DJK Lucyeth
#13700

The flooded, icy alley in Nar Shaddaa was filled with activity of the poor, desolate people. They were hungry, cold and increasingly mad. Next to a slimy and iced over pipe was an alcove door. It held a red and blue neon sign which flashed neon colours and the title of the cantina in Huttese. Inside, the smoke and fumes of the heat and death-sticks blocked your eyesight for far distances. Lexic sat in a corner booth with his datapad and scanned through his reports. He preferred to be alone, and quite rightly so. The presence of a Krath in this bar would send customers fleeing, and wake the thugs for a good fight. A slam of the cantina door echoed around the cantina as a drunken Chiss stumbled inside with his bottle.

The slurring and wobbling Chiss male tried to find his way to the bar, only to be pushed by the resident Besalisk shoved him out the way. The huge male with his strapped rifle was prime for a fight, but was busy elsewhere. The force of the shove pushed the Chiss to stumble towards the corner of the smoked cantina. Drunk Chiss could not see the tables, and hit his hip into one. With a grunt and some unintelligible words, he collapsed onto his knees and fell forward. His head connected with a second table, only one away from Lexic’s. The concentrating Krath slowly looked up and grumbled in disbelief. He had enough of drunks.

With great pride, the Togruta stood and marched to the clumsy Chiss, proceeded to yank him up by his arms and threw him over his shoulders. He gripped the soft skin on the Chiss’ neck and walked out of the cantina. There in the icy alley, the frustrated Togruta lifted the Chiss and threw him into a refusal container, then quickly headed inside. Stunned and still in a misty state of absence, the Chiss lay there and started to fall asleep.

Several seconds later, the very cold and sudden rush of iced force surrounded the Chiss’ face. Lexic had returned with a hose and continued to spray the Chiss in the face with the cold water, smirking in enjoyment. The Krath had thrown the hose away and looked at the struggling Chiss who now felt slightly more sober.

“Bloody Chiss.” Lexic said to the Drunk.

Mandeo grew irritated as the male chiss continued to brag about his relative who worked for Admiral Thrawn. He had previously been berating an older human male who had asked for 500 credits something the chiss could give easily.

"My cousin also was their during the Battle of Yavin, not to sound arrogant but the Chiss are one" The chiss smirked and pride, and arrogance took over his face. Mandeo sneered and proceeded to hear the bragging man on how his species were usually in places in command and often the humans sat at their feet.
Mandeo cleared his throat and a smug expression crossed his face, "Listen...Chiss trash, I'll give you 2 minutes to stop bragging more talk and I'll bury my fist into your nose" Mandeo sneered and crossed in arms tilting his head slightly in arrogance.

"I highly doubt a boy a could stand to an almighty chiss such as myself" He put his hand on his chin and rubbed it with curiosity. "I know your type, they posses the Force and believe they can beat anything except.........a chiss" He laughed and it rang out.

"I'll give you more time any more and I'll make a chiss sandwich or a chiss pie......a chiss salad" Mandeo looked up seriously thinking of the thought of making him a dinner, but his species did not eat others.

"I'm actually set to receive an award in 3 days for being one of the most successful in the company........Chiss often receive an awards for success. Mandeo snarled and threw his left fist with a a soft thud, he felt it connect with the chiss nose and the blood spilled out quickly. He fell back and crawled away fear not on his face, Mandeo bit his lip and nodded it up and down in acceptance. "I gave you a warning chiss....." He brought his foot back and kicked the chiss in the ribs, a crack was heard and he curled up in a horrible attempt to defend himself.

"I'm sorry....I'm sorry" He groaned and than slowly crawled away, Mandeo put his foot on the chiss back.

"Now say the chiss are buttkissers and say every race walks over them........" He pushed down and the chiss dropped lower to the ground now and Mandeo knew he was scared.

"C-ch-chiss are buttkissers and all the races walk over them" He burst into tears and began patting his hair as he clearly became the epitome of what he often looked down on, other species. He lay crying and broken on the floor, snot was hurriedly running down his face mixed with the blood running from his nose. Mandeo put his hand on his face as he looked over the chiss, so low and pathetic. Mandeo flared his nose as he instantly smelled the urine seeping from the man.

"You nasty piece of......" He gagged as the urine aroma became stronger, it waved through the air and he began creeping away.

"No more....Mr.Chiss Piss" He closed one eye and than tripped over his left foot falling face first into the lower area of the man, he came face to face with the smell and gagged as he looked up to see his face an inch from the man's crotch. "No....no....no....nooo" He jumped back and his face was contorted in fear.

"Chiss Piss" Mandeo stared hard at the chiss who lay on the ground.