Metis Daru
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Post by Metis Daru on Apr 16, 2022 12:35:58 GMT -8
Stumbling in through the door, making a good deal of noise, came a group of five Twi'lek women. Some were leaning on each other and stumbling, clearly already intoxicated. Four of them tumbled into a nearby booth, laughing as they got situated. Meanwhile, the green-skinned Twi'lek made her way to the bar proper and ordered drinks for her friends and herself to be brought to the table. Then while she waited she turned her back to the bar and leaned against it, using her elbows as additional support. Metis scanned the room. Seeming to be taking stock of who was here. While her friends seemed to be fully blasted, for her it was just an act. Those keen observers, who could see past her shapely and leather clad body, would be able to tell by the sharp focus of her eyes. Those eyes eventually came to notice the dark figure in a corner booth, lit only buy the cigarra he was smoking. A mischievous grin came to her red-painted lips. As a service droid made it's way toward her companions table, Metis snagged the drink she had ordered for herself off it's tray and crossed the room to the darkened booth. Not waiting for an invitation the Twi'lek sat in the booth across from the man. Dusty outside, ain't it? Metis said with a winning smile, clearly making a mockery of usual small talk. One thing she always enjoyed was annoying the most brooding of bar goers. And if they happened to be good looking, all the better.
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Jack Morgan
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Post by Jack Morgan on Apr 16, 2022 14:11:45 GMT -8
Jack pushed the Tavern's door open and walked on in, as he walked into the Tavern the distinctive cling-clang sound could be heard as the spurs on the back of his krayt dragon hide boots sang. Jack scanned the tavern as he walked towards the bar, he noticed a small of group Twi'lek women having blast at the bar. He also noticed one of the Twi'leks moved into one of the booths that already had a patron sitting there, smoking and drinking. Jack also noticed several other people scattered around the tavern drinking and enjoying themselves. Once up at the bar, Jack tap his right index finger on the counter to get the bartender's attention.
"Whiskey, neat."
The bartender nodded and started to pour the drink, while Jack reached into his duster and drop a few credits on the counter for the drink. He then reached into the other side of his duster and pull out one Sweat William's cigar, lit it and started to smoke. Jack was deep in thought as he smoked and drank, he needed to find some work and quickly. Tatooine was starting to get on his nerves and he missed the vast emptiness of space, His crew parted ways roughly a year ago after they had finished a job for a Sith Lord. His ship was stolen by some local gang, so he spent his days doing some mercenary work for a shot caller that went by the name of Erigor that worked for the Eisenwald Crime Family.
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Apr 16, 2022 16:27:30 GMT -8
The man was leaning back in his seat with his left leg crossed over his right knee and his left hand holding his drink rested on his knee. He watched the door as the group of women walked into the bar clearly already drunk. At least all but one. All of his attention was placed squarely on her, she definitely wanted to appear drunk but why? It was a tactic he had used before, it tends to disarm people when they think you're not on your A game. The scenarios played through his head as to why she could be here of all places with her friends but still the only one sober, could be that she's just staying sober to keep an eye on her friends, a noble gesture but not one that many people out this far are willing to do. Could be that she's here on a job, maybe a bounty hunter and she looking to collect, though he didn't know of any current bounties on his head so if that's the case then it just isn't his problem. Or maybe she's here to scope out the place for someone and her friends are just a clever cover. As he pondered he swirled his drink around in the glass and puffed on his cigarra once more illuminating his face once again, inadvertently catching her attention and she began to walk over. Now that was interesting... Not waiting for an invitation the Twi'lek sat in the booth across from the man. Dusty outside, ain't it? Metis said with a winning smile, clearly making a mockery of usual small talk. One thing she always enjoyed was annoying the most brooding of bar goers. And if they happened to be good looking, all the better. He didn't react when the young Twi'lek approached and sat down, he simply took another drag from his cigarra illuminating his eyes once more showing that he was looking at her eyes before he faded into shadow once again then he blew the smoke away from his new guest. "Well Darlin', that tends to happen when there's a storm coming." He flicked his ashes onto the floor. His eyes diverted to the door once more as it opened again and he watched a familiar face walk up to the bar, before he returned his gaze back to the woman in front of him. "But I don't think you came over here just to talk about the sands of Tatooine, did you?" |
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Metis Daru
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Post by Metis Daru on Apr 16, 2022 19:51:46 GMT -8
Metis laughed coyly as she sipped her drink. She tracked that the man's eyes looked to the door as it opened and followed whoever just entered. Her back was to the door, so she couldn't tell but was carefully reading her new conversational partner's reactions. Oh? Does everything have to be all business? Her tone pouty to an exaggerated degree, as was her face before bursting out in laughter again. She sipped her drink again before setting it on the table and then leaning forward, arms crossed and resting on the table, so as to accentuate her already curvy figure. What's wrong with a girl wanting some... stimulating conversation? Again, Metis was gauging his reaction carefully, all the while with a playful smile.
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Scar
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Post by Scar on Apr 18, 2022 20:29:54 GMT -8
A sigh was heard, somewhere behind Metis.
Because your version of a 'stimulating' conversation is hardly what people think it is.
A new voice, a male's, joined the conversation as a newcomer was situated not that far from Metis. No longer would the mask of Ghaz appeared before strangers, unless the Force gave off a warning. Scar recalled how the mask both terrified and brought a frown to the face of his apprentice... it wasn't him after all. It was the shadow that lurked within. Now, more often than not, the Cathar-looking male appeared as he was: the leader of the Jinn Cabal.
Slowly, Scar came forward, glancing at Metis before sighing some.
It involves two conclusions.
He raises two of his fingers.
One, a hefty bill for my accounts to settle. Or two, someone's broken nose and, sometimes, me playing public relations with another gang.
Scar reprimands his apprentice, softly at least. He knew she was merely trying to play coy for that was what the Twi'lek was good at. Why else was she his apprentice and always at his side? Scar tended to be the intimidating side of negotiating, more of a formal business talk, while Metis always managed to get people comfortable and thus spill deeper secrets with ease. The Cathar male turns to the one she was addressing.
I doubt you'd want to pay one of her hefty bills.
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Apr 22, 2022 7:42:52 GMT -8
He took another long drag as she retorted and chuckled slightly at her comment on stimulating conversation, then exhaled his smoke away from her. He was ready to reply when someone else chimed in and walked up to the table. He didn't see where the Cathar had come from but it was obvious now that the Twi'lek approaching him was no coincidence and these two had some sort of angle to play. He listened silently, puffing in his cigarra, as the Cathar spoke to the Twi'lek and thought maybe he picked up on a more personal relationship at play than just employer and employee.
He ashed on the floor once more. "I dunno," he replied, "depends on what I'd get in return." his eyes meet the Twi'leks for a moment before looking back at the Cathar. "You know what I mean." he grinned as he set his drink on the table and sat back once again.
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Metis Daru
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Post by Metis Daru on Apr 23, 2022 16:21:58 GMT -8
Metis rolled her eyes at the accusations leveed against her by Scar, but never turned to face him, the whole time having her full attention on Adrien. She reached up to her head with her right hand to pull one of her lekku over her shoulder and start stroking it. Oh, he makes it sound like I never repay the stimulating conversation. The Twi'lek shot a wink at the smuggler. Just because her boss was here didn't mean she had to stop having fun. I can be plenty stimulating myself.
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Jack Morgan
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Post by Jack Morgan on Apr 24, 2022 9:33:47 GMT -8
Jack continued to drink and smoke at the bar while keeping an eye on what was happening around in the tavern. There was now a third person at that booth, what took Jack by surprise was that he never noticed the man enter the tavern nor approach the booth with the others in it. His instincts had almost took over, but before they could he relaxed and went back to observing the tavern, while keeping an eye on the booth. His gut was telling him that something was going down and he should be ready for whatever happened.
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Scar
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Post by Scar on Apr 24, 2022 11:34:21 GMT -8
Everyone had a price. Thankfully, the Jinn Cabal was among those doing well, given the lack of order in this part of the galaxy.
With the Hutt Cartel practically nothing now, we are able to make better money and have more jobs available. Less regulations from those slugs...
Money that flowed into their coffers in full without Hutts putting their greasy paws on 'taxes', 'tariffs', and other excuses. Thankfully, with the collapse of a Sith Imperium in the region, lawlessness was at an all time high! The shadowport, along the edge of the Outer Rim, was certainly bringing in the customers in the droves.
Plenty of credits, some good work, stretch the hyperspace legs... I think I got something for you if you are interested. Plenty of potential in terms of return.
The male speaks to Adrien, wondering if this guy would be better than the last one they hired.
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Apr 24, 2022 12:17:31 GMT -8
"I don't doubt that for a second, more stimulating than this one that's for sure." He replies to her and takes another drag off his cigarra as he listened to the man's proposal. He chuckles and drops the rest of his cigarra into his whiskey putting it out with a quick sizzle before it sinks to the bottom. Then he turns to face the Twi'lek, "And you said I was all business."
He notes that Morgan looks ready for a fight and wonders if he had noticed who he was or if he had picked a dark enough booth to hide his identity from his fellow smuggler. He decided to address the Twi'lek once more instead of the job offer, "You do look familiar though, you ever work down at the bathhouse? I've had a few stimulating conversations there." He looks up with a grin and winks at the Twi'lek, though in the dark booth he wasn't sure if she could even see it. His eyes lingered on the Twi'lek for a moment then he turned to face the Cathar. "Look, this is all very appealing, truly," he tosses a few credits onto the table and continues, "but what makes you think you're even talking to the right guy?"
His interest was piqued but he had been laying low on Tatooine for months now, not even his old crew knew where he was so he was curious how this guy came to find him, if it was indeed him who was being sought after.
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Metis Daru
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Post by Metis Daru on Apr 25, 2022 19:35:56 GMT -8
Her coy smile returned as she stroked her lekku, Oh, you'd remember one of my... conversations. Metis then tilted her head down and gently bit her lower lip. She was pulling out all the stops for this one. It wasn't often she met a guy in one of these cantinas that was so fun to play with. Most of the residents of Mos Eisley would have full on propositioned her by now. But on the rare occasion. But as Adrien began to push back against Scar's proposal, questioning how they knew he was the man for the job, her smile shifted ever so subtly from coy to sly. Oh, I know 'um when I see um. The Twi'lek then broke her eyes away from Adrien for the first time to look at the bar, and finally see who it was that had walked in with the spurs. Oh, speak of the sith, there's another one. Once she was sure the man with the wide brimmed hat noticed her notice him, she gave a very obvious "up-and-down" before nodding the man over. How she knew that these two were the people for Scar's plans? Well, to her it was simply curiosity and mischievousness. But to be true about it, the Force worked in mysterious ways, guiding Metis' actions if she knew it or not. Her smile widened again. The next part she said mostly to herself but still out loud. Must be my lucky night, two handsome boys to play with...
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Post by Sakina Njeri on Apr 26, 2022 3:53:26 GMT -8
Reaching up to lower the tactical scarf covering her mouth and nose as she enters the tavern, Sakina glances around idly as she strides languidly towards the bar. Despite the dim light and haze of smoke obscuring the dank interior, Sakina easily spots the Chadra-Fan in the green robes she was told to look for. When he sees the tawny furred female Felacatian nearing the bar, the tiny Chadra-Fan begins ambling towards the exit. Appearing to take no notice of one another as their paths cross, Sakina, having subtly palmed the small jar containing a thick, milky colored liquid that the Chadra-Fan surreptitiously slipped to her, simply continues on towards the bar as he in turn makes his departure from the tavern. The subterfuge is, Sakina knows, in all probability wholly unnecessary here in a place like Louie's where far more shady or sinister dealings are all but certain to be taking place, but it has become, like the exchange of credits with the Chadra-Fan's associate outside the tavern, a part of the ritual that has developed around her addiction.
As she takes a seat at the bar, Sakina drops the small jar she had clasped in her palm into a pocket of the well worn, sand hued softshell jacket she wears. Resting her right arm casually on the bar, Sakina lazily drawls, "Namana," when the barkeep asks what she will have. Her short, tawny furred ears occasionally twitch towards particularly loud noises, and her long tail indolently swishes close behind her legs, but as she waits for her drink to arrive Sakina appears overall to be uninterested in the goings on around her in deference to the unwritten rule to mind one's own business or be willing to suffer the potential consequences that tends to apply in shady little dives like Louie's. When her drink is set before her, Sakina pays the barkeep and then sips the pale orange liquor with a soft contented purr, letting the euphoric effect cause her mounting, mild worry about finding gainful employment sooner rather than later now that she finds herself between jobs and with a dwindling amount of credits to live on ebb slowly away.
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Scar
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Post by Scar on Apr 29, 2022 20:53:34 GMT -8
He notes that Morgan looks ready for a fight and wonders if he had noticed who he was or if he had picked a dark enough booth to hide his identity from his fellow smuggler. He decided to address the Twi'lek once more instead of the job offer, "You do look familiar though, you ever work down at the bathhouse? I've had a few stimulating conversations there." He looks up with a grin and winks at the Twi'lek, though in the dark booth he wasn't sure if she could even see it. His eyes lingered on the Twi'lek for a moment then he turned to face the Cathar. "Look, this is all very appealing, truly," he tosses a few credits onto the table and continues, "but what makes you think you're even talking to the right guy?" |
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Post by Jack Morgan on Apr 30, 2022 19:59:36 GMT -8
Jack while still finishing his drink. noticed a Felacatian the tavern and approach the bar, placing an order for a Namana. He then finish the last of the whiskey that remained in his glass and puffed on his cigar as he walked over to the booth where the three patrons had been speaking. He overheard the Twi'lek say something about two handsome boys, and by the time he reached the booth. He caught the last little bit the Cathar male said about coming to Tatooine for the sights. Jack chuckled as he walked up to the booth and then spoke with his gravelly voice.
"And if someone tells you otherwise, their lying."
Once Jack was at the booth he could clearly see the faces of all present at the booth. The female Twi'lek was a looker and the male Cathar had very noble looking features, expect the three scars on his face. Jack also finally got a good look at the man who was already in the booth when the others arrived and he could help but grin, when he see that it was infamous smuggler Captain and his friend, Adrien.
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Apr 30, 2022 20:21:49 GMT -8
He looked up at the Twi'lek with a grin and retorted, "Sounds like we need to have a talk," as he grabbed the datapad and sat back to glance over the information and for the first time his entire face was fully illuminated by the glow. He noted the pick up location of the shipment and of course the drop off location, two out of the three key bits of information that he always considered. The job seemed simple enough, but he wondered what the catch was, he looked at the twi'lek once again as he finished reading, "And it looks like we might have some time for just that, if," he turned to look at Scar, "the price is right."
As he finished talking he noticed that Jack Morgan had made his way to the booth, "Been a long time Morgan." He paused to check around the room to see if anyone has been paying closer attention than they should be, but ultimately doesn't really notice anyone paying any special attention to them, he did however note the new arrival at the bar. "We'll have to catch up over some drinks as soon as I'm done with these folks."
He tossed the datapad back onto the table and returned his attention to Scar. "Fifteen thousand credits, five up front and the rest when upon delivery." He looked back and forth between the two of them once and then continued, "That's assuming we're talking about a few crates, larger shipments carry higher risk and for that the price goes up." he smirked as he looked at the Cathar, "You know how it is."
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Post by Scar on Apr 30, 2022 21:15:40 GMT -8
The Cathar glanced off to his right, hearing the voice of another person, a Morgan, come to join them. Seemed the two knew each other. Past smuggling operations or crew wise. Scar had intel on the one before him, namely just the name and reputation, but contacts and connections were hard to find with this man's past. Captain Draykon was pretty good at keeping his tracks covered. Not even his data miners or shadow brokers were finding a decent warm trail of information.
When the datapad was given back, the formal business continued. The male grins some, leaning back in his seat before glancing up and over at Metis. His apprentice certainly had managed to grab hold of someone who had a decent sense of money and what his worth was. Others before really low-balled or went over the top with their overconfidence.
And the last one wanted triple that, but flew one of those old Darvro-class light freighters.
Scar turns his attention back to Adrien.
I will raise it another five thousand and give you twenty thousand credits, given your reputation, Captain Draykon. Consider the extra credits as a generous consideration on behalf of the Jinn Cabal and the Fortunate Sun. We like capable partners after all. Not hot blooded younglings who usually blast themselves into the surface of a planet more than often.
The boss of the Jinn Cabal leans forward in his chair now, setting his arms upon the table. His attention then glances at Jack Morgan.
And what about your companion here? Hm?
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Metis Daru
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Post by Metis Daru on Apr 30, 2022 21:54:22 GMT -8
Metis smiled and glanced over at Adrien and bit her lower lip seductively. This was another thing she excelled at; Scar had the head for numbers and the fine details of jobs, Metis kept everyone happy and, well, interested. Oh, trust me, honey, we'll get plenty of chances to chat. Ryloth and Balmorra are quite aways away from each other. Next she turned her attention to Jack and Scar. She reached out and gently touched the Cathar's arm. Something tells me, he will also be very... handy to have around. Her coy smile returned as she took in this smuggler up close now. A very fine crew they were making. And with such accomplished smugglers, hopefully a competent one. She removed the hand and returned to stroking her lekku suggestively while the boys talked business. She didn't want to be too distracting now that they had reached the meat of the conversation.
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Post by Sakina Njeri on May 1, 2022 1:43:10 GMT -8
Sakina's tail ceases its seemingly idle swishing and one of her ears pivots around towards the clomping sound of a hulking, pale blue-skinned Herglic stomping up behind her. Her right hand slides imperceptibly closer to the A280-CFE concealed in a shoulder holster beneath her jacket, but after Sakina's nostrils flare and she sniffs the air quietly the hand stays outside of her jacket when she recognizes the scent of her impending visitor.
"Haaaumm, what's up, Doc?" the Herglic booms cheerfully in a loud voice as he rests a huge hand on Sakina's shoulder.
"Still haven't mmmrrr learned to use your inside voice, have you Takoda," Sakina drawls lazily as she turns to face the Herglic, rubbing an ear with an only partially theatrical wince.
"This is my inside voice, Doc, the Herglic announces jovially, loud enough to make a few heads turn their way in irritation or amusement. You still patching up the crew of the Unselig?"
Shaking her head as the Herglic pulls three stools together and comically tries to find a comfortable way to settle his massive bulk on them, Sakina traces the rim of her glass with her left index finger, "Captain retired, sold the ship and left us all unemployed. I'm mmmrr between jobs at the moment, you?"
"I'm with the Sorcha," Takoda replies.
Sakina sips her Namana, eyes closing as she tries to recall what she knows of the ship Takoda mentions, "Captain . . . Deasun, right? He still sticking with that old 2-1B instead of paying for a medic that can mmmrr fight back if the drek hits the fan?"
Takoda nods with a frown, "Unfortunately, then chuckles and pats her shoulder as he glances around the tavern, his attention quickly captured by a booth filled with four Twi'lek females laughing and chattering nearly as loudly as Takoda normally speaks, If it ever, uh, gets blasted, I'll put in a good word."
Glancing over her shoulder to see what has captured Takoda's gaze, Sakina grins and, knowing him well enough to know exactly what the Herglic is thinking, lazily drawls, "Don't let me mmmrr crimp your style, Tak. Ryma'allesh," she bids him an amused farewell in Rylothean as he gets up and pats her shoulder before stomping over towards the booth and its occupants. Shaking her head with a small smile as she hears Takoda's predictably excessively loud and cheerful greeting to the Twi'lek women, Sakina continues nursing her Namana in a leisurely fashion.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on May 30, 2022 1:53:53 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | The Bar | Louie's Tavern | Tatooine ] Attn: Adrien Draykon, Metis Daru, Jack Morgan, Scar & Sakina Njeri Millie was having a fine and dandy time on her way out of this dustball of a world. Why she even came all the way out here after things on Corellia panned up to much of nothing, aside from meeting a beefy Jedi who was all brawn and absolutely no brains, but nonetheless quite lovable in his own way, and then spotting her two uncles and what appeared to be a very tiny clone of herself, she didn't know. Seeing her uncles and a child clone of her had been a shocker, but she'd managed to avoid detection, and seeing them so happy with the little girl, whom they treated in much less the same way as she was once treated by them, before everything went wrong, she felt it would be unfair to saddle them with drama and problems.
She had to leave her former homeworld, and on a whim, had just punched in the course for Tatooine, and just stayed put for a while. Longer than she normally did on a world as lawless as this. Plus that shiny golden ship of hers was quite beautiful and eye-catching. Everything said she should be far away from here, before trouble came knocking. She had just made up her mind after a stroll through Mos Eisley with her still-uncoordinated droid, BB-Drunk (so named because of its tendency to roll drunkenly about), when a mighty dust storm blew out of no where.
Residents and locals all appeared caught by surprise as much as she was, and the sands were whipping up so violently, she decided to put on her protective breathing mask, and had to keep a hand on her hat to prevent it from flying off. Her duster whipped around her as the winds kept picking up, and she wasn't exactly a heavyweight, so she ended up getting pushed almost against her will towards what appeared to be a tavern. Needing a shelter to escape this horrid storm, she did her best to navigate to the door without getting slammed into it. A mechanical bleep and squeal reminded her that BB-Drunk was even lighter and worse, round, so the winds were not doing her droid any favours. She frantically reached a hand out, and somehow, the droid was able to roll against the wind into her grasp. It almost looked like she'd managed to pull him towards herself, but she reckoned it was just her imagination.
Not like she was a Jedi or anything.
Fumbling for the button on the door, she flooded the inside of the tavern with bright sunlight and all the dust and sands that Tatooine possessed in abundance as she was all but shoved in by the winds, and the door quickly closed, sealing the place back in comfortable darkness. Brushing her shoulders off, she took her mask off and moved with fair grace, except she failed to see her gold-and-blue droid wobble right into her path and with a yelp, she was face-down on the floor.
“Ugh...” groaned the blonde, “Beebs, ye're gonna get me killed one-a these days.”
The droid bleeped his apologies, and the petite woman pushed herself up to her knees and slowly got back up, “It's fine, li'l fella, now...”
She fished a palm-sized container out of her duster pocket and stared in horror, the cigarra pack looked messed up.
“What in...?” with a tilt, sand and a few ruined sticks fell out, “...blasted...! Dust-proof pack my butt!”
She glared down at her BB-unit, “Bee-Bee, next time we see that Jawa, remind me to put a bolt through his shiny round eyes.”
BB-Drunk bleeped an affirmative and extended his arm to perform a salute. Shaking her head, she stormed to the bar to buy...she scanned the menu, blue milk. Her sidearms and scatterblaster were made visible when she'd stumbled in, and again when she'd tripped over her droid, her loose white shirt hid the body armour she always wore, and her blue trousers looked durable, clearly made for someone who was outdoors a lot. She did not like this place, and that storm was beyond weird. It was almost like it was pushing her here. She could still hear the winds pounding against the walls and doors, so it seemed like she was going to be here for a while.
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Post by Sakina Njeri on May 31, 2022 12:47:05 GMT -8
Sakina, along with several other patrons in the cantina, looks over her shoulder towards the entrance when the door opens to admit the howling winds, the sand, dust and grit carried by them, and a blonde haired human woman who almost immediately trips over the spherical droid that was blown in along with her and the sands.
As the woman and her droid come to the bar, Sakina's left ear pivots around as she hears a loud slap sounding out, followed by a loud apology and then then thumping of feet approaching that give her an idea of what occasioned the slap and who was on the receiving end of it.
"Twi'leks be feisty!" Takoda, a massive Herglic with a friendly, cheerful and occasionally overly amorous disposition that appears to have survived the slap intact, announces to Sakina as he walks up to where she sits at the bar.
Sakina, guessing that it was more an issue of Takoda being frisky than anything, nods as she says in an amused tone, "Mmmm, I imagine they can be."
Spotting Millie, Takoda adjusts the ends of his tactical vest and booms cheerfully, "Why hello there, cute little human! Allow me to intr. . . "
Interrupting Takoda, thinking to both spare him the possibility of another slap in the near future and the human the amorous attentions of the Herglic, Sakina drawls helpfully, "She's mmmmm not interested, Takoda."
Takoda, not the brightest bulb in the instrument panel, looks from Sakina to the blonde human and, reading more into the fact they are sitting beside one another than it was the only seat for the human to take, winks at them and says, "Message received! Good for you two! Ohhh, will you look at th. . ." Takoda drifts off as his gaze follows a passing Weequay woman with a lovely mane of dreadlocks piled atop her head.
Sakina, following the direction of Takoda's rapt gaze, chuckles throatily, guessing it is the Weequay's generous curves rather than her beautiful hair that has caught his attention. As Takoda stomps off in pursuit of the latest object of his attention, Sakina, as the sounds of the howling winds outside when the human was blown in indicate it is not the best time to venture out, lifts her empty glass to get the attention of the barkeep and lazily drawls, "Namana."
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