Xel Kasum
Jul 31st, 2003, 07:27:52 AM
Another successful mission, if I do say so myself. The target was dead and the incriminating evidence was in place. Now all I had to do was make sure I wasn’t followed. There didn’t appear to be anybody nearby who’d suspect anything to do so, but you can never be too careful. Leaving the rifle where it was, on the duracrete rooftop of an old polling station, I stand and skim my black trouser legs with my gloved hand to get rid of any dirt or gravel, and turn away from the scene of the service to society and take my leave. I take my time across the glass panels hanging off nothing more than metal scaffolding. Peering down into the depths of the polling station, I see nothing but rows of chairs and ballot boxes. It seems the building hasn’t been derelict for too long. And unless I’m mistaken, it won’t be too long until the building finds new purpose. Yes indeed, the times they are a-changin’!
My name’s Xel Kasum. But that’s Mr. Kasum to you. I’m somewhat of a freelance assassin although a more general description would be a gun for hire. What’s that? Scum? You’re calling me scum? Don’t make me laugh! I’m the cure for the itch that’s been irritating society for years now. I don’t kill people like those so-called bounty hunters. I’m just an honest guy trying to make a living in a corrupt galaxy whilst trying to make it a better place to live in. I help people. Like that woman across the street being harassed by those thugs. Walking over, I calmly draw my pistol and aim at the first gentleman.
”Hey pal – why don’t you leave this nice lady alone. If you’re so tough why don’t you do us all a favour and go harass some Sith, or better yet the Jedi.”
He looks at me as if I’ve got three heads, then turns his attention back to the woman who’s clearly relieved at my intervention. I aim down and shoot the man in the leg. He screams and his friends back away. He does the same, albeit limping, and they run down an alley with their tail between their legs. The woman smiles and goes to thank me.
”Save it sister. Don’t thank me. Thank the Jedi – that’s why I’m here.”
I carry on down the street. The speedways are dead this time of night, which is good since I hate speeders. I prefer the metro or walking. I only use space travel if its absolutely necessary. So far it hasn’t been since I arrived on Coruscant eight years ago. A bar catches my eye so I take it as a sign and go inside. After ordering a drink I take a seat at the bar and wait. I slip a hand down the inside pocket of my jacket and take out a sufficient amount of credits and place the on the bar. I honestly don’t know why I’m in here but I always go with my gut instincts. Maybe I should have been a cop. Thinking back, it was around about the same time I came to Coruscant when I met Taro. We’ve got a lot in common, him and I. I remember thinking to myself “No way – he’s cracked.” But the more I got to know Taro, I couldn’t help but feel he had all the answers. And I was the one with all the questions. I still am, to a different extent.
My name’s Xel Kasum. But that’s Mr. Kasum to you. I’m somewhat of a freelance assassin although a more general description would be a gun for hire. What’s that? Scum? You’re calling me scum? Don’t make me laugh! I’m the cure for the itch that’s been irritating society for years now. I don’t kill people like those so-called bounty hunters. I’m just an honest guy trying to make a living in a corrupt galaxy whilst trying to make it a better place to live in. I help people. Like that woman across the street being harassed by those thugs. Walking over, I calmly draw my pistol and aim at the first gentleman.
”Hey pal – why don’t you leave this nice lady alone. If you’re so tough why don’t you do us all a favour and go harass some Sith, or better yet the Jedi.”
He looks at me as if I’ve got three heads, then turns his attention back to the woman who’s clearly relieved at my intervention. I aim down and shoot the man in the leg. He screams and his friends back away. He does the same, albeit limping, and they run down an alley with their tail between their legs. The woman smiles and goes to thank me.
”Save it sister. Don’t thank me. Thank the Jedi – that’s why I’m here.”
I carry on down the street. The speedways are dead this time of night, which is good since I hate speeders. I prefer the metro or walking. I only use space travel if its absolutely necessary. So far it hasn’t been since I arrived on Coruscant eight years ago. A bar catches my eye so I take it as a sign and go inside. After ordering a drink I take a seat at the bar and wait. I slip a hand down the inside pocket of my jacket and take out a sufficient amount of credits and place the on the bar. I honestly don’t know why I’m in here but I always go with my gut instincts. Maybe I should have been a cop. Thinking back, it was around about the same time I came to Coruscant when I met Taro. We’ve got a lot in common, him and I. I remember thinking to myself “No way – he’s cracked.” But the more I got to know Taro, I couldn’t help but feel he had all the answers. And I was the one with all the questions. I still am, to a different extent.