Diversification

Aska Ryun

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Ever since her first trip to Iziz, Aska had fallen in love with Onderon. It was unlike any other world she had seen with its ancient architecture and dominating walls that surrounded the city, shielding it from the dangers of the jungles beyond. The people were welcoming, the weather was spectacular. If she was pressed, she would have a hard time considering whether Onderon or Zeltros has taken her number one pick for a destination holiday.

“Heh… Wonder how Administrator L’Amara is these days,” Aska thought to herself with a coy smile as she walked the streets with her hood drawn over her head. After the incident with Klied’s newest pet, the clone had decided that perhaps it was best if she got out and away from the manor for a time to clear her head. The stress of everything that had transpired in recent days had certainly worn them all down. The huttball game had provided an excellent distraction for their little group and the business arrangement that had been established between Thorne and herself in regards to Ali’s talents had given the clone something to look forward to in the future. Maybe, just maybe, things were starting to finally look up. Still, there was much to do to get everyone’s lives back on track. Primarily her own.

Walking through the market square and towards what Aska could only reasonably describe as Iziz’s scummier side of town, the sounds of music echoing from a run down building found its way to her ears. Coming to a stop to pull a cigarra from her jacket, the clone’s foot began to tap to the beat. It only meant one thing; her desires needed fulfillment. Lighting the tabacc, a smirk toyed with the corners of her lips. It was only just after breakfast but that was hardly going to stop her from enjoying the day. Klied was teaching Ali more on how to operate a blaster, Poffo was… being Poffo somewhere. Tegan was still sulking around the estate from his whooping he had received. She had the day all to herself; why not spend it doing what she loved?

Setting foot inside, Aska was greeted by a scene she had not anticipated. Three men, two Twi’leks and a well dressed Nautolan that very much reminded her of the scumbag Mil Ro screaming at a human man with a posse of scantily clad women of varying species at his back.

“Remember what I told you last week, S’elon? You back off the scene or your little birds are ‘onna start ‘avin’ accidents!” The Nautolan threatened as he took a drag off the cigar in his hand. “Kinda ‘ard to ‘et on set with broken legs, innit girls?”

Aska had remained unnoticed by everyone in the bar so far but as she listened to the squid make his threats she knew that wouldn’t be the case for long. Wrapping her hands around the SE-45 that had been tucked inside her jacket, she sat back for a moment to watch as the Nautolan dropped his cigarra into the mouth of a half full bottle.

“I’m ‘onna ‘ive ya another day to consider my offa, Muusk. Best think it through!” He finished before turning to leave, only to come face to face with the barrel of Aska’s blaster, the clone smiling on the other end.

”Takes a tough sack of shit to cramp down on a bunch of women,” she teased, pushing the weapon against his forehead.

“An’ just who the ‘ell are you?!” the Nautolan replied, clearly irritated though not fearful. His posse didn’t give Aska an opportunity to reply as they started to move in on her but the telltale *snap-hiss* of a lightsaber halted their advance. With the red blade aimed at the floor from her left hand, blaster in her right Aska never took the SE-45 off the Nautolan and began to circle around him, his own steps matching her own until Aska stood between him and the occupants of the bar.

”Doesn’t matter who I am. All that matters is that you and your little bitch pals start taking steps towards the door and keep walking,” Aska replied, her smile still displayed for the three thugs to see. ”Go play in traffic or something,” The Nautolan, his hands now held up, flashed a toothy grin in response as he took a step back towards his body guards.

“Aye, I can do that’, miss. Just know you’re makin’ a big mistake,” The man’s tone told her that he wasn’t afraid. Not of the gun, nor the lightsaber. Maybe in the moment but in the grand scheme, these weapons meant very little to him. “We’ll be back, S’elon! Don’t get comfy!” And with that, the Nautolan and his boys turned around and departed.

As Aska retracted her saber’s blade and lowered her blaster, she could hear the heavy sigh of relief from the man and his harem. Turning to face them, she cocked an eyebrow in the man’s direction.

“Thank you so much, ma’am! Drinks are on us! Anything you want!” he stammered with absolute gratitude.

”What in the flying fuck did I just walk into?”
 

Aska Ryun

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”It’s a long story, not one worth telling,” C’elon spoke solemnly as he approached the table Aska had selected, setting down a tray with two drinks as well as a handful of shots before sitting down opposite of her. Aska simply offered the man a sarcastic huff before plucking one of the shots and pouring it back.

”Right. Some guy coming in here and threatening you and all these women. No, not worth it at all,” she replied with a chuckle as she picked up one of the glasses. Whiskey on the rocks. Klied may have rubbed off on her more than she thought.

”I only say it isn’t worth telling because I’m out of options. Timtik will be back again and he’ll make good on his threats. I’m going to have to comply and shut up the doors. I can’t risk my girls’ well being by being stubborn,” C’elon was obviously distraught, his demeanor that of a man who’d lost everything. Aska wasn’t simply going to let it go however.

”What the hell is this place, even? I mean, it’s clearly an old bar but your… staff… Those aren’t waitresses,” Scanning the group of women, each dressed to barely cover the essential bits and still visibly shaken by the recent intrusion, the clone’s curiosity only grew. Offering C’elon a lopsided grin, she proceeded to ash her cigarra into the empty shot glass before taking another pull from it. Blowing the smoke up into the air, she leaned back and placed her arm across the backrest of her chair and casually glanced at the nails of her hand that held the tabacc. ”Private dancers? Escort service?”

”I’ve dabbled in the field here and there. Too dangerous for my girls. Iziz is a safe city but even paradise has it’s degenerates,” For the first time since she arrived, Aska saw a smile from the flustered man. It was empty, but it was a smile none the less. ”I run a little… studio out of the back. You could call me something of a producer,” Aska almost coughed her drink back into the cup as the final piece clicked into place, looking at the man with utter amusement.

”You film adult holos!? Holy shit!” Unable to contain a hearty laugh, she leaned back in her chair and pushed it to stand on its two back legs, Aska’s hand soon covering half of her face as she tried to wrap her head around what she had just learned. ”Oh man, that’s rich!”

”Nothing quite like that! Well... maybe, but it’s a lucrative business, alright? Does more than put a roof over my head and food in my family’s bellies. At least, it used to. With Timtik and his goons popping in here, making threats… It’s hard to find girls willing to work,” C’elon sighed, reaching for one of the shots he had brought over only for Aska to slap his hand away. With a frustrated glare, the man slumped back into his chair. ”They’re afraid he’s going to follow through… and I can’t say I blame them,”

Aska couldn’t stop herself from laughing though she was able to tone it down to a chuckle. It was an age old tale. Someone steps on someone else’s business until one of them is forced to put a boot on the throat of the competition. Choke them out of the business. Didn’t much matter what the business was, you didn’t survive long without being cut throat. But it did give her an idea...

”You know, a smart man would spend some money on security. Not that hard of a concept, dude,” Aska said as she plucked another shot glass from the tray. C’elon, squinted eyes with a tilt to his head, simply stared in disbelief for a moment.

”No shit. Have you even been listening? I can’t film if my stars are afraid to work. No production, no income. No income, no security,”

”Yep, heard ya. A droid or two would cut it,” Taking another drag off her cigarra, Aska proceeded to drop it in the empty glass she had been ashing in before crossing her arms on the table. ”And I’ve got one,”
 
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