Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on May 17, 2013 18:16:47 GMT -8
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.
He saw Jud lean closer to the bar, trying to stem a steady stream of Thallrika from his nose with his hand over his mouth. The wet gurgling of a laugh cutting through the dim of the bar around them. "Fugging Sith-swine." Louie hissed out the side of his mouth, throwing the used bar rag he'd been caring all night at the Old Sith, which landed on the his hooded head, causing Jud to laugh harder. The contents of his mouth spraying entirely before him on the bar.
"Clean yerself up, ya Rodder! An' pour yer own drinks fer tha resta tha night!" Louie yelled at the Sith, before turning back to the Kiffer. She had produced a data-slate on the bar and Louie saw the encrypted seal even before she mentioned a business partner he may know of. Louie played it cool, he always did. He wasn't going to sing for just any bird that walked into his establishment.
"Oh, a biznes partnr ya say? Well I've got alota those missy, ya gunna have ta be mor specific."
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Post by Seanna Vel on May 17, 2013 19:49:12 GMT -8
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.
He saw Jud lean closer to the bar, trying to stem a steady stream of Thallrika from his nose with his hand over his mouth. The wet gurgling of a laugh cutting through the dim of the bar around them. "Fugging Sith-swine." Louie hissed out the side of his mouth, throwing the used bar rag he'd been caring all night at the Old Sith, which landed on the his hooded head, causing Jud to laugh harder. The contents of his mouth spraying entirely before him on the bar.
"Clean yerself up, ya Rodder! An' pour yer own drinks fer tha resta tha night!" Louie yelled at the Sith, before turning back to the Kiffer. She had produced a data-slate on the bar and Louie saw the encrypted seal even before she mentioned a business partner he may know of. Louie played it cool, he always did. He wasn't going to sing for just any bird that walked into his establishment.
"Oh, a biznes partnr ya say? Well I've got alota those missy, ya gunna have ta be mor specific."
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on May 18, 2013 21:08:51 GMT -8
Louie just took it all in, this women spoke oddly, and he wasn't sure if it was the boozes or the Kiffer's actual dialect. whatever the case, he kept his cool.
"I ain't ever seen no seal, hunny... An if yer bringin' greetins from sumone I 'now. Why don I's seem ta 'now ya? Louie stretched his back with a grunt of pain. He'd been leaning up against the bar this entire time. "I 'now my peopl's informants, n' I 'now I don't 'now ya... So, ya gave me'a message. Thanks." Louie turned from the women, and started to serve other patrons. If he did come by, then Louie would know this Kiffer was for real.
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Kashk
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Post by Kashk on May 28, 2013 17:23:35 GMT -8
Kashk entered the cantina. He was tired from traveling. He sat in a corner booth. He needed a drink, but needed money more...
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Jun 16, 2013 20:17:35 GMT -8
Louie must have fallen asleep at the bar, because when he came to his senses most of his patrons had left, even that mysterious woman.
"Aw, me achin 'ead.." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "She musta drugged me, er sumthin..." Louie looked over to where Jud had been sitting, only to see an empty seat and an empty glass with a sizable amount of credit chips in it.
Louie let out a toothy smile, and laughed. "Good Ol' Jud." He said, before noticing someone in a booth towards the back of the Tavern. With a huff he came from behind the bar, finding it hard to walk straight. "What tha fug did she do ta me?" Louie spouted before meandering to the booth, seeing that it was Trandoshan.
"What canna do ya fer, stranger?"
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Post by Kashk on Jun 17, 2013 5:20:56 GMT -8
Kashk looked at the being addressing him. His slotted eyes focusing on the being, gauging him...
A job. I needsss a job. I can't purchassse beveragesss without creditsss.
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Jun 17, 2013 11:05:12 GMT -8
Louie's face shifted into a scowl. Great, another freeloader, he thought. Just another out of work Merc, looking for a hand out. And worst of all, he had no credits. What a monumental waste of Lou's time.
"Jobs, huh?" Louie said, rubbing the back of his neck still. "What you lookin fer? Ta smuggle? Ta killa mark? Ta wash dishes?" Louie smiled, and sat across from the Trandoshan with a grunt as he eased his ample frame into the cushioned seat. "Cause I do needa dish washer..."
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Kashk
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Post by Kashk on Jun 17, 2013 15:37:07 GMT -8
Kashk hissed loudly at the man. He needed a job, but washing dishes? That's what droids were for.
I wasss hoping to find sssomething more interesssting than wassshing dissshesss....
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Jun 18, 2013 9:51:22 GMT -8
"Oh, were ya?" Louie said before laughing. "Well I knowa guy that might need sumthin' done."
Louie got up from the table.
"So, ya wanna smuggle?" Louie's eyebrow raised.
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Post by Kashk on Jun 18, 2013 10:15:54 GMT -8
Kashk smiled a toothy reptilian grin.
I can. I have. I don't have a ssship, but that can be fixed.
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Jun 19, 2013 13:28:05 GMT -8
"My friend might be able ta get ya a ship... among other things." Louie said as he walked away from the reptile and towards the bar again. Once around the other side of the bar Louie picked up a glass and a bottle, and walked back towards the Trandoshan. Louie placed the glass in front of the lizard, making sure that his patron's slitted eyes could see that there was something underneath it; in the recessed bottom of the glass. Louie uncorked the bottle and poured the dark liquid into the glass with a smirk, covering the object up at the bottom as he did so.
"Here's one on tha 'ouse fer yer troubles..." Louie said with a nod of his head, before returning to his bar and leaving the Trandoshan to his own devices.
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Post by Kashk on Jun 19, 2013 16:44:24 GMT -8
Kashk nodded to the barkeep.
Thanksss.
Kashk slid the glass to the edge of the table, catching the object in his left hand as he lefted the glass with his right to his mouth. Kashk downed the beverage, a rather stout spirit, one Kashk wasn't familiar with, but enjoyed. He glanced down to his left hand, at the apparent credit chip the barkeep had given him. Looking closer, Johun could see some etching, Staed and Anchorhead. Kashk knew Anchorhead was another large city on Tatooine, but Staed, hmmm must be the name of barkeep's "friend". Well, off to Anchorhead then... Kashk stood, nodded at the barkeep, and left the tavern.
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Jun 19, 2013 20:29:41 GMT -8
Louie watched the Trandoshan take his prize and leave the tavern without even a backwards glance. Good, Lou thought. He didn't need any nods or pleasant goodbyes. He needed Staed to hold up his end of the bargain and get him his credits. That's all that ever mattered; making a cred.
With the lizard gone the bar took on an eerie silence. Louie looked up to the clock to see it was nearly five in the morning. For a second he stood there, not blinking. The look of pure concentration on his face.
"Six hours... minimum," He said softly to himself, as he walked up to the Tavern's door and locked it. "Time ta call tha little guttersnipe, an turn in fer a bit."
With that said, Louie walked through the bar, putting chairs up and turning off signs , before making his way towards the back of the bar itself. He pressed a hidden button on the wall and a camouflaged door hissed open and shut behind the bartender has he stepped into the mysterious portal.
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Post by Samson "Reaper" Ordo on Jul 22, 2013 11:47:23 GMT -8
His search had taken him across the galaxy. And it all started with a simple posting on one of the darker corners of the Holo-Net. Now, after a long journey across the stars, with companions of which he would rather not know, he found himself standing outside of a particularly seedy tavern. Being on Tattooine, everywhere held a certain sketchy element, but few took so much of an effort to repulse customers as Louie's tavern had. It was hard to find too, though after spending half of a day roughing up any man that Dante couldn't charm, or that Nicholai couldn't con, he finally found himself here.
And he had no back up.
But that was all a part of the plan- coming in a large group would arouse suspicion; it needed to be one person, and it needed to be Samson. If Dante or Nicholai came into this bar, their pretty boy appearances would have immediately targeted them as suspicious. While Samson wasn't exactly incognito himself, clad from head to toe in a rather impressive suit of custom power armor, but on Tattooine, it was not abnormal in the space ports to find an armor clad renegade looking to slip under the radar.
So he went in, stepping down the flight of narrow stairs that led into the alley way's finest dive bar. His servos whined softly with each sudden movement, though careful maintenance saw to it that they would never be in ill repair. Stepping through the front door, he gave a passing glance to a Gammorean guard, who didn't pay him much notice. That's where Dante and Nicholai would have had a hard time. He made his way to the bar, allowing his HUD to adjust to the low lighting of the area. Then he made his way to one of the far back booths, where he waited for a server or droid of some sort. As he did it, he silently scanned the room with his HUD, noting clientel species, crime records, and whether or not they were armed. If things got hairy in here, he would be wishing for Dante and Nicholai's support. He had to move with caution.
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Jul 23, 2013 11:19:16 GMT -8
Louie had been cleaning the bar as an imposing armored figure ducked in through the Tavern's door. "Well, what 'ave we got here..." Louie said softly to himself as he followed the man's footsteps towards the back of his establishment. It had been sometime, maybe since the PI had control of the planet that Louie had seen a person in such heavy armor. It didn't frighten him - not much did - but it did allow Louie the paranoia of wondering why this man was suited up for War. Louie's eyes followed the man to a booth, and without much of a pause started over towards him.
"What can I do ya fer?" Louie said, his usual opening to anyone what sat in his bar.
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Post by Samson "Reaper" Ordo on Jul 27, 2013 8:15:40 GMT -8
Samson looked to Louie as he addressed him. The haunting etching of the banshee skull on his transparisteel visor was the only indication of the man's face. His true face was concealed over the back tint, but the skull was what most knew him by. Samson spoke out, his voice was deep and laced with an unrefined accent of mandalorian.
"Don't suppose you sell Ti'haar in this Hutt Pit do you?"
While the eyes of his Banshee skull were locked on Louie, Samson's organic eyes swept the room, while his HUD lit up with readings. He watched for any potential hostiles while keeping a close eye on the exit.
"Also looking for some work in my field...figured your shack would be a good place to start."
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Jul 29, 2013 10:04:12 GMT -8
Louie recognized the skull emblem that took up the front part of Samson's helmet, and knew the man he was talking to.
"Ya ask me like ya've never been 'ere before." Louie smiled at the man he only knew as Reaper. "An I thought ya lik'd this pit?" Louie said before heading back towards the bar for the bounty hunter's drink.
It only took a minute for Louie to find the nondescript bottle and a glass, before making his way back over to Samson. "'Ere ya go..." Louie stated before putting the glass in front of the man, and uncorking the bottle, before pouring an ample amount. "This 'tuffs straight frum Man'alor... So, no complainin'." Louie finished with a smirk before seating himself across from Samson.
"Lookin' fer a job, huh?" Louie stratched at his stubble. "Somethin' in perticular ya lookin' fer?"
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Post by Samson "Reaper" Ordo on Jul 29, 2013 12:08:59 GMT -8
"It's convenient, I will give you that."
Samson reached up, gripping the sides of his helmet. He pressed a key, hidden from the naked eye; a hiss filled the room as the helmet seal unlocked. Pulling his helm free from his head, he revealed his organic face to Louie. It wasn't much of an improvement. He appeared a brute in every sense of the word, perhaps even a barbarian. His hair was clipped into a military buzz, and his cheeks and chin held no hair, but instead held a host of scars varying in size and shape. Samson had a strong brow, a square jaw, and a pronounced chin. A hard man to look upon, yet vanity had never been a trait of his.
Setting his helmet to the side, turning so the skull faced Louie, Samson reached for the Ti'haar. He wrapped a gloved hand around the glass, then pulled it up to his nose. He sniffed the contents while he watched Louie with bold, calculating emerald eyes. After a moment, he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip. He allowed himself to relax then.
"Had better...still, there are worse things to drink."
He slid a credit chit over to Louie- a normal Ti'haar costs no more than 12 credits, yet Louie could see the bold font of this much larger chit laughing in his face. Five hundred credits, for a drink? Perhaps Samson was blind and stupid, though the fact that his thumb never left the chit suggested otherwise. He continued to watch the man as he made his inquiry.
"Well, I was thinking of going into Moisture Farming but apparently I missed the season, so I suppose it will have to be the sort of dirty work you find in a hole in the wall in Tattooine. Dirt, blood and sweat, in exchange for credits...I hear you might know some people that can help."
His thumb remained planted on the credit, while his other hand was wrapped around his glass, which he pulled to his lips, taking a second sip from its amber, flamable contents.
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Jul 29, 2013 21:14:03 GMT -8
Louie shuddered at Samson's features. He'd never seen the merc out of his armor before, and despite having seen many botched deals and gang killings. He still slinked away slightly at Samson's bare-faced stare.
"Better, he says..." Louie murmured, knowing full well that he never skimped on drink. Especially to a client and a killer that would take offense to something even as simple as a weak drink.
Louie snorted out a laugh at the quip, not thinking the man before him possible at humor. Before sliding his hand towards the credit chip. "You'll 'ear alota things inna place like this." Louie motioned his head around his Tavern. "But in tha case of ya... It just so hap'ens I might 'now a thing er two." Louie leaned forward slightly to address Samson.
"I 'now a guy, wella group of people that could prob'ly use yer... talents." Louie said with a toothy smirk, before offing to fill Samson's glass for him. "I could give ya a way of contactin' them... See if ya wanna throw in with their lot. Ya 'now? I'll tell ya now. They ain't cheapskates er backstabbin' fuggers. The guy who runs tha show - well - lets just say he's a true bizness man. "
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Post by Samson "Reaper" Ordo on Aug 2, 2013 7:42:50 GMT -8
Samson's thumb lifted off of the credit chit, allowing Louie to take it. Leaning forward, he watched the grizzled old bar tender before his lips twisted in what could hardly be described as a smile. He pulled his refilled drink to his lips and took a larger sip before setting the glass down.
"Well Louie, I believe you have my attention."
Samson knew the group that Louie was talking about. Lots of people did. Even so, Samson couldn't just stroll in their lair and ask for work. He needed his in, and Louie was that in.
"Do go on...how can I get in touch with these employers?"
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