Grym Kandle
May 26th, 2005, 12:59:15 AM
Grym slowly stood from dingy cot he was sleeping on and stared out the small square window to his side. This motel was not all the shoddy advertisement cracked it up to be but then again, nothing in Nar Shadda was ever half as good as it looked. And even then...
He ran a hand through his platinum hair slowly before he let it drift down the left side of his face. He could feel the veins and scars vaguely on the nerve damaged skin as it slid down his cheek. Revolting... pathetic... anguish ran through Grym's mind as his hand shook involuntarily. He was sure his face was contorting but he would not have been able to feel it regardless. He gazed down at both shaking hands now and examined the little green cuts around the tips of his fingers. Clarity was worth it. It was all worth it.
He reached into his cloak hung over the single chair in the small room withdrew a black case. From there, he withdrew a small thimble sized cup and a vial half full with fine emerald sand. The stopper went next and a miniscule amount of the sand went into the cup. Grym's hands were not shaking anymore. The vial was put away and a small syringe replaced it in his hand. Grym was methodical, an expert in this and a few other things. The syringe squirted out a little of the liquid within into the cup and a slight hissing noise could be heard coming from inside the small cup. His hands were not shaking but his eyes were dilated with anticipation and his spine shivered with mental dependency and hunger. He downed the small cup quickly and placed it back in the case with the syringe and closed them away, resting back in his cloak.
The Clarity of Glitterstim was a profound experience. There were several to take the potent drug and in a liquid form was the roughest but most effective. It tore apart your digestive system but the reaction of it was far longer than any other method. Grym saw it as a fair trade, he did not want a large appetite while on Nar Shadda anyways. The food could not have been much better for him. But the Clarity...
His senses were heightened, he could almost feel the passing of time, and recognize some kind of unseen... thing lying beneath reality. Sometimes he thought he saw glimpses of the future but Glitterstim was known for causing deja vu like that. The best thing about all of it was that it really was an enhancer, not just something that made you "feel" like everything was above par. But it all came at such a price.
Grym laid back on his small cot, breathing in deeply as he was not sure whether the rush of life he felt was his own blood or the planet-city of Nar Shadda.
* * *
The catwalk in the hangar was dim and shady and his cloak wrapped securely about him had gotten him this far without anyone noticing his presence. His now gloved hand reached inside his cloak and activated the SFG (stealth-field-generator) as he crept closer to view his objective. His footsteps were dampened by the SFG and he knew in this lighting, he was near invisible. As he should be. The mask that covered his face served more than its general purpose of hiding the scars of drug abuse as it gave him night vision and tracked the movement of the beings below him.
The mask had been a gift from his last boss. A good boss, worth the effort he'd put into the syndicate. So was the mask. It had several general purposes that served Grym's specific needs, night vision, magnification, infrared thermal imaging, movement tracking, and a deciphering module. It also had vents which would support Grym in a variety of environments. Yes, well worth the work. But he wasn't finished paying back for it. Just a few more things to do.
"Does anyone else feel like we're being watched?"
Captain Breft'Kel. A man who always needed somone to guard his back because far too many had plans to put a blaster bolt in it. Grym had to give it to him though, he'd always found some loyal dogs to watch it for him. The smuggler turned small time syndicate boss had thought to loan some money from Grym's boss and then kill them afterwards. He had mostly succeeded. Grym was still alive though so in the worst case scenario, he had failed.
The Captain had a Bothan and an Aqualish on his back this time, and those two carried riot control supressors, usually carried by the Corporate Security Force. They carried their worth. The Captain had five blaster pistols on him, none of those in his hand. For a simple human, Grym saw it a bit excessive. Regardless of how they were armed, Grym had no intention of confronting them yet. The shipment hadn't arrived. Grym pulled the cloak to him tightly as he disengaged the SFG and rested in a crouched postion, waiting.
Time passed and the three came back out of their ship as the main door to the hangar opened. Four beings led a large train of two crates into the hangar. Shraxx, the trandoshan that had betrayed Grym's former syndicate led the group. For a moment, Grym's breathing picked up but he quickly stilled himself once more, activating the SFG in case of the trandoshan or either of the three humans with him taking notice above them.
"You're late Shraxx. Tell me that means you have absolutely everything?"
Always so confident, Captain.
"Of courssssse Captain, glittersssssstim, ryll, carssssssunum, andrisssssss, yarrock, and ssssweetblosssssssssom."
So maybe the Captain was not small time, merely short handed and dealing with the most loyal and unloyal kind of scum in Nar Shadda. Those spices were no joke. Sweetblossom was the strongest narcotic on the blackmarket and you did not just crate it around like that. Then again, no one but Grym was alive anymore to have a problem with Shraxx, so Grym could see the confidence in the act. And the glitterstim... photoactive as it may be and with a short shelf life, Grym still saw the advantage of getting away with those spoils. Not to mention the credits he could pull of the others.
"Let me see the goods, Shraxx."
"Now, now, Captain. You know assss well assss I do that glittersssstim isssssn't any good exposssssed. Here'sss an xxxxxx-ray of the cratessss though if that will pleassssse."
The Captain grabbed the pad and examined it before blowing a few strands of hair out of his face in covered sign of exasperation. One could not just make the jump from simple smuggler to syndicate boss so easily.
He ran a hand through his platinum hair slowly before he let it drift down the left side of his face. He could feel the veins and scars vaguely on the nerve damaged skin as it slid down his cheek. Revolting... pathetic... anguish ran through Grym's mind as his hand shook involuntarily. He was sure his face was contorting but he would not have been able to feel it regardless. He gazed down at both shaking hands now and examined the little green cuts around the tips of his fingers. Clarity was worth it. It was all worth it.
He reached into his cloak hung over the single chair in the small room withdrew a black case. From there, he withdrew a small thimble sized cup and a vial half full with fine emerald sand. The stopper went next and a miniscule amount of the sand went into the cup. Grym's hands were not shaking anymore. The vial was put away and a small syringe replaced it in his hand. Grym was methodical, an expert in this and a few other things. The syringe squirted out a little of the liquid within into the cup and a slight hissing noise could be heard coming from inside the small cup. His hands were not shaking but his eyes were dilated with anticipation and his spine shivered with mental dependency and hunger. He downed the small cup quickly and placed it back in the case with the syringe and closed them away, resting back in his cloak.
The Clarity of Glitterstim was a profound experience. There were several to take the potent drug and in a liquid form was the roughest but most effective. It tore apart your digestive system but the reaction of it was far longer than any other method. Grym saw it as a fair trade, he did not want a large appetite while on Nar Shadda anyways. The food could not have been much better for him. But the Clarity...
His senses were heightened, he could almost feel the passing of time, and recognize some kind of unseen... thing lying beneath reality. Sometimes he thought he saw glimpses of the future but Glitterstim was known for causing deja vu like that. The best thing about all of it was that it really was an enhancer, not just something that made you "feel" like everything was above par. But it all came at such a price.
Grym laid back on his small cot, breathing in deeply as he was not sure whether the rush of life he felt was his own blood or the planet-city of Nar Shadda.
* * *
The catwalk in the hangar was dim and shady and his cloak wrapped securely about him had gotten him this far without anyone noticing his presence. His now gloved hand reached inside his cloak and activated the SFG (stealth-field-generator) as he crept closer to view his objective. His footsteps were dampened by the SFG and he knew in this lighting, he was near invisible. As he should be. The mask that covered his face served more than its general purpose of hiding the scars of drug abuse as it gave him night vision and tracked the movement of the beings below him.
The mask had been a gift from his last boss. A good boss, worth the effort he'd put into the syndicate. So was the mask. It had several general purposes that served Grym's specific needs, night vision, magnification, infrared thermal imaging, movement tracking, and a deciphering module. It also had vents which would support Grym in a variety of environments. Yes, well worth the work. But he wasn't finished paying back for it. Just a few more things to do.
"Does anyone else feel like we're being watched?"
Captain Breft'Kel. A man who always needed somone to guard his back because far too many had plans to put a blaster bolt in it. Grym had to give it to him though, he'd always found some loyal dogs to watch it for him. The smuggler turned small time syndicate boss had thought to loan some money from Grym's boss and then kill them afterwards. He had mostly succeeded. Grym was still alive though so in the worst case scenario, he had failed.
The Captain had a Bothan and an Aqualish on his back this time, and those two carried riot control supressors, usually carried by the Corporate Security Force. They carried their worth. The Captain had five blaster pistols on him, none of those in his hand. For a simple human, Grym saw it a bit excessive. Regardless of how they were armed, Grym had no intention of confronting them yet. The shipment hadn't arrived. Grym pulled the cloak to him tightly as he disengaged the SFG and rested in a crouched postion, waiting.
Time passed and the three came back out of their ship as the main door to the hangar opened. Four beings led a large train of two crates into the hangar. Shraxx, the trandoshan that had betrayed Grym's former syndicate led the group. For a moment, Grym's breathing picked up but he quickly stilled himself once more, activating the SFG in case of the trandoshan or either of the three humans with him taking notice above them.
"You're late Shraxx. Tell me that means you have absolutely everything?"
Always so confident, Captain.
"Of courssssse Captain, glittersssssstim, ryll, carssssssunum, andrisssssss, yarrock, and ssssweetblosssssssssom."
So maybe the Captain was not small time, merely short handed and dealing with the most loyal and unloyal kind of scum in Nar Shadda. Those spices were no joke. Sweetblossom was the strongest narcotic on the blackmarket and you did not just crate it around like that. Then again, no one but Grym was alive anymore to have a problem with Shraxx, so Grym could see the confidence in the act. And the glitterstim... photoactive as it may be and with a short shelf life, Grym still saw the advantage of getting away with those spoils. Not to mention the credits he could pull of the others.
"Let me see the goods, Shraxx."
"Now, now, Captain. You know assss well assss I do that glittersssstim isssssn't any good exposssssed. Here'sss an xxxxxx-ray of the cratessss though if that will pleassssse."
The Captain grabbed the pad and examined it before blowing a few strands of hair out of his face in covered sign of exasperation. One could not just make the jump from simple smuggler to syndicate boss so easily.