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Post by Nartaga on Feb 23, 2016 15:21:58 GMT -8
Louie narrowed his eyes at the woman, giving her a nasty look. The barkeep shook his head and muttered to himself as he motioned for one of his waiters. Louie gestured at Devlin as he spoke to the young man. "This'ns cu' off till 'er bills payed. Watch ta bar. Go' sum bid'ness 'roun back." Louie gave Devlin another look before heading through the door leading to the back of the Tavern, where the Twi'lek who had just shot up the place was tied to a chair. Louie knelt down to be eye level with the Twi'lek man and smacked his face a few times lightly to wake the man up. The Twi'lek groaned and opened his unswollen eye. His eyes turned to shock and fear as the first thing he saw was the ugly mug of Louie, grinning widely with a devilish twinkle in his eye. "Wakey, wakey."
The Twi'lek stammered trying to find his tongue to speak. Finally the anger returned to the young Twi'lek and he began shouting at Louie.
"Yer lucky I'm tied up to this chair, Louie, or I'd be shoving mah boot down yer gullet!"
Louie's grin turned to a smirk and the barkeep stood up, balling his right hand into a fist. The Twi'lek could do nothing but watch as the old barkeep brought his fist into the already beaten face of the Twi'lek. A tooth flew from the mouth of the captive and landed on the floor as the Twi'lek let out a curse. Louie grabbed the man by the collar and brought his face close. "Where're mah boys?"
The Twi'lek quickly tilted his head back and brought it into Louie's nose. Louie grunted and fell back a few feet before regaining his footing. Holding his bleeding nose with his left hand he brought his fist down again on the Twi'lek. The Twi'lek's head rocked to the side and blood dribbled out from his mouth as he started laughing.
"You're boys? You mean those two goons? Oh they're tied up in an alley bleeding out, after they tried to kill me!"
Louie swung at the Twi'lek again, the Twi'lek's head staying limp. Louie smacked the Twi'lek face a few more times before the man came out of the daze. Louie grinned evilly as he walked to the a cabinet and opened a drawer, pulling out a 434 blaster pistol and training it right between the Twi'lek's eyes. Louie hesitated as the Twi'lek started laughing hysterically. Louie looked around, confused by the sudden outburst. "Wus so funny?"
The Twi'lek continued laughing for nearly a minute before finally stopping to catch his breath. The Twi'lek spit out the blood pooling in his mouth and grinned at Louie.
"I told Chalmun and that old lady it was you who poisoned his bar. They was right pissed. Think you might be a dead man walkin', Louie."
Louie shot the Twi'lek twice in the chest as he started laughing again. The panicking happened soon after. Louie scrambled to get his ditch bag.
Back in the main area of the Tavern, the wall opposite of the bar exploded from the outside, sending debris into the Tavern and wrecking much of the inside. A Swoop bike was heard flying off as the dust settled quickly, and not even five minutes after it happened people were already swarming around outside to see what had happened. Louie ran out from the back room, two pieces of cotton in his nostrils and let out a yell. "Wat ta fugg's goin' on in 'ere!" Louie's face turned bright red in an instant as he saw the large piece of his Tavern wall missing. "I jus' 'ad dat wall replaced four years ago!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 21:54:30 GMT -8
Plur had been pretty sure that Kaiya would agree to join the Shadow ranks, but he'd had some doubts about whether she would be willing to go all the way, and so hearing her say the words aloud put his mind at ease. He then motioned for her to pocket the object, which doubled as a cover for the datachip within which would give her access to the new Shadow network on her datapad, allowing her priority access to any intel relating to any mission she was assigned, and provide her a direct link to her handler. He then shuffled out of his seat and turned to look at Kaiya, in a pleasure doing business kind of way
Well, we best get to work. Lots to do...
With that, Plur lead the way from the Cantina, deactivating the countermeasures as he moved through the bar, with Kaiya presumably taking her leave not long after, meaning that the two Jedi would be well clear off the place before the wall was destroyed
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 14:58:45 GMT -8
Pocketing the rectangular object when Plur mimes the completion of the imaginary transaction they have been pretending to conduct, Kaiya plays her part, giving him a nod and a grunt as though dismissing the vendor.
Waiting a few moments so that it does not appear that she has any intention of following the Jedi disguised as a Jawa, Kaiya then departs the tavern, winding her scarf back around her nose, mouth, and then the top of her head. Stepping out into the bright light and heat, Kaiya spots the disguised Jedi leaning against a wall across the street and, with a subtle nod of her head in the direction of a nearby alleyway where she has parked her dusty, rusted, and battered looking yet meticulously maintained Zephyr-G swoop so that they can meet to discuss matters in a more discreet location.
Leaning against the Zephyr-G in the shadows beneath the terracotta terraces over the alleyway, Kaiya takes the rectangular object from the pocket of her lightweight, baggy coat and inserts the datachip into a port on her datapad to examine the intel she has been provided while waiting for Plur to rejoin her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2016 17:59:21 GMT -8
After going through the intel Plur had provided her with, and then discussing her plans with the Jedi currently disguised as a Jawa, Kaiya had bid Plur farewell for the time being after thanking him for his help. Setting her thoughts and emotions concerning what Plur had revealed her future with the Jedi would involve aside, having learned that such distractions are best avoided when on assignment, Kaiya then checks her gear a final time before climbing aboard her Zephyr-G and setting out from Mos Eisley to begin the hunt for the chaavla she has been sent to put an end to.
Once outside of the city proper, Kaiya leans forward as she increases the speed of her swoop as she heads out into the open desert towards the coordinates she has been provided.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2016 1:09:09 GMT -8
Jagger Fark, nay, Captain Jagger Fark as he was infamously known as, strolled in to Louie's Tavern with all the swagger of a man that knew he had struck the mother load, having happened across a map to a treasure beyond all measure. But there was one slight hitch, his First Mate, the treacherous Barbossa, had lead a mutiny against him, and taken control of The Flying Dutchman, leaving him marooned on Tatooine. All was not lost though, for he was the only one with knowledge of the exact location of the treasure, and he'd managed to commandeer an METT that he had dubbed The Blackpearl. All he needed now, was a crew for the Pearl, and if there was any place he was bound to find the kind of low life, good for nothing scum bags that he could trust for such a venture, it would be here, in Louie's Tavern. Jagger sat himself down at the bar, calling a bar tender over and ordering a bottle of rum, which arrived a couple moments later "this is where all the rum is!"
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Post by Buh Shess Ovluv on Mar 11, 2016 13:19:25 GMT -8
*The rare and monstrous Krayt dragon... a fearsome beast, yet one so intriguing to animal researchers. Tatooine was an uninteresting world unless you were a no-gooder or a criminal sort... or an animal biologist. The wildlife of the world was fascinating, worthy of study, despite the harsh conditions and the... unsavory types that roamed the cities and outlying colonies. But the up-close research was worth it; what might be more risky to the researcher was the krayt itself...
Good thing he'd only run into a pack of womp rats, then.
Buh Shess Ovluv, romantic advisor, animal expert, self-fancied aspiring singer. A man who'd devoted his entire life to the realms of love and wildlife. Er, but never at the same time. Intentionally. But now was one of those unintentional times; the womp rat pheromones he'd picked up should he run afoul of the creatures must have been of the wrong sort, and being propositioned by Epicanthix-sized rodents hadn't exactly been on his to-do list. He'd managed to narrowly escape with his integrity intact, but it hadn't exactly been easy. He needed to regroup...
When he reached the tavern, he was a dirty old man. Er, in the literal sense, he was actually rather chaste. But dust, dirt, sand, and some mysterious grime clung to his form, along with a handful of scratches from the womp rat encounter. Nothing he couldn't handle, but he sure was a sight. The way he carried himself as he sauntered over to the bar, it was like he didn't even realize it; just another day in the life of Buh Shess Ovluv.* "I'll take whatever's your nastiest-tasting ale," *he requested, pulling a credit chip from inside his jacket and sliding it across the counter.* "Whatever it's like, can't be as bad as womp rat fur."
*The bartender was used to all sorts of characters, but the implication was enough to make him look more than a little concerned as he provided the drink in question. Ovluv thanked him before taking his drink toward an unoccupied booth. Sitting down, he pulled two objects out of his jacket: A datapad, and a phial.* "Saber, online," *he spoke. The datapad came to life on its own, displaying a holographic image of a featureless, female human.*
"What can I do for you, sir?" *it inquired, even as Ovluv pulled out a small slide, tipping some of the liquid within the phial upon it.*
"I want you to analyze this liquid... tell me where I went wrong," *he answered, and a slot in the datapad opened. He inserted the slide, then, after Saber acknowledged, leaned back and took a sip of the drink. After he coughed and gagged repeatedly, he shook his head, then shrugged.* "Yep. Womp rat tastes worse." *He tipped back the glass again, this time able to hold it down without much issue.
... until Saber announced,* "These are mating pheromones, designed to attract womp rats to a mate," *and then the drink was sprayed all over the seat across from him.*
"Bloody rodders had me for a fool!" *he cursed, then growled and rubbed two fingers against his temple.* "Last time I seek the materials I need off the Tatooinian black market... Thanks Saber, that'll be all."
"As you wish, sir," *the AI announced before the datapad powered down. It was a very good thing he hadn't yet gone after the krayt dragon, then...*
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Post by Jessa Quinn on Mar 13, 2016 0:21:37 GMT -8
Louie's Tavern
Skrick, skrick, skrick.
There. Jessa blew the little shavings of dirt from the name engraved into the wooden bartop in front of her, head cocked in consideration. Months of muck had collected in the drunkenly carved letters, making the name unreadable, and it had been bothering her for the past thirty minutes. Now it was clear…sort of. She frowned at it, trying to make out the name. Drav? Dray…Son? Bon? Kon. Draykon.
She sighed, clutching her untouched mug of lukewarm ale (or what passed as ale in this area), and cast another wary glance around the bar.
Four weeks ago, she'd been clean, energized, comfortable, never wanting for anything and ripe with zeal for life's many mysteries. Her days were spent in silk slippers and chiffon scarves, reading all sprawled out on the white sands of the lake or painting by the rominaria garden while her eldest sister played the lute.
Then the pirates came.
Now she was sitting in a dive bar, scratching gunk out of the counter with her fingernails while she waited for a contact that wasn't coming. She knew he wasn't coming. She'd watched the Flying Dutchman soar away without her.
Jessa shifted on the stool, uncomfortable with her surroundings. She'd tried to blend in, like Mr. Gybbs had instructed. Her clothes were worn thin, her boots were scuffed and falling apart, dust and dirt had collected in patches on her face and her hair was a rats nest. But her hands were too soft and her nails too manicured, teeth to straight and white, her manners and her words too graceful and she hadn't quite managed to lose that wide-eyed girl look in her eyes. Jessa she was determined to keep trying.
The bartender was staring at her. She lifted her gaze from her drink and smiled a little at him. He retreated like she'd just sprouted fangs and a pair of wings.
Deflated, Jessa stared at the counter again, rubbing at her aching neck. The amulet hung heavy in its little leather sack around her neck under her shirt, strangely cold against her chest even through the rawhide. The headache was starting again, but she couldn't afford to take it off, not here. There were too many pickpockets.
It's why she'd stuffed the compass down her boot, secured with lacings. Even the cases on her utility belt, snapped firmly shut, weren't immune to theft.
Absentmindedly, she took a sip from her mug before she realized what she was doing. The sour, weak ale filled her mouth, but she managed to spit it back in the cup without too much of a fuss. The same couldn't be said for the fellow in the booth near the corner. The aristocrat stole a look over her shoulder at the rest of the bar, taking quick stock of the beings assembled.
The loud man with the red head scarf and the beads in his hair down the counter looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she'd seen him before. Perhaps if she got a better look at his face, it would come to her. The man with the holographic data-pad spraying his drink everywhere was a curious one. There was a woman radiating confidence in a dark jumpsuit in a booth at the back, and another female with lighter hair and a sort of gemmed tiara set on her forehead seated in another. Jessa looked away when a bottle of liquor came flying into the woman's outstretched hand. The Force. She'd read about it, but never met anyone with such talents in her sheltered life.
Desperate to distract herself from her anxious thoughts, Jessa brushed at the name 'Adrien Draykon ' on the counter and made up stories in her mind about why each of the occupants were there.
She'd get back to figuring out where to go from here once she was done, she promised herself.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 4:14:21 GMT -8
More and more occupants were starting to fill the bar, with the blonde and brunette probably being some of the most exotic looking occupants this place had seen in a long time. As he set his rum down on the bar, he scanned the crowd, scouting out potential crew members, wondering who could be trusted, and who would be willing to work for a reward that might not actually pay off, even though Captain Jagger Fark was more than confident it would. He had seen a piece of the treasure with his own eyes, and he knew there was more out there, at the location he had managed to plot, but he was certain it would not be long before Barbossa made the same revelation.
It was then, that he noticed the blonde seated further down the bar, scratching at something in the bar top. He stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out what about her was so familiar to him, when it suddenly hit him, and he knew where he had seen her and why she was familiar. Jagger sidled his way along the bar, bringing his rum with him, as he stopped just beside her, looking towards the back of the bar as if to avoid acting a little too overly familiar with someone who might not actually be the person he thought they were. But he was willing to bet a pretty fortune that she was the woman that they had taken prisoner a few weeks ago "Seems I wasn't the only one marooned on this god forsaken planet... You were on the Dutchman, weren't you? Oh what was your name again... miss... misss... uhm..."
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Post by Oliver Dorian on Mar 13, 2016 13:36:57 GMT -8
"Miss Quinn!" Oliver pushed through a group of patrons, eliciting glares that were none to friendly and ignoring them altogether in his haste to reach the young noblewoman. "Thank the force I found you!" He'd been searching for her for nearly a month, ever since the pirates had taken her from her father's home on Naboo. One might say he was a tad brash in his pursuit of her, foregoing the comfort and safety of the official military search parties and envoys in favor of stealing a ship himself.
At this point, he'd probably be going to jail whether he brought her back or not, but he didn't care anymore because he'd done it. He'd found her when no one else could. The navy was probably still floundering about looking for leads, and here she sat right in front of him. He stopped beside her and laid a hand on her shoulder before he remembered himself, jerking it back as though burned. She was a lady, and he merely a craftsman. That was the way of things. "Miss Quinn, are you alright? Did they hurt you?" He knew the reputation pirates had, knew the things they reportedly did to their female captives, and the thought of it made him sick.
"I've been looking for..." Mid-sentence, his eyes strayed to the man that had moved to the stool just beside her, and his tone changed to one of accusation as his eyes went wide.
"YOU!" In an instant, the man had a DE-10 aimed squarely at the side of his head. "I should kill you where you stand, pirate!"
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Post by Jessa Quinn on Mar 13, 2016 15:21:33 GMT -8
Jagger sidled his way along the bar, bringing his rum with him, as he stopped just beside her, looking towards the back of the bar as if to avoid acting a little too overly familiar with someone who might not actually be the person he thought they were. But he was willing to bet a pretty fortune that she was the woman that they had taken prisoner a few weeks ago "Seems I wasn't the only one marooned on this god forsaken planet... You were on the Dutchman, weren't you? Oh what was your name again... miss... misss... uhm..." "Miss Quinn, are you alright? Did they hurt you?" He knew the reputation pirates had, knew the things they reportedly did to their female captives, and the thought of it made him sick.
"I've been looking for..." Mid-sentence, his eyes strayed to the man that had moved to the stool just beside her, and his tone changed to one of accusation as his eyes went wide.
"YOU!" In an instant, the man had a DE-10 aimed squarely at the side of his head. "I should kill you where you stand, pirate!"
Thrown mentally off-balance by Oliver's sudden appearance (though she'd never been happier to see him), Jessa grabbed at the memories of the last few weeks, combing through the events for answers, but she came up empty. Narrowing her eyes at the man with the red headscarf, she studied his face. When she'd met the Captain of the Flying Duchman before that mongrel had commandeered the ship, he'd been shrouded in shadow in his quarters, but his voice was unmistakable. "Wait, Oli…" A large part of her appreciated his quick rise to her defense, but she placed a hand on his arm, indicating for him to lower his weapon (for now) as realization fully dawned on her face. "I remember you. Yes, you're the Captain, the one I spoke to about…" Jessa lowered her voice conspiratorially. "…about the coin."She'd told no one else. Barbossa hadn't been aware of it which was why he'd left her here, having an aversion to killing women and thinking her only a simple plaything. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 17:34:57 GMT -8
"Ah! Miss Quinn!" The name suddenly came to him as if someone else had been shouting it, a voice he had heard before, belonging to a young man that had once helped him escape prison. He then turned to look, and found that he wasn't actually imagining anything, there before him, stood that very man, having managed to track his beloved down to Tatooine, prevailing where the Navy had seemingly failed "Ah oliver!" His words were cut short as the man recognized him, pulling a pistol on him, which caused only the slightest concern from the dear Captain, as his voice took on a slightly more serious tone "Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again..." It was then that Jessa somewhat came to his rescue, the young woman serving to calm his temper and hopefully convince him to lower the pistol. A smile then crossed his face again as Jessa remembered him as the one she had talked to about the coin, the very coin which he suspected she still had since she had been left behind, and if that was the case, then Barbossa would have a lot of work to do "Right you are my dear, Captain Jagger Fark, at your service..." Jagger then offered his hand out for Jessa to shake, as if meeting properly for the first time "I trust you still have it?"
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Post by Oliver Dorian on Mar 14, 2016 13:15:23 GMT -8
"You didn't beat me." He allowed Jessa to push his arm lower, but refrained from holstering the weapon just yet. "You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight I would kill you." His tone conveyed the conviction of the statement, and it was a long few moments before he finally drove the blaster back into its holster. Oliver was clearly none to happy about letting the pirate live, but it appeared Miss Quinn had already struck a deal with the man.
"Whatever he's promised to do for you, he's lying." His words this time were directed at the young noblewoman, and even though she'd never told him about the coin he knew how little honor pirates possessed. "A pirate can never be trusted."
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Post by Jessa Quinn on Mar 15, 2016 14:55:21 GMT -8
"Oh I don't trust him," she reassured Oliver, fixing Captain Jagger Fark with a shrewd gaze. "But he was left behind, as I was, and I believe he wants his treasure as much as he wants his ship back." Jessa took Fark's grimy hand and gave it a quick, solid shake. "And he knows he can't get at either of them without me."
She narrowed her eyes a bit, searching the captain's face for treachery. "Barbossa interrupted our deal-making, so if I did still have 'it', what are your terms?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 18:25:21 GMT -8
"Well that's not very much incentive for me to fight fair, now is it?" Was all the answer he gave to Oliver, before he returned his attention back to Jessa as she asked what his terms were, should she still have the coin. He gave her an honest smile then "My terms are what they always were, though slightly adjusted now, considering the circumstances... Help me find the treasure, and get the Dutchman back, and I'll return you and your beloved here back to Naboo, with a small share of the treasure, of course. If trust is an issue, then know that you can always trust me to do what is right to find the treasure, get my ship back, and make those mutinous dogs pay. I assure you, my promise is far more substantial than simply being returned home by some craftsman... Think about this for a moment... You return home, having survived capture by pirates, with riches that could let you two be together... what say you to that?"
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Post by Ryker Caldwell on Apr 6, 2016 21:44:13 GMT -8
It wasn't a full blown sandstorm, but it was windy enough for a nice dust cloud to be knocked from Ryker's hair as he shook it from his head upon entering the cantina. He smacked dust from his pants and shoulders while making his way towards the bar. His eyes were on an empty seat near an older man who appeared to have had to walk through the sand as well. Earlier that day Ryker had left his ship on the outskirts and took his transport, which needed new parts just like everything else he owned, and became stranded when it broke down. He was filthy and had no more water left; He needed a drink.
He glanced around the seemingly dingy bar as he made his way over to order a drink. Strange and rough people came here, but he felt at home, as if he was among friends. This was the life he had known since he was a young boy after all. He approached the bar and raised his hand for the waiter who was at the sink.
"What can I get for ya?" The bartender said in a gruff voice. In his hand, a glass that he was currently drying with a towel.
"Yeah, I'll ta-" Ryker was cut off by the older gentleman in the booth nearby spitting out his drink abruptly. He winced and glanced back to the bartender. "On second thought, I think I'll just take some water."
The bartender grunted and went to grab another glass as Ryker overheard the man near him complaining to his datapad about his bad purchase. Ryker leaned over closer to the gentlemen. "You may want to change your vendor." He leaned back to the bar as the glass of water he requested was brought over. He nodded his thanks and slipped a few credits to the bartender as a tip. Normal people wouldn't tip for a water, but he liked to keep his enemies to a minimum.
Ryker picked up his drink and headed back to the empty table. He slid out a chair and let out a sigh as he sat down, relieved to rest his feet a bit. He took a sip of the water, soothing his dry throat.
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Post by Buh Shess Ovluv on Apr 6, 2016 23:26:40 GMT -8
*Ovluv looked up at the voice from the man who'd addressed him on his vendor. He seemed to be middle-aged, and clearly a smuggler of some sort. Ovluv studied him briefly with a thoughtful crease in his brows, the crease turning into a scowl at the taste of his drink as he took another sip. Now that the mood had passed... he really wished he'd ordered something better.
Clicking his tongue and bearing it, he set the drink down, draping his arm over the back of the booth and remarking to the man,* "Womp rat pheromones is a very niche market. I don't have much choice in the matter. You wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?" *he asked doubtfully.*
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Post by Ryker Caldwell on Apr 12, 2016 21:10:14 GMT -8
Ryker had a curious look on his face "What's with the interest in Womp rat pheremones?" He stuck his hand up as to dismiss the question "Actually it doesn't matter"
He waved his hand in the air, aiming his gaze towards the bartender "Bartender, can I get a couple cups of Juma Juice over here for me and my new acquaintance." The bartender just glanced up and started working on the drinks. Ryker stood up and took a seat a crossed from the gentlemen with whom he had been talking.
"I havn't been on this planet in a long time." Ryker stated as he motioned to Ovluv's drink" "But apparently the market's reliability hasn't changed much."
The bartender arrived with the two cups of Juma Juice and Ryker slipped him another few credits as he accepted the cups. He slid one of the drinks to Ovluv before taking a sip from his.
"I hope you like it, it is one of my favorites and I'm sure it is better than whatever you were drinking." Ryker had a smile on his face as he took another quick drink before setting his cup to the side and letting a more serious look come over his face "We should probably start this conversation off on a bit more personal note." He stuck his hand out "My names Ryker Caldwell."
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Post by Buh Shess Ovluv on Apr 12, 2016 21:37:47 GMT -8
*When asked about his interest in womp rat pheromones, Ovluv's eyebrows raised and for a moment he seemed excited that someone else seemed interested in what he did. But it was quickly dismissed and Ovluv frowned, disappointed. Alas, very few shared his interest in the zoological arts. At least he had Chris Peabody, a man who seemed more sincere about the craft than Ovluv himself.
Surprisingly, the stranger offered him a drink, "Juma Juice," one Ovluv was familiar with, one he knew not to consume too much of. Friendly gesture... uncommon on Tatooine. As for the drink Ovluv currently had, he only glanced at it, then shook his head.* "Ordered by choice. Emotionally-fueled, admittedly. Not one of my wiser decisions, but nor was trusting the vender I got these from." *He indicated the phial as he spoke the word "these," holding it up and giving it a light shake.
When the drink arrived, he considered it and his current drink for a moment, then pushed it away with the back of his fingers before taking up the new drink, taking a sip, then smacked his lips.* "Ah. Yes, that will better do." *The other man then introduced himself as Ryker Caldwell, though left his occupation unmentioned. Not that it was really difficult to discern what that was. Extending his own hand, Ovluv gave the other man's hand a firm shake, replying,* "Ovluv, Buh Shess, animal expert and romantic advisor. I try not to romantically advise the animals, but after today, I'm not so sure I'm very successful at that." *He grumbled, glancing at the phial again.*
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Post by Ryker Caldwell on Apr 17, 2016 20:47:42 GMT -8
Ryker had a dumbfounded look on his face as he staired blankly at Ovluv. "romantic advisor?" was all he could think. After a few seconds he shook his head to clear it and smiled awkwardly. "I'm glad you like the drink." He reached for his cup and took another drink and then clutched the cup with both hands setting it directly in front of him. He sighed.
"I don't have the connections I used to on this planet, but I may be able to get you what you want from another planet." He paused for a second as if regretting what he was about to say. "Nar Shaddaa."
He knew Nar Shaddaa was a dangerous planet, and he didn't have many fans on its surface. But it usually had everything a human being or any other species was looking for.
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Post by Buh Shess Ovluv on Apr 17, 2016 22:29:35 GMT -8
*Ovluv didn't notice the man's initial reaction to his occupation, eyes still angrily focused on the no-good pheromones; his only response to the comment about liking the drink was a muttered "yes" accompanied by a half-nod. However, it was the mention of knowing where Ovluv might know where to find what he was looking for that Ovluv looked up in curiosity.
"Nar Shaddaa"? Ovluv slammed both his hands on the table and leaned forward, looking equal parts curious and desperate.* "Who?! And do they know anything about krayts?!" *Woah, he'd better slow down. Ovluv eased back into his seat, letting his hands slide off the table.* "Right, you're clearly a smuggler, so I imagine you'll have some kind of price..."
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