Just Drifting

[Raydo]

Station in Orbit above Nar Shadaa
2200 Hours
Open to anyone and everyone! Come on in and take a seat! (If you sit in a corner the sheer "clicheness" will auto kill your character though)​

Trip sat at the crowded bar in one of the space stations that orbited the planet. He had arrived with his cargo earlier in the day. He was actually a day early this time and received a nice bonus because of it. It was nice to have the night off while he waited to pick up his next load of cargo in two days, but he was already ready to get moving again.

Trip had never been one to stay still long. There was nothing worth sticking around for. His mother and father were both dead. He had no one. Sure, he had meant women along the way, seemed even seemed okay, but in the end, they all had left too. A Smuggler/Merchant's life was never always easy. There were great times and there were desperate times. He hadn't found someone that cared enough to stick around during those desperate times.

He pushed back from the bar. He had drank too much. He always got like this when he drank to much. He exhaled sharply as he turned around on his bar stool and looked out over the crowd. He had been here before several times when he passed by Nar Shadda. It was a bit more expensive than some of the joints planet side, but everything always felt so dirty down on the planet. This place wasn't any cleaner or safer really, but it made Trip feel more at east so he kept coming back.

A particularly attractive woman walked by him and smiled as she passed. He gave a half smile in return before she moved on. This was the third time she had walked by. Was she that desperate for someone to by her drinks? Trip wanted to leave, but couldn't bring himself to get up. For now, he relaxed back against the bar as band began playing on the small stage that bar had built.

 

[Agent Kronos]

Atar Sol Sinan made his way to one of the seats in the middle of the bar. One of the few empty ones, he should say. The filthy bar was crowded with even filthier people, all of whom were there to drink away their sorrows or conduct some form of unsavory business. He picked out the middle of the bar so that, due to his tall, lithe physique, he might avoid the attention someone of his height might bring. He quickly put his drink order into the small kiosk before him and it was nearly instantly brought out by an overly friendly droid, one of the rare models of server droids that were modeled after cliche human diner waitresses. While he sat there, bringing the small glass to his lips and drinking the sweet, acidic liquor, he activated his personal computer, bringing up the file he'd been sent by his contact, Miles Pag. He was to arrange transport for himself to one of the space stations above Nar Shadaa. 'Done' he thought to himself, moving onto the next item on the list. Miles sent Atar here to make a new contact, a referral, if you will. The image in the file matches one of the patrons at the bar.

The man in question was currently sitting at the bar in a way that suggested that he was done drinking, at least for the moment. He also seemed to be avoiding the affections of a woman as she walked past him. Atar quickly turned the holodisplay off and made his way to the other side of the bar to introduce himself to his would-be contact. Atar sits down next to the man and orders himself another drink, with the same sweet, acidic taste. "You here for business or pleasure, friend?"

 

[Vica Veszk]

Without a doubt, Vica Veszk was the galaxy's most wanted - and perhaps most dangerous - woman.

If the Imperial bounty on her head wasn't damning enough, a recent run-in with the corpulent scum of the Vesajilic Clan had certainly upped her infamy quotient as far as Hutt Space was concerned. It was her status as one of Addipos' most favored servants that kept her safe, along with her considerable skills as a former Sith and, of course, the various allies who were all daft enough to stand by her side. Some of them, specifically the NSC guards present throughout the station, did it less out of personal obligation and more because it was their literal job. Others, like her cohorts in the Rebellion, were just plain stupid. Still, she wasn't in any position to complain: when everyone in the galaxy was out for her head, it was nice to know there were a few people, crazy as they were, that she could rely on.

But standing behind the bar, juggling various bottles of alcohol and the orders of the unwashed masses who simply wanted to drink their sorrows away, none of that mattered. It was incredible what a face full of make-up, an auburn wig, and a push-up bra could accomplish: while some of the patrons gave her a second glance, most seemed content to simply ignore her presence, blind to the local celebrity - for lack of a better term - blowing off steam right under their noses. Flaming the peel of an orange with a snap of her fingers to the delight of a pair of especially drunk young women, Vica turned her attention to the man with the computer for a moment before her attention drifted elsewhere.

It was a busy night, and the last thing she wanted to do was fall behind - or let someone with less than favorable intentions get the drop on her.

 

[Raydo]

Trip let his mind drift as he causally watched the comers and goers of the bar. Until, we was approached by a Kaminoan who sat down next to him. It took Trip an extra second to realize the creature was even talking to him. He wasn't sure he had even seen a Kaminoan in person, and certainly never thought he would see one here, of all places.

"I am not counting out either just yet, but I'll be honest, I don't think you're my type, friend." he said chucking to himself taking the last swig of his drink. When had he started drinking again? He really should stop, but he honestly couldn't scrounge up enough energy to really care.

He turned around to find one of the large flat screens on the wall flash an Imperial news report on some supposed terrorist. Vica...something..She had apparently pissed off the wrong people, several times. They were offering a significant amount of money for any information leading to her capture. He turned to his "drinking companion" and chuckled again, nodding to large screen "And that's why you don't make women mad. They are crazy, every last one of them." he stopped as one of the bartenders made their way back towards the two. She was quite the looker the too, but Trip had made the mistake every man made atleast once in their lifetime, a bartender had a way of leading you on just enough until they sucked your credits dryer than deserts of Tatooine. Trip waited until he caught her glance "Could I get another Tevraki Whiskey, my dear." he said winking at the woman before she moved on again. "Anyways, women!" he said continuing with his rant "..you mistake them for their twin sister ONE TIME, and they will steal your ship and try and sell it to the nearest junker." he looked ahead as the drink was set down in front of him.

He took a drink, letting the liquid fill him with that familiar warm sensation. He mumbled to himself "I miss that girl.." he said with a reminiscent grin "...and her sister."

 

[Agent Kronos]

Atar was confused by the mans response. He had no idea what this "type" was, that he spoke of. He did notice that the man had begun drinking again though. He could see why the man had not decided on whether he was at the station for business or pleasure, the alcohol may have been muddling his mind. Atar decided to play along with what the man was saying though, just to be friendly, "Yes, women can be downright crazy. You lost your ship to one, you said?"

Atar had also seen the footage on the Imperial news report, though he didn't think much of it. He wasn't much of a bounty hunter anyways, wasn't really his thing. Well, until he noticed that the picture on the screen looked an awful lot like their bartender. Most everyone else at the bar may have been fooled by the makeup and wig, but not Atar. Kaminoan eyes see in several light spectrum's, from normal visible light to ultraviolet and infrared light frequencies. So while she may have appeared completely different to everyone else, she bore several similarities to the image shown on the screen. When she brought his "drinking companion" something to drink again, Atar caught her attention and asked, "Do you really think you should be here right now? Seems a bit risky."

 

[Andrena Adakarr]

Nar Shaddaa, yay!

Andrena hated Nar Shaddaa. Between the fat slug overlords, the general filth, the terrible people, the mind boggling poverty, the outrageous prices, and the ultra sexist drunks, it wasn't exactly her favorite place to be.

But it was also the only place you could get...certain items that didn't enjoy being in state of continued stability.

And information, which was important.

Not as much fun as explosives, but still important.

It was for the latter that she was in the bar, supposed to be meet some contact or another who had information on Yag'Dhul, and more importantly what may or may not be stationed there by a certain other party that had a history of genocide. Not that anyone was doing anything on Ya'Duhl, but the disposition would be important for CHAIN LIGHTNING. A stupid name in her opinion, but then again she could hardly expect someone who called themselves Rainbow Leader to have good taste in such things. The Dauntless was already at Manaan getting some minor modifications that would aid in the endeavor. All they needed were a few more guns, a few good scoundrels, and some information, and they'd be good to go.

The only problem being that Andrena had no idea who it was she supposed to meet to get said information. Only that they'd be in the bar...somewhere. Looking around the place she didn't see anyone holding up a big sign that said REBEL INFORMANT, so she sighed and headed for the bar proper. Taking a seat not far from a Kaminoan, and a fool, she ordered a glass of Space!Whiskey, straight.

Wearing the usual really cool red jacket and the usual, she had no doubt that her contact would able to identify her. Assuming of course that the "Rainbow Leader" had told them. Andrena didn't have a lot of faith in the sanity of someone who called themselves "Rainbow Leader" and if it turned out that this was all for nothing she was going to be more than a little pissed.

Nar Shaddaa was a kriffing dump, and she doubted the bartender was skilled enough or had access to good enough Space!Whiskey to make up for it being a dump.

 

[Trip Shaw]

Trip may have been drunk, but he wasn't that drunk to realize the Kaminoan was patronizing him in his response. "What? No? My ship is fine. My point is....women are crazy. " he said with only a slightly agitated tone. No one appreciated a good story out in these parts.

The Kaminoan then made a rather strange comment to the bartender as she came back. "Hey now! Don't be weird." he said nodding at the bartender "This is the best one this place has seen in years." he said remembering the service he received the previous time he had come here.

He noticed the young Arkanian woman sit down near them. Trip wouldn't have given her a second glance, but her white eyes unnerved him a bit at first. She didn't really look like she belonged here, thought the same thing could be said about his Kaminoan friend. She looked like she was looking for something, but it was Nar Shaddaa, everyone was looking for something. He realized he had been staring at her for several seconds when she turned and made eye contact. He quickly turned back towards the Kaminoan.

"So, you mentioned work? You looking for something in particular? The names Trip Shaw. I can get you or your cargo from here to just about anywhere faster than just about anyone." he said taking another sip of his drink. It would make since that the Kaminoan was here looking for someone for a job. It was never to early to begin looking for that next job.

 

[Agent Kronos]

Atar was never more confused with humans than he was when they discussed relationships. He understood friendships and business partnerships, but move into the realm of romantic relationships and he was completely at a loss. But yes, on to the business at hand. "Yes, Trip. My name is Atar One of my contacts at the Tatooine Space Station referred me to you. I'm looking for some paying work, of whatever sort might be available."

Atar noticed the restless Arkanian woman who was seated not to far from himself and his new friend Trip. She was definitely looking for something, though he didn't know what. Perhaps she was looking for some work, herself. No matter, that was not his objective.

 

[Andrena Adakarr]

Andrena didn't know if the man was stupid, or too drunk to notice that the bartender was a woman. Either way, this being Nar Shaddaa, she was willing to bet that his next drink would be poisoned if he wasn't more careful. At best it would be spiked, and he'd wake up in a back alley in an embarrassing enough situation as a remind that making such remarks was crazy-insane. She caught him staring at her briefly, but shrugged it off. A pale, creepy guy staring at you from across the bar just meant you were drinking on Nar Shaddaa.

Could he have been the contact in question? She doubted it. He had a look about him that said "hold my head to your ear and you will hear the ocean" and not much more than that aside from some pretty sexist comments.

The Kaminoan...that was a bit more of a toss up. It was hard to read, but he seemed more down to business. Not the kind of person who was going to be handing out information so useful you could magically blow up a Sith complex in the Core with it.

She was starting to wonder if she was even in the right bar as she got her drink. Bars were pretty common on a place like Nar Shaddaa, to the point that one had to wonder how any of them were profitable given the over saturated market. But hey the Space!Whiskey wasn't back, and she knocked the glass down in nothing flat. It might not have been bad, but it definitely wasn't sipping whiskey either. More like the kind that made your throat feel on fire, but in the good way, not in the "holy hell, did I just drink kerosene?" kind of way.

"If you're looking for work, I know some fella's who will pay quick well and have you doing more than being a glorified cargo handler," Andrena said to the Kaminoan, having overheard the little snippets of conversation. If she was going to waste her time in a bar, she might as well waste it trying to do something for the Rebellion. Anything to add to the number that weren't Mandalorian or ex-GA, or Imperial Knights, or Jedi with mental issues. And she could say the thing about paying well with a straight face these days. Kolto was a helluva a drug, and it's value was going to boost the Rebel coffers beyond what they already were.

 

[Agent Kronos]

Atar began to observe the Arkanian woman a bit more closely after her offer. She seemed... innocent wasn't the word he was looking for, more like, not likely to be out to stab him in the back... maybe sincere was the appropriate word. Whatever her offer was, she was pretty intent on watching the crowd. She was definitely here to meet someone, though it seemed she didn't know exactly who, or even what they looked like. Atar had come here for the same reasons, just about, but he at least had an image to work off of.

He had to seriously consider her offer. He was certainly looking for work, as he was always in need of a new source of income, however, he had no way of knowing the woman's intentions. No harm in gathering some info on the work available, though. "What kind of work are we talking? I don't intend to babysit cargo. I'm a tech specialist, I'm good with electronics and computers, mainly. Need access to a computer and I can slice it. Need a specialized program for a starship computer, or some re-wiring done, I can get it done."

He didn't intend to sound so boastful, but he had to outline his skills so that he could be sure that whatever work the woman had in mind would fit his skill set.

 

[Raydo]

Trip was put a bit on edge when the Kaminoan said he had been sent here to make contact with him. No one knew where Trip went, that is how he liked, made things simpler. He was about the question the Kaminoan further when the Arkanian woman spoke again.

She offered the Kaminoan a job without really knowing anything about the creature. That kind of trusting attitude had the potential to get someone killed. Though Trip had to admit he was a bit intrigued. He would stay a bit and listen. She was most likely a representative of one of the myriads of crime syndicates that frequented this area, and while Trip had no problem spending their credits, the promise of quick credits often led to an early death. "Well" he said slapping the Atar on the back "looks like ya might of found a lead after all. Talk about luck, huh?" he said finishing off the last of drink.

He slid credits across the bar counter when the auburn haired woman came back through. It was enough to cover his drinks, the drinks of the Kaminoan and the one drink of the Arkanian woman, with enough money left over for a good tip. "This should cover the drinks for me and the tall guy." he said nodding over to the Kaminoan. "It should also cover her drink." he raised his empty glass slightly to the woman speaking with Atar. Trip often was pretty generous with the credits after finishing a long job, especially one where he had a bonus like he had today. It was his good luck charm and way of contributing to the greater good of the Galaxy...or something like that.

He would stay a bit longer and sober up just a bit. He had learned early on that, especially around places like this, that you much more likely to get jumped if you didn't have your mind about you once you left a bar.

The woman had inserted herself into their conversation so Trip didn't see it to rude to speak up. "So, what kind of work are you talking about?" he asked the woman.

 

[Sreeya]

Thaed had abandoned the Sith for well over a decade now. He once held the honor of being the former Emperor’s right hand man, and today those days seemed like faint memories. Hutt space had become his world, and he drifted all along the cantinas and clubs, picking up odd jobs where he could. He couldn’t deny that leaving the Imperium had taken its toll-- he was penniless most of the time. Though he missed the old cushy life on the council, he would die rather than return to the empire.


Spice dealing was his primary profession, but even then the former Darth had to be careful. Though his trail had gone cold, he knew that he was still hunted for his betrayal, at least by those that knew of him. The Zabrak had brought over copious amounts of laced spice to sell to an equally shady looking customer.


The woman he sold to was, for lack of a better term, a crack whore. Her hair was frazzled, eyes vacant, with multiple injection sites on her arm. Thaed’s lips curled in disgust, as the woman radiated a pungent smell on top of it all. He handed over the bag, hastily taking her credits before walking towards the bar. He aimed to put as much distance between them as possible, cutting past people dancing and talking to go sit at the bar.


The first thing that caught his attention was a Kaminoan. He couldn’t deny he hadn’t seen one in a very long time. Even now, the things looked weird as hell. The alien eyes gave him the creeps, and the neck? You could tie a bow with that thing. As the Zabrak approached, he overheard the human paying for everyone.


“How about covering my drink too, man?”


A soft laugh escaped him as he plopped down near the group. He hadn’t hear anything else of their conversation as he pulled up a cigarra. It was a habit he had kicked for a while for Ebberla, but that went out the window when she decided to skip her ass to the Sith. Thaed silently inhaled the smoke, ordering a shot of the most pungent liquor for himself.

 

[Agent Kronos]

Atar could tell that Trip had tensed up a bit at the mention of being sent here to speak to him. He had a feeling he wasn't supposed to know where he'd be. 'Surprise, surprise...' he thought to himself, 'smugglers don't like people knowing where they are.'

When trip paid his bar tab, he was a bit taken aback again. The man didn't even really know him and he was spending credits he didn't have to. Humans certainly were a strange lot. Though, when Trip began to ask the woman about the work, Atar began to pay more attention to the conversation at hand. He quickly nodded his thanks to Trip as they both awaited an explanation of the work that the woman might be able to bring them.

That's when a new face emerged from the crowd and interrupted their exchange. A rather dark and mysterious Zabrak approached the bar, jokingly asking Trip if he'd pay for his drink too. Did Trip know this man? Atar felt uneasy about this newcomer. He very much wanted to bring his recon droid in here and have in monitor the situation from a distance, let it run background checks on his new acquaintances and, mostly, keep an eye on the Zabrak. But that would be a bit conspicuous, even for him, so he just let the situation unfold like normal. He took another sip of his drink, maybe that would help calm him down.

 

[Richie B.]

Jaleer was frustrated beyond believe his master Ebberla had disappeared an the young sage was worried having not gotten a message from his master Jaleer had begin to assume the worst being a ex Jedi Jaleer knew that Ebberla had many enemies both within the Jedi and Sith. Yet the sage just couldn't see how anyone could manage to defeat the once grandmaster of the Jedi order, yet the idea that Ebberla was in trouble still scared the sage walking into the cantina the young man wanted just to slam his fist into the table but knowing that he needed to stay calm or everything he has been taught would be for nothing. Looking around the sage felt a powerful dark presence within the cantina, almost cursing the sage attempted to hide his presence with the force a technique his master tried to teach him before she left.

Hoping the man hadn't sensed him the young man sat down on a table staring at the man a Zabrak that was clearly a master of the darkside, yet at the moment his face seemed to be calling to the sage. Trying to remember where the young man had seen that face before the sage quickly opened up his datapad, looking around at the imagines the Jedi had taken eventually finding the man within the datapad, the sage's eyes grew three sizes reading on the man's profile. The sage quietly thank the force for what he had just stumbled into, if the sage was reading it right the man was the supposed lover an reason for Ebberla's exile of the order.

Though the sage had conflicting feelings about the man considering it was his fault that Ebberla was kicked out but also since he might knew where Ebberla is an that was something the sage needed to know, building up the courage to approach the man. The sage could go for a direct approach but that might draw unwanted attention but than again the sage knew he could use the force to get the man's attention which would most likely be the best option right now.

Taking down his weak cloak the sage would attempt to entire the Zabrak's mind but not try to penetrate it, an planting a image of Ebberla within his mind, the sage would wait for the man's reaction keeping his brown cloak around him as he kept his hand on his lightsaber just in case seeing as the man was once a powerful Sith lord.

 

[Agent Kronos]

Atar had continued to sip his drink, silently observing the other patrons in the cantina when his silent reverie was broken by a young human, who began to speak to him as he sat beside him. Not many people would introduce themselves to a complete stranger, at least not on Nar Shadaa. When the man asked if he knew him, Atar began to pay more attention to him. Looking the man over, he noted the wound on his jaw, a blaster pistol was slung at his side and he seemed rather accustomed to the bar scene here. However... he did seem rather familiar, "I think I may have met you before, but forgive me, I don't know where, nor can I remember your name," Atar began, "My name is Atar."

 

[Raydo]

The woman had mentioned work, but then hadn't said anything else. She seemed stuck up, one of those "I am better than you" types. It was most likely dead end trade runs. Trip could find those anywhere, at anytime. Everyone always thought their cargo was the most important thing in the Galaxy and thought their causes were always somehow more noble or genius as the next person.

Trip gave a chuckle as the Zabrak sat down "Not my fault you showed up late to the party, pal." he said pulling out a cigarra of his own and lighting it. He never smoked when he was alone, but something about these random bar social scenes made him crave it. "What brings ya to this rather dirty corner of the galaxy?" he asked the Zabrak as Atar began talking to...someone...it was too hard to multitask when he was drunk.

He told himself he was going to stop drinking. He was still ahead and mostly in his right mind, but that all too familiar call in the back of his mind for "Just one more" crept up on him. It was the voice that usually got him into trouble. He really shouldn't.

"Actually" he said to the bartender "I'm going to have one more." he said as he exhaled more smoke. Its like she had read his mind because within seconds she had placed another Tevraki Whiskey in front of him.

@Sreeya

 

[Robbie White]

A bearded, grey-haired walked into the bar. He was wearing a cybernetic headset (like Lobot) and a prosthetic eye. Donning a black shirt and grey pants, he sat by Atar. "Well, hello. What would you be doing in this little slice of the nine Corellian Hells?"