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Post by Louie Ghernis on Aug 2, 2013 20:23:06 GMT -8
"I could tell..." Was all Louie said as he grinned back at Samson, quickly pocketing the cred-chip into his apron.
"Simple." Louie said with a smirk, while rummaging around in his apron again. Just before pulling out what looked to be an old drink coaster. "With one'na these..." Louie held, between his pudgy dank fingers a coaster. One which looked like it hadn't seen the light of the twin suns in years. The visible wet-stained rings only made the fact that Samson could ascertain what it was worse, because it was so damn dim where they sat. Louie placed the coaster on the table and slid it over towards the Mercenary like it were a credit chip.
"Don' be thinkin' it'sa what it looks like." Louie got up fomr the table, leaving the bottle to Samson. "Feed it inta yer navi-com system... I swear it won't fug anyhting up." Louie gave Samson a wink and laughed, before returning to the bar.
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Aug 15, 2013 15:57:33 GMT -8
After the attack on Nar Shaddaa Amond, Hannah, Dee, Kalam, Svava, and Annie were all believed to be dead by those who made it out. It was a crippling blow to which the rest of the crew never quite recovered from. Little by little the crew began to fall apart until there was almost nothing left, first there was Ethan and Rachael who took their daughter, Neah, and settle on Naboo. Shortly after Syla left and returned to Honoghr as far as Adrien knew; Ace, Ryder, Dax, Spaz, and Mack returned to Nar Shaddaa to try and find some trace that those they lost were still alive. And the shell that was the Draykon Crew remained, spirits broken and dwindling. It wasn't long before the spark that was once shared between Nika and Adrien had been diminishing for some time finally flickered out and Nika was gone, leaving Adrien with a handful of memories, a pile of regrets, and a goodbye that lingered in his mind. His brother, Connie, Frankie, and Eli were all that remained of his old crew.
After losing everything, his business, his crew, Nika; Adrien found himself hiding out on Tatooine with a few remnants of his former life. The sandstorms made him constantly dusty, there was always sand in his shoes which annoyed him to no end, but in this life he had found a the quiet serenity that until now he had never known he wanted. He had been working on a moister farm for the better part of three months, it was honest work, quiet, and peaceful. He was even going by another name at the time, Jim Franklin.
His beard was longer and thicker, his hair was pulled back and tucked inside a worn, wide-brimmed, dusty, brown hat, and unlike in his former life as a smuggler he almost never carried a blaster, today being no exception. And unlike his life as a smuggler, he kept his head down and kept to himself mostly, save for a few friendly exchanges here and there with some of the locals. It was a life worth having, a life he wanted to keep now that he was out of the game. But a life that was far from what he was used to, he missed his crew, he missed his ship, and he missed Nika. The skies called to him, but he ignored them. His life was simple now and he vowed to keep it that way, if only he had known how little he controlled he may have accepted that he wasn't meant to be stuck on one planet, but that is another story for another day.
Tatooine was his last stop since Nar Shaddaa and not by choice, nor any mistake, it was simply the only option he had and the easiest place for him to lay low, or so he thought.
Walking through the door at Louie's Tavern had become a regular thing for Adrien, or Jim rather, so when he walked though the door today he didn't expect much would be different than any other day. He brushed himself off and hung his worn out duster up at the door before walking to the bar and sitting down toward the end. He smiled and waved to a few of those he knew as he passed them and some after he sat down but then turned toward the bar keeping to himself once again, except a simple wave to the bartender to order his usual pint of ale and shot of whiskey.
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Aug 16, 2013 11:07:08 GMT -8
Louie had been in the back, on the grill cooking up several bantha burgers for the mid-day rush from the Space port. He took a curtsy look out of the small window that looked out into the main bar and the tavern beyond that. Seeing that things were pretty quiet still. As he was about to turn around the tavern door opened and a familiar silhouette in a duster entered from the mid-day suns.
"Ah..." Louie breathed with a smile, taking one last look at the burgers and figuring he could serve Jim before they got over cooked.
Louie made his way out and towards the bar, wiping the grease from his hands onto one of the bar-rags he always kept in his apron. "Hey, Jim." Louie said aloud, giving a wave to the man. It was an unusual thing for Louie to address anyone nicely, but all his patrons knew that he always gave special attention to those that came often and always paid their tabs. "Tha usual I presume?" Louie asked with a wink, as he took up a tankard from under the bar and put it under a tap. After filling the tankard to the brim with smooth Corellian ale and placing it in front of Jim, Louie sauntered down the bar. He craned his neck slightly looking over the numerous bottles lined up on the shelves that ran the length of the wall; from waist height to the ceiling. Louie finally grabbed a stout bottle and returned to Jim at the end of the bar.
"So..." Louie started, picking up a rock's glass on the way. "What brings ya in ta my tavern taday?" Louie smirked while uncorking the bottle and pouring a copious amount of wild honey colored liquid into the glass. "I mean 'ther than ta get your usual."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2013 21:59:41 GMT -8
Mirania had been on her guard ever since landing on Tatooine, and that didn't change when she entered the tavern. Coming to this desolate rock wouldn't have been her first choice, but that's where the transport had landed and she didn't have enough credits to take a transport off. Definitely not the best situation to be in, but she would find a way.
The Miraluka woman drew her cloak around her as she walked through the tavern towards the bar, aware of the reputation of Tatooine's bars and cantinas. She carried a blaster and had been trained to use it, but if possible, she wanted to avoid fighting. She was a healer by trade, after all, not a warrior and her skills with the Force were unsuited for combat of any nature.
She sat at the bar, noticing a man sitting at the other end of the bar. There was enough credits in her pocket for a drink at least, so it wasn't all bad. Taking a seat at the bar, Mirania noticed the bartender was speaking with the man sitting at the edge so she leaned forwards and waited for him to finish.
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Aug 22, 2013 12:09:14 GMT -8
Before Jim could answer, Louie saw a young woman come in and sit at the far side of the bar. Everyone seemed to watch the woman in a sense of wonder. It wasn't that women didn't frequent his Tavern, it was more the fact that they were usually women of the night, and not... Louie looked at the woman again; a Jedi? Louie thought seriously on when he last had a Jedi in his tavern, and came up blank. The last time had to have been Jay Ven and the rest of the New Force Alliance members. The old barkeeper's face became sullen for a moment, thinking on the dead. His hand came up unconsciously to his heart, covering it in a thoughtful manner of respect before looking again to the woman at the end of the bar.
"I'll be right back..." Louie said to Jim before heading towards the young lady.
"So, wha can I do ya fer?" Said the barkeep, his usual greeting to any newcomer to belly-up to his bar.
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Aug 22, 2013 15:32:03 GMT -8
Adrien, or Jim rather, like Louie and respected him. Louie had treated him good for as long as he had been coming here and that was something he appreciated more than he had ever expressed. Times had been hard for Adrien, his crew had been taken over by an evil clone, he had bounties on his head from some unknown employer, and he had little credits to his made up name, so for Louie to help him and treat him well was something that he had never expected.He smiled at Louie's question and took a gulp of his ale.He noticed another person sitting down out of the corner of his eye. He only assumed it was a woman because of the size of the figure and the fact that he hadn't actually looked at her directly.He simply nodded in response to Louie informing him he would be back and thn took another gulp of his ale and glanced down the bar to the woman offering a smile and nod toward the her as a greeting before looking back to his drink. Thinking a moment what he would have done a few years ago in the same situation he shook his head and then took his shot and turned the glass over setting it on the bar.
Now that he had gotten a look at her he knew that had seen her kind before a few times around the galaxy, or at least people like her that cover their eyes and see through the force, Miralukans they call them, they were all just magic men to him, or in this case a magic woman, but he had put his force prejudice behind him for the most part, he still didn't trust them or necessarily like them, but he still gave them a chance to choose to be on his good side or bad side before automatically placing them on his bad side. He was typically indifferent as to which side they chose.
In his brief glance at her he couldn't help but to notice her relatively tiny stature, her height wasn't nearly as noticeable as her small frame, she actually seemed fairly average in height for a woman, but was quite petite. She was certainly brave to venture around Tatooine alone.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 17:57:53 GMT -8
Mirania looked up as the bartender walked over and shrugged."Corellian ale."The Miraluka woman was not what you would call a heavy drinker by any means, not that a woman of her stature could handle as much alcohol as others, but if ever there was a time when she needed a drink, it was now. The twin suns of this planet made it hot as hell no matter where you were and Mos Eisley had a bad reputation, and it was getting to her.
She felt everyone's eyes on her as she entered and still could feel that some were staring, including the man sitting at the end of the bar, but looking at him, he didn't seem nearly as unfriendly as some of the others in the tavern. Of course, she had no intention of getting friendly with anyone in this place, lest she wake up in a Hutt's clutches or something terrible like that.
She rubbed her forehead wearily while she waited for her drink.
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Aug 23, 2013 17:02:26 GMT -8
"Sure..." Louie said to the woman, with an inquisitive look as he finally glimpsed her face slightly under the cowl of her hood. she was blind? No, a Miralukian... Like Tandassii. Most wore shrouds over their eyes because supposedly they didn't have any. Louie's face unknowingly contorted into a look of disgust, before turning to go to the tap. "One Corell'an ale comin' up." Yelled the barkeep as he hoisted a tankard to the spigot and let the amber effervescent liquid fill it. Before a drunkard could stumble to the can, Louie was back with the Jedi ladies drink; a nice frosty,frothy tankard of ale.
"I'll keepa tab open fer ya missy." Louie stated with a wink before heading down the bar towards Jim again.
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Aug 26, 2013 18:23:18 GMT -8
Across the bar a group of men started to whisper amongst themselves whilst staring at the Miralukan while Louie was serving her, this would have been clearly visible to Louie but behind Jim and the Miralukan and so out of their sight. The group was fairly diverse. A pair of twins, a body builder type, a Rodian, a Devoronian, a Klatooinian, and an overdressed older man that could only be assumed to be their leader.
The large, muscular man laughs as he takes a shot and struts toward the bar followed by the Rodian.He leans on the bar between the girl and Adrien, facing her with a smirk on his face as he looked the girl up and down. The Rodian stood on the opposite side, behind her. Well hey there darlin', what brings a pretty little thing like you into a place like this?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 9:44:15 GMT -8
Mirania slowly sipped her drink, nodding at the bartender as he moved towards the other man sitting at the bar when he said he'd open a tab for her. She wasn't likely to order more than this, just needing something to calm her nerves after the day she had.
Ever since she had entered the tavern, she had felt the eyes upon her, and now two men had gotten up and walked over to her, a well built human and a Rodian, and she wouldn't have needed Force Sight to know why they were now talking to her. She was beginning to feel very nervous now, but she tried not to let it show as she answered the man, hoping to make it clear to him that she wasn't interested."I needed a drink."Her tone was firm, but she wasn't able to fully mask her nervousness. A quick glance at the table from where these two had gotten up showed more of them, and she realized that she might be in serious trouble now...
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Aug 27, 2013 11:19:26 GMT -8
Louie was about half way down to Jim when he heard the man speak. He rolled his eyes and turned towards the voice, and was about to say something... until he saw the size of the guy. A scowl crossed Louie's face, as he knew that the woman was the catalyst to the situation at hand. It wasn't her fault of course, but it still was an inconvenience to Louie. With a huff, Louie leaned up against the bar and started to wipe it down with his right hand, making it seem like he wasn't paying any attention at all.
The whole time his left hand had gone underneath to grasp the hilt of a modified E-11 blaster rifle. It gave Louie a chirp as it recognized his hand's DNA signature; meaning it was armed. It was only one of many blasters and little tricks that Louie had around his establishment. He knew this group must be new, because anyone in their right mind knew that the stocky little bartender didn't take any shtocko, especially on his own turf.
Louie made several more mock cleaning passes before looking up towards the two men and the young woman. "I'd sug'est ya jus order a drink en sit yer arses down..." Louie pointed to the woman. "She ain't yer type anyways... ya seem more of'a Bantha luver than anyting else."
Some of Louie's patrons moved from the bar, taking their drinks towards the back of the tavern, others just plain up and left. Most just sat and stared at the two men, their morbid fascination with what would transpire next overriding their better judgement, or maybe it was just the boozes holding them in place?
"So..." Louie said with a toothy smile. "What'll it be, gents?"
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Aug 28, 2013 19:48:54 GMT -8
The man scoffed with a grin and looked to the bartender. Some privacy, thanks. He turns back to the woman as he looks her up and down. Hows about you come back to our table and we'll buy you all the drinks you need.
He spouts something off in his native tongue.
He chuckles at the comment at the comment and then runs his finger along the girl's arm suggestively. We'll make it worth your while.
What the big guy didn't know was that Adrien understood Rodian, having a Rodian on his own crew and all it was a language he had picked up along the way and he didn't like what the Rodian had said at all. It was vulgar and something even Adrien wouldn't repeat in basic. It wasn't lost to Adrien that when Louie had reached under the bar the faint, but distint sound of the DNA identifier was heard.He takes a sip of his ale and keeps looking forward. Your bug-eyed friend should learn to watch his mouth, friend. Adrien's tone was even as he spoke, obviously he wasn't afraid of the man regardless of his size.He took another sip of his ale and spoke again It's offensive.
The man turned around and looked at Adrien then gritted his teeth before taking a deep breath to let off some steam, he was obviously angered by Adrien outing the Rodian. Why don't you mind your own business, friend, before you get yourself hurt. Nobody was talkin' to you.
Adrien nodded and took a sip of his ale while his other hand curled the shot glass into his palm and turned his head to look at the man. You're right, it's probably not my business. But my friend here asked you to leave the girl alone and order a drink. Now why don't you boys move along like my friend told you, and there won't be any trouble. Adrien turned forward once more and took another sip of his ale.
It was more than a little obvious now that the man was irritated. That's it. He turned and took two steps toward Adrien looking like he was ready for a fight.
Don't do it. I wouldn't...Warned twice, once for each step. Adrien still sat looking forward. It wasn't until the man took his last step and reached to grab Adrien, placing his hand firmly around the back of his tricep, that Adrien acted.Adrien smashed the shot glass on the bar as he was pulled up and planted it deep into the left side of the man's forehead as his other hand reached down and grabbed the man's blaster from his belt.If you had blinked you would have missed it.
Began to draw his blaster but only got it half way out of the holster before Adrien put one square between his eyes.
It happened so fast that both men hit the ground almost exactly at the same time. Not much could be noted about Adrien's expression except that there wasn't much of one, no anger, or fear, no excitement, no shock at what he had just done, there was almost nothing, but the look of an experienced killer.
The rest of the group stood quickly with weapons drawn, except for the leader of course, he instead watched the events unfold around him. Adrien's newly acquired blaster had turned almost immediately to meet them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 21:12:22 GMT -8
Mirania could feel the man's gaze traveling up and down her body, causing a shiver to run through her, and she shook her head. No way she was going anywhere near that group, and she was considering paying the bartender for the drink and getting out.
She replied, trying to keep her voice from shaking."N-no I'm f-fine, really I..."Her voice cut off when the man she had seen sitting at the bar spoke up to the Rodian. He told them off, they replied, and she watched anxiously as they grew increasingly hostile.
Mirania's hand went to her blaster, but before she could draw, it, both the Rodian and the well built gentleman were on the floor, and the man was standing over them, blaster in hand. Of course, the response from the group at the table was just as quick, as now they had their blasters pointed at the man, who in turn pointed his at them. It was a standoff, though the man was outnumbered. The Miraluka woman didn't dare move from her seat, and though her hand was on her blaster, she didn't dare to draw it, lest the group's weapons be turned on her.
She could see the group sitting at the table, and she could see that one of the men didn't have his blaster drawn, but was sitting back and watching. She immediately didn't like the look of him, and now was really hoping to get out of here before things got any worse, and yet she couldn't move from her seat...
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Aug 29, 2013 12:25:32 GMT -8
Louie just gave the large man a grin at the insult, as he slowly withdraw the E-11 from it's undercarriaged holster.
"Your funeral..." Louie mumbled under his breath to the two men, just before the Rodian spoke. Louie just shook his head in response, and was inwardly thankful the woman didn't seem to understand Rodian.
Louie turned to Jim, with a look in his eyes, if to say: What the FUG are you doing? Jim obviously understood what the green bastard had said, but he was now provoking the two nit-wits. There was a conflict of interests within the grumpy barkeep. On one hand he liked Jim's style, yet on the other he didn't want to lose such a good paying customer to a blaster bolt to the face.
"Jim..." Louie said out of the side of his mouth, keeping his hand on the hilt of his E-11, and his eyes on the men as they shifted their attention to him. Louie knew what Jim was doing and it was admirable, but he wrestled with drawing his blaster, or letting Jim's hair-brained scheme go through and possibly get him killed.
It didn't matter. Jim had already dispatched both men with the ease of a practiced killer, in the time it took for Louie to think his conflict through. The callous look on Jim's face sent a shiver up the bartender's spine, thinking on how he had thought Jim to be a down-on-his-luck smuggler. Obviously he had been wrong, sorely wrong.
"Aw, Fug!" Louie yelled as he saw the remainder of the men's crew react to their fellows being taken care of. They were fast, but Louie was marginally faster, hoisting the E-11 up and leveling a barrage of bolts into the immediate direction of the table. Louie was no marksmen, but that didn't really matter in such close quarters.
One of the two twins - who had been sitting on the closest end of the table - took several bolts to the face and chest. Instantly causing the man's body to slacken and slump onto his brother; probably saving his life for the moment. The Devoronian managed to get off a couple shots before taking two bolts to his shooting arm and another to his lower abdomen; causing him to fall to the floor in pain. The Klatooinian dove away from the initial spray, but was caught in the right leg by a lucky stray shot, causing the thing to stumble slight; while it trained it's slug-thrower towards Jim and Lou. It barked out a curse, emptying his slug-thrower into the bar. Out of all the large man's constituents, the well-dressed man remained seated and miraculously unscathed by any of Louie's shots.
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Aug 30, 2013 18:20:59 GMT -8
As Adrien stared down the barrel of the blaster time slowed to a crawl, nearly halting altogether, allowing him the opportunity to fully access the situation. He saw the men start to draw their blasters, he counted each gun that entered the fight. Twins, two- no three blasters, the Devoronian had a blaster rifle, slow to draw, low priority, the Klatooinian melee weapon, last priority.
Shots rang out from behind the bar, one twin eliminated pinning the other, easy target, the Devoronian was down but alive, his wounds taking him out of the fight, the Klatooinian dove to the ground in the proximity of a slug-thrower. Top priority.
Adrien rolled under Louie's shots and wrapped his arm around the girl's waist as he came up then spun around so his back was to the fight shielding the girl as he hurried to get her to the cover of the bar. All the while shots rang out from the Klatooinian's newly acquired slug thrower.Out of the corner of his eye Adrien couldn't help but notice the well dressed man just sitting watching the show and sipping away at his drink, chuckling in amusement as his comrades fell one by one. It gave Adrien an uneasy feeling, this one would be trouble if he stepped into the fight.Adrien pushed the girl down below the bar one of the shots grazed his shoulder.He didn't scream out in pain, he didn't fall, in truth he barely felt it.He raised his blaster and fired once hitting the creature in the cheek, it wasn't a killing blow but it would stop the shooting.
Silence fell, save for the moans and groans of the wounded. Looking around Adrien couldn't help but to feel as though he should have handled the situation differently, in hindsight he knew he probably should have corrected the large man instead of killing him and the Rodian, but what was done was done.
From the silence a sound grew, distinct and unexpected, a clap, and then another, and another, picking up pace with the amused chuckling coming from the seated man. And finally a definitive clap to end the series and his chuckling as he looked up and over at Adrien and Louie. Well done. Well done. He stood slowly reached down to the seat and grabbed his had, a wide brimmed bucket, black to match his outfit. He stepped over the dying Devoronian looking down and shaking his head in obvious disappointment. Well done gentlemen. He looked around at the carnage before looking back at the two men behind the bar. Now if you'll allow me a pardon, and accept my sincerest apologies, I'll collect my men who are still breathing and we'll be on our way. He grinned innocently with hat in hand.His voice gave no hints of sorrow for his fallen, nor fear of death, it was as though he were having a regular conversation as though nothing had just happened.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2013 21:22:24 GMT -8
Mirania yelped with fright when the shots rang out through the bar and she instinctively ducked, and she didn't even have time to draw her own blaster before the man had grabbed her and taken her behind the bar, where she would be relatively safe from all the blaster fire. Crouching down, she observed the carnage going on in front of the bar, her natural Force Sight able to see right through the solid surfaces. The man made short work of the gang, and the actual fight was over relatively quickly, but the damage had been done, and several of them were dead.
Mirania was no stranger to death, having seen people die in front of her before. Usually it was because they were beyond her help at that point, and as a healer, sometimes you couldn't heal everyone in time. This was different. Rarely had she seen people actually getting gunned down like this, to see their presences in the Force just black out as they were hit.
And then there was the man who appeared to be their leader, who didn't seem fazed at all. Focusing her vision on him for just a moment, she was shocked to see nothing resembling any pity or remorse, and hearing him speak only cemented the notion that he was very dangerous.
She took a deep, shuddering breath, attempting to pull herself together as they started to leave the tavern. Already, she hated this place, and wished that she had gotten on a different transport. Coming to Tatooine had been a big mistake...
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Aug 30, 2013 22:55:40 GMT -8
Louie was about to bring his E-11 around for another pass, but two of the Klatooinian's slugs hit him. One center-mass, right at the solar plexus. The other was a ricochet off the bar that grazed his left shoulder. The barkeep let out a yelp as the slugs hit him, spinning the portly man around and down underneath the bar. Louie never saw what Jim did - saving the girl and all - he was too busy cursing at the hammer-blow pains in his chest.
Working in a bar was always a challenge, but working in a bar on a planet such as Tatooine was regarded as only for the insane. Basically you were signing your own death warrant the moment you opened those doors for business. If you were smart you died, if you were street-smart you survived... just a little longer. If you weren't getting robbed, you were getting beaten. If you weren't getting beaten, you were probably already dead, and being robbed. Louie raised his left hand, and a sharp spike of pain made him wince. He looked at the wound on his shoulder and grimaced; just a flesh wound, but why did they hurt so bad? They were the absolute worst. "Anythin' but ta flesh wound..." Louie groaned as he hefted himself up slowly, disregarding the blaster on the bar floor to use both of his hands to pull his bulk upright.
He coughed uncontrollably as he got to his feet. The pressure in his chest intensifying as he straightened himself up to his full height. Louie turned around to see that Jim and the woman had safely found their ways behind the bar. It was a minor relief, knowing that they were both alive, and knowing they'd be able to pay their tabs. Louie huffed and settled back against the shelving behind him, taking off his apron and ripping open his stained shirt. "Well, glad I kept ya 'round..." He said to the beskar plate with a smile. It had held... barely. The slug had fractured the plate where it made contact, splintering the supposed Mandalorian iron into a maze of cracks; like the expanding web of a spider. "Though I 'now that ain't 'posed ta happin'... fugging little guttersnipe, Staed." Louie said as he pulled the spent slug from the crater in the plate, bits and pieces of the supposed beskar breaking off in large chunks. It had saved his life for sure. Though he'd been unable to get the bar's repulse-shield up with both his hands occupied, and from now on the barkeep would remember this lesson.
"Ya both Ok?" Louie managed to ask Jim and the Jedi woman before the well dressed man got to his feet, and approached the three. The remaining patrons of the tavern were all huddled towards the back and sides of the furthest walls anxiously looking on.
"Yer fugging kiddin' me, right?" Louie said to the man, with a scoff, as he leaned off the shelving and onto the bar. "Ya come inta my bar en start trouble with yer monkey-lizard-fer-brain goons, tryin' ta ruff up on'na my cust'mers... an ya want me ta jus' let ya walk?" Louie leaned hard on the bar and pointed a pudgy finger at the man accusingly. "I say ya owe me fer some drinks, a new tabl' , en some ren'vations ta my bar... an' that ain't gunna come cheap fella, not by'a longshot." Louie counted on his fingers before looking to Jim with a smirked. "Wha do'ya think 'bout that pro'osal 'ere, Jim?"
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Post by Samson "Reaper" Ordo on Sept 2, 2013 10:31:07 GMT -8
"I could tell..." Was all Louie said as he grinned back at Samson, quickly pocketing the cred-chip into his apron. "Simple." Louie said with a smirk, while rummaging around in his apron again. Just before pulling out what looked to be an old drink coaster. "With one'na these..." Louie held, between his pudgy dank fingers a coaster. One which looked like it hadn't seen the light of the twin suns in years. The visible wet-stained rings only made the fact that Samson could ascertain what it was worse, because it was so damn dim where they sat. Louie placed the coaster on the table and slid it over towards the Mercenary like it were a credit chip.
"Don' be thinkin' it'sa what it looks like." Louie got up fomr the table, leaving the bottle to Samson. "Feed it inta yer navi-com system... I swear it won't fug anyhting up." Louie gave Samson a wink and laughed, before returning to the bar.
As he made his way through the battered brown metal door that shielded the patrons from the merciless suns, he left the shelter that shadow provided. The musky dark was ripped away unceremoniously by the blazing heat of a Mos Eisley afternoon. He rounded a corner which led him into a crooked dead end alley. The only thing in the alley was a dumpster and the rusting parts of what Samson could only presume to have once been a droid. He stood at the mouth of the alley for a few seconds, scoping his sides and behind him before calling out in his grizzled voice, which was amplified by his helmet's speakers."You can come out now..."
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Adrien Draykon
Retired High Councilor
The Smuggler King
Posts: 720
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Sept 7, 2013 11:21:36 GMT -8
As he saw what was about to happen, a quick ganging up on him about fees owed for damages and tab, the man stepped up allowing "Jim" only a nod in response. With all due respect, it was your man here that drew first blood. A small, barely noticeable smirk formed. And it was you who shot up this place. We merely acted in self defense. He kicked over one of the bodies of his employees and knelt down, reached in his pocket and took his credit chip, then tossed it on the bar. But since you will obviously see things another way take that credit chip should cover all of your expenses. He turned and started to walk toward the exit placing his hat on his head as he did so. Now if you'll excuse me, I have funeral arrangements to attend to, someone will be along shortly to collect the bodies. He ordered what remained of his men to exit the bar, which was remaining twin and the Klatooian, both checked the Devoronian deciding that he would bleed out before he made it to wherever they were going and left him despite his pleas to not leave him. As they all made it out the door the man turned and tipped his hat toward the group behind the bar. Gentlemen, ma'am, be seeing you. He turned and walked out the door and into the streets.
Adrien simply stared as the man walked away, he did keep his blaster ready in case there was another fight, but the remainder of the group left without incident. He didn't like the ominous final words of the man as he walked out the door. It made him feel uncomfortable to say the least.He lowered his weapon and walked toward the door, peering out to see if the men had really left or if they were waiting outside. It appeared that they had left entirely, but Adrien wanted some answers. They're gone Lou, now let's get some answers. He walked over to the Devoronian who was still wallowing in pain on the floor and started to pick him up. Come on buddy, get up. He grunted a little as he tried to encourage the thing to get up, and once it was up Adrien put him in a chair. Now, I've got a few questions, you answer them right we get you some treatment, you answer them wrong we let you bleed out. Deal?
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Louie Ghernis
Member
Posts: 74
Affiliation: Credits... and the people that give them to him.
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Sept 7, 2013 20:41:02 GMT -8
Louie listened to the well dressed man with a spiteful glare. Obviously this man was a hot shot somewhere, or to someone, but to the old barkeep he was just an arrogant punk. All the swagger in the world couldn't get rid of the stench of superiority this guy was exuding. Not even Jud was this bad, and he WAS superior to most people. Louie bit his tongue just long enough for the man to flick a cred chip at him, gather his remaining men and leave with ominous words.
Louie pocketed the credit without taking his eyes off of the Tavern door, as Jim gingerly made sure that they had actually left. Louie turned to the woman still behind the bar with him. "Yer drinks on me kid..." Louie looked back at the bar then to the woman again. "I'd sug'est ya stay here fer the time bein'. Maybe leave when Jim leaves."
Louie turned around to see Jim haul the Devoronian up from the floor and onto a seat. He wanted information, and Louie was inclined to agree with Jim's methods. Before going over to watch the proceedings, Louie opened a cabinet and took our a field medic's case. The case was easily the size of a small child and weighed as much if not more. With great effort, Louie hefted the case with his one good arm and waddled over to the two men. Louie gave Jim a nod and stuck his thumb to the cases unlocking I.D. tab. The case opened with a hiss to reveal all manner of medical equipment for battle field wounds.
Louies face turned to the Devoronian. "Here's tha pruf that we'll patch ya up, but only if yah tell him everythin' he askes ya."
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