pain. His chuckling slowly faded as the pain consumed him and he blacked out.

Caim wrote:*Random Alley in the Old Quarter*

The Togorian none-too-gently shakes the man by the shoulders, hefting him up a little.

Caim found himself caught in a hurricane, his body tossed violently around in the air. He tried to struggle against it, but couldn't find the strength. Through the raging winds, he could hear something. A voice in the distance, gaining volume as it attempted to pierce through to get to him.

"[size=50]Hey, Caim, wake up, partner! Whattayou lyin' around for? Let's get movin'.[/size] [size=85]Three thugs trackin' us. Two dead, one scared.[/size] [size=150]So let's go.[/size]"

Caim's eyelids snapped open, as his pupils slowly adjusted to take in the image of a face slowly materializing in front of him. He felt two strong hands that shook his shoulders painfully as it held him up a little. His blurred vision slowly steadied and the figure before him became apparent. Roth's ugly mug, by Caim's standards, appeared in his sights. A little too close for comfort, he could smell the unpleasant stench that wafted from his breath. Caim quickly reared his fist back, then it shot forward and hit Roth in the face.

"Urmmf! [size=85]Kriffff- me[/size]." Caim stifled a yelp of pain as his fist connected with Roth's tough face. He attempted to shrug him off and rolled onto his front and pushed himself up. Without looking he said, "Roth! Sorry, didn't know it was you right away." He knew it was him soon as he laid his eyes on his ugly choobies. "Where the kriff've you been? We were supposed to meet hours ago! Vik's ugly crew o'rodders jumped me-"

Caim's eyes shot up to look at the sky to see how long he'd been out, since he didn't have a chrono on him. It looked as if he'd been out cold for a couple of hours atleast. Stretching his body, the pain he'd felt earlier had dialed down a couple of notches. The scrapes and cuts had closed and the bruises and swelling of his face had almost faded. The blood on him and his clothes had dried to a crusted, dark shade. Dusting the sand off of him he turned to Roth and said, "Don't worry, creds are safe. Idiots had no inkling it was right-" He moved, slightly hobbling, towards a pile of crates a few paces down the alley. Reaching behind them, he pulls out a bag. "-here."

Caim tosses the bag over to Roth, "Find any information while you were off gallivanting around then? You know what, don't bother." Cracking his neck left, then right, Caim brings his hand up to the back of his neck, massaging it. "I hear tell we might find what we're lookin' for in Chalmun's." Without looking to see if Roth was following him, Caim turns and begins to walk away.

Caim wrote:Caim stepped out from the bustling crowds of Mos Eisley's citystreets, into the seedy cesspit of liver failure and villainy known as, Chalmun's Cantina.

He didn't bother with skulking through the back entrance or cloaking his accursed good looks. Since there was no hiding the hulking figure of Roth the Togorian who stood behind him. Taking a few steps deeper into Chalmun's, he recognizes a few faces looking his way. And as soon as his eyes meet theirs, they break eyecontact to chatter amongst themselves. Probably to gossip about the dead man who just walked in. From the peripheral of his vision, Caim notices a shrouded figure get up and move towards the exit. He sidesteps to his right just as the hooded man was about to pass him, his shoulder connecting with the man's own serves as a rude nudge to jar the man off his course. Turning to face him, Caim says in a low voice, "You tell Vik if he sets foot in 'ere, only one of us walks out in one piece." Me, he thinks to himself.

Caim smirks as he continues forward, not paying anymore attention to the thug as he ran out the door to no doubt, report his whereabouts and deliver his cocksure message.

Noticing that nearly all the booths were taken, Caim weaves through the crowded Cantina, his path unimpeded. He likes to think that it has something to do with him, but probably had more to do with Roth's intimidating bulk. Reaching a booth that was situated on the righthand side of the Cantina near the bar, Caim rests his hands on the table. Leaning in with a crooked smile, he says to the patrons occupying the booth, "Looks to me like you fellas are just about done with them drinks."

One of the table's occupants releases his bottle and moves to reach for something within his cloak, but his companion grabs him by the wrist and gestures with a nod at Roth's menacing presence. With a hesitant tone the man speaks, "Yeah, we was jus' finishin' up."

They rise to their feet and quickly shuffle out the booth. Caim turns to Roth with a cocky grin and says, "Who needs 'em Jedi tricks eh? That charming face o'yours is almost as good."

Sliding onto a chair in the booth, Caim reaches for a half-finished bottle one of the previous occupants left behind. He takes a swig before putting it down and reaching for the slugthrower he kept hidden. He discreetly pulls it out, and releases the clip. It had several rounds left in it. Sliding the magazine back in, he double checks the safety before tucking the slugthrower into his waistbelt and lowering his shirt over to conceal it. Taking another swig from the bottle, he claps Roth on the shoulder as he gets up and says, "Keep an eye out for Vik and any other o'Kotrek's thugs."

Leaving the booth, Caim makes his way over to a beat-up looking jukebox. He skims through the list of songs before finally settling on one. As the previous one dies down and the new song starts up, Caim moves to lean his back against the wall near the jukebox. Taking another swig from his bottle, he thinks back to the informant he had spoken with prior to getting jumped by Vik and his boys. The man told him that there were smugglers in town, and that he would more than likely find them in here. As he scans the crowded cantina, Caim sorts out his thoughts. In here somewhere was a ticket out of this sithspithole.

He takes one last swig from his bottle.