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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 8:00:51 GMT -8
*The Drunk Side, also known as the Dreshdae Cantina, was a cantina located within the settlement of Dreshdae.*
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Post by Devlin Lyons on May 15, 2013 16:45:41 GMT -8
Devlin smacked the shot glass back on the bar, and wiped his mouth. Shaking his head as the firewater hit his gut, he yelled out in drunken happiness. Motioning for the bartender to give him more, he poured some salt on his left hand. The bartender seemed a bit annoyed at the human's insistence on noise making, but Devlin just yanked the bottle from him, setting it on the counter space in front of him, and taking out credits to cover it. Getting several more glasses and filling them up with Tihaar. Knocking back several glasses before finally licking the salt off his hand, Devlin started laughing a bit uncontrollably, and loudly. Threatening looks from several patrons near him quieted him. He put his chin on the counter of the bar and looked at the remaining shot glasses of Tihaar and smiled.*
*Devlin closed one eye and reaches up and grabs at a shot glass, and misses. Frowning, opens his eye and gets it anyway, and downs a few more. Tonight was a good night. If only there were some better prospects in this cantina. He hadn't been to a Sith planet before, but he could see why he hadn't come to one before. The parties were not that good. He sighed and drank from the bottle, spinning around in his chair and watching the bar, as if it were his domain.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 15, 2013 16:56:46 GMT -8
I sit in a far corner in the cantina, observing all of the patrons and reading them. Observing their actions and outward behaviors, trying to determine who would be a good sentient to be a shield for my quest. I've been here on Korriban for many months, having heard rumors of a Sith holocron left by one of the masters of old. I've finally found a promising site to search but I'm not going alone.
My attention is drawn to a rather loud and drunk man sitting at a bar, a soldier by the looks of him. He's making quite a racket. I observe the man for a little while.
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Post by Devlin Lyons on May 15, 2013 17:19:47 GMT -8
Devlin eyeballed a new addition to the cantina. A force user, by the looks of her, and he could tell. They always had a aura of, "I'm better than you and I know it," not to mention the attitudes he always got from Forcies. He smirked and took a large gulp of Tihaar from the bottle, and sauntered on over to the lady. Putting on the most devilish looking smile he could manager, being as drunk as he was, Devlin used his best pick-up line, again being as drunk as he was.
"Pardon me, m'lady. But are you an angel? Cause I feel like I'm in cloud city."
Devlin nodded his head to himself in self-congratulations. Yes he was that drunk. Made the landing perfectly.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 15, 2013 17:28:58 GMT -8
The drunk man I was observing gets up and walks over to me, trying to be smooth and flirtatious. I nod my head in disgust. I raise my left hand up in a gripping position, focusing all of my anger on the man's throat. I squeeze my hand as tight as I can to .
"Wow, you must have thought that was pretty clever. If you have something else important that you want to say, then say it. And please, don't make me regret letting you out of my grip."
I then release the man and look at him, expecting some other type of idiotic response from him.
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Post by Devlin Lyons on May 15, 2013 18:02:29 GMT -8
Devlin laughed, even when he was being choked by the woman with Force. The Tihaar was strong with this one. When he was released from the woman's choke, he rubbed his neck to sooth out the pain. He pointed at the woman accusingly.
"So I take it you're a Dark Forcie, huh? Could've taken a hint by the being on a planet like this...but a cute little thing like you..."
Devlin's eyes went to the floor and slowly worked their way back up to Umbra's eyes. When the two locked eyes Devlin winked with a crooked smiled on his face.
"The more squishier of your type only come to these places if they're after something, and oh my dear....you have found it."
If his words were slurring together a bit from the alcohol, Devlin might have sounded seductive in some way. He continued to think that he somehow was getting somewhere with this obvious Sith female. He held out the bottle of the very strong alcoholic beverage, Tihaar.
"S'good for the soul. You want some? I can hook us up with a couple bottles of the finer stuff if you'd like. Mercenaries always have drinking money."
Devlin laughed at his little joke about his profession, and took another nice big drink from the bottle.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 15, 2013 18:12:57 GMT -8
A smirk comes across my face as I hear the phrase "Dark Forcie."
"Why yes, I've never been very good at hiding it."
I glance over the man, reading him inside and out. He has the aura of a mercenary about him. The rough and ready look, the attitude of a somewhat lawless man and essentially a blaster for hire. My attention is caught when he confirms my observations.
"So, you *are* a mercenary. I had suspected as much. Sit down mercenary. Talk with me. I have some business that's right up your alley. If you only talk business over a drink, then fine. I will have a shot of whatever you wish."
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Post by Devlin Lyons on May 15, 2013 18:27:47 GMT -8
Devlin smiled, figuring he had won a victory for men everywhere. He pulled three shot glasses out of his coat pocket and set them down on the table, pouring the remaining Tihaar from the bottle into the three shot glasses. He winked at Umbra as he downed one of the shots, and gestured for her to take one of the other ones.
"I don't have an alley, ma'am. More of a crevice, where I like to play with things that shoot bright lights at people. The crevice is smaller, and easier to hit the target."
Devlin took out a flask and began drinking its contents. He went a bit cross-eyed and covered his mouth as he coughed, trying to hold down the contents. He bowed his head after his coughing fit was over, and held out his arms as if he were taking a bow on a stage in front of millions of people on the holonet.
"Devlin Lyons. Mercenary extraordinaire. Hunt your bounties, protect your ship, escort you to another planet. I'm also a hit at birthday parties. Known to do a spot of magic for the younglings. They love things that go boom."
Devlin took another swig of whatever was in his flask and shivered visibly at how the contents made him feel.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 15, 2013 18:41:38 GMT -8
I take the shot that was in middle before the mercenary took the first one. With a quick motion I downed the shot and put placed it back on the table. I feel the burning sensation trickle down my throat and into my stomach. As Devlin pulls out a flask and puts on more theatrics I sit back in my seat and watch in amazement of the mercenaries endless ability to defile his body.
"I'm known as Darth Umbra, but I won't be too strict with titles. You can call me Umbra."
As soon as the mercenary is done listing his professions and specialties, I look down at the last shot glass, remembering what I was here for. My contact had told me that it was in one of the ancient Sith Lord's tombs possibly. It was hidden very well, as it had not been discovered in the thousands of years of plundering of the tomb. It will be a dangerous mission, and Devlin seems like the type I want on my side.
"Extraordinaire eh? Well, I happen to be in the market for the services of one such as you. It will pay well I can assure you."
I glance around the cantina and then lean in over the table as not to be heard by someone looking to steal my prize.
"I'm looking for an item that I've heard might be here. I won't say too much about this item, except for the fact that I've heard that it's in one of the tombs of the ancients. So are you interested or have I wasted my breath?"
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Post by Devlin Lyons on May 15, 2013 19:04:46 GMT -8
Devlin raised an eyebrow and swallowed some more of whatever was in his flask. He gestured towards the final shot glass to Umbra with a smirk.
"I know all about Forcies and their artifacts, ma'am, and I can say, with a ninety percent certainty, that you just want a meat shield."
Devlin smiled. He seemed to almost be sober. His words weren't slurred, he wasn't stammering and saying stupid things...at least not in a drunken manner. Devlin tucked the flask back into his coat and looked at the last shot, and then Umbra, and then repeated the glances from glass to woman. He even pushed the shot glass closer to her, emphasizing she drink the Tihaar.
"But luckily I don't really value my life as much as I used to....."
Devlin took out a datapad and tossed it to Umbra. It was a contract, of sorts. Devlin began running through a few specifics.
"In the middle of the job, there will be no pee breaks. I know you women have weak bladders, Forcie or not. Maybe one or two breaks, if the Bacta I swallowed starts to work through my system faster than usual....If you try and abandon me I will find you and kill you, that's a given. If I die, I'll haunt your ass with a vengeance, until you kill yourself. You try any of that Forcie shit on me, controlling my mind, you'll have trouble. I ain't exactly....weak minded, if you can't tell."
Devlin continued to smirk and at any moment that Umbra would look up to him from the datapad, he would wink with that same crooked smile.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 15, 2013 19:26:08 GMT -8
I glance over at Devlin with a smirk.
"Meat shield is such a crude term. I am able to to care for myself. I have other intentions for you, mercenary."
I read through the contract and listen to the man's conditions, trying my best to hold in a yawn out of boredom. When the man finishes his rant, I look back up at him.
"Before I sign this, we need to make a few things clear. I don't use that mind control stuff. If we're having issues, I have no problems with the pain and compliance method. If that does not work, I have not one moral fiber restraining me from cutting you in half and leaving you for the scavengers inside the tomb."
My eyes close and my smirk grows even more across my face. After a brief moment I open my eyes again, meeting the mercenary's gaze.
"My intentions for you are as follows. I need you to accompany me in getting this item. An extra weapon is going to be essential in this task. But you see, I have a buyer for this artifact that I'm looking for. Some ignorant fool that is deaf to the force. He believes himself able to wield the knowledge within this artifact, yet he only knows how to unlock it. He will meet us here on Korriban once I have contacted him. I'll accompany you, but I plan on taking the money and the knowledge. You'll get half of it, as long as you kill him. I would do that myself, but there are certain complications that would make it very unwise for me to do so."
I grab the last shot and down it with a quick motion, setting the glass exactly where it had been before.
"Now that we have an understanding, where do I sign?"
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Post by Devlin Lyons on May 15, 2013 19:45:57 GMT -8
Devlin eyeballed Umbra for a few moments before taking the the datapad back. He tucked it back into his coat, and patted the section where it rested. He held out his hand to the woman to shake.
"Signing means paperwork. Paperwork means a trail. A trail means I can be found. If I'm found, you sure as hell will be found too. I take it that you aren't too experienced in contracting meat shields, are you?"
Devlin winked again, and after shaking the woman's hand stood up.
"I'll need to get a few things from my ship. I hope you understand, ma'am. But I simply can't go into battle half-dressed. It would be embarrassing! What would people think?"
Devlin made a face and then tossed Umbra a comm link, and pointed his finger at her.
"Hold onto that, and I'll get in touch with you when I get to the valley. It's a YT-1930. Hard to miss. It's a big flying hunk of metal."
Devlin smirked and chuckled.
"Now if that is all, ma'am?"
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 15, 2013 19:53:02 GMT -8
I tuck the comlink away in my robes and stand up.
"You make whatever preparations you need to make, mercenary. I'll meet you at the valley entrance."
I then hold my hand up in a gripping position again and aim it at the mercenary's throat. I channel all of my anger through the force and begin to clinch my hand into a fist, again choking the mercenary.
"Before you think you got away with anything, I know all about getting a force user drunk in an attempt to weaken their connection to the force. I've been trained to resist such poisons. So if you try anything else shifty, I promise you won't live long enough to even realize your mistake."
Once I say that, I release my grip and the man walks out of the cantina to make the nessicary preparations to begin work.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 17, 2013 18:49:31 GMT -8
Xeonon had decided to make a little jaunt over to the Sith capitol of the universe because fuck you thats why. Walking into the most famous Bar on the planet Xeonon pushed the doors in like a sir and sauntered in. He was dressed in his Imperial Knight armour the crimson red standing out against the patrons. At his side was also his trusted Imperial Knight lightsaber, and an assortment of guns on his body. He was dressed for war in a turbulent time, as he kept on his guard from any Mandos that may be in the bar he walked up and ordered a shot of the most expensive whiskey.
Taking the drink he loved as it went down smooth and burned like a bitch. Looking around he found the place bare as he twisted the ring that once belonged to a Dark Lord of the Sith. He hoped that it would mask his presence as a lightsider as it was covered in the creators Malice and hatred. Sitting down he kept his back to the wall before getting one of the waitresses to bring him a beer. It was kind of funny, every time he was here it seemed he got shit faced rather than for any other reason. He never had any problems when he showed up to the infamous world.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 19, 2013 16:35:34 GMT -8
I land Devlin's ship in town and carry him into the cantina over my shoulder. He's still unconscious from the poison. I walk over to the booth we were sitting at which is still empty, and plop him down in the seat, his head falling backwards. I notice a man dressed in crimson red imperial armor. Perhaps he is a Jedi, or at least a light force user. I walk up to him.
"Hey, Jedi, you're compassion and healing are needed. Some drunk mercenary got himself bitten by a Hssiss."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 21, 2013 3:20:24 GMT -8
Normally he would have been insulted by being called a Jedi, especially on a world were your emotions can be played upon by the natural darkside that permeated the air. He was better than a Jedi, he was an Imp Knight; better than a space monk he was a space cowboy! Normally he would have cut the Sithling in half for that but these were strange times so instead he just figured it best to roll with it. Imperial Knight actually he said twisting his left hand to show the Imperial sigil on his gauntlet What do you expect me to do for the man? Pray? Standing up from the table though he took the mans arm and put him on the table, hopefully most people would just think the man was drunk. Show me where it was.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 21, 2013 17:10:31 GMT -8
I notice the Imperial Knight sigil on the man's gauntlet and shrug it off. Normally I would not be so peaceful around another force sensitive but time was of the essence.
"Jedi, Imperial Knight, they're on the same side from where I'm looking, but we'll ignore the politics for now. I can't show you where it happened, but the bite is in his torso. It happened maybe a standard hour or two ago."
Then I notice the Imperial Knight take Devlin by the arm and put him on the table.
"I don't care what you do for him, hell, you can break his arm off for all I care. But I still have use of this man, and his contract with me isn't yet completed."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 21, 2013 19:08:18 GMT -8
Thinking back to his time on Dressel with Umbra he couldnt help but smile to himself, this mirrored the first time they met there. I guess its only fitting that they meet this way again so many years later. Of course he probably would not be recognized now; before he just had on a bunch of leather and all of his limbs. Not he was the Master of the Order, missing an arm and countless other battle scars. Plus about 30 trillion dollars to his name. Yes of course we can have metaphorical talks on the force and such after all of this. Even now as he tried to draw into the part of the force that was considered pure, unaltered by the emotions of a person he found it more difficult. Xeonon chopped it up to the planet but int reality it was due to the ring on his finger; forged by Dragus he had not seemed to notice or care that it brought out the darker side within him. Tapping into the force with more difficulty than he had ever had to use in years Give me a second to get this guy all done up Upon that Xeonon closed his eyes and placed his gauntleted hand on the mans chest. Closing his eyes Xeonon remembered to his training of the human body, the location of the heart, lungs and every other key piece of a persons body. With that in mind he willed the force through his hand in a way that it would slowly eek its way into Lyons body. If you can control it, put your hand on my back and shock me. Not hard but just do it. As he did this he could feel his hands going numb and a coldness keeping him chilled to the bone.
Still he tried, he attempted to slow the mans body down to a point where he could survive a few days with the poison without air, water or food. It was similar to a force trance but like yeah hopefully this would buy him time. His whole skill set was set against defeating opponents, killing. Murder, Death, Kill. He did have a theoretical knowledge of force cure and different ways to purge a poison but they were all getting them from ones self. So this would be a real stretch.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 22, 2013 17:25:21 GMT -8
I place my left hand on the knight's back as I concentrate on the milder forms of anger and aggression in the depths of my mind. Then I begin to channel the force through this negativity and before it builds up I release a shock through my hand and into the man's body. It's hard to restrain myself from letting too much of it out, after all he was a knight, but to avoid a conflict I hold it under control.
For now I trust the knight's judgement on when he's had enough of the shock, so I don't say anything to him about speaking up when he's done and no longer needs the shock. I just go with the flow for now.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 23, 2013 10:19:59 GMT -8
He did not fight the electricity stemming from her hand to his body; rather he welcomed it. He let it flow into his body becoming him, this was literally the only way he could use advanced forms of force these days absorbing the energy from another. He felt himself filling up every fiber of his being felt like it was being torn apart and put back together at the same time. He felt strong, he felt alive and more importantly he felt on fire!
However the longer he held onto the energy burning inside him the more it turned from a wonderful feeling, to a terrible feeling, the numbness in his body was gone replaced with a sensation that could only be described as terrible. So he finished up the use of Morichio finally putting the man into a force induced coma. Now it was time for the hard part. He had to project the healing powers onto the man in front of him, knowing the Jedi could do this would have helped him but alas he had not studied this much. So he just thought about it.
Inside his minds eye he imagined the inside of the mans body, different colours for different things and green symbolizing the poison. This here was more than just simple musing he was using the force to search out the persons insides for the poison. Feeling as though he had found it all he reached out in his mind and pulled it out much like water through a straw. It was painstakingly hard he had to be sure to use the right amount while not using to much for fear of removing the actual water. Or worse, blood. Slowly over the course of a few minutes pools of it could be seen forming near the eyes, mouth and nose. They started out small, getting larger and larger.
Xeonons breathing was heavy and labored despite the energy that was being added to his body and sweat poured down his body, such was his concentration that he did not even notice anything happening around him. No all that mattered was saving this mans life, the poison had ran its course through his body and after what seemed like hours he could find no trace of it in his body. Every bone in his body ached now but he still needed to do one more thing. Willing the poison into the air he collected it into a glass and put a stopper on it. Enough stop.
Now all that was left was the body in front of him cured but still unmoving. There is no more of the Hssiss venom in him, but I dont have the power to wake him from his coma. It would be a simple thing of reaching into his mind so do it on your pleasure. Reaching up he slicked back his hair which had fallen down on his face, ignoring the sweat Xeonon took a drink of whiskey which was near by. So tell me whats in this for me? Saving a life is fine and all but I did not just nearly kill myself for nothing.
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