A Day at the Cantina

[The Ghost]

He was trying to get a little bit of down time. Or at least that's what he told the rest of the crew. Part of it was true though, he did want to stretch his legs and it not be on the ship. As he normally did, Ghost made it a point to sit in some secluded area of the cantina. Usually he didn't want to draw attention to himself, but in establishments such as this, sitting so far out and away from the crowd usually meant business was being discussed and, or shady deals being made.

This one time Orrin didn't have his helmet on. Instead he was attempting to blend in a bit and only had his hood drawn up as he took a small sip from a highly watered down alcoholic beverage. One never knew when trouble may come knocking, so it was always best to try and stay alert. Well as alert as one could be while a mass of information was scrolling through the HUD from his cybernetic right eye. The problem he often faced with that, was while reading his left eye would move according to what he was reading. Giving an obvious indication of what he was doing. A fact that he more often than not, completely let slip from his mind.

Another small sip was taken while sifting through notes and gathered information while waiting for the other members of the Phantom to show up to the cantina. When they decided to show up he'd discuss a few things with them and see whether or not he should even make it a point to go ahead with this new idea he had hatched, or if he should just leave it alone and continue to go about doing things the same way he, and they, had been doing them. Until then, he'd continue sifting through id numbers for droid models and parts, as well as affordable and available weapons technology while nursing his drink.

 

[The Guardian]

((Dude. Why didn't you just text me? You're lucky I popped back up to see your pm):

And enter Solen. Since D' Orrin wasn't sporting his helmet this time around it meant that he wasn't expecting any sort of trouble. But Kallen was willing to bet that Orrin still had his armor on aside from the weapons he was carrying. Orrin covered his armor up with a bit of normal clothing, but Kallen did not feel the same about covering his armor up. Though he wasn't sporting a helmet, Kallen's armor was largely black in color, save for the chest plating that he kept a deep red.

His own weapons remained on him as he strolled into the cantina and after a bit of looking found Ghost sitting off and out of the way from everyone else. A slow and sad shake of his head was taken before he'd walk up on his cousin and sit himself down like a boss. Plopping down in his seat and placing his feet up on the table, folding them right over left and hanging his arm over his chair.

"You're doing it again. That thing you do when you're doing that cyborg reading thing. You mind telling me what you have going on in that dumbass smartass brain of yours?"

 

[The Ghost]

"Smartass, dumbass? Does that even qualify as a sentence? And I'm just doing a bit of research. I think this attack hit closer to home than I wanted to admit. First Jathe, and then the Empire. I was thinking of looking for a bit of payback, but that would require a lot more than even I alone am capable of. While I was in the palace I said I was only there for any good parts, but honestly I wanted to try and help as much as possible. The only thing is, I didn't feel as though I was much help. I took down a few troopers, but that really isn't saying much. But one thing I immediately took notice of was a female force user that had a compliment of thirty soldiers with her. And we all saw the bombing and bombardment of Theed. I already started looking at a few weapons designs. And armoring. The problem is manpower. Most people are really only worried about money. So the point of hiring mercs does come to mind. But so does building a suitable force. There's only six of us right now, but the six of us accompanied by a five droid unit, each? We can do some damage. Not much, but something. Maybe enough to make a dent. I asked you guys here because I wanted to know if you were in or not."

 

[Mystic Warrior]

"That's... A lot to take in. I have my own issues with people, but to trust our fates to machines? Obviously I'm aware that Raven is a machine, but she's earned a lot in the way of respect, friendship and loyalty with me."

Tihlanna said as she drew closer to the table her cousin and brother had occupied. Though unlike her male counterparts, she didn't bring her armor. Instead she took a page from D' Orrin's book and dressed plainly in a pair of black boots with the tops overlapped by a pair of loose fitting black denim like pants and a white long sleeved and hooded tunic. Her only weapon was a Hiraku heavy blaster pistol as the melee weapon she normally used, het custom Wan-Shen, was a bit too bulky for this in her eyes. As she sat down she crossed her hands right over left before glancing back and forth between the two.

"If that's the case, and you really feel so strongly about all of this, then why don't we just join with the Jedi, or the Rebellion? Both oppose the Empire openly, and we'd have more people to align with and have our backs. Or, we can take them down from the inside. Join the Sith and start a point of sabotaging things. Those all sound better by a great degree than this one man war you want to wage. And personally it makes me wonder what this is really about. I understand the whole Jathe thing, but right after, you left. You turned your back on the entire planet. Now you want to strike a blow for Naboo?"

 

[The Ghost]

"You are aware that I'm part machine, correct? And even in that, if one machine can gain your trust, why couldn't another?"

D' Orrin said as he was still reading a few things within his HUD. A few moments later his left eye suddenly stopped moving and both eyes seemed to give off a rather intense gaze towards Tihlanna.

"Sith, just like Jedi, can read minds. So you'd have to constantly be on guard mentally. Honestly I don't think any of us has that kind of mental discipline. So sabotage from within, is out. And just incase you haven't noticed, I use the Dark Side. They wouldn't take me anyway. Not that I'd actually go. More often than not I've witnessed Jedi being completely elitist in their endeavors. As far as the Rebellion goes, how does the Empire cross systems and attack the planet and they don't know about it? Even with all of that aside, if I'm correct, then no one's finding them. If they are being funded then that just makes things worse, because between the Jedi and Rebellion, the Empire shouldn't have been able to just waltz up to the planet do what they wanted. Does that really sound like the kind of group you wanna join up with? Because it doesn't to me. By the way, I have some new weapons for both you and Whisper, Luna. I'll explain the Singing Swords to Whisper when she gets here, but yours is simple. It's really just a pair of swords with emitter lights going up the center of the blades. But. One of the basic rules of engagement. Can't see, can't fight. Now that I've told you my reasons for not wanting to join any of the previously mentioned organizations, can we move along?"

 

[The Guardian]

"Cous..... Brother. I hear what you're saying all too clearly. But there are six of us, even with a compliment of five droids per one of us, that only leaves us with thirty six as a force. Six squadrons aren't enough to put so much as a dent in the effects of the Empire. Especially considering the fact that we all live on the Phantom. Small strikes here and there, but nothing that can't be undone with a bit of time. We'd need a larger force if we're going to do some serious damage. My question now becomes, how is it that you really plan to make this little idea of yours come to fruition? The only reason I ask is because I know that you always have a plan. You've never done anything without one. Don't get me wrong, I share a lot of the same concerns as my sister, but I am willing to listen to a plan before I make my decision."

 

[Mystic Warrior]

"A pretty new sword isn't going to make me say yes, Orrin. There are a great number of concerns still at hand to speak of. A fancy blade isn't going to just sweep them away. It's still a suicide mission. If you want to get yourself killed, than by all means go and do it. But don't drag us along with you. The Seperatists thought they could win a war against the Jedi with an army of droids. We all remember what happened to them, right?"

Tihlanna stated before she'd fold her arms up in front of her chest. A serious and stern expression had solidified itself on her face as a further point to illustrate how incredibly frustrated, no. Not frustrated, how angry she was about the issue that had been brought up. Normally she would have tried to change the subject, but she knew her cousin. This was, in her mind, the true reason that he invited the crew to the Cantina, but she was trying to figure out why, when he could have done so on the ship. Tihlanna's brow furrowed as she tried to connect the dots in her head. Then all of a sudden her eyes went wide.

"You're already recruiting for this. That's why we're here. Chances are you already have a meeting set up. So what are we supposed to be? The intimidating muscle behind you?"