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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2015 18:23:57 GMT -8
*Kaytra gave a sigh when Gavin berated her. She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking.* "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just....sometimes I feel like every time something seems to be going right, then it just blows up in my face. Ever since my parents died, I just can't find my place."
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Feb 7, 2015 9:48:51 GMT -8
*Gavin closed his eyes and leaned up against the bar.*
"I understand. It was the same for me, long ago. I watched my parents die here on these very sands when I was four.. I lost my memory that day and ended up with another family. When I was thirteen, I watched my adoptive family get slaughtered. I chased their killers through the sands for almost two weeks, bent on revenge. But it wasn't long before that faded. but I had lost my place like you. Many times throughout my life I lost my place, always losing the connections that held me there, whether by death, or just separation." *Opening his eyes, he looked to her.* "Actually, I'm looking for a place now. Everything that once held me somewhere is gone now."
*Sitting up, he turned fully to her.* " Don't ever give up when you feel there's no place for you. If you stay still, lost in these feelings, you'll never find one. You have to go out and find a place for yourself, even if it takes some time."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 11:19:17 GMT -8
*Kara stared across the bar, lost in thought for a moment. She knew that Gavin was right, she needed to keep moving forward.* "I wish I had my ship back. Moving forward would be easier if I could just get up and leave whenever I wanted. Also, I put a lot of time and credits into that thing."
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Feb 9, 2015 20:01:16 GMT -8
*Gavin nodded.* "I understand the feeling. Nothing is better than the ability to come and go as you wish, to set for the skies and find a new place. I felt like that for the past year. I lost my ship in a crash on Kashyyyk. I only got my new one just before finding you."
*He gave her a smile.* "Until you can get another, you've got me to help you get around."
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Post by kendra star on Feb 12, 2015 9:37:35 GMT -8
Kendra walked in to the tavern slowly. She had some time to kill before meeting up with her contact. She walked to the bar, ordering a drink and sat down. Her dark purple eyes scanned the room. Her skin was pale, paler then normal. Her features striking, she was clad in black leather suit, with a leather jacket over her. her utility belt held her various weapons, among others not seen at first glance. the bartender handed her, her drink and she sipped her drink slowly eying the crowd. she could sense the emotion and human feelings radiating from the bodies in the crowd. Humans were so meddling, always thinking about the present. and not the future, which is why they didnt get anywhere.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Feb 15, 2015 9:29:52 GMT -8
As the young woman was walking out the doorway. A tattered, dust covered man passed her, bumping into her shoulder ever so slightly.
"Oh, m'pologies..." Came the gruff, parched, hardworking low voice of an old man. "I ment no disre'pect. Jus tryin' ta get ah drink." He put his hands up in placation. Probably because he knew the usual crowd to frequent the Tavern and Eisley at-large.
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Post by kendra star on Mar 11, 2015 10:39:47 GMT -8
she sniffed slightly as she looked at the old man. Her sharp eyes taking in his appearance
"be mindful were you walk old man, next time you bump into someone they wont be so forgiving"
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Mar 12, 2015 17:53:47 GMT -8
He just gave her a hurried nod of understanding. " Course, an' thank ya..."
The old man opened the door quickly, leaving the scene and tension at the doorstep. Once inside a cool smile crossed the vagabond's parched and weathered features. He never tired of playing the part of others; just to see what kind of rise he could get out of them. The old man looked back towards the Tavern entrance and lingered awhile. The thought had ghosted across his mind that the woman had only stayed her hand through sheer willpower, and not empathy. Such things weren't meant for places like this in he Galaxy.
He eventually sat at the bar, releasing his Quey'tek veil to no one but Louie. "Lou!" Shouted Jud, making the aging barkeep start slightly before turning to see who'd yelled for him.
"Ya 'now ya could jus' 'ave sat closer ta me..." Louie said with a quirky smile. "Buh then again, yur'a total rodder."
"Dead to rights." Jud beamed, as he awaited his usual.
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Post by kendra star on Apr 8, 2015 9:39:21 GMT -8
she turned as she sensed something misleading about the man as she raised an eyebrow lingering at the tavern as she decided to walk back inside. She was in no rush to go anywhere as she lingered in the shadows her eyes sharp and piercing watching
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 4, 2016 20:37:10 GMT -8
Louie stood behind the bar, wiping a glass with a rag from his pocket, which was in no way clean in the slightest. After a few extra wipes just to slide the grime thin enough to not be noticeable, he held up the glass and smirked and spoke aloud to himself "Now if'n that ain't the purtiest glass I've seen in quite a while..." Louie set the glass down on the bar and tucked the rag back into his pocket. The bartender turned back to the wall of bottles and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from his shelf. He poured the patron before him a glass and rested his elbows on the bar as the patron took a sip and exhaled in delight.
"You know its a shame ol' Chalmun's is getting most of yer business, Louie. Must be kicking your cred-purse pretty hard."
Louie scoffed and waved his hand about, dismissing the man's comment. He spoke with a smirk on his face. "Not worried in even tha slightest. Chalmun's been 'round 'ere longer than I can 'member. If tha people wanna go there instead of 'ere, it's their loss. Some people just 'fer tha rotgut they serve over there. When they wise up they'll come 'round." Louie smiled a toothy grin and topped off the patron's glass after he took another sip. The patron shrugged and knocked back the full glass of whiskey. He exhaled again and flipped the glass over, showing that he was done for the night.
"Still, it can't help they been putting them flyers up 'round Eisley about yer Tavern."
Louie frowned and then raised an eyebrow at the man. The patron took a paper flyer out of his pockets and handed it to the old barkeep. Louie snatched the flyer and read it to himself. "Chalmun's Cantina...blah blah blah....Serving Mos Eisley fer decades...yadda yadda.." Suddenly the barkeep's eyes widened in part disbelief, part outrage. "What the fugg is this shite?!....preferred over the Bantha piss served at Louie's Tavern...." Louie's ripped the flyer into pieces in a small outburst of anger and crumpled up the pieces, then throwing them on the floor and stomping on them for good measure. "They wan' a fight...they'll git their fuggin' asses a fight..." Louie stormed off, heading to the back of his tavern to prepare for his retaliation. The patron smiled and left the Tavern, leaving a few credits to pay for his tab. He had planned on leaving without paying, but figured with Louie stirred up this much that wouldn't be the best idea.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 4, 2016 23:06:15 GMT -8
Louie sat in the back room of his tavern at a table with several other figures, their faces mostly shadowed by the lack of light in the room. Louie leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of the drink he had poured himself for the meeting. He grumbled a bit to himself before speaking to those he had asked here. "Now I know yer all won'drin why I've asked you all 'here t'day. I'm sure ya all seen tha flyers 'round Eisley..." Louie huffed a bit and clenched his left hand into a fist. "'Bout my business.." Louie stroked the back of his neck, which had suddenly grown stiff, with his right hand. One of the men leaned forward revealing the grizzled face of a human, missing his right eye.
"Ya gone and pissed off Chalmon's sum'how Lou. Dun think you's gonna recovah from this'n."
Louie snorted in response to the thug. "S'always 'een bad blood, but we t'least 'ept it civil. Thisser's 'akin it too 'amn far. And they needs ta pay, the lot of'em." Louie rubbed his hands together and smiled. The barkeep stood up and walked over to a cabinet and pulled something out. He turned and walked back over to the table and set the item, a small vial of liquid. One of the other figures, a Rodian, leaned up and took the vial in hand, inspecting it.
"The hell is this shite, Louie? Some kinda poison or somthin'?"
Louie snatched the vial from the Rodian's hands and gave the Rodian a sour look. "This 'ere is gonna make all'em fuggers at Chalmun's wish dey 'ad kept ta themselfs an' played nice...." Louie laughed aloud, grasping the vial as if it were his own baby, if the old codger had any children that was. His attention turned to the third and final figure at the table. He set the vial on the table and slid it over with a quick motion of his hand. The figure's hand stopped the vial and took it up, twirling the contents around. As he leaned forward the light revealed him to be one of the servers at Chalmun's. A young Twi'lek man who was still relatively new to Tatooine.
"Well the creds you gave me should be 'nuff to cover my expenses if Chalmun's starts laying people off with all the business they're 'bout ta lose. Now if they do end up closing I can come work here, right?"
Louie feigned a hurt look, leaning back slightly and laying his hand over his heart. "'Course. Ya do dis 'ere job fer me an' I'll haf yer set up wif anyfin' ya be needin'." Louie smiled devilishly, and the server shrugged, pocketing the vial and heading out to Chalmun's. Louie waited until he heard the doors leading out the back of his Tavern shut before opening his mouth again. "Like a bolt ta yer ches'..." The Human and the Rodian stood up and left after that, heading to Chalmun's as well.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 6, 2016 19:37:13 GMT -8
Louie came in through the back door of his Tavern and locked it behind him. The old barkeep was not one to take chances, but he figured that Chalmun's retaliation might be more on the violent end if they found out it was him who had poisoned their stock. Louie hobbled his way to the front of the Tavern, walking into the area behind his bar from the employee door and was greeted by sight of chaos. The Tavern was packed. Word had spread faster than he had thought, and regular customers from Chalmun's, as well as his own loyal patrons, had already packed the Tavern more than he had seen in recent years. It almost brought a tear to the man's eye, almost.
He quickly went to work behind the bar, pouring drinks, taking orders, and even delivering some of them to their tables. The waiters on staff could not believe their eyes at the sight of Louie himself running from table to table, then back to the bar, face huffing and turning red with the speed of a man twenty years his junior. The night was going well, and it was still young. The two waiters that Louie had sent out to hang up and hand out the flyers returned within a few hours, and joined the battle to supply their suddenly gigantic customer base with enough libation and sustenance.
The mood of the Tavern was good overall, and when Louie finally got a chance for a break he stowed himself away in the back room, already beginning to count the credits in his mind. Tonight was going to be a big haul. It seemed his marketing ploy with the flyers had payed off, and he was reaping the benefits of victorious battle against his rival business.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 13, 2016 22:59:45 GMT -8
Louie walked out from his back room and took his place behind the bar, having stowed the credits he had made so far in his safe. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a rag from his pocket and then began to clean a glass with the same rag. He smiled as the door to the Tavern opened and even more people came in. A particularly fine specimen caught his eye, and his eye twinkled at Devlin. "Gotta poisun ta competish'n mer offen." Louie poured several shots and put the glasses on a tray, handing them to the one of his waiters, who made the rounds in the crowd, handing out drinks and earning the credits.
Louie felt like he was forgetting something. He looked over the crowd, as if trying to spot someone. It finally dawned on the barkeep that he had not yet heard back from his hired help in dealing with Chalmun's. He had gotten so caught up in the sudden business boom that he had totally forgotten about them.Louie shrugs to himself.If they didn't want to come and get paid, that was their problem.
Louie raises his head as he hears the door to his Tavern open, and is greeted by a blaster bolt that strikes the wall of bottles beside the barkeep's head. "Shite, fug, shite, kriff, muther kriffin' shite!" Louie ducks behind his bar and continues cursing as he crawls toward the blaster pistol tucked underneath the bar.
The Twi'lek man, still dressed in his Chalmun's server uniform swung his blaster around the crowd, which had gone deathly silent. The left side of the Twi'lek's face was swollen dark purple, and his left eye was swollen nearly shut. Dried blood was on his lip and down his chin. He had obviously been through quite a fight, and emerged victorious. The Twi'lek yelled out.
LOUIE! Ya backstabbin' kriffer! Get out here and face me yourself!"
Louie peeked his head out from the bar. "Go fugg yerself ya uggly roddah! Ain' nobudy gunna look a dat face of yers!" The Twi'lek fired his blaster again, striking the wooden surface of the bar in front of Louie's face, and the barkeep ducked back behind it, sniveling and cursing his luck. Why was it so hard to hire good help these days?
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 13, 2016 23:24:48 GMT -8
The Twi'lek waived his gun at the bar angrily. His normally green face was gaining a red hue from the rage at the attempt on his life by Louie's thugs. The Twi'lek's outburst continued as the patrons of the tavern stayed out of it. They loved Louie's for what it was, a bar, but no one was going to risk their life for the old codger for something they had no part in.
"I'm going to count to three Louie! If ya ain't out here to fight me man on man, I'mma gonna start tearin' this place apart! One....two....thr-
The Twi'lek collapsed on the floor as the bottle of scotch impacted his head, shattering when it hit the floor. Louie jumped up with a blaster pistol in hand, his eyes wide with fear, his hands shaking horribly. He exhaled a sigh of relief to see the twi'lek out cold. "Dir'y basterd." Louie looked around, trying to spot the person responsible. He was no expert on the matter, but he knew when the Force had poked its nose in his business. Bottles don't just fly at Twi'lek's heads, no matter how hard you wish for it. Louie spun his head around, trying to spot Jud or Enam, or even Ezran at this point. Not seeing any of the usual suspects, Louie scratched his head. His attention quickly returned to the matter at hand. People began leaving in droves, the sudden excitement too much for them. Louie mourned the loss of business as most of his customers left. "C'mon, ya'all jus' leavin' ov'r a lil barfigh'?" Louie stomped his foot and turned to the remaining people in the Tavern, his face red with anger. "Aight! Who's da forcie dat ran effery'n ou'?" Louie gestured to two of his waiters who lifted the Twi'lek and started to move him to the back room of his Tavern for some private time.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 14, 2016 9:46:33 GMT -8
Louie's hands grasped onto his blaster pistol for as long as he could before it was yanked away. He muttered under his breath a bit. "Damn forcies, 'ways bringin' trubble. Need ta pu' up a fuggin' sign tellin' 'em dey ain't welcum..." Louie smiled toothily, trying to remain calm now that he was no longer armed and the only other people in the tavern were his waiting staff, and most of them were staying out of it. The old barkeep cleared his throat and gestured at the stool at the bar. "Well, might'a well haf a sea'. So long as ya can pay, and dun't 'ause no trouble...n'more at leas'..." The barkeep gave the woman a once over with his eyes, his smile turning to a slight frown. "Ya can pay, right? Cause dat scotch wasn't cheap..." Louie turned his head as the two waiters exited the door to the back room and nodded at them. The Twi'lek would be out for a while, and was now tied up in the back. He wouldn't be causing any more trouble, at least anytime soon.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 21:27:17 GMT -8
Crinkling her nose in disgust as they enter what can only be described as the very definition of a mangy, characterless dive bar, Kaiya scans the dimly lit interior and, nodding with her chin towards a small table set in a corner, leads the way through the stale, smoky air to the table.
Sitting down carefully on a rickety, ancient chair, Kaiya waits until Plur has situated himself before, with a disdainful look around at their dismal surroundings, saying, "I think it's quiet and private enough here, don't you? Why don't we get down to business? I understand you can point me in the direction of some . . . unique, private vendors I'm looking to meet?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 22:36:24 GMT -8
Plur followed Kaiya into Louie's, before he sat himself opposite her once more and activated all of the counter measures as before, with a final look around the bar, before he settled his gaze upon the Jedi Knight and passed a small data chip across the table, his head bowed as if in deep negotiations with the woman
I do apologise for all this cloak and dagger business. But on this drive you will find the information you seek. However, that is not the only reason you are here Kaiya. The Council of First Knowledge has been observing your training, and we have a unique proposition for you...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 13:02:10 GMT -8
Tapping the table emphatically as though emphasizing a point to maintain the appearance of being in the process of hashing out the details of some deal they are in the process of making, Kaiya says, "The cloak and dagger protects both of us, so there's no need to apologize. Picking up the data chip surreptitiously while moving her hand back after tapping the table, Kaiya subtly places it in a pouch on the side of her belt to examine later, arching an eyebrow inquisitively as Plur goes on to suggest that she is not here only for the mission she had been made to believe was the sole purpose of her trip, but also because of a proposition of some kind from the Council of First Knowledge is being made based on their observations of her training. Her expression returning to neutral, Kaiya lifts a hand and invites Plur to reveal more of the offer he has revealed is being made, Alright, you have me intrigued. What exactly is the proposition?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2016 3:42:56 GMT -8
Plur could tell she was curious, even before she said anything. She was the last of those to be trained at the Shadow Temple on Endor, and with galactic events moving as they were, the days of the old Shadow Temple were coming to a close, especially if some of the reports that were coming from the Unknown Regions were to be believed. A new Imperial resurgence, The Sith undoubtedly flocking to their cause, and this new threat, known only as the Knights of Ren, whom seemed to aide these Imperials. Plur produced a new item, a strange rectangular metallic device looking item, and placed it on the table between them, to further keep up their ruse of bargaining over goods
Times are changing across the galaxy, Knight Ordo. Our role in present events is changing, with the Republic no longer around, the Jedi Order must step forward in its role as peacekeepers, and ensure that these new, independant governments do not break into all out war with one another. As such, our resources are being stretched thin as is, without the reports that are coming out of the old Imperial Space, and the transmission that was sent from Muunilinst. With that in mind, we need to adapt with the times as well, meaning we can no longer afford to keep running the Shadow Enclave as we once did, we need an advanced breed of Jedi Shadow. We would like you to be one of the first to join their ranks, to be a true Shadow. You will be assigned new missions, to combat those who hide in the shadows and seek to unleash the power of the dark side of the force upon those unsuspecting citizens of the wider galaxy. But it is a commitment unlike what you are used to, and requires your death, so that you may be able to perform your duties unhindered...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2016 5:03:17 GMT -8
Though she picks up the rectangular device Plur had set on the table and then appears to examine it intently, Kaiya merely feigns her examination to keep up the appearance of a prospective buyer being presented with a possible item of interest, and instead pays close attention to all that Plur goes on to say. Kaiya's initial response to the conclusion of Plur's extended explanation of the offer he is presenting is an arched eyebrow, denoting some degree of surprise perhaps, or merely, and more accurately, that Kaiya's curiosity and interest remain despite the heavy toll she would need to pay in order to become a Shadow in more than name alone.
Kaiya turns the metallic, rectangular device around, not really seeing it as she considers what is being asked of her. The Jedi Shadows, under Zalor Anneri, have always been somewhat removed from their fellow Jedi in the Order; the nature of their work requiring that they are not widely known, and operate largely alone, in secret, reporting only to a select few. Most of her fellow Jedi have never heard of her, or the Jedi Shadows. Which is not to say, however, that Kaiya is without friends; there are a few among the Jedi Shadows that Kaiya considers friends as well as comrades, and 'dying' to them will not be without some emotional price. Kaiya is a Jedi through and through, however, raised to value duty before attachments, and so she would willing pay the price of 'dying' in the name of serving Ashla and the Jedi Order.
There is one attachment, however, that Kaiya will feel the loss of deeply: that to her twin sister. While her twin has been lost, presumed to have fallen to the Dark Side, a part of Kaiya has never given up on the idea that she and Ellie will be reunited at some point, that her twin will free herself from the Dark Side and return. If she 'dies', Kaiya will have to accept what she has denied for so long; that her twin is lost to her.
After weighing her decision in silence for a moment, her loyalty to the Order and sense of duty in the end outweighing what was probably only ever a fool's hope that she and her twin might one day be reunited, Kaiya holds the metallic rectangular object up as though having decided to purchase it, saying to Plur simply and with absolutely no equivocation whatsoever, "I accept."
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