[OPEN] Oh, no. No, no, no!

[D.C.]

(OOC: This is Karrde's Tavern, by the way!)
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So.

The ship needed repairs.

And she was stuck here.

And so there she stood, a young woman who could've stepped right out of a Wild West Holo-drama, wearing a green-and-white checked shirt, a bandana round her throat, blue jeans, and a belt with lots of empty holders for ammunition and two empty holsters at her hips. She missed the heavy weight of her guns and the lead she carried around everywhere, and as a matter of fact, she did not exactly feel safe in here without her guns. But, she reckoned, it shouldn't be too much of a problem considering nobody here carried any weapons on them, either.

The music in the cantina wasn't to her liking, but she didn't utterly dispise it, either. She supposed that these chaps over here just didn't consider her type of music to be interesting, which she could--somehow--understand. Who really listened to old country blues anymore these days? Naw, it was all electronic shit; but, she figured, she would just have to put up with it.

The red-haired female with her shimmering, blue eyes sauntered down toward the bar to order some scotch, hoping they would serve that here. Seeing as they served it almost everywhere (although the quality of the beverage was always questionable in this day n age, wherever you went), she guessed she'd come to the right place. Or at least, the right place under these current circumstances.

 

[Darth Tak]

Tak and Oura where in [INSERT PLANET] after some happenings on. After a long journey, what they both needed was a drink. That was what brought them here, to a bar. Inside where a few interesting characters. What looked like a mercenary, a female gunslinger (Shannon) and a few others. He walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. "I'll have some... uh... whatever you recommend. This fine lady shall the same."

 

[D.C.]

The scotch was kind of all right, so she couldn't complain. She reached for her breast pocket and produced her pack of tobacco, and started to roll herself a cigarette, and meanwhile she thought about her ship, hoping that it would be fixed soon.

Finally, she finished rolling her cigarette and just when she wanted to light it up, she found out that her lighter was not working. She looked at the bartender, because he might perhaps have a working lighter for her, but the bartender was on the other side of the bar pouring drinks for other patrons. She then glanced to her left and saw the Sith.

Well... she thought to herself, It's worth a try.

"Excuse me, pard," she said in her typical, drawling accent, "might I borrow yer lighter for a moment?"

 

[Darth Tak]

Tak looked at her blanky for a few seconds. "No. No, I don't. You may be better off without the cigars, anyway, it makes some awful smoke. What's your name, girl?"

He was asking out of genuine curiosity, but that was naught in significance of the fact that he was extremely intoxicated after sipping the unknown beverage that the man suggested to him. Oura looked like she was day-dreaming with intoxication. They weren't too good with alcohol, but it was the 'strongest stuff' (most intoxicating) in the Bar.

 

[D.C.]

So, no light for her cigarette. A pity. She just shrugged and put the thing on the bar in front of her, figuring she might get a second chance at smoking it later on. She did ponder his argument for a moment, though, because the entire cantina was filled with smoke.

"Names," she said after he had asked the question. She took a sip from her scotch and then eyed the Sith with a little hint of suspicion in her pretty, angel-blue eyes. "The name the game, have no shame..." she said, and giggled. Those particular words did not make a whole lot of sense, but every now and then she said non-sensical stuff. Her friends were used to it and somehow put up with it; strangers might just be weirded out from time to time.

But what do ya know? Such was life.

"Shannon," she finally said. "That is my name and that is my only name. Who wants to know?"

 

[Darth Tak]

Even though Tak was intoxicated, he could still tell she was illogical.

"I wanted to know. Now I know, because you told me. Asking why after giving the answer isn't the best set of actions. Unless, ofcourse, you have friends and do it to them"
Tak thought that maybe normal Sith don't socialize. But alas, he was no normal Sith.
"I am Tak and this is Oura. What brings you here?"

 

[D-Blaze]

The auto-turrets made Varelys nervous.

Nothing made Varelys nervous. He was a Maximanianus. They were never nervous. Maybe it was just a small itch. Of course, it couldn't be nervousness.

Could it?

He sat in a booth by himself staring at the holoscreen in front of him; Holo-Net was having a huge special or whatever you want to call it about the recent assassination of the Director of Vessel Parking over in the Kuat Shipyards. He smiled, though it was not visible; the full black, ragged robe hid most of his facial features, except the bottom part of his brown goatee. The director was an Imperial sympathizer, and since the Alliance was falling in on itself Varelys figured he would take care of the matter for them. He figured that Daedalus was a good place to hide out until the search for the Imperial scums murderer was ground to a halt. It was the second man he had killed in his life time.

His smile died quickly after thinking of the first man he had done away with...

He brought his drink up to his lips and took a long swig. The strong beverage was definitely of the finest he had ever downed. He didn't even no what it was called. He asked for their strongest drink and to put it on the rocks.

Varelys sighed and slowly scanned the tavern, taking in everything; he trained himself in empathy and the art of scanning a room for everything and anything at a very young age. His eyes landed on the figures of the twi'lek and her boyfriend, and when he got to the man, he went stiff.

Sith.

He could tell. He could always tell. He hated them all, every one. He had trained himself to recognize one from a mile away. And he had also taught himself to kill them without mercy. He clenched his fists, the wrist-blades penetrating out into the open, but still quite hard to see in the dark corner he sat in. He whispered a passcode, "7797" and a holographic lens, data and numbers and all sorts of things scattering all over it, appeared before his left eye, focusing on the Sith, scanning him up and down, looking for weaknesses and mannerisms, scanning also for any concealed weapons and anything else that he could learn from his target. From afar it only looked like some sort of glowing thing; you would have to look extra close to know what it was in reality.

 

[D.C.]

(OOC: D-Blaze, just a heads-up, weapons/fighting in this board is not allowed. It's a neutral RP section of the forum for some laid-back, casual RPing. ^^ )
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"Tak?" she whispered more to herself than him, thinking of something completely different, but then turned her attention back to him. "Yeah, but Tak and Oura, you know, I do everything in reverse." She grinned. "And what brings me here, eh? Well..." She raised her glass of scotch and nodded at him, had she worn her hat she would've tipped its brim. "Basically what brings everyone to this here place, you see: booze." She took a sip.

"But," she then went on, "if you mean, 'What brings you to this particular space station?', then the answer is, 'That's classified information'." She chuckled. "But at the very moment, I'm just chillin like most patrons in here. Chillin n drinkin n just going with the flow, I suppose.

"So, you two on some kinda honey-moon, is that it?" She eyed the Sith's female companion curiously.

 

[Darth Tak]

They did not exactly like her attitude. "(Orange for Oura) No, this is simply re-energizing for the days to come. Some -(She looks to her cup) Whatever this is - can be good after a lot of work of craziness.".

While Oura was talking, Tak saw a strange man looking at him with a glowy thing, presumably a scanner. He got prepared. "May I help you, Sir?"

 

[D-Blaze]

Varelys was intent on killing the Sith. But the turrets, once again, reminded him it wasn't a good idea. He whispered the code again and the holo-scope turned off. He sighed, taking the rest of his drink, still staring intently at the Sith. "You may not. Your kind helps no one. Your philosophy, helps no one. And your war, helps only yourselves. Not anyone else."

He blinked, remembering...

 

[Darkarchon]

Erin had just landed, managed to sneak off the ship he had stowed away on and headed for the nearest tavern to just cool off for a bit. The buzz from the force telling him living things were every where was beginning to bug him. He shut off the force and walked into the tavern.

He scanned the room with his black and white eyes. Some interesting folk in here definantly. None he had to worry about for now. He pulled his cloak over his sabers and sat at the bar and ordered a drink. He tossed a couple credits at the barkeeper as he was given the drink. Then he sensed it...Sith...two of them.

 

[D.C.]

Shannon looked over her shoulder to see who Tak was talking to, and when she spied a dark, talking silhouette in the corner she guessed that it had to be this one. For now she decided to let it slide. It wasn't any of her business, not yet at least. Only moments later some other man walked in, a human, and she instinctively lowered her right hand to the gun that was not on her hip. Sure, she might've been quite excentric but most people in this cantina probably had no idea that she was in fact a gifted, exceptional marksman. In some places people would simply refer to her as, "The Gunslinger".

But this time it was different.

Finally, after having survived the one dangerous mission after the other, it just seemed strange to find yourself in a neutral place where you wouldn't have to worry about someone sticking a knife up your spine. But still. Being the woman she was it was hard to relax. All her life she'd been on-guard, watching out for potential threats.

"I see where you're coming from, Oura," she said. "Cheers!" She raised her glass at Oura and then took a swig, wincing as she put the glass down on the bar before her because the drink was so strong. But she liked it that way. 'Twas supposed to be strong.

Remembering her cigarette and the strange newcomer who had just sat down at the bar next to her, she decided to try again. Picking up the cig, she turned to the man (Erin) and said, pushing a lock of her red hair beyond her ear, "Howdy, pard. I was wondering if ya might have a light for my cigarette?"

 

[Darkarchon]

Erin turned his eyes boring into her, he was not exactly a sith...but his ways were of the dark side of the force. He normally wouldn't bother with people talking with him, but today he would make an exception. He stroked his black beard thoughtfully and reached into his pants pocket. His clothes and cloak very worn looking. His face was very scarred. It looked as if he had a run in with a light saber across his face. His hair was short cut. He had a wild look to him. He replied in a deep rumbling voice " Greetings....yes I do.." he pulled out a lighter for her.

 

[Darth Tak]

Tak simply looked disappointed. "Mind your mouth. The camera's are watching.".
Oura and Tak both took another swig each. Oura noticed that two strange men walked in. One seemed friendly enough, the other appeared insane. It might not end well...

 

[D.C.]

"Much obliged," she said, accepting the lighter, quickly lighting her cigarette, and then handing back the lighter to its rightful owner again. She took a drag, filled up her lungs with smoke, and slowly blew it out again. She knew it was quite a bad habit but she liked it, and she'd always been the kind of person who just did whatever she wanted to do.

The man's features were somewhat unsettling, but ever since she had stood face to face with a Hutt, things like this didn't freak her out anymore, or at least, not as much. She couldn't help but wonder who this man next to her, who'd graciously lend her his lighter, was, though. Or rather, what he was. He seemed to be Human, but there was something about him that made him seem...dark.

She thought about that word some more. Dark. What word goes with Dark?

Then it hit her.

Dark Jedi.

She glanced to her left, saw Tak the Sith, then glanced to her right again and saw the man who might be a Dark Jedi--though, of course she realised that she might be completely wrong in that. But the thing was, she had no idea how to explain that weird unsettling feeling he gave her otherwise.

To make things a little more interesting, Tak was apparently in the process of making enemies. Or maybe not. But then at least he and the dude he was talking to didn't exactly get along well.

Shannon just took another drag from her cigarette and closed her eyes. She had come here to relax, not to get into trouble. She'd been through enough trouble lately.

Finally, she shot a sideways glance at the man with the lighter and, without thinking this over, asked him, "What gave you the scar, mister? If you don't mind my asking..." She smiled, as if attempting to let him know she didn't mean this in any offensive way.

 

[D-Blaze]

Varelys snorted in the direction of the Sith. He retracted his wrist blades, turning now to the woman smoking a cigarette. He cocks his head in thought; his eyes were full of curiosity. Or was it something else?

"Do I know you from somewhere?" He rose, his full black, heavy robe billowing behind him, smacking a fat Chagrian man in the face with the back flap before he reached her. Maximanianus leaned in between the new arrival and the woman. "You look oddly familiar." He placed a Holo-Credit Card on the counter, motioning for the bartender. "Same as the last, rodian, and be quick about it."

 

[Darkarchon]

Erin took the lighter back , sipping his drink quietly musing over todays events and then she asked...she asked where he had gotten this giant scar down his face. He looked at her again , but right before he was going to reply...this hunter of sorts from what he could tell got in between him and the woman.

The white in his eyes seemed to turn a slight yellow color. He opened up to the force a bit, a darker presence around him. The mans life force buzzed obnoxiously at him. He reminded himself to stay calm and pushed the man aside a bit and replied to her. "A Jedi and to complete it..a sith gave this to me." he said trying to keep his voice calm and turned back to his drink since she would be occupied with the other man since she got her answer.

 

[Darth Tak]

"I heard that. Be more quiet. I don't want any trouble from your kind."
He was telling the truth. He didn't want to fight. Not now. He just wanted to drink, recharging. To be honest, he was tired. Maybe it was just the.... whatever he was drinking... It sure tasted weird, but better than Caffee (SW Coffee).

He shrugged. "You're not very secretive."

 

[Noirceur]

Ashkrik had just finished a long day of paperwork at the Mercenary Union. He was in a very bad mood. " I need a drink" He thought. He walked inside a cantina and asked for a drink. He looked at the other patrons. Some of them seemed to be pushing a Sith. A Sith. THE Sith. The same Sith from Nar Shadaa. He looked at him, and gritted his teeth. He then walked slowly towards him.

 

[D.C.]

While awaiting the answer to her question, some stranger suddenly leaned in between her and the person she'd just asked something. It was rather rude, and she frowned, but then her face cracked into smile again when she saw how Erin* pushed the stranger away. It was quite funny indeed, and justified in her opinion. Then Erin told her the answer and it made her wonder if this guy really was a Dark Jedi or perhaps something else. Continuing to ask about this, however, really seemed like a bad idea. She figured it was quite a personal thing to him, after all, and probably not something that should be discussed in a bar like this.

Then she looked at the stranger, who turned out to be the guy that Tak was talking to earlier, and she glanced at his face after he had asked her if they'd met before.

"Actually, mister," she began, only pausing to take another drag. She slowly blew the smoke into his face, just to see how he would respond to that (and secretly hoping it'd piss him off), and continued in her drawling, pleasant voice: "I think not. I remember faces, ya see. Yours I can't recall." She smiled and her eyes twinkled in the lamplight. She wasn't quite sure what this bloke wanted from her, but she was pretty sure that she could handle it.

"Why do ya ask?"

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*OOC: Just to clarify, Shannon does not know Erin's name yet, just using the name because it makes my life a lot easier. XD