Ask A Jedi And A Sith Walk Into A Bar

[Drow Venn]

Frankly, Drow was beginning to get disturbed with how frequently his Jedi missions required him to be in cantinas. Sure, he liked drinking and brawling as much as the next guy but there just seemed something so...un-Jedi like about the whole thing. But, it was the nature of being a Shadow he supposed. A Jedi Knight could get a parade if he succeeded in his mission, a Jedi Shadow could get a dagger in the ribs.

Fortunately, his stern look and holstered blaster kept any would-be dagger owners from trying anything, at least in this bar. As First Shadow, Drow had been on some dangerous missions before from infiltrations to pirate attacks to good-old fashioned lightsaber duels. But this right here? This was literally walking into the belly of the beast and one wrong step would probably get him killed.

His disguise kept him from getting killed outright, anyways. True, Drow Venn had officially been exiled from the Order (and unofficially made head of the Shadows in the same move) but a Sith world was still a Sith world and if the wrong Sith were to spot him, alarms could be raised. That's why he had come in his 'Flophat' persona. Dressed in a combination of moisture farmer clothing and spacer gear, Drow's Flophat disguise let him conduct illicit business for the Order without compromising his identity or the Order's security.

Vinsoth was a Sith-occupied world but it did have its charms, Drow would admit. The Chevin bartender was gruff but poured the meanest Bespin Fizz Drow had ever tried and the antique wall-mounted lanterns and half-painted walls gave a cozy, if rustic feel to them. Drow figured that was probably about as cozy as things were about to get tonight.

Using his underworld contacts, he dropped a line to Sith authorities that he had information about a certain Sith exile that had been a thorn in the Sith and the Jedi's side for awhile; Calix Viritan. Drow figured if he could lead the Sith to the hideout of Calix Viritan, the two Darkside factions could both go at it and waste their own troops trying to kill each other. Plus, killing Calix was a net benefit for society; Drow had been to Sky Village and had seen the devastation that the Sith Exile was still bringing with his warlord ways and loyalist troops. He sat back, tried to enjoy his drink, and hoped whoever the Sith sent to talk to him wasn't too aggressive.

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[Darth Draugr]

Meeting an underground contact in a bar, Draugr was ready to milk the information out of them and finally put an end to Calix Viritan. This would bring great favor to himself within the Sith and possibly his title of Darth once more. The Zabrak was here on the Sith planet and dressed as he would usually dress himself. Clad in his black robes it was finally time to make his way into the cantina, where this contact awaits.

Draugr scanned the large room as he entered looking for the description of the man he was given, and once he found someone that looked fairly similar to the description he made his way to them, and sat next to them. Without looing at or speaking directly to, Draugr would order a drink and drop a credit. After taking a slight sip, he would keep his eyes on his glass feeling around him in the force should there be funny business, and then speaking.

"Do not disappoint me with this information."

The Sith Master remained calm and spoke lowly keeping the conversation out of ear shot from others. His arms leaning on the counter, he was relaxed knowing he could handle himself should things go awry, but he was also here to work with the contact and hopefully kill the exile.

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[Drow Venn]

Drow apprised the man through his face-concealing helmet. Strong, certainly. Harsh to strangers. A survivor too, if his mechanical arm and the energy radiating from him was any indication.

And angry. Very angry. Drow struggled with anger himself but this guy didn't so much as contain his rage as much as he let it wash over him and dictate his actions.

"Oh I think this information is going to interest you, hornhead." Drow said, adopting the confident tone of a brash smuggler because, after all, that was the role he was supposed to be playing right now. A Jedi is not afraid.

"I know where Calix is. And I know how many troops he has around him. Hell, I could probably find out what laundry detergent he uses if you want. But first, I think we should discuss what I stand to gain from all this." Flophat said.

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[Darth Draugr]

The informant was charismatic, which was slightly annoying but who else did he have to listen to about this valuable information? Being patient, Draugr would let the man speak, after he had finished his rambling about the laundry detergent the man asked what he could gain from this. The Sith Master wasn't one to promise things in exchange for work though, this was valuable.

"Name your price. Do not let greed overtake you."

The Zabrak had his attention on his drink for a moment listening to what the informant wanted in return. Lifting his glass and taking a slight drink, his facial expression hadn't even a whence from the burning alcohol. The Master was used to the hard hits of the best drinks, perks of being powerful enough to get what you want when you want. Though soon he would like to reclaim that title of Lord. This is all he needed. Raze would appreciate this, and the Empress as well. The idea was to be at the top again.

If killing an exile is all it took, so be it. Draugr has done far worse for far less.

The setting his glass back down on the counter he waited.

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[Drow Venn]

"I wouldn't dream of it." Flophat said, a short electronic chuckle escaping from his vocoder as Draugr warned him about not letting greed overtake him. Drow puzzled it over in his mind. While killing Calix was undoubtedly the mission's chief objective, he had to act the part of an opportunistic criminal.

"I'm looking to expand my spacefaring operations as it were. And one of your Sith ships sure would help matters. One of those nice frigates you all have would sure look nice with me at the helm." Drow said.

"And I normally charge a 10,000 credit exclusivity fee for such information. You know, to make sure I don't go blabbing about this to anyone else." Drow said.

"And most importantly, I want to help you kill him. I don't really want to get into it but I have as much reason to want this idiot dead as you do. We have a deal?" Drow asked, adjusting the brim of the hat that lay on top of his spacesuit. Underneath his face-concealing visor, he scanned Draugr's face, looking for clues. It was certainly a steep offer and hearing the Zabrak's response would help him gauge just how much Calix meant to him.

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[Darth Draugr]

There were many things the Empire could let go of but ships were valuable information. Given into the wrong hands it would be used against the Empire in such ways that would prove devastating. The informant was already trying to get too much from the Master for the simple information being exchanged. It was a hard decision, but the Zabrak would make it. His facial expression was that of irritation, but he knew if he said no to more than the ship the information would be lost.

"No ships, the one you have should suffice. As far as the credits go, I might be able to make that deal. The Empire would be very grateful if this information leads to a successful mission."

As the man continued to speak he mentioned wanting to join the hunt. Odd request from someone who has no known ties. The informant did mention he had reason but why? Draugr's face would show interest in the reason, but then he would sigh and take another drink,

"I suppose if you have a death wish then, so be it. I'll allow you to join me, but if you get in my way I will not hesitate do you understand?"

His fiery yellow eyes were set on the visor. It didn't who was under there, Draugr would regain his position and make his way to the top.

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[Drow Venn]

"Perfectly." Drow replied easily. The loss of the ship was of no real concern to him - it had only been a potential bonus, Calix was the priority and the Sith were still going to unknowingly give an operative of the Jedi 10,000 credits. As far as Shadows missions tended to go, Drow was going to consider that an absolute win.

"I'll send you the planet's coordinates today. You pay me and let me know when the attack will begin and I'll send his exact location on the planet itself. That way, I know you won't start without me." Flophat told Draugr, fully ready to end this Sith menace.


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[Darth Draugr]

The deal was made. If Draugr were a business he would have shook their hand, but seeing how he knew he was above them and was not pleased with how the deal was made he would only give them a nod and then answer them with,

"You'll get your payment. As long as it leads to the death of Calix."

Draugr would take a drink. Stand. And then he was walking away. The money would be wired to the Flophat, and then the mission would begin. The Zabrak was getting closer and closer to solidifying his place as a Lord down the road. The Master was ready to feel that sense of power. Take that responsibility and eventually make it to the ranks higher. The Dathomirian wished to become the most powerful force user in the galaxy. For now though, he had work to do.

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