Post by Mak Manto on Nov 25, 2016 3:11:50 GMT -5
Coruscant Underworld
Spring break on Mrlsst meant that the massive majority of students were on vacation, many of them heading to Zeltros for some fun and relaxation. Since he had finished up with grading tests and reading term papers, he had decided to spend a few days as well, but instead of where you would expect to find a distinguished professor and Jedi Master, such as inside a temple meditating or perhaps in a library doing research, he was in one of the largest nightclubs on the planet, owned by a Hutt he knew by the name of Sirlis the Hutt.
Seeing how he kept his ventures on the legal side, mainly with making massive amounts of credits with drinks and entertainment, Mak never had a problem with him, and when the Jedi Order had reclaimed Coruscant from the Sith in the past, he had come to him before for information during his days as an investigator.
However, he wasn't investigating today...
A massive crowd was standing around him while they looked up at a massive view screen showing a swoop racing event. Blowing smoke out of his pipe, he pulled the stem away for a second before he took a drink from his scotch, laughing heartily. Turning to a Trandoshan next to him, he pointed at one of the racers.
"See him? He's a big guy and you wouldn't think he'll be able to handle turning the swoop on tight angles, but he's got a knack for it. I saw him win his last race two weeks ago!"
Turning to one of the betting agents, the Trandoshan threw about three hundred credits down on the table.
"Put it all on that guy!"
As the swoopers came to a straight pass, they all began to accelerate as they were coming to a tight canyon. As the Trandoshan held his breath for a few seconds, the swoops blasted forward with the big guy hanging behind slightly. Aiming for the opening, there was a massive explosion and smoke filled the area up until a few seconds later, a swoop bike appeared, with him racing towards the finish line.
Laughing wildly, the Trandoshan grabbed Mak's arm, excited and shouting.
"I WON! I WON!"
Laughing, Mak downed his drink and began to have another as the group near him asked him how he knew who would win, if he wanted drinks on their tabs. Shaking his head, he slithered back to the bar and took a seat, enjoying his pipe as he relaxed.
However, a man took a seat next to him. Turning, he automatically knew it wasn't someone who was here to drink or party. He was wearing a suit. Taking off his hat, he looked at Mak, his eyes narrowing.
"Are you Mak Manto?"
"Depends. Who's asking?"
"Coruscant Security Force's, Master Jedi. We heard chatter and received intelligence that you were on the planet."
Laughing softly, he took another sip of his scotch, finding this slightly amusing.
"I see. So, you're here to arrest me then? I know I have bounties on my head from the Empire, the Sith and the Witches. Plus, the Jedi aren't too happy to have me free..."
"You misunderstand, sir. We came to you because we need your help. There's been a kidnapping and your assistance has been requested."
Turning and looking at him oddly, he put out his pipe and placed the drink down.
"By who?"
"Top men..."
Spring break on Mrlsst meant that the massive majority of students were on vacation, many of them heading to Zeltros for some fun and relaxation. Since he had finished up with grading tests and reading term papers, he had decided to spend a few days as well, but instead of where you would expect to find a distinguished professor and Jedi Master, such as inside a temple meditating or perhaps in a library doing research, he was in one of the largest nightclubs on the planet, owned by a Hutt he knew by the name of Sirlis the Hutt.
Seeing how he kept his ventures on the legal side, mainly with making massive amounts of credits with drinks and entertainment, Mak never had a problem with him, and when the Jedi Order had reclaimed Coruscant from the Sith in the past, he had come to him before for information during his days as an investigator.
However, he wasn't investigating today...
A massive crowd was standing around him while they looked up at a massive view screen showing a swoop racing event. Blowing smoke out of his pipe, he pulled the stem away for a second before he took a drink from his scotch, laughing heartily. Turning to a Trandoshan next to him, he pointed at one of the racers.
"See him? He's a big guy and you wouldn't think he'll be able to handle turning the swoop on tight angles, but he's got a knack for it. I saw him win his last race two weeks ago!"
Turning to one of the betting agents, the Trandoshan threw about three hundred credits down on the table.
"Put it all on that guy!"
As the swoopers came to a straight pass, they all began to accelerate as they were coming to a tight canyon. As the Trandoshan held his breath for a few seconds, the swoops blasted forward with the big guy hanging behind slightly. Aiming for the opening, there was a massive explosion and smoke filled the area up until a few seconds later, a swoop bike appeared, with him racing towards the finish line.
Laughing wildly, the Trandoshan grabbed Mak's arm, excited and shouting.
"I WON! I WON!"
Laughing, Mak downed his drink and began to have another as the group near him asked him how he knew who would win, if he wanted drinks on their tabs. Shaking his head, he slithered back to the bar and took a seat, enjoying his pipe as he relaxed.
However, a man took a seat next to him. Turning, he automatically knew it wasn't someone who was here to drink or party. He was wearing a suit. Taking off his hat, he looked at Mak, his eyes narrowing.
"Are you Mak Manto?"
"Depends. Who's asking?"
"Coruscant Security Force's, Master Jedi. We heard chatter and received intelligence that you were on the planet."
Laughing softly, he took another sip of his scotch, finding this slightly amusing.
"I see. So, you're here to arrest me then? I know I have bounties on my head from the Empire, the Sith and the Witches. Plus, the Jedi aren't too happy to have me free..."
"You misunderstand, sir. We came to you because we need your help. There's been a kidnapping and your assistance has been requested."
Turning and looking at him oddly, he put out his pipe and placed the drink down.
"By who?"
"Top men..."
