Yusanis Kae
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Post by Yusanis Kae on Feb 7, 2018 9:51:06 GMT -8
Yusanis was gritting his teeth while his head throbbed, trying to keep the cacophony caused by the swirling, turbulent vortex of the Force, from distracting him. It was difficult with the sudden arrival of so many in such a short time frame. They were all clearly here for a reason, and all their reasons were, at least to him, clearly connected. What that connection was though was difficult to pin down, there were too many emotions to sort through, too much static and conflicting senses. The tension in the air was palpable even without the Force. He made to stand up-
Coward
And immediately fell back into his seat, cursing himself, and cursing the Force damned vision.
"Just who the hell is 'Fel' anyway?" he hissed to himself.
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Feb 7, 2018 21:44:05 GMT -8
As the Shift came into view, Aedon felt a sudden churning in his stomach. The idea of running into "old friends" was one thing, but...having to be the bearer of such ill-spoken tidings wasn't his idea of a good time. He maintained his physical composure, though; he didn't want to give Na'me any pause. The Bothan already seemed to be on edge, he seemed to have his hands on the butt of his blasters the entire way to the smugglers' old watering hole. As Aedon noticed the blinking red sign, he felt a chill come over him. Whether it was the cold of the asteroid's atmosphere, or the mingling of nostalgia and nausea in his gut, he couldn't tell. Regardless, he knew he was only delaying the inevitable, standing outside the dilapidated cantina.*
*So...he made his way inside.*
*And suddenly, outside was starting to sound like a grand idea.*
*Aedon's empathic abilities were going into overdrive. Between everyone's sense of urgency, the heightened aggressive hormones from most of the males in the room, and the tinge of sadness and malice swirling about, it was a plethora of bad juju - bordering on the "powder keg" variety. And sitting at a table not twenty feet from where he was standing? The lit fuse -- Malora. He took notice of a few of the other players in the room, although the years between their last meeting had certainly changed their appearances. And there were a few new faces as well - some of which Aedon was sure he hadn't seen on the Skips in the weeks prior. Castle seemed to be behind the bar, handling Drelldel's former responsibilities. That mechanic certainly seemed to be a jack of all trades. Draykon looked a bit more weathered than the last time Aedon had seen him. Liya Tawaza...now there was a sight for sore eyes. She seemed much more at home with her career choice than the last time he'd seen her. The physical armor that she used to wear had been replaced with more of a mental one. She was checking exits, watching patrons, and remaining quite inconspicuous while doing so. Well...as "inconspicuous" as a tall, lean, beautiful Epicanthix woman can be, anyway. It took most of Aedon's own "smuggler savvy" not to be caught staring, to be honest.*
*And then, there were the other glaringly-obvious individuals that Aedon was able to pick out as he walked in. A Mandalorian in full armor, the Shistavanen in the corner, members of Jerrak Vao's "Marauders" still hanging about. Na'me, entering behind Aedon, edged past his captain and walked over to mingle with the few Bothans among them. He still kept a shoulder towards the door, though, making sure to keep Aedon in sight should anything go awry.*
*Aedon tucked his hands into his coat pockets, fiddling with the small disc that the Nagai assassin had given him. That small piece of silicate, which was meant to be as heavy as a primitive guillotine -- all designed to be a deadly blow to one man's reputation. Meant to knock him off the high pedestal that his crew had seemingly placed him upon. Meant to instill doubt and fear in the people Fel cared about. Meant to drive a wedge between the remaining smugglers of the galaxy -- who were already experiencing such a fragility in their loosely-affiliated bonds. Kriff that guy...Kaarn. He knew exactly what he was doing, making Aedon the messenger of all things dire and destitute. Kriff him for making Aedon feel like the bad guy. Aedon wasn't the bad guy - the kriffing Nagai was!*
*And yet...all of that seemed to be a moot point. Because now...now Aedon had to do the unthinkable -- he had to have an actual...cordial...conversation with Malora, of all people. And the thought that that was going to be the highlight of this whole ordeal was both disappointing and alarming on a whole different level. However, what exactly was Shaggy doing here, sitting across from "Lil' Mal"??? That was enough of a mystery in and of itself. If Aedon's assumptions were correct, though, it'd have something to do with the captain of the Unfair Advantage's current whereabouts. Aedon's own intelligence regarding that particular subject had been sparse. Granted, the Zeltron had spent the better part of the past two years taking down a splinter cell of a major crime syndicate responsible for the deaths of most of his crew, so he was allowed to have a bit of a blind spot regarding that.*
*Walking by a serving droid, Aedon stopped it just long enough to ask it for a drink. As it toddled off, he maneuvered himself to a pillar not too far from where Shaggy and Mal were sitting. Leaning onto it, he waited for a break in the conversation. Luckily, the serving droid had brought him a nice glass of scotch to wait with -- served neat, with a nifty little umbrella in it. The latter was a little bit of an inside joke between Aedon and Castle, and the Zeltron gave his former crewmate a nod as he removed the bit of decoration, placing it on the banister beside him. Speaking to himself beneath his breath, he muttered a few choice words.
"Thanks, ya kriffin' techie..."
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Feb 13, 2018 23:06:27 GMT -8
He knew how the sentence was going to end before she stopped herself. She didn't have the time to sit down and talk to him, she didn't have the time to catch up after months of not seeing each other, she didn't have time to spend a moment with the one guy who went out of his way to help her when he didn't have to. She didn't have time for him. Today he was just a contact, a source of information and nothing more. It was a little irritating. He picked up his glass and shot a quick glance at Liya wondering if she was being like that because they were here with her. But then she sat down and at first glance she seemed to relax, at least to some people. But not Adrien, the expression on her face was more than enough to show him that she wanted anything but this little sit down. It kind of made him wonder what had changed since the last time they got together. He could sort of understand why she was acting that way, still, she was being more than a little rude and that couldn't go unpunished. Adrien smiled back and finished his drink in turn, likewise in a single gulp then waved to the waitress for another round. His initial plan was to sit down so both of them could let off some steam, unwind a bit, and forget for a moment the weight of the galaxy they carried on their shoulders, but now he just wanted to waste her time because she didn't feel he was worth it. He sat in silence until the waitress came back with another round. "Thanks," he looked for a nametag but found none, "gorgeous. Keep'em coming if you don't mind." He smiled and slipped a credit chit in her hand then gave her a wink. He then turned back to Malora, "Me? Peachy. Sunshine and rainbows as it were." He glanced at Liya and the nerdy looking fella, then back to Mal. "Though I must say, you lot look a little worse for wear." He took another drink of his whiskey. "Now don't get me wrong, I think you always look good." He looks at Liya again "Her too, the way she constantly looks like she want's to put one between my eyes just gets me fired up." He smirked and returned his attention back to Mal, "Who's the dweeb?"She hadn't mentioned him before, or at least Adrien couldn't recall if she had. Not a lot of their time together was spent talking, least of all about other people. But still, he wondered what someone like that would be doing with them, especially in a place like this. |
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 14, 2018 19:11:58 GMT -8
"Logan?" Of course. No one else fit the 'dweeb' description in this bar. Malora drummed her fingers on the table in front of her, forever fidgety and full of excess energy. Right now it was more to keep her frustration from bubbling over. But she knew what he was doing. Somewhere behind the curtain, she knew she deserved the stalling. "New boyfriend. Great in bed. Knows a lot o' shit." The barest hint of that playful little quirked smile that usually sat at the corner of her lips when they'd banter showed its face. It was fleeting, but it was there. "Something about those academic boys and those thick glasses, y'know?" Another glass of whiskey, gone. Another spike of irritation at Oz Griffin. She could almost feel the nanites blocking the buzz. When she finally got her hands on that slippery lil' bastard… The smirk dropped, but her tone softened a little. "He's been helping us track Fel down. Still no luck. But it sounds like you might have found something? Or did I read your message all wrong?" She really was trying not to be pushy.
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Feb 14, 2018 19:42:28 GMT -8
Logan? No one he'd ever heard of, it made him wonder how he got hooked up with Fel and crew. Her response made him laugh a little, "That guy?!" He exclaimed loudly enough that he was sure the guy heard him and if he didn't Adrien thumbed toward the guy just for good measure. "You'd eat him alive. Spiders do that to flies."
He downed the rest of his whiskey as the waitress brought another round. He noticed something a little off about Mal when she drank, a look on her face like it hurt or maybe something else. Something that certainly wasn't there before but he chose not to ask about yet.
"Fel?" He downed his whiskey once again and held up two fingers to the waitress. "Oh right. I did say I had something didn't I?" He cupped his chin as though he were deep in thought. "What was it?" A fresh glass of whiskey on the table and one more in his hand as he sat back and smirked. "Give it a minute, it'll come to me." He sipped, "For now let's talk about, I dunno, politics, I've got time."
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Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 14, 2018 20:30:32 GMT -8
The more he spoke, the harder it got not to lose it. She set her jaw, a storm on her face.
"Adrien—" The empty glass in her hand shattered, shards crushed to bits under her fingers. Mal barely flinched, fist still balled up. She glared at him intensely through her false smile of ice. "Do not," she warned quietly, opening her hand and letting the bloody pieces go, "push my buttons right now. I can't play today. I'm holding the pieces of my crew together with both hands, we've been scraping the bottom of the barrel for clues for three years, I'm at the very fethin' end of my rope. I need my captain back. Now." Mal leaned forward a bit. Now it was threatening. "So stop dickin' around, and tell me why I'm here, or things are gonna get rough and it's not gonna be the usual fun brand."
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Post by Preacher on Feb 14, 2018 21:04:25 GMT -8
She did know how to raise an eyebrow or three -- he'd give the woman credit for that. Not a skill just anyone has. (Skill? Damnable bit of bad luck? Curse?) She splintered the glass into shards, and in doing so, most of the eyes in the bar -- the ones that weren't too far into the bottom of their cups -- turned to look at Karana Malora. And in so doing, they took in quite a sight. She was beautiful, there was no denying it. And she was deadly. That was made plain by the former receptacle now slicing into her hand. Trouble. Trouble was coming this way, and fast. Silas saw it. He knew Castle saw it, because it had been Castle's eyes that shot toward her first, from behind the bar. Silas had swivelled in his seat, to find that Neassa had also taken note, and the Blonde-haired tough woman not far off had tensed visibly. A newcomer to the bar -- though one who looked casually at home here -- a violet-haired individual (let's call him Purps for short...) also looked at her, as if seeing a ghost. Silas saw this, and more. The Shistavanen was also interested -- hell, everyone in here was aimed squarely at the vixen with hair black as coal...
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Feb 14, 2018 21:07:08 GMT -8
The cocky, joking facade faded almost immediately as the glass shattered in her hand. He knew that his crew may jump into action if they thought he was threatened so he held his hand out hoping they knew well enough to stand down. The look of shock on his face was apparent, though brief as it quickly became obvious that he was more worried about what was going on with her than afraid at what she might do. Her hand however was the least of his worries, she was a tough girl and a little glass was nothing compared to the look in her eyes. It was like she wasn't there, like she was someone else, or something else, "Karana?" He never took his eyes off her, not for a second. Then she leaned forward and actually did threaten him.
He set his glass down and stared right back in silence for a moment. He knew there was nothing she could do to him that he couldn't recover from, or that he would even feel. Not that she needed to know that right now.
He could feel the tension in the room, maybe Liya might get her chance to put him down after all. A quick glance down revealed that his second whiskey had a few shards of bloody glass in it. And the silence would be broken with a sigh. "Settle the frack down. Alright?" He paused and pulled a datachip out of his pocket. "I got a message from Fel a while back. It lead me to Mustafar. He wasn't there but I found this." He held tossed the datachip on the table. "You're not the only ones looking, that came out of a hands of a dead bounty hunter, I don't know who hired him but the price was pretty hefty and he was able to track the trail to Mustafar as well." He glanced down at her hand, then back to her. "So I looked a little further into that message from Fel, it's got Imperial prints all over it. First Order spooks." He leaned in. "That's why you're here." He turned his comms, "Now what the hell his wrong with you?"
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Daniel Logan
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Post by Daniel Logan on Feb 14, 2018 21:46:16 GMT -8
Daniel had sort of just stayed next to Liya for this, he looked around at the dingy bar and decided that it was just best not to touch anything. He wasn't afraid of germs or anything, but it all looked so...greasy, and of course he didn't want to touch something that wasn't his for self-preservation reasons. Most of the people here looked to be a bit on the rougher side, with a few exceptions and there was even a Mandalorian near by, he'd always wanted to study their people first hand but they weren't exactly friendly to outsiders. Though the thought of speaking with one was exciting, he had even learned some of the language through his studies, but had never gotten the chance to hear it spoken aloud before.
Karana had made her way to the guy with the long hair who was sitting alone in a booth. They seemed familiar but it was pretty clear that she didn't want to be here with him, it kind of made Daniel wonder why they were listening to him at all. He also wondered why she would need back up to meet with someone who was a friend, especially when it appeared that he had come by himself, at least Liya didn't seem to recognize anyone, though she did seem to take interest in the Mandalorian as well.
He looked around and started to mimic other people in the bar, relaxing his posture a bit and even leaning against the wall for a second until he heard a loud laugh and saw this Adrien guy point in his direction. "Did he just?---" He asked Liya before Karana broke the glass and he reached for his blaster but was stopped by Liya's more steady hand as the bar fell silent and diverted their attention to Karana and Adrien.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2018 3:51:37 GMT -8
The subtle nuances of intonation, inflection, and body language more telling than the words beings choose to employ in any given interaction, Neassa pays less heed to what Drayon and the brunette say to one another verbally than to their gestures and tones of voice. Whether Draykon intentionally dismisses the dangerous combination of urgency and utter disregard for anything or anyone that comes between the brunette and what she has come to achieve or is so affected by the recent loss of the crew's mechanic that he is oblivious to or unconcerned with the warning signs that the brunette's comportment and tone of voice give off is anyone's guess, and though Neassa remains leaning against the wall behind the befouled table casually with her buy'ce angled to suggest her attention is elsewhere, she inwardly prepares for the moment when Draykon's apparent inability to read the brunette's volatile mood inadvertently creates a spark that will ignite the flames promised by the brunette's fiery gaze and tone.
Neassa's tentative conclusion that the temporal proximity of the arrivals of the tall, slim female and bespectacled male she had appeared to have been shepherding along to the brunette's appearance in the tavern suggested the former were associated with the latter is soon all but confirmed by the exchange between Draykon and the brunette, leading Neassa to reply to Silas' remark about the tall blonde with a terse, Absolutely. Human male with the glasses is interesting too, a suggestion validated not long afterward when a catty, caustic comment from Draykon causes the nebbish male to reach for his blaster only to be stopped by the blonde who, adding another potentially volatile element to the proceedings, Isabella appears to recognize from somewhere. Setting the latter observation aside, unable to ascertain from Isabella's tone whether or not the fact she recognizes the blonde bodes well or ill for the possibility that the blonde recognizes Isabella in turn, Neassa focuses on keeping an eye on the scene that has, it is soon abundantly clear, attracted the notice of the majority of the tavern's patrons for one reason or another.
Not relaxing her vigilance in the least when Draykon, either finally copping to the fact that the brunette's demeanor proclaims a willingness to engage without hesitation in a scorched earth policy where whatever purpose driving her is concerned or having become bored with whatever game he had been playing by delaying handing over the datachip that he eventually produces and blithely tosses onto the table, gives the brunette what, presumably, he had promised to provide, Neassa waits watchfully to learn whether or not all the tension radiating in the air will dissipate now or continue to mount ever higher.
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Feb 15, 2018 6:25:28 GMT -8
As soon as the sound of glass breaking met his ears, he glance over at the table where a long, shaggy haired human male and a raven haired beauty sat. Clearly things weren't progressing the way the raven haired female wanted. As his eyes darted around the bar to take in the scene, he noticed the two Nikto guards at the door make a movement towards the table. But before they proceeded, they glanced over at Castle. With a slight shake of his head, the Nikto, left behind by the owner of the bar, Jerrak Vao, relaxed, but continued to observe a little more closely at the going ons of the Shift. As the waitress that had been serving the couples' table returned to the bar to fill yet another whiskey, Castle flagged her down. Motioning to Silas that he needed to be excused, he walked over to the Twi'lek female.
"Darla, take a break. I got this."
At first, it looked as though she was going to argue with him, but then she saw the look in his eyes. Nodding, she disappeared into the back. Castle grabbed the med kit from under the bar, a few clean rags, a glass that he filled with ice and another two glasses of whiskey. Loading it all up onto the serving tray, Castle made his way over to the table. As he approached, it looked as though the human male was asking a rather obvious question. Reaching the table, Castle cleared his throat, rather loudly. Or louder than intended. When he spoke, however, he kept his voice low enough to not annouce the proceedings at this current table to the entire bar. Though the breaking glass had made sure those who hadn't been drinking here since noon were more aware of what was going on.
"Here, next round of drinks. And..."
Castle plopped the med kit, glass of ice and clean rags on the table next to the woman.
"Figured you might wanna clean yourself up..."
He trailed off and made it very obvious that he was glancing around, then he spoke again.
"I'd take it as a kindness if y'all didn't start anything inside. Folks here are a might twitchy. If you need to settle your differences, take it outside please."
Unsure of the reception he'd receive from them, he inwardly braced for the worst to come.
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Rash Forn
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Post by Rash Forn on Feb 17, 2018 10:24:38 GMT -8
There was much happening in the Red Shift. There were many beings, and so many scents. Some predatory, some prey. He did his best for awhile to content himself with his beer, which was surprisingly good, for a place like this. But he could only ignore his instincts for so long. Two beings in particular made the hair on the nape of his neck stand on end. Women. It was always women -- their chemistry was intoxicating, and Rash found it difficult to refrain from sniffing the air for their unique intoxicants. The Woman trying desperately to remain inconspicuous, in the shadows, was giving off some fairly strong pheromones... but it was the black-haired woman speaking to Adrien Draykon, the man he sought, that was most powerful. In the way she carried herself, in her assertive gestures, her aggressive posturing... all of it was an assault on Rash's senses. And her body chemistry was impossible to ignore. When she crushed the glass in her hand there was no holding back. Against his own better judgement, Rash growled, low and ominous, the lips peeling back from his teeth. Though he did not look in her direction, there was no mistaking his reaction...
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Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 18, 2018 18:59:21 GMT -8
"……He called..you?"
She'd gotten what she'd wanted. Answers had been given, there was a datachip sitting in front of her with possible loads of information on Fel, their three long years of searching every corner of the galaxy might be over and all Malora could do was stare at Draykon in silence. “He called you.” The sudden surge of emotions were so intertwined with each other even she couldn’t figure out how she was feeling. But there was a definite irrational flavor of hurt and jealousy in her tone, even though it made sense why he’d contact Draykon over her, even though she knew there was a damn good reason. But if he could contact Draykon… the image she’d been nurturing for years of her captain locked in some dark hole wasting away under daily torture shattered like the glass in her hand. It was obvious Fel wasn’t in any way ‘ok’. Bounty hunters, First Order, Mustafar, the Cap’n had been pulled into something. But he was alive, he was out and about, he was sending messages to her friends, and in her frayed, exhausted mind rose a question she couldn’t bring herself to think about too hard. Because it meant the blood, sweat and tears of the last few years may have been in vain.
Did he even need their rescue?
In a way, she was grateful the bartender arrived. It snapped her out of her thoughts and gave her a reason not to answer Ade’s last question, although she knew he’d press her about it until she gave in. But not here. Not in the Red Shift. That was a conversation for somewhere else.
Normally, the smuggler would slide her nonchalant sass-mask over her expression and roll up on the newcomer with some snarky innuendos.
Instead, Malora slid the med kit and offered rags across the table to Ade, stood up, threw back the new drink like it was water and got right in the man’s face, sizing him up. “We’re settled here,” she said blandly, but the challenge in her icy eyes was obvious. She traced the tattoo on the right side of his face with her gaze, but she never touched him, even as she circled around him inches away. “Sorry ‘bout the glass. Tawaza, Logan?” Mal motioned for her friends without breaking eye contact with the bartender. “Take a load off, I think we’ll stay a while,” she said, gesturing to the booth she’d just vacated as she slid next to Ade on his side and began rummaging through the medkit.
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Feb 18, 2018 19:19:56 GMT -8
Castle watched as the raven haired woman rose from her seat and sized him up. A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth as she did so. And then she claimed they were 'settled' here. Castle highly doubted that. Everyone here was either high strung, strung out or itching for a fight. Nothing rarely got 'settled' in the Shift. Unless you specifically crossed Aedon or Jerrak, the proprietors of the little slice of paradise, issues were always unresloved. And it usually escalated from there. His gaze followed her as she circled around him, noticing her eyes trace the tattoo on his face. As she circle him, he caught a whiff of her hair. Lightly scented, but sweet smelling. He couldn't identify what it was, but that made her all the more enthralling. A powerful woman, to be sure. Someone that, on a good day, Castle wouldn't mind tusslin' with. Right now, however, something told him he'd be picking up his teeth were she to get physical. Something about that thought caused his smirk to widen slightly. As the woman apologized about the glass and called to her associates to take a load off, Castle watched her slid in beside the male she looked as though she wanted to knock out. Deciding to just let the situation play out rather than push any further, he held both of his hands up, palms out facing, in mock surrender.
"Just figured I'd make sure everything was okay. Had a bout of trouble as of late. Security's on edge. Just wanted to make sure no one was gonna get a blaster bolt sammich instead of their desired drinks."
Even as she rummaged through the medkit, he still couldn't tell whether or not she was gonna take a swing at him, or the man she now sat next to. At this point, he hoped she was being truthful when she said they were settled here. The Nikto standing by the exits and the end of the bar were hired muscle on Vao's payroll. Just because they were big and intimidating didn't mean they were smart. Barely enough intelligence between the four of them to fill a shot glass, he figured. But that wasn't the point. Point was, they were trigger happy. And with the former bar tender having his brains splattered all over the bar a few weeks ago, Castle was hoping to avoid anymore conflict while he was still here.
"Name's Castle. Need anything, I'm the guy behind the bar."
He flashed both the man and woman a roguish, lopsided grin. He paused for a mere moment, just to see if the man had anything to add, as he had remained silent throughout the entire scene of the raven haired woman sizing him up and seating herself beside him. He looked like a big talker, so Castle figured he'd have something to add.
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Yusanis Kae
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Post by Yusanis Kae on Feb 19, 2018 5:08:15 GMT -8
Yusanis hated the Force some days. Sure, it was useful. It let him "see," in a number of ways in fact. But that sight was sometimes fickle, especially when it came to the future, or in this case, people. The swirling maelstrom that he'd been sensing had reached such a high point, he had briefly wondered how something violent hadn't occurred. It was focused around the two individuals meeting, across the room from him, mostly the woman. But then something had changed, and the maelstrom seemed to freeze for a brief, eternal moment, before it changed. It was like watching a storm break against an immovable wall, the point of impact cracking back through the storm instead of the wall, and then it shattered to pieces and what was left was just a strong gust of wind.
Yusanis grimaced. The lack of the maelstrom was welcome, the sudden clarity of the individual that was its apparent source...not so much. There was something decidedly broken about the woman, as though some part of her was missing and what was left was unstable because of it. With an effort, Yusanis turned his focus away from her and back to the rest of the room while the bartender spoke and the woman moved to sit next to the man she'd been sitting across from moments before. Tensions were still high, but it seemed as though they were lessened now that whatever had been building up had suddenly passed.
Yusanis tilted his head slightly toward the table across the room, a frown creasing his brow. Whatever was going on over there was clearly linked to the vision he'd experienced, but he still couldn't see how. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to see how.
Coward...
Then there was that problem. He needed to find a way off this station, preferably quickly. The Seekers would only send one more after him, only give him one more chance. If he didn't take it, they'd bring him in by force. Either option simply wasn't an option. He wouldn't go back to Alpheridies. Couldn't go back. With a groan lamenting his current situation, Yusanis stood up from the booth he was sitting in, faced the table across the room for a brief moment, and then abruptly turned to the bar and strode over to it, keeping his head still as he moved, not letting on that he could sense every glance in his direction from the few people he passed by, before he seated himself on a stool at the bar.
I need a kriffing drink...
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Feb 20, 2018 23:17:24 GMT -8
Ah...the break that Aedon had been looking for.*
*Or, perhaps, the one he should just let go by the wayside, considering Lil' Mal's bad attitude that always seemed to spring up.*
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*Nah. Why waste such a wholesome opportunity?
Aedon swirled the remaining scotch he had in his glass around a few times before nonchalantly moving away from his leaning post and smoothly sliding into the booth seat opposite Shaggy and the Wonder-Witch. He seemed to do so before Liya and Specs had a chance to take the seat as offered; it was a favored pasttime of his. Pissing Malora off, that is. As he slid into the seat, he sat his glass down on the table, and moved his blade from his side to rest squarely on his lap. Maintaining his aloof facade, he never even made eye contact with either of the booth's other occupants. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the glass before him. He tilted it back, then picked it up to take a sip before pulling it away to look on at the two "old comrades" of days gone by.
"Glad you kids finally got through kicking sand in each others' faces. The sandbox is a little...crowded tonight, if you catch my meaning." He raised an eyebrow, gesturing with his amethyst eyes toward the other patrons. "We've just repainted in here, y'know...getting difficult to get the bloodstains out of the wall, 'specially when the blood's green, blue, and all other manner of rainbowy shades out there."
He made a note to keep toying with his glass, knowing it would bother "Short-fuse" to no end. If he didn't end up wearing the contents of his glass, he'd almost be disappointed in her.
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Henoc Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
Posts: 52
Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Feb 25, 2018 9:37:11 GMT -8
As he waited for the Barabel's reaction to what he had last said, another Mandalorian entered the Shift, sporting the markings of Clan Awaud. Sure enough, like clock work, his brother had managed to find him. He'd have to give his ship another sweep for hidden tracers and changed the encryption on his comm frequency. But, despite his minor annoyance at his brother's arrival, he wouldn't turn down the extra set of blasters. Especially given the target he was to apprehend. And then came the comment. Taking another swig from his glass, he swallowed it and without looking at his brother, fired back his retort."Clearly you haven't looked in a mirror lately, have ya, scar-face?"There was no hiding the fact that Orrick himself, sported some very defining scars on his face. Disfiguring, some might even say. But his brother...well his brother was fortunate to still be walking and talking, given his ragged appearance. Such was the price one eventually paid in this line of work, however. If you went through life as a mercenary without a few scars, you were doing it wrong. As the server droid came back with another drink for himself and his brother, he raised his glass to his brother."Aay'han"A simple, but powerful term. 'Remembering and Celebrating' was the translation to basic. Henoc would understand what he meant by that. Returning his focus to the Barabel, he waited to see the reptile's response. |
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Orrick Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
Posts: 140
Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Feb 25, 2018 10:25:10 GMT -8
Orrick downed the rest of his drink and nodded as his brother said they should get down to business.
"Alright. I have a job. A big one. One you don't say no to. Given the nature of the target, I figured leaking the information so Henoc would show up was a good idea. I've also asked our reptilian friend here to join us, as he has some dealings with the First Order, given the nature of his last job. Now, before I dive in to anymore details, our employer isn't the type to be kept waiting. So we need to move quickly. But we also need to tip the odds into our favour, otherwise none of us will be left to collect the payment. Any questions so far?"
Despite the going-ons in the bar around them, Orrick ignored the sound of glass breaking and the angry outbursts from a raven haired female. Not his problem. And until it was made to be his problem, he'd ignore it. He had bigger fish to fry, so to speak.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Feb 25, 2018 10:39:08 GMT -8
Erpon listened to the Mandalorian before him, watching as a second joined him. Disfigured and heavily scarred, the second Mando removed his helmet. Now, Erpon didn't know much about human anatomy or even human rhetoric, but even he knew the second Mando was being insulted. The Barabel's nostrils flared as several newcomers entered. Each sporting their own distinct aroma. Several females and a few males. Mostly all human. One Epicanthix. And one smelly Shistavanen. Putrid creatures. But challenging prey. Erpon, himself, has a Shistavanen pelt stored in his ship. The claws and fangs made for excellent daggers or spear points. Tuning out the others milling about and listening to the Mandalorian before him, he cocked his head to the left in a questioning manner.
"You speak as if we hunt Jeedai. If that is the case, Saris cannot participate..."
The Barabel held great respect for the keepers of the peace in the galaxy. He could not bring himself to hunt one. As challenging as it may be, he would not hunt something that he revered.
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Adrien Draykon
Retired High Councilor
The Smuggler King
Posts: 720
Traffic Light: Orange
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Feb 25, 2018 23:45:41 GMT -8
The look of disbelief in her eyes as she came to the realization that Fel could have contacted her all this time was kind of sad, even to Adrien. He didn't like seeing her upset like that but he understood why Fel contacted him instead of her, but she didn't deserve to feel that way, least of all from the guy she cared about most. He resisted the urge to reach out and help her with her hand so instead he just sat and watched her process what he had just told her, the rush of emotions that flooded over her evermore apparent as the seconds passed by. Damn she was beautiful, Adrien imagined just about every man in here would do anything to have her and he thought she was crazy for not using it to her advantage. The more he stared the more he was reminded of every little detail that had sort of faded over time, the slight brushing of freckles across her nose, the cool scent of spearmint radiating from her, and then there was that incredible icy blue shade of her eyes. He wondered if Fel knew how she felt and if he did he wondered if he was trying to get to her the way that he should be. Of course Adrien knew why Fel contacted him instead of her, he knew why Fel was probably keeping a wide birth, but still, sitting here now Adrien wasn't sure if he could do the same if he were in Fel's shoes. Fel had to know that eventually what he was dreading was going to come, just as Adrien knew. It was taxing to even think about. He needed a drink and when he finally looked away he noticed some guy walking up to them, it looked as though that drink was on the way...
The bartender had taken over for their waitress, and of course he had a warning for them after the glass shattering. The guy seemed nice enough but Adrien had a lot of experience on this rock and appearances can be deceiving. But he at least brought a medkit so at least he's got a brain, and maybe even a heart. Adrien only nodded a thank you as Karana got in the guy's face. He gulped down his drink and then scooted over as she slid into his booth. He wasn't overly thrilled when she called her crew to come sit with them, especially considering the way Liya looks at him, like she's imagining his dead body hitting the ground.
When he noticed the bartender lingering he figured it was because Adrien hadn't said anything. "Thanks for the medkit. Can we get another round?" He then grabbed the medkit away Mal and pulled out some tweezers. "Give me your hand, we've got to get the glass out." He took her hand and began to pull the shards out piece by piece. "Sorry." He hoped it didn't hurt as bad as he thought it would. He paused, not having a lot of time before their new guests arrive to their booth. "You know why---" The sudden appearance of Aedon Gavin Montrose was a shock for sure, but this couldn't be random. Speaking of rainbowy shades, Periwinkle, What the hell are you doing here?"
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