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Post by Darth Umbra on May 23, 2013 18:10:21 GMT -8
Once he asks me to stop, I cease the force lightening and pull my hand off of him, sitting on a nearby table to recover from the continuous exertion I had undergone to aid the knight in healing Devlin. I scoff when I hear the "Jedi" ask for a reward. Then a slight grin comes across my face.
"You have selfish motivations, such is the nature of the dark side, the stronger side of the force. Perhaps there is hope for you yet."
I think around for a brief moment, wondering what I have that I could pay someone with who is already very wealthy. A few things come to mind.
"Well, I doubt I have enough credits on my person to interest someone with your kind of wealth. But I can give you every credit I have for your services. Before you think I've gone soft, I'm soon to be a very wealthy lady, so the 50,000 credits I have will be a small drop in a pound.
The smirk across my face disappears then, and I stand up, keeping a very calm composure.
"If my credits mean nothing, I'm sure I could pay with a trade of services. If your greed is truly a motivation for you, then surely you have felt the call of the vast untold amounts of wealth that some of these tombs still manage to hold on to. For your troubles, I'm sure I could find a very valuable item from one of the tombs to pay you with. Tell me, how do you want to be paid?"
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 23, 2013 19:16:46 GMT -8
Perhaps the woman was right and he was feeling the corruption of the dark side but at this moment Xeonon did not notice it. No he felt fine not realising that the ring on his finger had slowly been bringing out the darker parts of him that were already there. I do not care for the light side nor the dark side, there is no such thing what matters is how you use the force around the galaxy, and I did this to help so watch it Sithling. Of course this goes against the musings of the writer but to Xeonon he was a believer in Potentium, pretty much there is no light or dark side the force in inherently "grey" and ones actions dictated everything about you.
Money means little to me, this eye patch here bringing his right hand up he tapped the gold eye patch on his right eye is worth more than that. No I am more interested in information, why were you in a place with Hssiss and what was it you were after sugar tits? That there was the liqueur talking but it didnt matter he was right. What with the galactic collapse of the GEC money was almost worthless besides on the planet that the currency worked on. What mattered now was what people knew about the galaxy, things like this could save your life one day after all.
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Post by Devlin Lyons on May 24, 2013 5:30:33 GMT -8
Does one dream in a coma? The facts can point to...maybe. Anyways. Whatever went through Devlin's head during that coma, was enough to shock him out of it. The man jumped right up, eyes wider than dinner plates, and yelled out.
"The mask!"
Devlin's eyes rolled back into his head and he slammed back down onto the table. A few moments later he sat up with a smile on his face. He shot a thumb towards Xeonon.
"Who's the cyclops?"
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 24, 2013 12:55:56 GMT -8
My attention is momentarily occupied when Devlin awakens, screaming out of his coma. I look at him, then a the knight, then back at Devlin again and I can't help but to chuckle to myself.
"Ah, the cyclops. He's an 'Imperial Knight' or something. He pulled the poison from your body."
Then my attention shoots back to Xeonon, and my composure calms again. I'm careful as to watch my thoughts, especially the ones at the surface, as I don't want to give too much away to the knight.
"I was looking for holocrons. Some ignorant fool hired me to bring him or her any holocrons I might run across. They were going to pay me with a ship. A rather nice one too. Better than the bucket of bolts I'm flying around now. But both me and my employer are coming out of this deal empty handed. My information was bad. There are no more sith holocrons hidden here, just a bunch of other artifacts. I'm sure in the right market they would be worth something, but I was only hired for the holocrons. What a pity it is too that such knowledge has fallen into the hands of the weak and unworthy. It disgusts me really."
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 25, 2013 5:50:05 GMT -8
Over the years Xeonon had grown used to different names regarding his face, "pretty boy" "scarface" "cyclops" ect. There was something off, why would the now awake man mention a mask if they were looking for holocrons? Here he was hoping a Sith to be honest but obviously that couldnt happen. The cyclopses name is Xeonon I am surprised you dont recognize me Umbra, have you forgotten Eralam and that whole thing on Dressel? This is all based on the fact that he had actually trained with a Sith with the same name and appearance as the one that stood before him. Could be someone else I suppose. A Sith work for someone else? Now I have seen everything. Forgetting about the Merc for a second he looked back him for a second Who might you be ye damsel?
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Post by Devlin Lyons on May 25, 2013 11:39:41 GMT -8
At the assumption that Devlin was the damsel in this story, he batted his eyelids and held out his hand for the man to shake, like a woman would, palm towards the floor. He smiled and put on a accent that sounded like a quiet proper female.
"Why there's no need to worry about lil' ole' me. I was just going on my afternoon stroll with full combat load and was happened upon by several ill-minded reptiles. Needless to say I was bitten despite my best efforts and LS-150 Heavy Accelerated Charged Particle Repeater Gun. I would have surely had died if it wasn't for you, big strong man."
Devlin, without warning, grabbed Xeonon by the head, pulled him down, and planted a big wet kiss on his face. Devlin pushed Xeonon away and returned to his regular demeanor.
"Never call me a damsel again. I'm glad we could share that moment though. Was it as awful for you as it was for me?"
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 25, 2013 13:47:31 GMT -8
The whole spiel that he got from the man was hardly expected, but it was not unexpected after all near death experiences do have a way of getting to people. The kiss though, that was unexpected. When pushing back when the man was fished he rubbed a gaunlteted palm over his face to wipe the slobber off. If you never kiss me again we have a deal. From now on if you want to travel into the Valley of the Dark Lords please take some better armour with you or next time I expect some compensation.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 25, 2013 19:25:26 GMT -8
A huge smirk covers my face as memories of a former life re-enter my mind. I let out a quiet laugh to myself and nod.
"Oh yes, I remember. But I'm surprised you do. I had to mask my true self so I could play with the boys. It's very annoying not to be taken seriously when men are undressing me with their eyes. But yes, I remember you, and I remember the droid too."
I take a deep breath, having just been able to recover from the continuous lightening I had to send through Xeonon. Then Devlin begins a long rant, mistakingly thinking the imperial knight had just called him a damsel. My head begins to shake as I let out a sigh
"Again, mercenary, you amuse me. I'M the damsel he was referring to. But if you wanna kiss other male sentients, then far be it from me to hold you back from your heart's most inner desires."
Then I turn back to the elaborately dressed force users.
"Oh, think nothing of it. The holocrons were merely just bait. My employer was to be dead as soon as he paid me. Call me old fashioned, but I believe that those who are deaf to the force really have no business in exploring it's mysteries. And as to who I am, you are correct, I am Darth Umbra."
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Post by Devlin Lyons on May 27, 2013 9:18:20 GMT -8
Devlin wiped his mouth, and chased the arm with some whiskey he just grabbed from a droid waitress rolling by. He wagged a finger at Umbra.
"Sorry ma'am, but I know when someone is trying to get smart with me. And who or what I kiss is none of your business."
Devlin waved his hand at Xeonon's comment, disregarding it.
"What can I say? I like a little mobility in my hips when I swing my gun around. I find the swinging of my hips combined with the vibrations of the rounds flying very relaxing."
Completely forgetting and or ignoring the fact he had just been bitten by a poisonous lizard, Devlin stood up and began moving his hips and had his hands out as if he was holding his LS-150. He stopped and clutched his side. Even though the poison was no longer in his system, the bite was still there. He cursed.
"Why is it you Forcies always do a half-assed job?"
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 27, 2013 17:48:26 GMT -8
Really unsure if any of those words were innuendos or not Xeonon just kept on chugging. Crossing his arms he snorted in disgust. He saved the man and he was complaining about a little bite mark, at least it wasnt his arm. Or eyes. Or face. Take it as a reminder not to go poking your nose where it doesnt belong. Also when you see a lizard you should walk the other way.
So how bout we all get smashed out of our minds, then go on a drunken bender across the galaxy?
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Post by Devlin Lyons on May 27, 2013 18:05:46 GMT -8
Devlin squinted his eyes and shook his finger at Xeonon. There was something about this cyclops that seemed a bit odd to him.
"I'll forgive that comment because you just possibly spit out...the greatest.....idea.....ever!!"
Devlin raised his hand and almost immediately a server droid rolled over with a tray of Tihaar, placing the tray on the table. Devlin immediately grabbed four shots, two in each hand, and down them in a matter of seconds. He grabbed the droid's arm and pulled it closer.
"Keep 'em coming."
The mercenary in battle armor, missing a panel on his side, still bleeding, was a strange site to see as he began knocking back shots as if they were water and he was in a desert. Devlin was either a really hard partier, or he was drinking to escape something....or both. The droid server came back with two more trays of the favored Mandalorian beverage. Devlin held up two shots. One for each of his new apparent friends. He smiled.
"We're gonna get so shitfaced, you'll think that that droid there....is a Twi'lek model."
Devlin laughed.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 27, 2013 19:19:09 GMT -8
I let out a short and brief laugh.
"As I said, mercenary, far be it from me to keep you from happiness."
When Devlin offers me a shot I hold my left hand up, palm outwards and shake my head to decline his offer.
"I'll let you guys do the drinking, I don't partake in it myself. But if we're gonna be making trouble then I'm always game for that. But before we do anything I need to recover."
Having said that I sit down at the nearest booth to rest and to recover from all of the exertion I've been through today. A smile creeps over my face as I watch Devlin 'get his drink on.'
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Post by Devlin Lyons on May 29, 2013 12:47:54 GMT -8
Devlin made a face at Umbra, clearly saying he would not take no for an answer. Taking a few minutes to begin pounding back the Tihaar, Devlin swaggered over to the booth Umbra had decided to hide away in with a couple of shot glasses.
"You are the worst dark sider that I've ever partied with. All the other Sith throw the best parties when they're not plotting Universal domination and the destruction of the Jedi...I got bit for your ass and now we're empty handed. Have a couple drinks. Loosen up. No one's gonna try and kill you or anything."
Devlin smiled devilishly and held the strong Mandalorian drink up to Umbra's face, twirling it around so the smell would waft up into her nostrils.
"You can't expect me and Cyclops here to party by ourselves can you?"
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Post by Dragus on May 29, 2013 13:10:16 GMT -8
Despite 'The Drunk Side' being a cantina, Dragus walks in carrying a case of beer and a box of stogies.
"Did sssomebody sssay PARTY?"
The saurian Sith drops his load on a nearby table and cracks open a cold one.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 29, 2013 19:39:12 GMT -8
I lean in over the booth to whisper to Devlin so no one else hears me.
"We're not empty handed, but if an imperial knight finds out I'm in possession of a holocron, then he's gonna try and take it from me. I'd much rather not have to fight him for it."
Then I snatch the shot glass from Devlin and down it and put it back in his hand. I then lean back in the booth and feel the fire water burn it's way down into my stomach.
"Fine, I'll have a few shots but that's it."
When the reptilian sith lord walks in my attention turns to him, observing his actions. I begin a sort of waking meditation to keep my connection to the force from diminishing due to the alcohol. I picture a red light in the center of my torso, symbolizing the force within me. As I continue, the red light grows in brightness and intensity, growing to take up my entire torso. Then it slowly begins to flow throughout my entire being, getting brighter and brighter. Such a technique is usually only used in battle, but I find that it is also good enough to keep alcohol from dulling ones sense of the force.
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Post by Devlin Lyons on May 30, 2013 7:27:31 GMT -8
Devlin shrugged, not really caring whether or not a bar-fight would ensue over a three dimensional shape. Better it was used for a youngling and his shape determining hole toys. Devlin walked back over to their table and downed a few more shots, and turned to the new patron, who was loud and...scaly? Devlin's eyes went wide and he looked at the empty shot glasses in his hand and shook his head. Not a hallucination. Just a Barabel. Devlin shrugged and walked over, taking two glasses from the tray of a passing droid waitress. He takes a sip from one of the glasses and holds the other out to the lizard-man.
"Brandy. Good for the soul, if you got one. At least someone in this joint knows how to have fun. You wouldn't believe the people here....Who comes to a cantina and doesn't drink their kriffin' brains out!?"
Devlin laughed and downed the rest of the brandy in a matter of seconds. Putting the glass on the table, the merc, still bleeding slightly from the Hssiss bite wound on his side, and missing a piece of his armor because of it, he waved a droid over and began picking glasses from the tray, despite the droid's protests about ordering properly.*
*After having his way with the droid's tray, Devlin stole a bowl of salted Haarshun bread sticks and began munching on them as well.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 30, 2013 11:57:19 GMT -8
Not really listening to the two beside him Xeonon was putting down shot for shot one after the other until he heard himself a familiar voice in the background. You have got to be he turned his head to look at a camera that wasnt there Sithing me is that the Lord of Famine I hear! Despite his calm demeanor and almost drunk stupor that he had he imminently went on guard. The stick in the mud and the partying merc were one thing but a lizard sith with a fondness for Ewoks was another. Not to mention all that the duo were doing behind closed doors and such. Waving the Sith down to invite him to the VIP area which was pretty much four upturned tables he nodded. If Dragus was to look he would undoubtedly see his ring on Xeonons hand.
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Post by Darth Umbra on Jun 2, 2013 22:50:34 GMT -8
I sense a change in Xeonon's inward demeanor as he notices the reptilian. My attention briefly goes back to the holocron I have stashed in my robes, as I am very eager to open it. For a moment I briefly consider contacting the buyer for my artifact and arranging the drop and just killing him myself, but I shrug the idea off and decide to wait here and see what all plays out.
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Post by Devlin Lyons on Jun 7, 2013 18:43:50 GMT -8
After several hours of drinking, Devlin's wound had stopped dribbling blood...oh yeah and he was wasted. He was stumbling around the cantina mumbling and randomly dancing. He waltzed over to Umbra and sat down. He winked at the female Sith and giggled like the drunken bastard he was.
"How about you and me go back to my ship and...."
Devlin's head hits the table and he passes out.
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Post by Darth Umbra on Jun 9, 2013 12:13:18 GMT -8
I erupt with laughter as Devlin attempts his version of another mating advance, only to pass out on the table, hitting his forehead. Looking down at him, I shake my head.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Well, I'm glad there's no real change in your confidence between sobriety and stupor."
A grin creeps over my face.
"You're not half bad, Devlin."
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