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Post by Whill Shaman Zauriel on Apr 30, 2013 9:49:49 GMT -8
*Louie's secret room and storage area for his black market and smuggler's stashes under his bar. Assessable only to Louie himself, not even his "associates" know of it's existence. *
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Jun 19, 2013 21:12:04 GMT -8
The door shut firmly behind Louie with a pressurized hiss, as florescent lights flicked to life above his nearly bald head.
It wasn't the biggest storeroom ever, but it had served the man well over the years that he had been a runner, smuggle, and all around nice guy. Without missing a beat Louie walked through the clutter, passing a crate of "borrowed" blasters to his left, a couple of "lost" thermal detonators on a rusting shelf to his right. The smell of gun oil from the slugthrowers he had, brought back memories of his youth running with the street gangs of Eisley. A small smile ghosted across the bartenders face, just before coming to an old transmitter box, with a Jerry-rigged frequency booster built to the side of it. With a flip of a dial the monstrous box hummed to life, filling the room with the constant thrum of electrified static. Louie continued to hit button and tweak dials with his pudgy fingers until the static ceased and a signal bleep could be heard.
"Good..." Louie said before thumbing at a button on a headset which he put on. "Staed, Staed! Get your lil arse up!"
There was a slight commotion from the other end of the channel before a response was made. "Ta kutti a Louija..."
"Well, I 'ave buzines fer ya Staed... or ya rather me not mention ya next time?" Louie replied gruffly.
"Nyeta, nyeta, Louija... Taa baa. Jo tala bitu gheorro?"
"Good, I 'new ya'd settle down. Ther'll be a lizard commin ta see ya soon. He has need fer a "job", an possibly a ship."
"Ta Badatukwa?"
"No, not an actal lizard! Ya halfwit!" Louie shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "A Trandoshan. A sarlacc damned lizard-man, ya see?"
"Ibana.."
"Good... let me 'now when tha deal goes down. I'll give ya twenty percent."
"Yo-Kisewa!"
"Forty? You have ta be kiddin me Staed, yer lucky I'm even given ya twenty."
" Yn, yn... Kyo-Kisewa!"
Louie's lips pursed, but he let out a sigh. "Fine, thirty percent it is..."
"Untinni!"
"But that's only if yah get the fish ta bite, Staed. None of that Mos Espa shtocko, ya hear?"
"Ibana, Louija...Ubanya."
With that said the line went dead, returning to static on Louie's end. The barkeep let out a long sigh and turned the humming beast of a machine off before retiring for the night.
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