[center][b][i][h2]Taris[/h2][/i][/b][/center] Two enforcers, a Devaronian and a Clawdite, dropped the Weequay at Jouren’s feet. The Weequay’s fear was palpable to all in the room as he rose to his knees, but he maintained his stony gaze. “Tell him what happened.” The Devaronian instructed, with a helpful kick to the side to get him going. The Weequay fell to the ground again, but opted to tell his story from the floor instead of getting up. “There was a combat droid. Had some sort of circle on his head. Like nothing I’ve seen. He was threatening me, asking about you. He wanted to know if I’d seen you around here. It must’ve been a bounty. Listen, I know you’re one of those fancy types from Coruscant. Real civilized. So please, have mercy. There wasn’t anything I could do but tell him.” Jouren kneeled down, looking at the spice addict eye-to-eye. “[color=0072bc]A droid asked after me. A killing machine, coming to take away from you the only way to feed your addiction. I, like the gracious and generous businessman I am, give you the things you need for much cheaper than anyone else. I place a trust in you, a belief that you’ll stay silent in this exact scenario. And what do you do? You go behind my back and let him know that I’m here.[/color]” The Weequay was now quivering with fear. Jouren drew one of his blasters, aimlessly toying with it. “[color=0072bc]These actions cannot be ignored. However, they will be forgiven. But my forgiveness comes at a price.[/color]” The Weequay visibly relaxed. “Name it, I’ll do my best to find it for you.” Jouren smiled. “[color=0072bc]You don’t have to find it. It’s the very thing that allowed you to betray me.[/color]” He turned to the Clawdite. “[color=0072bc]Cut out his tongue.[/color]” The anger in his voice offset his earlier politeness and betrayed his emotions as he spoke. “[color=0072bc]And if anyone else speaks a word to that droid, the punishment you receive from me will be much, much worse than whatever that piece of scrap can do to you.[/color]” [@countlessinsect]