Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Apr 25, 2013 15:48:58 GMT -8
Watching the brawl proceed with some distaste, Pawn wondered what had started the ruckus in the first place. Regardless of what started it, the fight seemed to be centered around a rather ridiculous looking fellow, completely covered in pink, and wielding an Indigo shoto-lightsaber, with some apparent skill, though his lack of discipline was abhorrent. Seeing the focus of the fight, lower his guard at the first notes from the Barabel's fancy flute, I sniff disdainfully at the scaly creature while carefully holstering my Ion pistol.
Do try to maintain better control over your pets in the future, this is not a zoo.
Picking my way carefully through the debris strewn room, taking care to keep as much distance between me and every other being still in the place as possible, I approach the bar and order a bottle of Hapan Gold Wine. While I wait for the drink, I keep an eye on the previous ... combatants just in case they hadn't quite settled down just yet. My black eyes roamed over the now largely destroyed "lodge" and made a personal note to never have any of these beings over for dinner. I vaguely wished I hadn't decided against wearing my vibro-rapier, and matching dagger, but it was too late to change my mind now, so I focused maintaining a modicum of control over the space adjacent to me.
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Ayeniner
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Post by Ayeniner on Apr 26, 2013 2:43:57 GMT -8
Ayeniner heard the music and took it for a lullaby, because it was certainly making his circuitry slow. Still disguised as a table leg, he looked around for the source. "Well," he beeped in binary, "who'd've thought that such a big gecko could make such a beautiful tune?" Then Ayeniner worked out a plan.
He'd wait until they were all tired from the fighting, and slaughter them all! He almost shook at the excitement, and oil dribbled down his leg at the mere thought. Until that time, though, he'd continue in his clever disguise. He was virtually unrecognisable.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Apr 26, 2013 4:13:46 GMT -8
Dragus' previously poised features rapidly turned to disbelief as Cassel appeared to escape the sedated fug the Barabel's tune had put him in. It was of course equally possible that it had been all of an act to begin with, though the world may never know the truth. What was painfully obvious was that the little imp was now trying to snatch the saurian Sith's precious cargo. Yet as Lil'Mort's fuzzy paws were taken into Cassel's hands, the galaxy's most malnourished ewok didn't make a sound. The serene musical tune the lizard had meant for the imp had inadvertently put his ewok companion into a daze as well. All for the better he supposed, as his tail wrapped harder around the ewok's lower half, engaging in a tug of war with Cassel.
"Eh! Let go!" Hissed the Sith, struggling to hold on to his beloved snuggle buddy. Fortunately having a tail freed up his hands, switch Dragus used to humorous effect. He swatted at Cassel with his flute, trying to give the imp a good smacking.
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Post by Jassar Yulan on Apr 26, 2013 6:57:05 GMT -8
Jassar came running up towards Cassel and let go a ferocious clawed punched as Dragus distracted him as he tried to get free. Hopefully the hit if it connected with Cassel would send him flying through the air. Jassar had a statement to make and it was one of "do not color him in pink."
Why couldn't any of his attempts land a hit on Cassel?
Jassar smash.
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Apr 26, 2013 11:19:59 GMT -8
Cassel continued to tug on Lil'Mort, as both him and the Ewok seemed to be in an almost zombified trance. It took Cassel a few moment to come to once the music stopped, along with several hits of a flute to his head. Cassel let go of Lil'Mort as he came to and slowly looked around, just in time to see Jassar's fist impact his face, and send all 84 pounds of him across the bar. If this was a fighting game, the game announcer would at this point be yelling "K.O.!" Cassel twitched a bit and then went limp on the floor. Almost immediately a large bruise was already beginning to form.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2013 18:48:56 GMT -8
If you ever get the chance to see a Shard falling on the ground because of laughter, I would suggest you take pictures. It is a sight to behold. As soon as Cassel got decked, the RoboNinja hit the ground, great mechanical spasms of mirth rocking his body. It was the funniest goddamn thing he had ever seen, and he had been around for a long, long time.
"Ok," he said, in between cackles. "Jassel, you win free booze for life. As long as I control Dressel, you and your descendants drink free here."
It took him a few moments to regain his composure, but once he did, it was all business again.
"As for the rest of you..."
Eralam called upon his massively powerful connection to the Force. The mystical energy converged on his soul, the nearly bottomless capacity for power sucking it in like water down a drain. It's not often that he calls upon his full potential, and certainly never in a serious SL. The sheer strength of his presence in the Force is often enough to momentarily stun those not familiar with it. Since there were probably a few folks with no connection to the Force in the bar, Eralam used a minuscule amount of power to trigger a hidden switch that would cause the lights to flicker menacingly. It would also cause the aircon to create dramatic little swirls of air around him, which would make any bits of paper or light debris (of which there was plenty) float about, providing a visual metaphor for the intangible power that was his to command. It also caused the temperature to drop a few degrees, adding to the effect. All in all, it was well worth the investment.
"...stop fighting before I'm forced to kill you all. I am truly impressed by your collective capacity for chaos, and frankly, I think you're underutilizing it. What say you to the notion of working together to make the galaxy a little less sane? The pay is great, and the health plan has dental. Thoughts?"
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Apr 26, 2013 19:48:04 GMT -8
Having selected a seat near the end of the bar, thus decreasing the chances of being caught unawares, Pawn watches the fray continue with some mild amusement at the apparent abhorrence the Barabel ad for being clung to by the odd creature that seemed to be the cause of it all. It was with visible shock that he watched Jassar smash the odd fellow straight towards Pawn. Fortunately for the, now unconscious, creature, it hit the floor before it reached him and came to rest five meters from the falleen man. Pawn might have finished the creature then and there, but his wine arrived and he quickly composed himself, turned and paid for the bottle of wine. He then popped off the top and poured himself a tall glass, which he downed in one gulp, before pouring a second glassful and turning back to the room at large. Letting his right hand dangle near his holstered Ion pistol, Pawn sipped the wine appreciatively, once more wearing an impassive mask, and spoke to the room at large, but not to anyone in particular. Pawns voice was arrogant, with a hint of condescension, but beyond that it was almost congenial. "Will someone please remove that ... thing from this fine establishment, it's ruining the mood."If you ever get the chance to see a Shard falling on the ground because of laughter, I would suggest you take pictures. It is a sight to behold. As soon as Cassel got decked, the RoboNinja hit the ground, great mechanical spasms of mirth rocking his body. It was the funniest goddamn thing he had ever seen, and he had been around for a long, long time."Ok," he said, in between cackles. "Jassel, you win free booze for life. As long as I control Dressel, you and your descendants drink free here." It took him a few moments to regain his composure, but once he did, it was all business again."As for the rest of you..." Eralam called upon his massively powerful connection to the Force. The mystical energy converged on his soul, the nearly bottomless capacity for power sucking it in like water down a drain. It's not often that he calls upon his full potential, and certainly never in a serious SL. The sheer strength of his presence in the Force is often enough to momentarily stun those not familiar with it. Since there were probably a few folks with no connection to the Force in the bar, Eralam used a minuscule amount of power to trigger a hidden switch that would cause the lights to flicker menacingly. It would also cause the aircon to create dramatic little swirls of air around him, which would make any bits of paper or light debris (of which there was plenty) float about, providing a visual metaphor for the intangible power that was his to command. It also caused the temperature to drop a few degrees, adding to the effect. All in all, it was well worth the investment."...stop fighting before I'm forced to kill you all. I am truly impressed by your collective capacity for chaos, and frankly, I think you're underutilizing it. What say you to the notion of working together to make the galaxy a little less sane? The pay is great, and the health plan has dental. Thoughts?" Pawn took another sip his wine, his eyes never lingering on anyone for more than a second, but were instead panning the room, alert for further mischief. He held the wine in his left hand, with the partially emptied bottle on the bar behind his left elbow, he stood leaning back slightly against the bar relaxed, but observant. He considered the Droids words, and while his methods varied greatly from what he'd witnessed, the idea intrigued him. Pawn would not speak up just yet, but if the droid was watching him, it would notice the slight nod and brief grin Pawn sent its way. He sipped his wine again, and when the glass was lowered, the mask was back in place. These were strangers, and Pawn wasn't about to let down his guard, just because they all worked together now.
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Post by Ayeniner on Apr 27, 2013 6:31:34 GMT -8
Ayeniner physically shook at the creepy lights and obviously fake noises - it was scary! - but, when he heard what his ol' buddy Eralam had to say on going forward, he squealed in delight and rushed out from his hiding spot. He wouldn't be surprised if everyone had thought he had disappeared, considering what a good table leg he made. Not only did he enjoy the thought of destabilising the galaxy - all ready for his ascension, of course - but there was one thing that really topped the deal off.
"You have dental?!" He squeaked in basic. "You know, dental treatment is one part of the health sector that droids like me just cannot find. I am so in."
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Apr 27, 2013 6:32:02 GMT -8
Bat watched the punch land with dismay, he knew it would be over once it landed and try as he might he wouldnt be able to get his guns to bare in time. So he watched the hit land and the one everyone was gunning for shut up for a while. It was what happened next that shook him though, the lights began to flicker someone was either really pissed or they wanted to make a statement.
At this he cracked open his guns to take out the spent shells and replaced them with loose rounds that he pulled from his pocket. Looking at the droid as he put the weapons back in his body he bent down and picked up his cane. Good pay and dental? Considered me hired.
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Post by Jassar Yulan on Apr 27, 2013 7:22:05 GMT -8
Jassar straightened himself up. And then watched Eralam go crazy as he put it in his mind. He postured himself behind a table and watched on some in fear and other in amazement. He quickly found words when the Iron Knight spoke.
What else? Jassar no like dentists nor doctors. Do you at least have weapons?
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Post by Dragus on Apr 28, 2013 4:59:54 GMT -8
There was something unmistakably old about the Shard's Force aura, and the saurian who prided himself on his own affinity for the ethereal arts actually felt a moment of awe. This was short lived, however, as the scheming serpent's brain began to calculate the value the offered arrangement promised. He weighed the pros and cons, finding the positive to outweigh the negative by several degrees. If anything, it would be a welcome distraction from his many other concerns and responsibilities. A little wanton chaos to recharge his batteries, as it were.
"Thisss one iz in." He hissed, performing a half bow with one arm draped across his chest.
A thought occurred to him. For as much as the others had proven themselves, it had been Cassel who had handled the greatest amount of punishment, holding several of them off at a time until Jassar's punch knocked him out. He couldn't be sure, but even that may have been a part of the little imp's plan. Someone to watch for sure, perhaps even to learn from as well. Which meant of course... Dragus walked over to Cassel's prone form and squatted down, snapping two clawed digits over the imp's face, attempting to elicit a reaction. He looked over his shoulder at Eralam and addressed the Iron Knight directly.
"Az much az thisss one hatesss to sssugessst it, you would be wissse to include the half-man az well. Annoying though he may be, hisss resssilience waz rather impresssive."
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Post by Fisbone on Apr 28, 2013 5:48:42 GMT -8
Fisbone was rather surprised by the odd turn of events, especially when the tin man began to apply pressure through the bonds of chaos. He was surprised at the raw power displayed by the iron knight, and was intrigued by the offer of employment. Truthfully Fisbone was running out of money quite quickly and getting payed causing caos sounded like just the perfect gig. Using his trident the Mon Calamari Rogue removed a bottle from behind the bar and brought it to his lips. After emptying half the contents into his stomach he slams the bottle onto the counter.
I'm in. Do I get to kill Quarrens?
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Post by Darth Specter on Apr 28, 2013 12:57:06 GMT -8
The whole time the only thing Specter had been doing as reading his book literally he had barely taken notice of the chaos that was going around the with people fighting and everything. As entertaining as it would of been to see a shard laugh Specter had sadly missed that as well as he calmly turned a page in his book and continued reading. It wasn't until he had finished the chapter he was reading that he closed the book and began to listen in on what was being said and he gathered some kind of offer had been made. He did recall something about being paid and a dental plan and so he stood there thoughtfully for a moment as it eventually came back to him about what they were all talking about.
You can count me in, its always fun spreading chaos through the galaxy.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2013 13:44:36 GMT -8
Eralam glared at Dragus. Most droids can't pull off a proper glare, but Eralam could do a great many things that a droid would find tricky. At any rate, the glare was partly because he didn't like the suggestion, but mostly because he knew that the lizard was right.
"Son of a..." he muttered. "Damn you. You're right, but damn you anyway. The short one can have a job when he wakes up too. I hate you so much right now..."
Fortunately, the musing on future pains in the ass was cut short by specieism.
"Um, we're not purposefully hunting them down, if that's what you're asking."
Somehow, the Shard gave off the impression of having a brow furrowed from some particularly deep thinking. You could almost here the internal debate over whether or not he wanted to keep the guy around.
"Tell you what: if we find any Quarren that absolutely must die, you can pull the trigger. Or thrust the trident, whatever the case may be. Any other questions or requests from the gang?"
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Apr 28, 2013 14:06:07 GMT -8
Cassel waited patiently for the right time to hop up and surprise everyone. He had long ago learned how to take a punch. It was something he had to get used to sometimes. It was sometimes better for the bigger person to believe they had one though. At the mention that he was included in the deal, Cassel hopped up and held a index finger high in the air, above his head.
"I want milk! And cookies! And I want to get an autographed picture of all the Whills together making funny faces! Like a big happy family, you know!? It'd fit perfectly with my Kulu hat!"
At the mention of one of his most prized possessions, Cas pulled the replica hat out of one of his pouches and put it on his head, where it immediately fell over his eyes, being to big for his small head. He began wandering around like a blind person, unable to see.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 29, 2013 4:52:38 GMT -8
Any more questions? Eralam had already said the job paid great, granted them the opportunity to make the galaxy less mentally stable (always a plus), and had dental coverage. What else was there to ask? Oh, that's right.
"Where do we ssstart?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2013 11:49:29 GMT -8
Eralam thought about that for a minute, and by that I mean he stood there for 60 seconds and mapped out the future.
"Um, I suppose we should start with introductions. Please state your name, any special skills you might have, and whether or not you'll be wanting to make a trip to the armory once we're done here.
"For those of you that don't recognize me, I'm Eralam. I'm an Iron Knight. I'm older than Villa's mum and I've left almost as many people dead over the years."
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Post by Ayeniner on Apr 30, 2013 0:07:46 GMT -8
Ayeniner squealed at the chance to further spread his infamy. He wheeled forward, not making any obvious effort to avoid Dragus' tail as he darted for the spotlight.
"I'm Ayeniner," he said in a suave, sexy voice in Basic. "I am the future ruler of the Galaxy, and most notorious and dangerous Astromech you will ever meet." He looked around, his photoreceptor swivelling on his dome head. "You will all eventually prostrate before me."
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Post by Dragus on Apr 30, 2013 3:53:41 GMT -8
A pained hiss sounded as the Barabel's tail was run over. He would have swatted the droid good for that, but the little scamp was already halfway through his speech by the time Dragus had turned around.It was hard for the Saurian Sith to honestly criticize Ayeniner's claim that they would one day prostrate themselves before the droid. He and his brothers already worshiped a machine, granted one many million times as large as the astromech, but a machine was still a machine no matter what the size. He made a mental note to stay on the little mech's good side on the off chance that he did one day become the ruler of the galaxy.Dragus turned his scaled snout from one side to the other, acknowledging all of those present before making his own introduction."Thisss one iz known az Dragusss. You may recognize me from my holo-net commercial. Outssside of my conssservation activitiesss I like to sssit around a bunsssen burner and craft alchemical concoctionsss. Healing poulticesss, poissson, ssstamina enhancersss, sssomething to help you with the ladiesss...whatever ticklesss your fancy."
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Apr 30, 2013 8:07:52 GMT -8
Stooping into a bow Bat looked around at the fellow people in the bar, tapping the ground with his cane he laughed for a second. Only days before he had been hired by some big wig to kill another big wig, now he was hired by one of the oldest beings in the galaxy to just fuck around. This was going to be fun. The names Bartholomew Materson but most people call me Bat. Besides being one of the fanciest people around, I am a pretty good shot with my guns, can shoot a cig out of someones fingers at 50 paces. Although I cant claim as many deaths as Villas mum, nor aspire to be a glorious leader or an Ewok savior I can claim to be fancy as shit.
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