Watching and Waiting (Ask)

[Awesome]

Dravick ran into the nearest cantina while his follower and those involved in the conversation were occupied. Dammit, I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved with those guys, criminals always lead to trouble. Dravick couldn't have helped it though. It was one of the classic scenes, several blaster armed soldiers beating on a poor, defenseless man, threatening to kill him if he didn't hand over the money owed to the crime lord. And of course he had to be the hero, helping the man get away safely and making himself a target for the Crime Lord and his men.

Hopefully he could avoid death, maybe even get away from these guys. He was sure that his intervention was a small enough one that he would be safe if he layed low for a few days.

 

[Darth Nyne]

Lucius sat at the end of the bar relatively close to the door, nursing a Corellian Ale. Was it his fifth or sixth, he wasn't quite sure any longer. The man running in offered him some respite from his own inner questionings.

His gaze shot up to catch the man's eyes, well if he didn't look quite the frantic sort, running from something most definately everyone down here was in one way, shape, or form.

"Hey," he shouted plainly to the man "what's the rush, 'ave a seat, grab a drink'n enjoy yerself!"

He threw a gesture to the barkeep, beckoning service as he invited the somewhat scared looking fellow to join him.

 

[Emma Lou]

Once the Captain had left with whats-his-face Yael returned her attention to the hotel. The room light was off and Yael cursed under her breath. This was not good. Not good at all. She was really done caring though, because of the whole with the boss sending that wanna-be assassin back.

She shrugged and started to walk towards the street. She thought that a drink sounded amazing at this moment and one couldn't hurt anything. She found the nice shady bar that she frequented when she was in the city.

She walked in and promptly ordered a Fire Whiskey before retiring to her booth. Much to her dismay, she had accidentally followed her prey.

 

[Phil]

josh started walking with CDR-382 sinletly

382 and the remaining soldier escorted Joshua back to 382's ship in the docking bay, entering it and into the main hold. Once inside, he activated a terminal with one hand while the other was aimed at Joshua. Once the terminal activated, a holographic image appeared infront of the two and an image of a Hutt formed together.

"Kajuub the Hutt, the pest you wanted is here." 382 said.

"Good work, Captain."

Kajuub said, suddenly turning to Joshua.

"Now, explain yourself. You are a recruit, so how did you get together your own squad when you have no authority to do so, venture out to Corellia, a Republic owned planet I might add, with your squad? Not to mention your interference with one of our hunters. What do you have to say for yourself?" Kajuub demanded.

 

[Awesome]

Dravick took the mans offer, sitting down and accepting the alcoholic beverage. He took a long drink and tried to relax. He wasn't sure why the man invited him to a drink, but he wasn't going to deny it. He had nothing better to do then sit down and try to avoid his follower.

"Thanks for the drink, my name is Dravick," He offered his hand.

 

[Darth Nyne]

"Your welcome," he said taking the man's hand "names Lucius."

He gave the hand a slight shake, as the woman abruptly ordered a fire whiskey a short ways away, and headed towards the back of the cantina. His eyes followed closely, possibly the only sign that he was still more alert than drunk. He released the man from his grip and took up his own drink, sparing slight glances in her direction now and again, but mostly sticking to his drink and his new found drinking buddy.

"So you came in here in quite a fright," he smirked "what you got Hutt after ya or somethin'?"

 

[Awesome]

Dravick was a little shocked that Lucius had guessed right, "Between you and me, lets say your better off letting people handle their own problems."

He stared at the girl for a moment, watching her movements, then turned back to his drink. He didn't want to draw any attention at all from her, and he hoped she hadn't noticed him. Dravick slowly moved his left hand to the blaster pistol hidden under his clothes, which gave him some comfort.

"What would you say the best way to handle a bounty hunter that is following you?"

 

[Darth Nyne]

Those eyes, still the only alert feature he had, the rest of him swayed slightly to the smallest movement, and his head seemed to bob almost erratically, caught the hand movement and figured there was nothing less than a hold-out blaster if not a personal slug-pistol concealed there somewhere.

"Bounty hunter you say," he remarked almost as a side note "well I suppose that would depend on what type. I've personally found Rodians are relatively easy to pay off, the Taung on the other hand believe themselves honor bound and your best to run." he chuckled slightly at that.

"Now if yer dealin' with a guild member or someone hired by a Hutt, best bets to shoot first, because they don't complete and they're dead anyway."

 

[Awesome]

"Well...damn," Dravick didn't want to fight, and he knew Lucius was probably right.

Dravick took another drink from the glass, thinking of how he could worm his way out of this. Apparently he wouldn't be able to talk his way out of it, but maybe he could convince her she was after someone else, or if he could get a ride off this planet...

"How the hell did I get into this?" Dravick said, mostly to himself.

 

[Ols]

There she was, Forte thought to himself. The rumours of her beauty were certainly not exaggerated. Even under the shadowy hood she wore Forte could see her features, her full red lips, her bright eyes shining forth in the shadow. It was certainly a shame she was on the wrong side. Sipping his Corellian ale, he watched her from the end of the bar, subtly beneath his own hood, the whitish cloak that was his trademark concealing his arms beneath. She sat in a booth with a drink that he would have guessed was a whisky or brandy. Considering where they were, Corellian fire whisky seemed the most likely. He raised a hand and pulled his hood down, revealing his handsome features. Handsome in the way of a rogue. The long hair, the almost designer stubble and his piercing eyes. Twenty years was a long time to wait, but to someone like Forte, aging was a little worry. Twenty years ago he was very young. Twenty years had been helpful. He sipped his drink once more, ever watching and waiting.

 

[Fel]

*Fel was only stopping here temporarily as he made his way to Tatooine. He had never been to Corellia before; so he decided to stop for a quick drink at a local bar and maybe kill somebody or try to run a scam. He did not have his armor on though he definitely had his blaster and his knife at his side for protection, persuasion and even murder if need be. Not knowing exactly what he was going to do Fel decided to go with the flow as he entered the cantina. Walking over towards the bar he spoke to the droid who was running it.*

Let me have a water.

*The droid procures a cup of water and hands it to Fel. He surveyed the bar situation and saw a couple of people hanging around the bar. He decided to have a seat down in the middle of the place and finish his glass of water before he continued on with any of his business.*

 

[Darth Nyne]

Noting that the last comment was not truly directed towards him, Lucius gave another long survey of the cantina, noting the odd gentleman in the white robes, probably Jedi of some sort, and the new man who'd simply ordered a water.

Wanting his wits about him he thought, as he slightly raised his glass of ale in his general direction, that was the sort to be on the watch for. An individual who went out of their way to maintain sobriety, even when in an establishment such as this, was rarely up to anything good. The alertness in his own eyes still maintained he blinked hard a couple of times in an effort to clear his head of the affects of the alcohol he'd been at most of the night.

He had a bad feeling about this, and for a Corellian bad feelings tended to end badly if you didn't keep a clear head.

 

[Fel]

*The cup of water was surprisingly refreshing. He was searching for answers about the force and the power that these Jedi used. He wasn't entirely sure he was going to find the answers here on this planet and he knew when he was back on Coruscant he wasn't skilled enough to break into any of the Jedi Temples there and in doing so he might even die or better yet get arrested. Though his goal here on this planet wasn't going to be a long one though if he knew that somebody he would absolutely need them.*

 

[Ols]

((Guys, slow down. When there's this many people in an RP you have to give each person a chance to post a response to your last post, you can't just go on and ignore them because they're not online...if you do want to press on with this do it in a thread where you don't have to wait for them.))

 

[Awesome]

((yes sorry, I thought the conversation between myself and darth nyne/lucius could go on without getting too far ahead of the others))

 

[Darth Nyne]

OOC: I agree with that one, the only reason I spun off from it was because others entered and I wanted to acknowledge them. But I'm going to refrain from any further OOC so as not to litter the thread

 

[Emma Lou]

Yael noticed the two new people enter the bar, but only one held her attention. The one in the light cloak was the one she was interested in. Was he a Jedi? She thought about how she would get if she killed him and a smile crept across her face for about a second before she realized that she was not in the mood to fight tonight.

She turned her attention back to her drink as he removed his hood. She looked back up at him. He was very handsome and his eyes were gorgeous. She shook her head and quietly told herself to stop staring. She was supposed to be keeping an eye on Dravick and not killing anyone.

She took another sip and looked back up at the cloaked man. She couldn't stop wondering who he was.


((Also, Ols, if you could make the thread ask, please? The people that are already in can stay, but I want to be asked from now on so we don't get too overcrowded and confused.))

 

[Ols]

((@Awesome + Nyne, although the conversation was just between you two, it's still time passing in the bar around us. If, hypothetically, my character was going to interrupt your conversation, which he is more than entitled to do, you're not giving him the option.
@em, done.))

Forte noticed the girl looking over at him with his peripheral vision as he continued to sip his ale. He was careful not to make eye contact, not yet. He would meet this girl though, that was definite. From what he had gathered she had some interest in the pair at the bar, the young boy and the elder man with hair longer even than Forte's. She had eyed them numerous times before Forte had pushed himself forwards in her vision. Time was snailing onwards and it would soon be time to introduce himself. He drained the remnants of the ale and stood up straight, before walking over to the girl's booth.

"I don't recognise you, you're not a regular here are you?" he asked, as if he himself spent most of his nights here. He had been here a fair few times before, he usually tried to visit the cantina whenever in Coronet, but he was far from a regular. Not that she would know.

 

[Emma Lou]

Yael looked up at the man in the cloak and smiled at him.

"When I am in the city, I come here"

She said and swept her hand in a motion that invited him to sit. He intrigued her, but she was pretty sure he was Jedi so she had to be careful with what she said.

 

[Darth Nyne]

He sat, his eyes still wandering about, watching the most interesting, and possibly dangerous, individuals he could find. Without eye contact he began speaking with Dravick again.

"So what's with the interest in Hunters," he said quizzically, his eyes settling on the coupling of the woman and the white robed man. "you actually got a Hutt after you?"

He smirked softly waving of the serving droid, now was definitely not the time for another drink, he had a feeling he'd be needing his wits about him in the coming hour or so.