Carl Simons
May 23rd, 2004, 06:10:00 PM
'Its not just about Speeder's Mickey, you cant sell these for four hundred thousand credits man, i mean look at this one, a Yuken 360, i look at the list Mickey and it aint' on the thing.' Giving the fat,bald man who looked like he was sweating madly a clout around the chops with the data pad. Carl turned around, unimpressed, they have delivered the wrong shipment of Speeder's for a second time. It was getting out of hand, it had to be sorted.
Carl detested incompetence.
' Your not that much use to me alive are you Mickey? thats two...' He held two fingers up over his shoulder without turning '...two shipments of Speeder's your guys over on Nar Shadda have frelled up and its just cracking me and the boys here up, its a joke surely?'
Needless to say this was a lie.
"But Mr.Simons we were simply following what your Data-Comm said, the one you sent 3 weeks ago. I-i cant follow anything but-"He stopped talking, Carl had turned around, his face said it all, it was black, expressionless, frelled off.
' Mickey? Do i hear you blaiming The Meat King and his associates for this 42 carat frell up? Could i be hearing this correctly?'
"No, but Mr.Simons, what i meant was- The Meat King-Well"
'Oh Mickey, you were better standing up for yourself rather than sniverling you pieace of Bantha cack, shut the frell up!'
"But Mr.Simons-"
SHEEEINK-CRLUMP!
Mickey fell to his knees is so much pain his mouth was open yet no sound came from its gaping hole, The Speeder smuggerler gripped his arm, or what was let of it, like a crying baby. From he elbow down his arm had been severed and was lying on the floor of the transport ship a few feet away.
Infront of him stood Carl, his Katana drawn and its tip touching the adams apple of Mickey's neck.
' The price one pays for failing The Meat King, i trust you wont again? We dont want him displeased do we son? We will take these Speeders off you for a discount price of one hundred and fifty thousand. Do we have an accord, sir?'
Mickey whimpered.
The Meat Kings men laughed and chuckled.
' Good, alright boys, start loading this pile of Dren on the trucks and lets haul them out, pile of crap but sellible. I shall be taking your...remains to The Meat King, to proove i dealt with you. Dont let this happen again Mickey, Capesh?'
Without another word Carls men started to haul the swoops and speeders out of the loading ramp of the ship onto unmarked trucks that would be taken back to The Meat King for his privet inspection, or rather Bishop would do it for him.
Carl detested incompetence.
' Your not that much use to me alive are you Mickey? thats two...' He held two fingers up over his shoulder without turning '...two shipments of Speeder's your guys over on Nar Shadda have frelled up and its just cracking me and the boys here up, its a joke surely?'
Needless to say this was a lie.
"But Mr.Simons we were simply following what your Data-Comm said, the one you sent 3 weeks ago. I-i cant follow anything but-"He stopped talking, Carl had turned around, his face said it all, it was black, expressionless, frelled off.
' Mickey? Do i hear you blaiming The Meat King and his associates for this 42 carat frell up? Could i be hearing this correctly?'
"No, but Mr.Simons, what i meant was- The Meat King-Well"
'Oh Mickey, you were better standing up for yourself rather than sniverling you pieace of Bantha cack, shut the frell up!'
"But Mr.Simons-"
SHEEEINK-CRLUMP!
Mickey fell to his knees is so much pain his mouth was open yet no sound came from its gaping hole, The Speeder smuggerler gripped his arm, or what was let of it, like a crying baby. From he elbow down his arm had been severed and was lying on the floor of the transport ship a few feet away.
Infront of him stood Carl, his Katana drawn and its tip touching the adams apple of Mickey's neck.
' The price one pays for failing The Meat King, i trust you wont again? We dont want him displeased do we son? We will take these Speeders off you for a discount price of one hundred and fifty thousand. Do we have an accord, sir?'
Mickey whimpered.
The Meat Kings men laughed and chuckled.
' Good, alright boys, start loading this pile of Dren on the trucks and lets haul them out, pile of crap but sellible. I shall be taking your...remains to The Meat King, to proove i dealt with you. Dont let this happen again Mickey, Capesh?'
Without another word Carls men started to haul the swoops and speeders out of the loading ramp of the ship onto unmarked trucks that would be taken back to The Meat King for his privet inspection, or rather Bishop would do it for him.