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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:40:26 GMT -8
*Breehara was the main continent on the planet Dressel. Breehara was a sub-equatorial continent that, unlike other areas of Dressel, was covered with grasslands. The native sentient species of the planet, known as Dressellians, evolved there.*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2013 21:43:35 GMT -8
*Eralam looked around at the pristine new version of Dressel. It was shiny. It was new. It was...empty.*
"Well," he said, rolling up his proverbial sleeves, "let's get to work."
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Post by Dragus on Apr 22, 2013 14:01:13 GMT -8
A block from where He Who Salivates parked his precious ship was a tavern. Or a bar. Well, really more of a cantina. You know what? Let's call it a lodge. Anywho, curved claws click clacked across the paved surface leading up to the front door. The noise slowly switched to a gentle repetitive thump as the interior floor turned to lamented wood. Though he was draped in but a simple traveler's cloak, dusty brown wool that itched like a dickens, this creature drew notice. There weren't many Barabels left in the galaxy, not after their homeworld went ka-blooey. Let alone one black of scale and crimson of eye. Those slitter orbs were more like bales of witch fire, forever swirling around small black irises. Or perhaps it was what the beast's tail carried behind it. A malnourished ewok, affectionately referred to by the sultan of sin as Lil'Mort.With little hesitation, the lizard found himself a seat at the bar, bouncing the fuzzy bear on his knee as he ordered a drink and proceeded to slurp it down, one forked lap after another.
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Apr 22, 2013 14:14:42 GMT -8
Cassel walked into the Cantina, his hands hovering near each of his sides, as if preparing to draw. He took a few more steps into the Cantina, his spurs jingling with each step. He stopped and turned to his left, looking straight into the gut of a tall humanoid alien. He raised his Kulu hat's brim as he looked up at the alien's one eyed face. The other eye was sewed shut. Cassel made a pouting face.
"You know its rude to be in someone's personal bubble.
The humanoid was suddenly thrown back a few feet and Cas continued walking to the bar. He climbed up onto a bar stool, with some difficulty, eyed the bartender, and then slammed some credits on the counter top..
"I'll have a tall glass......of milk."
The bartender chuckled and filled a glass, sliding it down to the short person. Cassel grabbed the glass and spun around in his chair so he was facing away from the counter and began sipping his favorite beverage.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 22, 2013 14:39:20 GMT -8
Several seats over from Cassel, still playing with his Ewok, the bloated bulimic lifted his head. Something familiar caught the notice of his ears. A voice long dismissed, perhaps best long forgotten, but remembered all the same. A forked tongue snaked from between the hot saliva saturated daggers the Barabel called teeth, flicking back and forth to taste the air. Of course, then a sudden realization occurred to him. If this was in fact the being he recalled, he wouldn't recognize the smell. He had come into contact with the ever-talkative chatterbox several years before his metamorphosis of the flesh...err, scale. Probably for the best. That change would lead to the other not recognizing him, thus preventing sharing a cup of the tavern's finest over an ill held tale of their first and up until now, only meeting.
Yet as he suffered from a constantly hungering curiosity, the scaled one couldn't refrain from engaging Cassel in conversation. He spun in his seat, resting Lil'Mort in his lap, cradling the ewok between his knees. Resting a wool wrapped elbow on the wok's head, he called out to master of bubbly personalities.
"Thisss one doesssn't think you should be drinking that. The blue milk isssn't what it ssseeemsss."
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Apr 22, 2013 15:12:17 GMT -8
Cassel looked down at the bubbles that were coming from the straw he had stuck in the glass. His eyes went cross eyed and he stared at the milk a minute longer before looking up at the Barabel, and his eyes went wide. He didn't know why, but for some reason he felt like he knew this lizard. Cassel hopped off of his bar stool and seemed to bounce over to Dragus. His wide eyes seemed to penetrate the scales and see into his essence.
"Why shouldn't I drink what I ordered? Do you know something that I don't know? You know, I get the feeling that we've met. Something about your.....dear Gods is that an Ewok!?"
Cassel went googoo over the Ewok for a moment, and completely forgetting the warning about the milk, he held out the straw to his milk out to the little ball of fur, speaking to it like a baby.
"It's been forever since my last trip to Endor. I always wanted an Ewok, but I'm afraid my droid would get jealous. He likes being the only child. Kara and him are off somewhere though...its been a while..."
Cassel took off his Kulu hat and tucked it into one of his pouches and brought out an Ewok doll, tossing the milk into the face of an unsuspecting patron and holding the doll to the little fella.
"I bet his name matches his cuteness. A name always seems to fit ones description. Like you look like a dragon. So I'm guessing your name is Lizking! No? Oh well. It was a good guess. My name is Cassel, Cassel Nathaniel Lockpick. A pleasure to make both of your acquaintances!"
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Post by Dragus on Apr 22, 2013 16:10:36 GMT -8
A look of confusion crossed Dragus' face, causing his scaly snout to scrunch and his brow to furrow. Unbeknownst to most, the Sith actually thought he was an ewok. Thus it always seemed odd to him when others pointed out his furry companions yet never seemed to mention him in the same context. He'd be jealous if it wasn't for the fact that he liked to spoil the little guys. Even Lil'Mort was taken back by Cassel's odd behavior. The ewok seemed to shirk away from the man, pressing himself tightly against the Barabel's torso. Sensing his little friend's worry, Dragus patted the wok on head, causing it to coo in delight.
"He'sss named after thisss one'sss brother, Mortale. Thisss one callz him Lil'Mort. Az for me, you got it very clossse. My name iz Dra...err, I mean, what thisss one meant to sssay wasss..."
Think fast Draggy.
"Lizk...." No, that's what he said. You're cleverer than that. "Liz...ly. Yesss, thatsss it. My name is Lessslie." Saved it.
His long animated tail rose behind him, flicking back and forth rhythmically as Dragus observed Cassel. It was akin to a nervous twitch for the Barabel.
"Az for the milk, on my way in I happened to notice a number of drumsss ssstacked in the alley behind the bar, marked wamprat. Thisss one would wager a guesss that wasssn't a warm glasss of bantha milk you were drinking."
In the background the patron's nearest were beginning to grow rowdy. Especially the guy he potentially splashed with calcium rich wamprat excretion.
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Apr 22, 2013 16:26:51 GMT -8
"Lessslie.....Lesssssssssssssssssssssliiiiiiiiiiieeeeee............Leslie.....Nope. Guess we haven't met....Lessslie...hmmm...
Cas continued saying the given name several more times, until he was satisfied with how it sounded. He dug through the pouch on his belt and took out a little notebook and a pen on a giant rainbow feather. He scribbled the name down beneath many other names of people he almost got the name correct to. Cassel put away the two items and looked back up
"I once had to fight womp rats in a sewer you know. Not very nice creatures, especially the momma one. They get really hungry down there. They thought I was food! Can you believe that? Me? Food. I'm sure I taste delicious and all but they can't eat me. Maybe in my will I'll leave my body to them. After all they were very scrawny for womp rats. Good nutrition is a very important thing no matter who or what you are. I'm sure they weren't getting all their fruits and vegetables."
Cassel took a bite out of a green apple that was suddenly in his left hand. He smiled as he chewed on the delicious fruit.
"Are you sure we haven't met before Lessslie? I never forget anyone...but I'm sure I would remember one like yours...Maybe its a residual memory! Like in a previous life we knew each other! Do you remember anything from your past life? I think I do. I was a warrior! Like the great Kronin Thisleknot! I was tall like him too. Tall for my species anyways. And I had a sword! It was pointy, and could shoot lightning!"
Cassel then proceeded to pretend he had a sword, swinging it around, and making lightning noises.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 22, 2013 16:42:35 GMT -8
Oh for the love of Woks. This definitely was the same Cassel he remembered. It didn't take much to set off the man's short attention span and to get him to ramble off about some random nonsense. In any event, Dragus' swift verbal parry had seemed to have worked. Not that it would have been the end of the world if the humanoid had figured out who he was. Cassel didn't seem like the sort to hold a grudge. Still, the scaled prince of perversion had made quite a few enemies in his travels around the galaxy. Assuming a guise was probably for the best.
"Ssstop. Ssstop that!" Cassel's imagined sword play was beginning to get on his nerves. The man's behavior vexed Dragus like no other.
At this point in time the milk soiled patron had worked up the courage to confront Cassel. The heavy set...mmm, let's say 'rodian', attempted to clamp a hand down on the wild man's shoulder, suction cup fingers and all, then spin him around. Meanwhile the Sith looked on, interested in the unfolding events but certainly not prepared to get directly involved. He knew the futility of trying to do Lockpick harm.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2013 16:44:09 GMT -8
When Eralam walks into a bar, it stays walked in for quite some time. It is not the sort of event that can easily be forgotten. Some say it's because he's a two meter tall droid with a couple of revolvers that predated spaceflight by a few centuries. Others say it's because his Force presence exudes the sort of age and unforgiving stubbornness that comes with being a rock. The smart money, however, says it's because he probably owns the bar, at least on Dressel. You never new when he'd spring for drinks.
And with that, Eralam walked into the bar. He took careful note of the occupants, finding the Barabel/Ewok combo to be particularly interesting. The fellow prancing about with an imaginary sword might be worth noting as well.
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Apr 22, 2013 17:11:55 GMT -8
When Cassel was suddenly turned around by the Rodian, the end of his topknot, a stylish fad favored by his people, swung around and covered the nearly four foot tall chatterbox, momentarily blinding him, and tickling his nose. It was amazing how things always seemed to work out in the end, and the end ended with a sneeze, which, amplified by the Force of course, blew the Rodian out of the bar and into the street. In the street he may or may not have started dancing to avoid the speeders. Cassel would always imagine it this way. Cassel took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose.
"Pardon me. Hey Lessslie, do you think that he had something to say about the milk? He smelled like it. I thinks that what made me sneeze. He just smelled funny. Are Barabels and Rodians related somehow? I'm sure chromosomes are shared somewhere. You're both lizards right? Well, maybe not. I think that Rodians look like a cross between a lizard and a squid for some reason. Barabels to me look like a cross between dragons and tigers! RAWR!"
Cassel suddenly stopped his Godzilla rampage throughout the bar and looked to the new being that just entered. His hazel eyes grew as wide as ever and his smile was from ear to ear. He grabbed "Lessslie's" arm and started jumping up and down.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! It's an Iron Knight! I knew the rumors were true! I always wanted to meet one! What should I say? Should I shake his hand? Should I hug him? Can he feel hugs? Do you think a hug is too soon? Maybe I should give him the Ewok doll I had! Where did I put it?"
Cassel began rummaging through his pouches, pulling out candy, maps, and even a living pigeon, which started flying around the bar wildly. At last he held up his prize, an Ewok plush doll, complete with spear. Cassel squeezed the doll gently and it said, "Nuv Weechu," which as we all know means "Love you." Cassel giggled a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2013 17:23:49 GMT -8
There was an explosion of blood and feathers as Eralam shot the pigeon at damn near point blank range. He kinda hoped that the short fellow with the idiotic hair wouldn't get the clue; the cranky old Shard would have loved to punt the little fucker across the room. In the mean time, he sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. How he managed to consume it is just one of those mysteries of the universe.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Apr 22, 2013 18:21:44 GMT -8
This is where the real fun begins, pushing open the door quietly Bat walked into the lodge pretty much ignoring everything that was going on around him. Having left his armour back in the ship the Balosar looked around his ebony cane in one hand, a deathstick in the other. Under his suit his handgun sat on his hip, and the sawed off slugthrower tucked in somewhere. Taking a drag from the deathstick, he exhaled slowly as the plum of bird feathers fell to the ground around him.
Under the bowler hat he brought out his antenna things to search the feelings of the bar but everything seemed okay-ish. No one was going to open fire he hoped. Walking past the rather tall droid he took a seat and the bar and tapped the barkeep on the shoulder. Give me whatever you have thats strong. As he was poured a shot from a black bottle the bounty hunter looked around at the other patrons. Well Ill be damned, some Ewoks.
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Post by Fisbone on Apr 22, 2013 19:21:22 GMT -8
*Into the establishment walks a rather odd being. While most of the Mon Calamari species were considered "good guys" by many of the inhabitants of the galaxy this one was certainly deserving of an entirely different title. Between his fishy face marked with scars and the scowl on his face, he certainly wanted left alone. And if that wasn't enough to make you scurry the other way fast the 3 pronged head of a a very sharp golden trident that he held in his right hand probably was. Unfortunately for him this particular place of alcohol consumption was not turning into a place where you could get some peace and quiet. *
Well isn't this just great.
*Moving around the gathered people while keeping one of his eyes on them Fisbone snarls for a water and then puts the trident to the bartender's neck when he gives him a funny look.*
Look at me like that again and I will deflate you like the bag of water that you are.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 22, 2013 20:20:48 GMT -8
While the ewok plush doll was just about the most adorable thing the slithery Sith had ever seen, it did little to sooth the growing irritation he felt in response to the being that was now clinging to his arm. He was about to swat Cassel's hand away when the bang of Eralam's gun going off jerked him to attention. Barely concerned for himself, he looked down at the ewok quivering against him, now covered in the dead pigeon's residue. He plucked off what feather he could and attempted to wipe off the blood, though if anything he only accomplished to spread it further over his furry companion. Fortunately ewok fur was renowned for its absorbency. First casting his gaze towards the Iron Knight, then back towards Cassel, Dragus let out a hiss and shook his head.
"Thisss one doesss not think that would be wissse, Cassssel." Granted, watching how Eralam might react to Cassel's fandom could prove humorous. But much more likely it would result in a further soiling of his Wok and robe. Ordinarily that would be fine, but the Sith's preferred dry cleaner was on vacation until the end of the week.
He looked across the bar, noting the other figures that had recently arrived. A flick of his tongue told Dragus that the one with the hat was smoking something other then your garden variety tobacco stick. Spice had its charms, especially when snorted out of an ewok's belly button at one of Seleevan or Sinistra's soirees, but it always left him feeling number than usual. The sadomasochist in him didn't like to deny itself the chance to appreciate the full range of sensations this life had to offer. However, it was the Mon Calamari that ultimately drew the starved serpent's attention. That trident reminded him of several of the fetish devices found in his brother Kaan's personal dungeon.
Dragus drew a clawed digit and pointed at Fibone. "Perhapsss that one, the fish, would better appreciate your attentionsss. Thisss one will give you twenty creditz if you get him to sssay, 'It'sss a trap'."
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Post by Ayeniner on Apr 23, 2013 0:37:02 GMT -8
Ayeniner analysed the situation in a heartbeat. Boy, was he getting rusty. His sensors registered odour permeating the permacrete of the drinking establishment like some sort of foul corruption; it was sweat mingled with desperation. Ayeniner loved desperation. The pesky astromech found it hard to enter the cantina as the floor was terribly uneven, and so Ayeniner decided to save some pride in his unmistakable entrance.
On his Beat-Boxing loud speakers (open for hire, party-goers!), he selected one of the most appropriate 'tunes' for his arrival. He mentally selected 'play'.
Ayeniner entered the cantina to the tune of the Imperial March, ready to cause trouble and generally be an arse. He would soon take over the Universe, so better start being feared now!
He approached the bar. "You, organic-slaveling! Fetch me some oil."
Ayeniner didn't wait for a response, and turned around to survey the variety of creatures in the cantina. He imagined ascending to the Droid-Godhood and slaying them all in an orgy of organic death. He let them all off, though. He needed some underlings.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Apr 23, 2013 3:37:57 GMT -8
Man it was getting busier and busier in here, next thing the owner of all things on Dressel would walk... wait you mean he is already here? Damn lets meet this man. Standing up from the counter he turned around after cracking his neck he began to swaggar towards Eralam. This time without the potent hallucinogenic his left hand was down by his side, as he walked the few feet the tapping of the bottom of his cane could be heard above all else.
Eyeing the droid up it was obvious this one was either really old or just had a hard life, riddled across its body were countless welds and pock marks. Clearing his throat he contemplated selling him deathsticks just for shits and giggles but thought against it. Rowdy night tonight eh droid?
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Apr 23, 2013 4:04:35 GMT -8
When the pigeon seemingly exploded with a bang, tears came to Cassel's eyes. That fowl and him had been some good times, but at least he had gone like he had always said he would. Yes, Cassel could speak three dialects of pigeon. Cassel took his handkerchief and dabbed the corner of his eye.
"Poor Charlie. I'll miss you, old friend."
Multiple flashbacks of fun times aside, the mention of the famous catchphrase of a long-dead fishy Admiral perked Casel's mood right back up. He jumped up onto an empty bar stool and pulled out a spyglass, and began surveying the surrounding patrons until he spotted the Trident wielder. Cassel, still wearing jingling spurs, hopping down and made his way to Fibone, where he tried to trick him so he could win twenty credits.
"Ahoy there! It's a trap!"
Repetition might work, Cassel though at least. The short chap was a sight to be seen. His wild topknot, the wide smile, wider than most species could manage without breaking something, and his manner of dress. Not to mention the pouches that were filled with various objects, some poking out. The spurs on his boots and the spyglass just seemed to be his normal dress at this point, though that could not be further from the truth. You see this spyglass was black, while the one that Cassel's great great great great great...well....his great grandfather gave him.....was gold..
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Post by Dragus on Apr 23, 2013 5:00:03 GMT -8
Finally free of Cassel's absurdity, or at least temporarily spared from it, Dragus decided it was time to peruse around the cantina. Hefting his glass of Bespin port, the saurian Sith slid off the bar stool and began to pace. Not forgetting his ewok for a minute, the Barabel's tail wrapped itself around Lil'Mort, plucking him from the stool and carrying him behind Dragus as he walked. A pleasant tune caught his ear, broadcast from the speakers of an astromech droid that had just rolled in.
He would have thought it strange that the bartender would allow the droid in, given that most establishments in the galaxy had rules against that sort of thing, but then they had let the Iron Knight in. While technically not a droid, he supposed, Eralam did share much in common with the rolling toaster. At least from a physical standpoint. Then again, after the Shard had shown his aptitude for violence by blowing away the pigeon, it was doubtful that anyone would have argued his right to be in here.
Ayeniner:
Dragus nearly spat out his drink when he heard the astromech address the bartender as such. It reminded him of a certain over zealous Commodore he had once met. The Barabel let out a giggle, though it escaped as more of a sissing sound. On talon tipped toes he walked up to the astromech from behind and tapped one clawed digit on its domed head.
"Whossse assstromech iz thisss?" Naturally he assumed someone was playing a prank on the bar's patrons.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2013 7:03:03 GMT -8
Eralam nodded to the human that had approached him, and continued drinking. And then he heard a familiar voice, a voice that triggered what an organic might have called a migraine. Fucking Ayeniner. That batshit crazy little astromech was going to be a pain in his proverbial ass, he just knew it. The bartender visibly grimaced, more because he didn't like being confused for an organic than anything.
All of Eralam's establishments were staffed by Shards, most of them in HRDs unless the job required a different chassis. Since all the security jobs were taken by Iron Knights, the non Force sensitive Shards tended to fill in the more menial tasks unless they demonstrated an exceptional aptitude for destruction. Not all of them were happy with this arrangement, but the pay was top notch and the fringe benefits were outstanding.
Eralam tossed back the rest of his drink, then reached out with the Force, trying to lift the little astromech off the ground until it was eye level with the RoboNinja.
"I don't mind you visiting the bar, oh annoying one," he said with a growl, "but you WILL behave yourself while in my establishment. Is that understood?"
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