And, like that, an old man plays tag.
Trading places, trading hand for hand.
Zaia was still the old guy’s partner.
Had his back and saved his life…
“Make sure you play it safe, kid.”
Ranger’s fist bump on shoulder.
Cocks a brow, offers a stink eye.
“Eyes on the pilgrim—that Pyke.”
Outside, a man meets a woman.
Paper between lips—lit cigarette.
Taste of burnt paper—light head.
Casino lights blink yellow orange.
“Zad Ruzed.”
“That’s the name.”
Zad just then okayed.
“Sector Ranger.”
Spoke through haze.
“Thassright, stranger.”
“Do your part, and this will go smoothly.”
Old guy looks at brown eyes with his eyes.
Like his leather jacket, back of badge—black.
“Hutt said arrest or dead.”
Shrug.
“More or less. My part in all this mess…”
Smoke curls, grey, like ashes and death.
“Is to settle a debt.”
Aemi's face—red.
Turns his head...
“Let’s go then.”
So they went.
Took a left.
That exit.
End.
Do.
Done.
Did.
Ruzed.
Gallion Sky
Zad Ruzed
Cheriss Ktrame
It was a smooth and mild ride to Gallion Sky.
A night club like others on this moon of blight.
Skyscraper to scrape the sky—towering so high.
Beneath its peak, back on the street, crime hides.
But no criminal can hide from Rangers of my kind.
“So…let’s recap, Cap.”
Not that she was Cap.
Clears throat of phlegm.
“Through the doors, then…”
Points forward then at datapad.
“Top floor…owner is Vor Vanad.”
Perla the Hutt had given the plan.
Option A: Get in and arrest the man.
Option B: Get in and just kill the man.
Zad doesn’t know who this woman is.
Daggers in her eyes…I got a feeling.
Trademark Ranger parks a shrug again.
“Alive or dead, we’re gonna bring ‘im in.”
Eyes around city sounds—crying drowns.
“For now…let’s just walk in ‘n’ get to talkin’.”
@Sicadorito
Trading places, trading hand for hand.
Zaia was still the old guy’s partner.
Had his back and saved his life…
“Make sure you play it safe, kid.”
Ranger’s fist bump on shoulder.
Cocks a brow, offers a stink eye.
“Eyes on the pilgrim—that Pyke.”
Outside, a man meets a woman.
Paper between lips—lit cigarette.
Taste of burnt paper—light head.
Casino lights blink yellow orange.
“Zad Ruzed.”
“That’s the name.”
Zad just then okayed.
“Sector Ranger.”
Spoke through haze.
“Thassright, stranger.”
“Do your part, and this will go smoothly.”
Old guy looks at brown eyes with his eyes.
Like his leather jacket, back of badge—black.
“Hutt said arrest or dead.”
Shrug.
“More or less. My part in all this mess…”
Smoke curls, grey, like ashes and death.
“Is to settle a debt.”
Aemi's face—red.
Turns his head...
“Let’s go then.”
So they went.
Took a left.
That exit.
End.
Do.
Done.
Did.
Ruzed.
Gallion Sky
Zad Ruzed
Cheriss Ktrame
It was a smooth and mild ride to Gallion Sky.
A night club like others on this moon of blight.
Skyscraper to scrape the sky—towering so high.
Beneath its peak, back on the street, crime hides.
But no criminal can hide from Rangers of my kind.
“So…let’s recap, Cap.”
Not that she was Cap.
Clears throat of phlegm.
“Through the doors, then…”
Points forward then at datapad.
“Top floor…owner is Vor Vanad.”
Perla the Hutt had given the plan.
Option A: Get in and arrest the man.
Option B: Get in and just kill the man.
Zad doesn’t know who this woman is.
Daggers in her eyes…I got a feeling.
Trademark Ranger parks a shrug again.
“Alive or dead, we’re gonna bring ‘im in.”
Eyes around city sounds—crying drowns.
“For now…let’s just walk in ‘n’ get to talkin’.”
@Sicadorito