@techmosamson || starter
Getting his hands dirty with a bunch of alien mobsters wasn’t exactly FUN for Ricky. He thought of it as more of a chore or a mark off his shopping list then exciting. It might’ve used to be something to write home about at some point in his life, but at this stage it was a ‘you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all’ sort of thing. He didn’t ask questions, he just came, got what he needed, and left. Simple as that. It was illegal in plenty of dimensions to sell and harbor alien technology for willing buyers to purchase. But not all planets were capable of being harvested for certain materials that were needed to make some weapons and materials. It was much quicker and easier to buy from aliens willing to go through the trouble. Ricky, typically a buyer; but sometimes willing to sell bulks of K-lax crystals in return for services, was here on business for a very rare substance he needed. Something ground from the kidneys of some nearly extinct species young. That being said, he tried his best to get it himself, but found it would take far too long to do on his own. He needed it for one of his recent endeavors, and the sooner the better. Talking at the back of a popular intergalactic dance club to a rather seedy looking Laxarian, he took drags of his cigarette as he listened to the standard procedures he’d heard about a hundred times already, grimacing at the deep and unpleasant burn it gave his throat. Just as he thought he might explode from boredom, his watch beeped as the alien continued to speak to him, looking down at his wrist, he sighed softly as if he was bothered by the red flashing test he saw on the screen, dropping and stepping out his bud. “We’ll talk later. I should go.” He reached his hand out to shake with the Laxarians blue tentacle-like appendage. As soon as he did, he took out a pistol, shooting the alien between four wide and unblinking eyes, watching as his body made a dull ‘thud’ onto the floor before pocketing his weapon with a small frown. He turned, looking at a few other patrons passing by who’d noticed the slumped over figure at his feet. Giving a shrug, he gave a small smile. “Guess he had a few too many.” He passed them by, leaving the dead body in the alley way to be found later. He knew someone had to be watching him, so he decided to leave quickly. He’d have one pissed off gangster Laxarian on his hands, but it was better for him then leaving a trace.
