Rast
Nov 12th, 2003, 12:21:22 PM
Rast is out and about, sitting atop an old, rusted-out dumpster that hasn't moved for ten or twenty years. His speeder bike is hidden inside it, kept safe from the weather and the greedy hands of his own gang. By his side is a case of sodas; alcohol tends to make his operations run less smoothly than he'd like.
His people are coming in and out of the alley, gathering whatever valuables they can steal from stores or rob from the citizenry. Rast, the boss of this outfit, doesn't have to do the work. They know he's a darkside Force user, and he's made his specialty of energy absorption quite clear to them. They won't try anything, not when they know he can turn their blasterbolts back at them.
Rast's gang slowly gathers around 2 AM, ending their work for the night. Rast counts out the credits and hands each man and woman there a "paycheck", keeping the rest of the haul for himself.
"Now go play," he says dismissively, but someone--maybe even a something--is blocking the other end of the alley, and his people stand rooted to their spots. "Oh, well don't all charge off at once," he mutters, having not seen the obstacle at the alley's end.
His people are coming in and out of the alley, gathering whatever valuables they can steal from stores or rob from the citizenry. Rast, the boss of this outfit, doesn't have to do the work. They know he's a darkside Force user, and he's made his specialty of energy absorption quite clear to them. They won't try anything, not when they know he can turn their blasterbolts back at them.
Rast's gang slowly gathers around 2 AM, ending their work for the night. Rast counts out the credits and hands each man and woman there a "paycheck", keeping the rest of the haul for himself.
"Now go play," he says dismissively, but someone--maybe even a something--is blocking the other end of the alley, and his people stand rooted to their spots. "Oh, well don't all charge off at once," he mutters, having not seen the obstacle at the alley's end.