The Outlander Club

He smirked, glad that he had both on board with this for the moment. Well to put it bluntly I need about 5 men, guns, ammo, explosives and whatever else they decide to bring with them. Cost is of little concern for Kad so long as his will be done. Kad, the war god of the Mandalorians was one were the priests were fanatical. A handful of his brothers killed hundreds in his name. Although Randolph was like them he was less fanatical and more practical. More so I need this done as fast as possible.

Smirking he shook his head No. Targets. The Jettii have a temple here, we plan to strike fear into their hearts at their home. Perhaps he had said to much, but it was out there now. These were dangerous times and peril lay everywhere and his slip there could have caused the whole thing to be ruined. No he pushed that thought out of his head. It was simply the scum trying to see how much he should charge.

The mando waved his hand in a dismissive gesture before crossing his arms. What's your price then? He knew it wouldn't be cheap but he hoped that he could barter down and save a few credits.

Garrett had just stepped out of his relatively cheap and sketchy motel room before taking in the view around him. He had heard about this club from the Zeltron that worked at the desk of the motel. Since it wasn't too far from there, he decided to check it out. There were so many different types of people around him. Everyone from Dathomirians to Sullustans, and a pretty cute Wroonian woman that he thought just winked at him. He shook his head with a grin. He always did have a thing for getting himself into crazy situations and tonight looked to be the beginning of a crazy one. He walked up to the young blue lady trying to be a suave as possible. Sitting down next to her at the bar, he looked up at the bartender.

"Can I get a dragonjuice for me and a Polanis Red for the beautiful young lady beside me here?" *He slid the bartender some credits for the drinks.*

Just as she was about to say something with a slight smile spreading across her face, a guy came up and slapped her butt playfully. Garrett instantly went into overprotective mode and stood up furious."Whoa, keep your hands to yourself!" The stocky guy looked back over his shoulder as if Garrett had just ran over his pet slime. Cracking his knuckles, he looked over to four guys that looked about twice as big as him. Garrett rolled his eyes in disgust. Why did trouble always follow him? Probably the same reason that his bank accounts emptied too fast....women.

The stocky guy charged forward pulling a knife on him. Garrett brought his right arm hard sideways knocking his attacker's arm off target before slamming both hands hard on the man's ears. When he pulled away, Garrett saw blood on his palms which meant that he did end up breaking both the guy's eardrums. The man dropped the knife and rolled on the ground cupping his bleeding ears and moaning in pain. Garrett was about to bend down and help him up before he saw the huge Bothan of the group rush towards him looking more pissed than a Sith Lord at a charity banquet. He thought for a moment as the furry punk pushed through the several people standing around in a rage. He could just pull out his slug thrower and put the thug down, but then he would have to deal with the law and most likely a panic in the bar. 

Garrett hated to, but he extended his hand and focused on the Force. He could feel it inside of him. The same energy that he had suppressed for so long rushing through the entirety of his body at a moment's notice. He opened his eyes and stared at the Bothan as his body levitated off the ground for a good second before the momentum from his running smacked him straight into the door of the place. The other three vandals simply stood there as the tank of their group still moaned that all he could hear was screeching and the other had just been slammed unconscious. 

Garrett sat back down as the bartender poured the drinks in shock. He couldn't help but grin. "Haven't used the whole midi-chlorian card in a while. Don't worry, I'm not a Jedi and I'm not here to make trouble. I just want respect for what should be respected." He said as he turned to the Wroonian woman and handed her the Polanis Red. Her face twisted in anger and loathing right before she splashed the wine in his face. Getting up, she picked the moaning guy up and kissed him deeply before leading the thugs out as they all called Garrett every curse imaginable from here to the Tingel Arm. When they got to the door, she just rolled her eyes dramatically and abandoned the poor Bothan. Furry lil Kriffer was gonna wake up pretty confused.

Garrett shook his head in disappointment. Yet again, he had broken his own code as well as society's not for glory, fame, or riches. But for....a woman. He finished his drink and headed for the door ready to see some place that didn't want him castrated or dead, or by the look of that Wroonian, both.

"Vos Gesal Street, this is us," Nik pointed to the flashing indicator and then pressed the stop request switch. They got off and Nik pointed down the way to a large, illuminated sign reading Outlander Club hanging from the side of a large, well-lit building from which music could be heard all the way out in the street. "Just a warning, don't try deathsticks here. If that's an experience you desire, there are much safer ways to do so."

~She doesn't seem like that sort, but you never can tell with the quiet ones.~ I thought. So far she was an intriguing mystery, and something told me she wasn't truly happy. I was going to see if I could change that, for a few minutes anyway. And there were a lot of potential possibilities.

He was a Zeltron. It pleased him to make specific people happy. Fact of life. He pushed open the door and stepped inside. Nik threaded a way through the crowd already gathered there, and headed over towards the bar. "Everyone's got a favorite drink, what's yours, Terra?" He half-leaned on the counter, green eyes contemplating his Jedi companion.

"Veronian berry wine then," he told the bartender, "make it two of them actually." It was a light, fruity wine, not incredibly alcoholic, but it was pleasant enough in flavor and in enough quantities still capable of providing the buzz typical of stronger drinks. He ignored the incredulous sneer the man shot in his direction. One would think he'd be used to people ordering all sorts of drinks, but generally it wasn't something most guys would be drinking.

He took the two glasses of cut crystal, bubbles still running up the inside of the pale drink, and handing one to Terra, he led her a bit out of the press of people, towards a side column of tables where it was possible to converse due to an electronic dimming of the ambient noise. Nik handed her to an open seat, "Sometimes it's easier to talk without being overheard, if you know what I mean?" as he slid in beside her and took a drink from his glass.

"I figured if you don't have one, it might be better to start you out on the lighter end of the spectrum instead of with the heavier caliber stuff like Corellian ale." He shrugged, hoping she didn't take offense. He had no doubt that she could handle heavier stuff in time, but he didn't want her to shrink back into herself afraid that he was trying to get her drunk immediately.

"Business first, I suppose." He replied musingly, looking around to see that no one was paying attention to them. Reaching into his left boot, he withdrew a lightsaber hilt and looked at it contemplatively. "That girl in the warehouse. This is hers." He ignited it for a second, and a glowing silver-white blade appeared between the two of them. Almost immediately, he shut it down, and then handed her the hilt. "A blade like this is usually only carried by a Shadow, but not all Shadows confine themselves to this color. The question is, why was a girl like that, sent into a situation of that nature, against a noted crime-lord, alone?" He took a sip of his wine, peering at Terra over the glass, taking in the way her hair framed her face and eyes. "Or, was she alone? I'd wager good money she didn't set off that distress-beacon."

An old man? Nik took the lightsaber hilt and replaced it in his boot to return to Anshara later. He thought on this as he took another drink from his glass. The Shadows often had ways and methods that fell outside the accepted policy of the Jedi Order itself. As denoted by their name, they operated in shadows. He looked back up at Terra, concerned, and reaching across the table he fleetingly touched the back of her hand. "I can feel your worry from here, Terra Kiros, and I'm not even trying to read you. If you can talk about it, what happened back there? Do you know who he was?"

Something was definitely off, something more to do with Terra herself as opposed to the girl they had rescued. Seemingly she accepted him as a Jedi, even though he didn't physically dress the part, or match up to the typical Jedi paradigm. But, this was a good thing in this case. Or, he hoped it was. "This might be out of line, but what did he say---"

Nik paused. If she got angry and decided to...well, he wouldn't leave her out here alone in unfamiliar territory, even if she decided that was preferable. "--what did he say, about you?" Then, knowing that he would have to explain his reasons for asking, "I know that's out of line on such a short acquaintance, but you don't seem like the kind of person that would be upset for nothing."

"And that is totally fine," Nik replied, endeavoring to put her at her ease. "So, enough of serious things. What'll it take for you to have fun? Do you like to dance?" He smiled at her warmly before making a suggestion, "How about this, I'll bring you two more of these," pointing to her glass, "give you four minutes to drink them both, that way you can come dance with me without feeling self-conscious. And in turn, I give you my word that I'll see to it no one attempts to take liberties with you. Deal?"

He found it strange that for some reason, he wanted to get to know this specific young woman, a padawan even, who seemed to have much more going on than just what met the eye, though to be sure, there was no lack of agreeableness on that count. She was almost an antithesis to Zeltron women, and she seemed to be unusual even on the human scale. Not that he really understood that either, but he tried.