Louie's Tavern

* While sat in the corner at the back of the lounge area the Rattaki lifts her head up at hearing a group talking, She remove's her feet from the table and drink in hand walks over to the group and leans up a post to the drunks talk. It seem's from what she can make out there is a Sand people enclave near. something about lightsabre's and pilots landing and among over things, they said there was a wealth there. With That she heads for the door and leaves the bar she points to the bar man and speaks with a husky voice.

"Keep my tab open and i want that corner when i come back under stood"

This was said as more of a order than a question and the barman nooded and went back to cleaning the bar. While She heads out the door and down the alleyway*

A cloaked figure came through the door and promptly seated himself before the barkeep, as he poured a glass of Fire whiskey with his back turned towards the cloaked newcomer. A grin crossed the figures shrouded face, a grin that only came once every so often, when he truly was happy. It was a mirthful grin, not the usual sinisterly insane one he gave to people to make them cringe in primal fear, but an honest to goodness smile. A grin to a well missed friend. Friend? The figure mused... how sad to have a weaselly old smuggler as your only friend. The figure shrugged and nodded his head. Sad but true, oh well.

With a clearing of the throat he saw the barkeep twitch, and minutely turn towards the insulting sound. "What does it take to get some fugging service around here?..." Spouted the figure as the barkeep turned to see who had said such an idiotic thing. Only to turn white as a sheet when he realized who had spoken. "What's the matter Lou?..." Asked Jud'dayus as he lowered his hood. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"You're in for a long one... old friend." Jud stated with a sigh, before taking a sip of his well loved and wholly missed liqueur. "I've been through the Galaxy - end to end - I have searched high and low for knowledge for centuries and for a certain book. A book of such rapport, of such awesome knowledge and thus power... that it was hidden by the Whills themselves." Jud saw the blank stare from across the bar and sighed again. "The Whills?" Louie shrugged innocently. "Ah, you got to be fugging kidding me, Lou?" Jud ran his long skeletal fingers through his silver grey hair in an angry yet soothing fashion. "Ok, Lou... I'm only going to go through this once. So listen." Jud took a breath. " The Whills are an ancient order of beings... They were the original users of the Force and the stewards of the Galaxy. Before ascending and becoming one with the Force, the Whills made two tomes. One was known as the 'Journal of the Whills', a book covering the history of this Galaxy from it's inception."

Jud took a much needed drink then continued. "I was the Keeper of that book from The end of one age to the beginning of another. before It was given over to another worthy steward to watch over it and chronicle more history for the next steward to after him." Jud took a breath, while Louie poured more Thallrika into his glass. Jud nodded in a thankful manner before continuing. "The other Tome has no official name, its just referred to as ' The Tome' in every ancient scroll and carving I've scoured the known Galaxy for." The frustration in Jud's voice was permeable to the patrons nearest the Sith. This manifested as an involuntarily move from animistic fear. An instinctual fight or flight response from their seats, glasses held white-knuckle tight. "I've come to know it as 'The pain in the Arse Tome'." Jud sighed again, lowing his head into his cradling hands, then long locks of grey hair masking his face form Louie. "Over two thousand years... TWO THOUSAND, Louie. And I have been chasing this book from possible site to plausible temple and always coming up with nothing. Just more riddles and false documentation."

The Old Sith huffed, and swigged the remainder of his glass before tapping it to the bar, where Louie filled it up promptly and quietly. "I'm getting to old for this poodoo, Lou..."  

The "Slaver's Whip" pulls into one of the cheaper docking bays, and the occupants get out and pay, then make a beeline for the local tavern.

an Arkanian man and his droid companion enter the dimly lit bar and find a couple seats at a booth.

"Ahh....just like last time...dark, dirty, and dingy. Perfect place for finding business. I'll go check with the bartender. You just stay put and scan for possible threats or bounties."

"Of course. I can manage that."

The man walks over to the bar, hoping the bartender would recognize him from the last time he came through.

"Eyyyy! If it isn't my best friend! You still hanging around this part of town? I just got off Nal Hutta, and let me tell you, the stink there and here almost makes me feel like I never left."

Stepping in from the outside, only to be greeted with air not as fresh then again not as hot. It wasn't like she was going to stay in this join for very long. This wasn't a social call it was business. In a way she had aid with her, it was her skills, only herself knew about. Only now did she pull her hood down. Wearing her black form fitting armor, with her bow caster to her left hip, with her other weapons of choices. Her eyes told all anyone needed not to screw with her. Walking slowly up to the bar knowing that was a good place any to start to find this Louie which she was here to see him for business. Giving first into her thirst after coming so far way, with nothing but sand to the naked eye. To her it wasn't just a trip with out its reason. It would be better to just hope in ship fly it over to her no she had her other reason.

Getting the attention of the one keeping the bar. Only before she got help with her thirst, even with it being so dimly lite taking note of where figures was, not caring there on business. Noting key ways to exit quickly if need to be, still no fear creep into her.
What does one do to get a drink around here?

"Nod'a lot if ther a lookr like ya..." Louie said, in his smoothest voice possible to the exotic lady before him. He licked his hand and slicked back the wiry hairs that barely formed a hairline on his liver-spotted scalp. Totally ingoring the Arkanian from earlier, in favor of the keen looking piece of Kiffa in front of him. Louie leaned closer to the tightly clad woman, openly leering at her ample hills and dales. "So... Wha' canna do ya fer, missy?"


Louie had completely missed anything that the man had first said, as he was too enamored with the Kiffa's cleavage to take notice. That was untll the Arkanian said the magic words: "a round of drinks on me". Louie instantly turned back to the man with a chershire cat-like grin on his face. "So, ya wanna get chummy with me aye?" The barkeep said under his breath as the dim of his patrons acknowledged the man's most gracious offer of free libation. Louie started to pour drinks as this man finally came to the point. Louie huffed, business as usual... another hunter on the trail of some prospect for riches, and he was a dealer too. Louie handed out several glasses of Corellian ale to the people seated closest to the Arkanian, and the man himself before leaning on the bar and looking the man square in the eyes.

"What typ'a work ya lookin' fer? Honest ta goodnes, er.." Louie gave the man a toothy grin. "Somethin' more exciten'?"

The Arkanian decided that it was best to end the charade while everyone was busy with their drinks. He leaned in close and whispered to the man:

"You and I both know I've never set foot in this place, so lets get right to business. My name is Karbo Rohn. I am an escaped slave from Orvax IV. Sell that information to whoever you think will bring the most profit, if you find it necessary. I'm looking for good work, and I sure don't mind dirtying my hands a bit. If you want in, I'll give you a 25% finder's fee for any jobs you get me. I don't know if it's because of your overwhelmingly cheery attitude or the high quality of this intoxicant, but I rather like you. I like you enough that I'll even swing by with a 10% cut of any jobs I find myself. Consider it "Loyalty Pay."

Karbo looks over the room slowly to see if anyone was paying them any attention. Content with the lack of interest, he turned back to the man.

"Well, I'll give you some time to think it over. My ship is docked in bay 48 if and when you make up your mind. Ill be staying for 5 days. If you can't find me, my droid sticks out like an iceberg in the dune sea, as you can see. He will deliver any message you need to get to me. I'll have him stay at the ship the whole time. Don't try to alert the authorities here, either. I've been listening to their comm chatter for the past day, and I've got most of their channels committed to the droid's memory. I'll know it was you, and I'll be nothing but a cloud of dust before you can say "Jawa." All of this is obviously just fair warning for a new acquaintance. Nothing personal. Just being cautious."

He pulls out a small pouch holding 1000 credit chips and lays it on the counter in front of the man. He then motions to the droid who walks over and joins him.

"I think that just about covers the drinks. Hopefully I'll hear from you soon."

Not to draw attention, he switches back to "crazy moisture farmer mode"

"Nawww, I got my own problems, Louie... I'll see you later though, ya grumpy old coot. Haha!"

Karbo leaves the bar and walks down the street.

Nodding his way, but also not with out her own skills of her own. Enjoying a sip of her rum also picking up on the conversation with her heighten hearing. Taking note in her mind the key points that would be most interesting.

Taking a few more as if she was in no hurry, more then anything give another reason to feel out this one called Louis. Putting down her glass, it wasn't the best she every head but it was that water down piss crap either. Giving one of her sweet charming smiles, before slipping her hand down her hip, to pull out a data pad putting it in front of her taping the top with her very will keep finger nails. What can you do for a little one like , you don't look like could keep it up any more, but there is this business person that we have in common I being employed by him.