Garrett Blade
Oct 4th, 2001, 02:00:16 PM
Bespin.
Why the hell had Garrett come to Bespin? Was it to meet somebody? Who? Did he owe somebody money? Nah, thats not it. If Garrett owed somebody money he'd probably steal some more off them before doing anything remotely like paying them back. Did he come to cause a fuss? Probably. But that wasn't specific enough to jog his memory. Was he on the run? Actually change that. Was he not on the run! Hah! Funny! That'll be the day. Regardless, for some reason or another, Garrett had come to Bespin to spend a few days on Cloud City. More specifically, the Corellian district of Cloud City. Only the lowest of the low went to the Corellian district. So maybe there was a specific place in the Corellian district for Garrett to go to? Who knows? Who cares? The landing was pretty bad - but then again, landing on top of a married couple making out isn't going to be a pretty picture to many, now is it? Not to you maybe - but if Garrett had been carrying a canvas and palette...
After he'd finished laughing, Garrett looked around. There was a junkie on the corner talking to a whore. Scum. People like that should be burned at the stake. They were a menace to society. Didn't deserve to live. They were still screaming for a full seven seconds after their heads had been ripped off. Garrett's first thought was to make a set of bongo's out of them but decided the sound would have been awful. After washing his hands of the blood in a pool of dirty water, Garrett strolled along the alley way. He didn't care to take note of what alley it was - he wasn't coming back for the ship. It wasn't his. Something had been weighing heavily on Garrett's mind since he left Corellia three days ago. He needed a drink. There was a good cantina just up the road, but the bartender wasn't worth the time of day. he treated everybody like they were bantha fodder, disrespectful to any and all who he met. How could people be like that, what with Jedi around to right the wrongs of other, less-enlightened people?
As he turned the corner onto the main street, Garrett was almost hit by a blaster bolt. But it wasn't intended for him. The girl dropped like a fly. She lay there. On the steps to the brothel. Her limp body fell slightly onto the bottom step but remained there. Her head was tilted backwards on the floor. Her mouth and eyes open wide and lifeless. There was a tear in the mans eye. He loved his sister. That's why he did it. Thats why Garrett killed him. Because he loved her.
Standing outside the cantina ten minutes later, Garrett lit up a cigarra. A lung disease would be a blessing in disguise. As he inhaled, a death parade drove past. Maybe Garrett knew the deceased. Perhaps he would pay a visit some time later. Happy hour was over in a few more minutes, so Garrett waited a little longer. He looked up out of the darkness. It was so much brighter on the upper levels of the city. He could just make out the light on the horizon above the Jedi embassy.
Now he remembered.
Why the hell had Garrett come to Bespin? Was it to meet somebody? Who? Did he owe somebody money? Nah, thats not it. If Garrett owed somebody money he'd probably steal some more off them before doing anything remotely like paying them back. Did he come to cause a fuss? Probably. But that wasn't specific enough to jog his memory. Was he on the run? Actually change that. Was he not on the run! Hah! Funny! That'll be the day. Regardless, for some reason or another, Garrett had come to Bespin to spend a few days on Cloud City. More specifically, the Corellian district of Cloud City. Only the lowest of the low went to the Corellian district. So maybe there was a specific place in the Corellian district for Garrett to go to? Who knows? Who cares? The landing was pretty bad - but then again, landing on top of a married couple making out isn't going to be a pretty picture to many, now is it? Not to you maybe - but if Garrett had been carrying a canvas and palette...
After he'd finished laughing, Garrett looked around. There was a junkie on the corner talking to a whore. Scum. People like that should be burned at the stake. They were a menace to society. Didn't deserve to live. They were still screaming for a full seven seconds after their heads had been ripped off. Garrett's first thought was to make a set of bongo's out of them but decided the sound would have been awful. After washing his hands of the blood in a pool of dirty water, Garrett strolled along the alley way. He didn't care to take note of what alley it was - he wasn't coming back for the ship. It wasn't his. Something had been weighing heavily on Garrett's mind since he left Corellia three days ago. He needed a drink. There was a good cantina just up the road, but the bartender wasn't worth the time of day. he treated everybody like they were bantha fodder, disrespectful to any and all who he met. How could people be like that, what with Jedi around to right the wrongs of other, less-enlightened people?
As he turned the corner onto the main street, Garrett was almost hit by a blaster bolt. But it wasn't intended for him. The girl dropped like a fly. She lay there. On the steps to the brothel. Her limp body fell slightly onto the bottom step but remained there. Her head was tilted backwards on the floor. Her mouth and eyes open wide and lifeless. There was a tear in the mans eye. He loved his sister. That's why he did it. Thats why Garrett killed him. Because he loved her.
Standing outside the cantina ten minutes later, Garrett lit up a cigarra. A lung disease would be a blessing in disguise. As he inhaled, a death parade drove past. Maybe Garrett knew the deceased. Perhaps he would pay a visit some time later. Happy hour was over in a few more minutes, so Garrett waited a little longer. He looked up out of the darkness. It was so much brighter on the upper levels of the city. He could just make out the light on the horizon above the Jedi embassy.
Now he remembered.