Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 3, 2018 21:14:19 GMT -8
The color commentary was not unexpected. Aedon was a Zeltron, and amongst anyone else who wasn't a Zeltron, it was almost redundant how often the color of his hair came into a conversation. Aedon had gotten so used to it that it was beginning to become a game to him, keeping tabs on how many times someone used a certain shade as a nickname for him. Shaggy's was on the short list...eight times, actually. Not that the Zeltron captain needed any help making his hair a talking point, but Aedon was actually quite proud of his look. In the last few months, he'd actually gotten back to using product in his hair, making the violet luster shine a little brighter. He figured he'd earned the right to be a little vain, considering he'd gone through the hell of making sure the Skips were free of the grip of the Syndicate - although, admittedly, he had a stake in that as well.Moving his violet locks away from his eyes so he could look Adrien dead in the eye, he folded his hands behind his head. Leaning back a bit, Aedon visibly relaxed just enough so that he gave off an aloof appearance. A little swagger, a little smirk, and a lot of acting - because he wasn't about to get caught flat-footed by Malora, not in the least. And it also allowed him to take a few moments to gauge the room again empathically. Still, he carried on the conversation that his old comrade started.
"Oh, you hadn't heard? Vao and I have kinda taken over this joint...well, the Skips, I mean. We're trying this whole 'grassroots' approach to governing - power to the people, that kinda thing. We couldn't let the big crime bosses keep wrapping their fingers around our metaphorical - sometimes literal - throats. So, we offed 'em. Now, we're trying to run the show. But meh...that's all kinda boring, surely. Let's get to why you're back out in the boonies, shall we?"
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Mar 5, 2018 14:02:02 GMT -8
As Montrose jawed on Adrien turned his attention back to Karana's hand and finished picking the glass shards out, then wrapped it in one of the clean rags. "Hold this tight." He quietly said to Karana as Aedon struggled to get to the point. The purple-haired wonder and some dude named Vao have "taken over" the Smuggler's Run and are trying to govern the skips. Adrien held back his laughter. They weren't the first to "take over" the skips and they certainly won't be the last. It was an awful idea to try and run things here, it only paints a target on your back and Adrien knew a thing or two about that. "Congratulations." The muted tone of sarcasm was more than enough to let Aedon know that Adrien didn't care about his new found position. If that wasn't enough, he didn't make eye contact while he picked through the medkit and found some bandages.
"This should stop the bleeding but you probably need stitches and for that you're gonna need a better doctor than me." He joked as he began wrapping her hand in guaze. Just about the time Aedon had gotten to his point. Why were they here? The question was annoying enough but the way that he first asserted that he was in charge now before he ever asked said more than words ever could. He finished up and turned to Aedon, "Not that it's any of your business Purps, but I'm obviously here meeting a friend." He held out his hands as though to present Karana. "Ta-da, here she is." He glanced over to the bar to see where that next round he ordered. "You don't look satisfied with that answer, how 'bout this, this is the Smuggler's Run and in case you forgot, I'm a smuggler. Enough? No? I like it here. Need more? I have some property here that I haven't been to in a while, thought I might visit. Anything else?"
He sat back and relaxed. "I like you Purps, don't change my mind about that. Now, if there's nothing else we have friends on their way over here that whose seat you are currently occupying, if there is something else how 'bout you get to the point and just tell me what the hell you want?"
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 6, 2018 2:29:36 GMT -8
There it was, plain and simple. Adrien had gone and spat out some convoluted nonsense, trying to cover up the facts and -- wait...was that...annoyance Aedon was sensing? And...gorram it, he thought Aedon was trying to be nosy! What the kriff?! There was a moment where - if Adrien was paying any kind of attention (although if the rest of his actions were any indication, he wasn't) - Aedon had an uncontrolled microexpression come across his features. It suggested that he was somewhat hurt on some deep, subconscious level. To be certain, Aedon couldn't give two flying kriffs what most people thought about him. Shaggy would normally be included in that group, most of the time. But Aedon had always felt like the two of them held a sort of kindred spirit in terms of their zeal for life. And they also had a bit of a past, whether Adrien wanted to remember it or not. The last time they were in this kriffin' cantina together was a fine example of that. And holy kark, that was a flippin' holodrama if Aedon ever saw one. Nika Rodan, playing the role of super-jealous girlfriend, Rowyn Pyotr, throwing in his lot as the salvager of sloppy seconds...and then there was Fel...and Tir Kaarn -- frack...Kaarn. There he was again, making an appearance in Aedon's brainpan. If Kinsey hadn't shown up with most of Aedon's crew...*
*...Kinsey. Atlas. Jesse and Jordan. Tom Helix. They'd made themselves present in his mind again, if only for a brief moment. Aedon saw all of their faces, some smiling, some stern and disapproving, and Atlas was too busy being stoic. And then, the next flash. All of them, dead. Aedon had half a moment where he blanked out of Adrien's little blabber-bit and almost missed the rest of his snarky commentary. His brow furrowed for a brief moment when he suggested that Aedon was interrupting such a "pleasant evening" -- if Adrien was even halfway-aware of what Aedon knew! Oh, but he would be...As Shaggy finished making himself feel like the big man he thought he was - probably to impress...Malora...(he had to repress a shudder from that thought) - Aedon rapped the table with his fingertips. With the same hand, he gestured toward Adrien in a very "matter-of-fact" fashion.
"Y'see? That! That's why I respect the hell out of you, Shaggy. Straight to kriffin' business! Why dick around, right?" The steel in his gaze never wavered "But honestly, did you think I was kriffin' digging for info, you sardonic little shavit? As if I wouldn't know that you came here to pass on intel about frackin' Fel -- which, surprise-surprise, I've gotten a tidbit on him, too." His other hand had been resting in his jacket pocket, holding onto the disc. He picked now to pull it out, tossing it onto the table nonchalantly. "This lovely little 'gem' got handed off to me by Tir-frackin'-Kaarn. It's got Fel's life story on there. All the dirty details. Came with a warning, too. Kriff that, though, right?"
He didn't even care what the Firrereo had to say after that, but he felt the need to add to his diatribe.
"If you still think I'm taking up kriffing space, by all means, I'll leave you to it. Just figured you'd wanna know who's got a stanging hard-on for trying to ruin all things Fel-related. By the way -- that means the lot of us."
He downed the rest of his scotch. Slapping the glass back down on the table, he immediately realized how much he'd overreacted to Adrien's prodding.All the sugar-coating that he was planning to sprinkle through his warning was gone. He'd actually planned to make it all seem like he was earnestly attempting to help. He wanted to make things whole again between the smugglers. To give them all a fighting chance against upstarts like Kaarn, against the ever-growing First Order. If they had any chance of surviving, it was likely going to take a concerted effort on all of their parts. Fat chance of that happening now, though. Aedon had gone and allowed himself to get sentimental again. He'd been spoken down to one too many times...Shaggy sure as kriff wasn't gonna get away with it, no matter WHO he was trying to do the horizontal mambo with.*
*Ok...this time, an actual shudder -- if only for a second.
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Orrick Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Mar 11, 2018 10:04:19 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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Isabelle Eoura
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Post by Isabelle Eoura on Mar 30, 2018 21:11:24 GMT -8
It appeared that Liya hadn't seen her yet, perhaps because she was sitting in the dark or more likely because of the holodrama going on at the captain's table. It wasn't very interesting, at least not to Isabelle so she took a moment to look around the room at all of the other patrons, which she would have been doing anyway under normal circumstances. There was Mirilukan who seemed to be taking particular interest in what was going on with Adrien and his mystery girlfriend, he acted as though he wanted to talk to them but maybe was afraid to, standing up and sitting down and 'looking' in their direction over and over again. There was clearly something on his mind, something that was stressing him out based on how he clinched his jaw and his general demeanor.
I wonder what M's plan was for those people, they need the force to see, did he want to exterminate them or just blind them?---I guess there is tech that helps the blind see. I wonder if it would work on them?
He was interesting enough, but not a threat as far as she could tell, at least not at the moment. And he certainly didn't seem like a potential mark. She glanced around the room for only a moment when he noticed a Shistavanen, if anyone knew she was sitting here it was him, if not by her scent then he actually saw her. The wolf-men were known to be able to see in the darkness, it made them perfect hunters. He was a definite threat, possibly the biggest one in the room.
Smelly mutt.
A couple of Mandalorians and a Barabel were meeting here as well. If the Shistavanen wasn't the biggest threat the Barabel probably was, and with Mandalorian friends at his side. Together they were without a doubt the biggest potential problem. But they all seemed more caught up in their own business, not really interested in what was going on with the rest of the bar.
Bounty hunters, could be useful if we have the credits to hire them.
The rest of the bar seemed less interesting, there was a group of bothans who seemed to be having a good time together, a couple of smugglers at the bar apparently waiting around for work, and a few other people sprinkled throughout the place more or less minding their own business. It was clear that anything interesting that might happen was going to be centered around the bounty hunters, the wolf, the Miralukan, or them.
Isabelle. Was. Bored.
And with the introduction of a new element to Adrien's table it seemed now might be an opportune time to insert herself to mix things up a little. After all the 'excitement' of the breaking glasses, management stepping in, and a stick measuring contest between Adrien and another man with beautiful purple hair. She loved that hair. Her position had surely been compromised by the Shistavanen anyway. Besides, she wasn't sure how Liya would react to her presence, they didn't part on the best of terms and it seemed like Adrien could use the distraction, it seemed to her that he was in a little over his head. She slid out of her seat and made her way across the room to the table and quickly pushed her way into the seat next to the man with the beautiful purple locks. Pretending not to even notice Adrien and his girlfriend.
"I absolutely love your hair. Is it natural?"
She talked in the most authentic fangirl voice as he could muster and even tried to run her fingers through the fields of violet atop his head.
"Oh. I'm Amélie by the way but most people just call me Amy."
She smiled at him and brushed her own hair behind her ear.
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Apr 12, 2018 12:53:35 GMT -8
Castle was still keeping an eye on things with the arrival of a rather large group. The raised voices, high tensions and the shattering of a glass. All in all, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Having been the cause of and witness to many altercations within the Shift, Castle was grateful for the lull in violence. That didn't mean nothing was going to happen. Quite the contrary, really. All this palpable ease was making his nose twitch. Something was going to happen. He had a gut feeling. Hopefully he'd be ready for it, and hopefully this time, no one would end up dead. Regardless of his gut feeling, he continued to serve beverages and appetizers for the time being. Keeping his ever watchful eye on the group Aedon was currently speaking with. If anything was going to happen, it would start there. He was sure of it.
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Liya Tawaza
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Apr 17, 2018 21:16:37 GMT -8
I had always been calculating, observant, and ready for action, but my time with the Fel Crew had brought a certain control and stability to my application of my military training. Where once an abundance of clues and warning signs would have caused paranoia and preemptive attacks, they now fed a careful tactical calculation, planning for every inevitability but waiting for a genuine sign of danger to act.The verbal sparring, the sexual tension, even the pointed fingers and the threats were normal Malora-meets-Adrien stuff, and the broken glass may have surprised Adrien, but that was a part of Karana's new normal.Two Nikto to my left and right made a move toward Malora and Draykon, but were called off by one of the bartenders. I tentatively added them to my tabulation of neutral parties, and was about to speak to the one at my right, when three little words from Malora's mouth froze my own.Fel. Fel was alive. He was alive enough to place calls. He was alive and not in an Imperial prison. But if he could call Adrien, why not call us? How had he escaped from Imperial Intelligence? Or worse, for what awful purpose had they intentionally release him?Ten thousand questions almost overwhelmed my brain. All my clever preparations, all our risking our lives breaking into Imperial facilities for any clues that might lead to a clue about our Captain, all the contacts we'd burned, all the nougat nerf rations we'd eaten. It had all been misplaced.Staggered by the revelation, 'Lora's invitation to sit down, and Aedon's sudden trespassing into the middle of everything barely registered on me until after the Zeltron had taken a seat. It took Daniel's urgent tugging at my sleeve to snap me out of my trance, and I shook my head several different times as I followed him forward. And then it happened, just as we reached the booth. She was here.My left hand dropped to my gun belt, and I gave Daniel a subtle push to the side as I strode up to Isabelle and bent down slightly to hiss in her ear, threateningly, and loud enough for Daniel and everyone at the table to hear. My face was a mixture of confusion and suspicion, but no anger ... yet."What the frack are YOU doing here?" This meeting was totally off the rails now, and I hadn't even absorbed the potential importance of Aedon's contribution yet.
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Henoc Awaud
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Apr 18, 2018 9:37:27 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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Daniel Logan
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Post by Daniel Logan on Apr 18, 2018 21:24:23 GMT -8
Daniel was clearly out of his depth here, things were going on all around him and he was struggling to keep up with all of it, but there was one thing that caught his eye as it caught many of the male eyes around the bar, the gorgeous woman with the red head of hair making her way across the bar seemingly out of nowhere to the very table that Karana was sitting at, now with yet another purple haired stranger who he didn't even notice sit down. Who was he? Who was she? And why were they at that table? He followed Liya somewhat sheepishly after she had stopped him from making a huge mistake in drawing his blaster, he wasn't even really sure why he did that. Yes he was afraid, and that made him jumpy for sure and the breaking glass certainly startled him, so of course he reached for the blaster but he would have done more harm than good and he knew it. So he couldn't justify in his mind why he would reach for it even if he were scared. Besides the blaster on his hip was more for show than anything or at least it was just for show in his mind.
It didn't matter though, despite him beating himself up about it. Then again, he was sure someone noticed it and that in turn made him more nervous so he of course made the conscious decision to not touch the instrument of death on his hip, well not so much an instrument of death in his hand as a hazard for himself and everyone around him. Shooting stationary cargo containers was one thing, stationary cargo containers that weren't firing back that he couldn't kill and couldn't kill him, but these people were hardened criminals right? Or at least it could be assumed based on where they were. But that begged the question, who was the woman talking to the guy with purple hair at the table with Karana and this Draykon fellow? Was she a criminal too?
Was he overthinking all of this? Was he just thinking too much? Was it distracting him entirely? Liya pushing past him gave him at least some sort of reprieve from his thoughts as he could focus on her and not this place, and these people, at least for a moment. He was a little surprised to find out that Liya knew this person, the woman that is, or at least it seemed that way based on the way that she addressed her. Even knowing Liya for so long Daniel couldn't tell what sort of relationship these two had, it neither seemed good nor bad with just that tone, maybe both? He was so confused by all this, which was a strange feeling for him, but up until now he never had to get involved much with the crew's dealings outside the ship. Not since the Jekk, and he still had nightmares about those creatures. It made him visibly shutter just to think of them for the briefest of moments.
But the matter at hand, this table, with these people, and seemingly a lot of information being traded in the strangest of ways. Were these people all friends? Foes? Neither? Both? This was so far outside of his realm of comfort that he did the only thing he could think to do. He stepped forward with a cheery smile on his face and waved a hello to the table. "Hi guys, I'm Daniel Doctor Logan. Err. Daniel. Logan. Doctor. Uh. Doctor Daniel Logan." That was embarrassing, why on in the world would he do that?
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Isabelle Eoura
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Post by Isabelle Eoura on Apr 21, 2018 16:12:57 GMT -8
Isabelle had already thought of a few ways that she could play this before Liya had arrived to the table, she hoped before even moving out of the shadows that her sudden presence would throw Liya off just a bit and divert attention from Adrien, a plan that seemed to work well given the hiss in her ear. And of course Dr. Logan was as clueless as he appeared to be, which was kind of adorable. But she knew that a man of his intelligence shouldn't be underestimated either, while he may seem like a complete idiot to some with his introduction most here were nothing more than children in terms of education when compared to the man.
She turned quickly from Aedon and stood up throwing her arms around Liya.
"You're alive?! I thought I'd never see you again."
She was careful not to mention her name, professional courtesy. She pulled back slightly to look Liya in the eye, even going as so far as to allow her own eyes to well at the sight of her long lost friend. Or at least that's how it would appear to those around them.
"I searched for you. Tell me everything, where have you been? How did you come to meet him?"
She turned to look at Daniel with excitement and held her hand out before him.
"Dr. Logan. It is such a pleasure to meet you, I am Amélie Le Filou and I am a big fan. I've read several of your books, I too have a fascination with priceless artifacts. And might I say you're much more handsome in person. How did you meet this one?"
She made a small gesture toward Liya with a flirtatious giggle.
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Apr 22, 2018 19:41:32 GMT -8
With everything that was happening, Aedon realized he wasn't going to be short of entertainment for the evening. Events such as these were rarely so simple when it came to the small community of smugglers that spanned the galaxy. When the (rather lovely) "Amélie" had made her overly-flirtatious entrance, Aedon was quick to notice the subtle nuance of playfulness mixed with - what he could only discern was - general apathy. This one was a player, and quite the actress. When she began to play with his hair, Aedon had to suppress a deep sigh. [Oh, sweetheart...if only, if only...]*
*But then, things picked up. The latecomers to the table - whom Aedon was responsible for "taking their seats" - suddenly decided to arrive. And arrive they did! The doctor, in all of his "panache" -- and then, Liya. Oh, but she was still a looker. Even when she was angry as hell, she was still a sight for sore eyes. But, why was she angry? What in the world could have spurred such a reaction? The Zeltron's eyes darted between the two of them. Their hair color was...strikingly-similar. Either they visited the same stylist, or...
"Oh...ohhhhhh..." He taps his fingers on the table toward Ade and Mal. Speaking in a hushed tone, he continued. "Hey...d'you think they're sisters?!?"
He didn't care whether or not it was the truth. It had suddenly become reality for him, and there wouldn't be much that could deter his fantasy.Aedon continued to watch on with a grin on his face that made him look like an adolescent schoolboy peeking in the girl's locker room.
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Apr 26, 2018 21:40:50 GMT -8
During Aedon's rebuttal Adrien realized that he was neglecting an important detail about Purps, they're friends, or at least as much of friends as they could be for not spending a whole lot of time together and being competitors and all, but dammit, Purps helped him in a big frackin fight right here in this very bar and for that he at least deserved to be heard. Adrien let him finish and was actually surprised at the new bit of intel that was tossed across the table. Adrien scooped it up pretty quickly to examine it before handing it off to Malora and turning back to Aedon, "You finished?" He waited for a moment to continue but in his brief pause none other than Isabelle made her grand entrance into the conversation. Adrien looked at Malora who was uncharacteristically quiet as she looked at the now two pieces of information she had on Fel after so long with nothing, it must have been overwhelming. He lingered on her for a moment, his expression softened if only for a moment as he looked at her, he couldn't explain it but he felt sad in that moment and of all things scared. He shook his head and turned back to Aedon and Isabelle, she was good, he had to admit and it was impressive, she was a mystery to him that he needed to solve. He had bits and pieces to the puzzle but the whole picture was far from clear and only getting muddier as Liya arrived to the table.
How did they know each other? Liya seemed angry and Isabelle hugged her. It took Adrien a moment but he thought he knew what she was trying to do. Well at least Liya's crosshairs had left him for a little while. He wasn't sure if he should thank Isabelle later or scold her for leaving her position. Maybe both.
When Aedon asked if Adrien thought they were sisters he chuckled to himself a little bit, he could definitely see the resemblance but he wasn't sure, in fact he kind of hoped not. There was some history there, and it seemed serious somehow, "I doubt it." He then sighed hard and sat forward. "Look, obviously I have struck a nerve, and for that, ya know?" he shrugged and nodded while attempting his most sympathetic face, he was terrible at apologies, "Right? We good?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2018 22:05:42 GMT -8
Whether Specs and the woman that draws Izzy's attention are the only assets the brunette Draykon has come to meet with is undetermined, though given what the scene thusfar suggests about the brunette's patience with or use for subtlety, Neassa feels relatively confident that, other than the male Zeltron that inserts himself into the meeting and, if she is reading everyone's reactions correctly, is not exactly well loved by Draykon or the brunette even if it does appear that all three have a history, she has sufficient information to gauge who merits the bulk of her attention at present.
Keeping herself propped against the wall behind the filthy table, Neassa maintains the outward appearance of being a simple, idle bar patron, looking towards the table where Draykon and the other main players in the scene unfolding are arrayed when it would be suspicious not to given what is going on and turning her head enough that, from the outside of the buy'ce, it appears her attention drifts or wanders even though it remains firmly fixed on the players around the main stage the table presents, alert for any movement that suggests the tension that lingers on in the faces, tones, and body language of those around it is about to shift from the intangible variety to violence.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 12:04:09 GMT -8
Vox had been busy ever since he started working as the shift's head chef, which pleased him as he always was up for a culinary challenge. Vox had just came out of the kitchen with a platter of Spiced Mynock wings, He had always taken special care whenever he prepared any dish. For a spacer with a full stomach was a spacer who would somewhat grateful, which always brought some joy to Vox's face even though most would be able to see it. Vox placed the platter of the spiced wings down on the counter for a serving droid to take to take it to the customer and he turned back around to head back into the kitchen. This time someone had ordered some Air Cake which was one of Vox's favorite things to make since he got to use plenty of Carbosyrup and some fruit at its core. Once in the Kitchen Vox hopped on a stepping stool so that he could reach everything on his preparation area. Sometimes Vox really hated how small he was and other times he was grateful, considering just how many bar fights had occured at all of the bars he worked at. Vox wondered just how long he would have to work here, as much as he enjoyed it he always wanted to be a chef aboard a starship. Once Vox was done with this order maybe he would whip something up for his hard working friend, the ladies man bartender.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Jun 4, 2018 0:06:35 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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Orrick Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jun 4, 2018 0:16:07 GMT -8
Seeing a Barabel practically choke on a drink, now that was something one didn't get to witness every day. Passing a napkin to the Barabel, Orrick nodded as he took a sip from his drink.
"Oh you can have your trophy, I can guarantee that."
Shifting his gaze to his brother, he spoke, but didn't meet his brother's eyes. The information he was about to drop was something he didn't want to say out loud, but in the crowded and noisy interior of the Red Shift, he was less likely to be over heard in here than he would be anywhere else in the galaxy.
"A Zabrak. Known as the 'Butcher of Jabiim."
Hopefully that was enough to satisfy his brother. He was a smart man, and he had connections. Surely he could figure out who he meant by that. But Orrick dared not speak his name. Bad luck before a hunt, to be sure. That, and he really didn't want to speak the man's name aloud. It was bad enough he agreed to this job, let alone drag both his brother and this Barabel into it as well. It was an almost guarantee this would be a one way trip from all of them. Orrick continued to sip his drink, waiting for Henoc to say something.
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Henoc Awaud
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Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Jun 4, 2018 14:10:01 GMT -8
Henoc listened to both the Barabel and his brother speak, he almost laughed at the sight of the barabel choking on his drink he did however stop himself as soon as his brother named their target. Even if he didn't actually speak the target's real name as it was bad luck to do so before a hunt, Henoc know who he meant as he had heard stories about the Butcher of Jabiim for he was also known as The winged demon of Rhommamool and the Demon Admiral of the first order. Henoc's only thought was what did he just sign up for.
"I assume you have some sort of plan to lure him out and an idea on how we will actually capture him."
If Henoc was being honest with himself he would have to admit that he would almost prefer hunting several sith instead of The butcher of Jabiim.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Jun 14, 2018 23:32:28 GMT -8
There were very few things in this ‘verse with the ability to significantly rattle Karana Malora. (Banana-Beef ration bars were on that short list. Right under dream-walker Jekk, and boy were those nasty.) Name-dropping Kaarn was probably the quickest way to unsettle the raven-haired spacer, and hearing it from the mouth of her oldest lavender-hued rival didn’t make it any easier on her already fried nerves. Tir Kaarn. Everything after that passed in a slow blur. Malora stared right through Aedon Gavin Montrose as people joined their table, her features overly slack as she struggled to keep her cool. Memories she didn’t want to acknowledge flew through her thoughts, interrupting the panicked crowd of questions and terror-tinged ‘what now?’ options stampeding over her in her mind. Her hand, awkwardly but successfully patched up by Adrien Draykon, throbbed strangely under the bandages but there was no pain. The slices along her palms and fingers were already beginning to heal. Someone at the table behind them lit a cig, the flash of the lighter glinting off the disc Montrose had tossed on the table in front of Mal. The disc about Galdaart Fel. The disc Tir Kaarn had given him. Some tiny, illogical part of her was afraid if she touched it, the phantom bounty hunter from her past would appear in front of her. The disc rested in a flat, thin, sealed casing. Wordlessly but with swift purpose, Malora plucked the cleaning solution from the medkit on the table, uncapped the bottle and spilled a healthy dose of the contents all over the incased disc, scrubbing at it with one of the rags like it was a week old lasagna pan. Once dry, she swiped the disc from the table (with only a moments hesitation) and tucked it into her bra, slipping the datachip provided by Draykon into the other side. If she was getting any weird stares, she didn’t notice. Or didn’t care. Yeah. Probably that one. What she DID notice as she all but tore herself from her own terror-stricken world was the amount of attention their little table was drawing. Not that it would’ve bothered her on any other day, but given the sensitive nature of what she’d just learned and what she had to discuss next? It was time to find somewhere less exposed. “Can we go somewhere?” It was blunt, lacking her usual verbal swagger and directed at no one in particular. “Too crowded in here, and we’ve got a lot to talk about. All of us.” |
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
The Organization
Enjoying a well-aged bottle of scotch...
Posts: 356
Affiliation: "Veritas" Crew
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Jun 20, 2018 6:25:35 GMT -8
When Aedon asked if Adrien thought they were sisters he chuckled to himself a little bit, he could definitely see the resemblance but he wasn't sure, in fact he kind of hoped not. There was some history there, and it seemed serious somehow, "I doubt it." He then sighed hard and sat forward. "Look, obviously I have struck a nerve, and for that, ya know?" he shrugged and nodded while attempting his most sympathetic face, he was terrible at apologies, "Right? We good?"
It took a second to register that Shaggy was speaking to him again; not much could shake the small fantasy that was playing out in his head right now. However, when Aedon finally realized that Adrien the Flippin' Firrereo Draykon was actually apologizing to him? He almost wished he hadn't finished his drink so he could have done one of those theatrical spit-takes everyone always goes on about in the holovids. His eyebrows instinctively rose, and he stared wide-eyed at the smuggler captain for a second before something else garnered the attention of his amethyst pools...The disc rested in a flat, thin, sealed casing. Wordlessly but with swift purpose, Malora plucked the cleaning solution from the medkit on the table, uncapped the bottle and spilled a healthy dose of the contents all over the incased disc, scrubbing at it with one of the rags like it was a week old lasagna pan. Once dry, she swiped the disc from the table (with only a moments hesitation) and tucked it into her bra, slipping the datachip provided by Draykon into the other side. If she was getting any weird stares, she didn’t notice. Or didn’t care. Yeah. Probably that one. What she DID notice as she all but tore herself from her own terror-stricken world was the amount of attention their little table was drawing. Not that it would’ve bothered her on any other day, but given the sensitive nature of what she’d just learned and what she had to discuss next? It was time to find somewhere less exposed. “Can we go somewhere?” It was blunt, lacking her usual verbal swagger and directed at no one in particular. “Too crowded in here, and we’ve got a lot to talk about. All of us.”
"Actually, that doesn't sound like a half-bad idea. I've got a place, if you guys want the privacy."
The Aurodium Palace was a quiet enough spot in the penthouse office, and the Crow's Nest wasn't much, but Aedon figured he could offer them up as potential getaway spots nonetheless... |
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
The Organization
Machines got ta talkin'. I got ta listenin'. Ever since then, I've been fixin'.
Posts: 157
Affiliation: Draykon Crew Mechanic/Bartender Extraordinaire/Organization Mechanic
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Jun 20, 2018 11:57:47 GMT -8
Castle plucked the few 'clean' glasses from the washer and placed them under the bar. The Shift was busy right now. More so than usual. But within the next hour or so, it wouldn't be his problem, as his shift was done. However, he still needed to speak to Silas about the possible employment opportunity they had discussed earlier. Pouring a few more drinks for the few orders that came in, he passed two food orders back on to the kitchen, where the short, blue skinned Ortolan was working his magic, as usual. Moving down the bar to where Silas (Preacher) was seated, he brought the man a fresh drink."I don't suppose you could direct me to your Captain sometime soon? My shift ends in the next hour, and once I leave here, I doubt I'll run into you fine folks again unless you happen to be in here when I'm working..."Castle wasn't trying to be pushy at all, but he had the need to be twisting hydrospanners and replacing plasma conduits. Tinkering, repairing and modifying things to work, was his true desire. And it was fairly common to be doing those exact things when he shipped out with a crew. So hopefully all would work out for him. Provided Silas wasn't just yanking his metaphorical chain, as it were.
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