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Long nights, hard days, and very little breaks at the main bar on Talus had driven Sari mad. Customers would constantly spit on him, cough beer or whatever they were drinking on him, and sometimes even rob him. Decay mites were rampant in this cantina and unceasingly they snapped at him and bit at him. The raw wages that he received from his ruthless slumlord combined with the poor housing, working place, and awful customers, drove him to a rage.
As usual, the hutts and their bounty hunters were in charge of numerous areas of his life. They determined what house he got, how much free time he got, and how many credits he received. One night he had had enough. He had been plotting for some time on how he could seek his revenge on his captors. Because that's what they really were. There was no way that you could escape from their bondage. Sari did not have enough money to move to a better world nor did he have the willpower.
But he had finally mustered enough rage inside of him. On the very night of his shift, a certain humanoid customer attempted to throw a haymaker punch at him. Sari didn't know how he did it but all of a sudden he had the strength of a man 3X his size and weight and the speed of a marathon runner. He had grabbed a knife from another customers pocket and immediately stabbed it into the mans chest right above his shoulder. This was a fatal would that instantly killed the human.
The entire bar went quiet and Sari signaled for the band to start playing again. They did and everyone resumed talking but there was an errie feeling that would not leave the bar. However, Sari decided to leave and he threw off his work attire and ran outside. His power and his rage had consumed him......and he loved it.
http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=16917 <--
((There's my prof.))
As usual, the hutts and their bounty hunters were in charge of numerous areas of his life. They determined what house he got, how much free time he got, and how many credits he received. One night he had had enough. He had been plotting for some time on how he could seek his revenge on his captors. Because that's what they really were. There was no way that you could escape from their bondage. Sari did not have enough money to move to a better world nor did he have the willpower.
But he had finally mustered enough rage inside of him. On the very night of his shift, a certain humanoid customer attempted to throw a haymaker punch at him. Sari didn't know how he did it but all of a sudden he had the strength of a man 3X his size and weight and the speed of a marathon runner. He had grabbed a knife from another customers pocket and immediately stabbed it into the mans chest right above his shoulder. This was a fatal would that instantly killed the human.
The entire bar went quiet and Sari signaled for the band to start playing again. They did and everyone resumed talking but there was an errie feeling that would not leave the bar. However, Sari decided to leave and he threw off his work attire and ran outside. His power and his rage had consumed him......and he loved it.
http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=16917 <--
((There's my prof.))