User:Saraha/Sheik

Born into a mediocre family of entertainers and spice smugglers of the planet Coruscant, Sheik is, and has always been, a typical Dawnae. Settling in Coruscant before the formation of the Galactic Empire, the Dawnae's established themselves as entrepreneurs. First, as munitions traders, eventually leading the family into a relationship with the seedier side of Coruscant. The relationships begun at this time influenced the later generations of Dawnae's. Causing the family to branch further into crafting, gaining the majority of their wealth as Chefs. However, others drifted away from crafting, preferring to act as distributors...

The Dawnae Dealer
"775 credits, no more, no less", the man held a small packet between his forefinger and its neighbor as he spoke to the cloaked stranger beside him.

"750", the cloaked man whimpered.

"You don't have 15 credits to spare, man? How are you planning to eat tonight, or bathe for that matter...", his nostrils flared at the stench wafting towards him.

The lights of the dense metropolis, filtered through the haze of the night, allowed Samson a view of the man beneath the cloak. He could see the grime on his fingers, the dirt beneath his nails, and the short, gaunt frame onto which they hung. Samson preferred his more well-to-do clients; bartering rarely occurred within their arenas, not to mention the favorable aromas of their abodes. But, Samson needed a sale this night, forcing him to seek the undercity.

The cloaked man fidgeted within his pockets, pulling out a necklace, "I...uh...I got this. It's probably worth 50 credits. Maybe I could get some more, a little extra dose, huh?"

Samson tilted his head, spotting the center jewel as it reflected the light of the night. It was mediocre; the necklace probably was worth 50 credits, if that he thought.

"Tell you what, I will take that, and the 750 credits you do have, and I will give you the product", he gently shook the packet he held, the man's eyes following it like a cat would a mouse. He shook his head in excited agreement, anxiously surrendering his credits and the necklace. Samson quickly counted the credits out, tossing the packet to the man upon reaching the total. The man threw himself down on the ground, his back against the wall of a building, engorging himself in the contents of the packet.

A bit of disgust filled Samson's mouth as he surveyed the man, before turning back to his vehicle and departing into the night.

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The music blared, the lights swirled, and the bodies of the nightclub worked themselves into a frenzy. Samson slipped his way through and around them, sneaking his way to the back, working area of the club. Decked with carpets and mirrors, strewn with clothes, jewels, and makeup it was a gorgeous mess. He nodded to the women who were busying themselves in their appearance, searching for one in particular.

And then he felt the hard palm across his face, feeling the stinging sensation beneath his skin. He turned to his right, quickly grabbing her forearm as she moved to strike again. She struggled against him, finally spitting in his face.

He grunted, irritated, "Merry Anniversary to you too, Salene", he took his hands off of her, rubbing her salivia off of his cheek.

She seethed with anger at him, "Nou, yesterday was our 'Merry Anniversary', Sammy", she raised an eyebrow as she tilted back to the holographic clock on the wall, timing in at 2:37 A.M, her ornate headress clinking as she did so.

He rolled his eyes, exasperated, "I doubt you've been to bed yet, so it's still yesterday. I don't know why you gotta be so god damned particular", he said exhausted. "Now, I got you something and if you want it, you can have it, as long as its still our anniversary". He held up a small decorative box, embossed with the words, "Johalvine Jewelers".

Saelen's eyes became filled with curiosity, slowly reaching out for the box, before snatching it from his hands. Quickly, she opened the lid, withdrawing a bracelet bejeweled with miniscule gems. She beamed, "Oh, Sammy!", giving him a quick peck on the cheek, before devoting herself to fitting the bracelet around her heavily clad wrist.

He eyed her, a little smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

"You going on soon?", he asked.

She moved her wrist back and forth, watching the metal and gems catch the light. "Mmmmmmhmmmmm, 2:45 I goes on, then I'm home at 4, 5 maybe", she giggled as she re-arranged the bracelet.

"I'll see you at home then", he patted her backside as he made his exit. Stopping at the door, he turned back to Salene, "Who are the girls with?"

"Left 'em at home with the droid. Nobody could watch them tonight"

Samson groaned, exasperated yet again, before unlocking the door and making his exit into the night once more.





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