A Stroll Through The Sands

[Jake2]

The planet was barren, though not devoid of life it should of been. Jake wondered who would choose to live on such a world. Still it was a safe place to stop over at. He in the dip of a near by mountain and walked in to town. He needed some spare parts to help fix his ship up. And he did not trust landing it in town, Firstly since it was stolen some one may be looking for it and second it would probably be stolen to if he landed it in town. No this way was safer, for the ship at least not Jakes feet.

Walking to a nearby cantena Jake entered. The owner gave the boy a look but this was more or less a lawless waist land so Jake was able to walk up to the bar and order a sweet wine. His time has a sith acoylet included drinking so Jake thought nothing of drinking a glass of lothal wine. Though it did cost him a fare bit of money. Though Jake did not feel up to tasting the local brews. "I am looking for a power converter for the UPS of a overhead freighter for my master" Jake added that last bit, people on these worlds cared far less about servants and slaves

 

[Ekbar Kelborn]

Ekbar, wanders aimlessly towards the Cantina. It took him a week to get there but he finally made it, there was a look of determination in his eyes. Something he hadn't felt since his time on Nal Hutta, without any second thoughts he entered the Cantina with sheer mischief and coldness in his eyes.

 

[Kyorus Draxx]

It had taken Kyorus quite some time to get to the cantina, he had heard that it was the ideal place to find trouble and as of recently, he was feeling like he needed some of that. His time recently had been spent gaining knowledge but there was only so much he could learn without venturing out into the vast galaxy he resided in. Perhaps he may find some hidden knowledge or maybe this could be an entire waste of time. Kyorus entered tha cantina and took a seat, scanning the room as he took a swig from his flask of water. Alcohol wasn't exactly his favourite beverage and now was no time to be inebriated.

 

[Ekbar Kelborn]

Ekbar, in his black and orange Mandalorian armor, started to study the Cantina's crowded environment. The truth is, he was getting bored. Nothing stimulated him through the desert, besides blasting Tusken Raiders, ripping off those gullible Jawas out of any left over credits they may have and finally, brewing discord amongst locals on Mos Eisley. The only thing that can now wane his insatiable hunger for danger would be the whisky that accompanied his counter.

He started drinking impulsively as the locals within the Cantina flapped their disgusting gums, all shapes, sizes and most importantly, species. The music was the same as before, nothing new really. He thought that this day couldn't get anymore boring and not the least bit exciting, until he spotted something in the corner of his eye.

A hooded man cladded in darkness, or rather his robes along with some peculiar gauntlet and boots armor.

"Hmm.."

He thought. He didn't like anyone around here that much, ESPECIALLY 'those' kinds of people. Without even flinching, he turned violently to stare into the man's eyes, then into his lightsaber.

"Interesting, never have I seen your kind in a while..."

 

[Kyorus Draxx]

Kyorus should've known that his presence would've been noticed. Either it was a quick glance or someone trying to pick a fight it didn't matter where he went, it was inevitable. Except this time he'd forgotten that. It seemed like someone had caught him in their crosshairs. Atleast thats what he believed. Either Kyorus was going crazy or this man was staring him down like a lion during the hunt, never losing direct eyesight with its prey, except Kyorus wasn't prey, he was always the predator, sometimes he just wasn't apparent. The person seemed fixated on Kyorus's lightsaber. "Maybe he has never seen one before." Kyorus muttered and chuckled.

However the smart idea would be to avoid certain situations this far out in the galaxy but Kyorus was here after all to learn so he decided this would be a great time to put himself into an peculiar situation and see where it takes him. Kyorus walked over to the person and said "So, either you have a problem with me or you have a serious staring problem." The man was covered head to toe in what Kyorus assumed was mandalorian armour. Now if it was stolen or it was his was a whole other question. He hadn't seen it from far away due to the sub-standard lighting but it did have the markings of a mandalorian, atleast so he thought. His knowledge on the mandalorian clans wasn't exactly up to scratch. As he waited for the person to respond he unsheated his lightsaber and spun it on the top of his index finger. A party trick to some, but to Kyorus it was preparation.

 

[Kort Aimer]

Kort was getting tired of the core worlds and wanted to check out the outer rim. After landing on tattoine he walked into a small cantina. He sat in a table planning to study but he saw In the corner of his mask a Armoured person that looked like he was in hear for a fight and a robed person with a lightsaber he automatically assumed was a fellow Sith. Kort quickly got up and moved as he did not want to be bothered by Them but he was believed he had been seen already.

 

[Ekbar Kelborn]

Kyorus should've known that his presence would've been noticed. Either it was a quick glance or someone trying to pick a fight it didn't matter where he went, it was inevitable. Except this time he'd forgotten that. It seemed like someone had caught him in their crosshairs. Atleast thats what he believed. Either Kyorus was going crazy or this man was staring him down like a lion during the hunt, never losing direct eyesight with its prey, except Kyorus wasn't prey, he was always the predator, sometimes he just wasn't apparent. The person seemed fixated on Kyorus's lightsaber. "Maybe he has never seen one before." Kyorus muttered and chuckled.

However the smart idea would be to avoid certain situations this far out in the galaxy but Kyorus was here after all to learn so he decided this would be a great time to put himself into an peculiar situation and see where it takes him. Kyorus walked over to the person and said "So, either you have a problem with me or you have a serious staring problem." The man was covered head to toe in what Kyorus assumed was mandalorian armour. Now if it was stolen or it was his was a whole other question. He hadn't seen it from far away due to the sub-standard lighting but it did have the markings of a mandalorian, atleast so he thought. His knowledge on the mandalorian clans wasn't exactly up to scratch. As he waited for the person to respond he unsheated his lightsaber and spun it on the top of his index finger. A party trick to some, but to Kyorus it was preparation.

Ekbar elevated his stare as the man walked closer to him, a smile plastered just under his helmet. He could've blasted him up close using his side-arm firmly holstered on his utility belt. It would only take a few seconds, however, he was of a particular clan. Following a set of strict rules. Even though he wasn't personally fond of it, he had to in order to get what he wants, which meant blood, death and reaping rewards without dying that is. It was true that the clan is practically disbanded across the galaxy instead of banding together like others. The last thing he would want is his clan members complaining about losing another one of their kin and possibly even jeopardizing the clan itself like the reckless person he is.

Getting up slowly, he revealed his true frame. It was a rather short stature compared to this taller looking sith but he still looked at him dead in the eye, danger and mischief soon died down inside of him as he thought of a different idea.

"Who needs hateful enemies when you can make foolish friends?"

He did something the Sith could have never expected since they were both mortal enemies, he held out a seemingly innocent and friendly hand as if to introduce himself.

"Never seen one of your kind up close, I must say."​

 

[Markus Varo]

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The shuttle landed on the hot desert sand. With a snap and a his, the ramp lowered, and out stepped Three Sith Troopers, bristling with weapons. They came out and surveyed their surroundings, a few buildings dotted the landscape. After a few minutes, a Imperial lieutenant stepped off the ramp, nodding to the troopers, after the lieutenant walked off, a commander followed, Markus Varo. The troopers straightened at attention. Commander Varo walked passed them his lieutenent, Jack Fields accompanying him. They walked towards a medium sized building ehich was a cantina. The ramp to the shuttle closed, and the troopers followed them. They pushed through the doors, and Markus looked around the bar, everyone looked at the new strangers, everyone looking at his insignia, denoting him as a officer in the navy. Markus motioned for his troopers to follow him, they filed into a booth, silent all the while.

 

[Kyorus Draxx]

Kyorus was confused to say the least. He looked at the hand stretched out in front of him. "Was this a trick?" Kyorus thought. It seemed out of the blue, after all Kyorus and the supposed manadlorian seemed to be at each others necks only a few short seconds ago. It was true that Kyorus had come here to start trouble but he had decided that taking the chance that this wasn't a trick that would lead to his undoing was as risky as it could get on this desolate planet.

"No tricks?" Kyorus said. Perhaps this was a trick and he was falling right into it, after all he knew nothing about this guy and who he is affiliated with. Kyorus threw those thoughts from his mind and turned his attention back to the surprisingly small assassin. "Before I shake your hand, you must know that I am extremely confident that I can ignite my lightsaber and maim you before you even have the chance to pull that gun of yours, understood?"

 

[Kort Aimer]

Kort could not get into his studies because this Sith and mandalorian looking fellow where shouting about. Out of nowhere Imperial soldiers came into the cantina. This was quickly Turning into a mess. He got up and said to the two “If you both don’t quiet down I’ll ignite my own sabers”.

 

[Ekbar Kelborn]

Kyorus was confused to say the least. He looked at the hand stretched out in front of him. "Was this a trick?" Kyorus thought. It seemed out of the blue, after all Kyorus and the supposed manadlorian seemed to be at each others necks only a few short seconds ago. It was true that Kyorus had come here to start trouble but he had decided that taking the chance that this wasn't a trick that would lead to his undoing was as risky as it could get on this desolate planet.

"No tricks?" Kyorus said. Perhaps this was a trick and he was falling right into it, after all he knew nothing about this guy and who he is affiliated with. Kyorus threw those thoughts from his mind and turned his attention back to the surprisingly small assassin. "Before I shake your hand, you must know that I am extremely confident that I can ignite my lightsaber and maim you before you even have the chance to pull that gun of yours, understood?"

Ekbar shrugged light-heartedly and then chuckled. Obviously, he knew that death would surely by knocking on his door any moment after they both would've drawn their weapons. He wanted to gain the trust of his foe instead to avoid such an outcome. He then responded with:

"No, no not a trick..What you expect me to blast you across the room for no reason? What fun would that be?"

Even though both of them knew almost nothing about each other and he would be delighted to gut the sith slime, not because of a personal vendetta, no. It was more of a way to sate his primal urges accompanied with the fear on the crowd's faces, blood on his hands; And most importantly, the adrenaline rush. It was all invigorating, too bad he couldn't experience it much here.

"Ah, yes; Those giant magic wands you stick twiddlers wield. I understand no--"

Soon, his words faded into nothing more after a group of what looked to be, Imperials entered the Cantina. Sighing he placed his almost un-holstered vibro bayonet he was about to use to carve the man's hand any chance he got back into it's holster once again.

"Damn.."

Was all he could think, he glanced at the Officers. Then back at the Sith, shaking his head in disappointment, he quickly fled to a nearby bar patron.

"Hey.."

He said in a hushed perverted voice.

"Ya see that guy wearing a dark shower gown?"

The man turned to me, obviously annoyed at Ekbar ruining his alcoholic fantasies. When he would speak, there was a hint of drunken glee in his voice, occasional burps and hiccups.

"Ye--ah, I see him..what-- Ya callin' me blind?!"

Ekbar raised his hand defensively.

"No, No! Not at all! But that guy and his buddies did.."

He said silently motioning to the group of Imperials.

"He also called your mother a hutt's cushion."

Ekbar said chuckling to himself

"You gonna take that from some prissy snob?"

With that, the drunken bar patron got up from his stool and approached the group amongst the crowd with his glass beer bottle. Drunken haze soon started to escalate into booze-fueled rage as he stood in front of the Imperials. Barking drunken obscenities in one of their faces. He looked muscular and had a grimace with a scar on his cheek.

"So! Ya like talkin' about me mum aye?!"

He then raised his two fists in the air as if he was getting into a fighting stance

"Well! Meet her early husbands! Thrasher and Vertigo!"

 

[Markus Varo]

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Markus watched as two sith were apparently arguing with some man covered in armor. With a closer look, Markus could see this man was a mandalorian. Shit Markus thought. Markus should get up and go arrest the man right away. He was completely baffled the two sith hadn't arrested him yet. Of course the sith would show their brute strength instead, and attempt to take the mandalorian down themselves, no trial. Being a mandalorian alone was enough to get them arrested. Markus got up, and motioned for his men to get up as well. He watched as the mandalorian walked over to some drunk and said something about someone's mom. The drunk got up and went to the sith accusing them of making fun of his mother. Enough is enough. Obviously what i thought about mandalorians being brave and all is a bunch of Hutt dung, because this mandalorian is getting a poor drunk to fight for him. Such courage. Markus thought. He had to intervene. When the man got into fighting stance, he told his lieutenant, "We have a problem here, might need some reinforcements." The man nodded, and spoke into his comm. Markus walked towards the gathered group, the two sith, drunk man, and mandalorian. "This is going to be your only warning, stand down all of you, or your'e all going to be blasted to hell." On cue, his men raised their blasters. Markus got out his own blaster, and switched it to stun, his men following suit. Markus wasn't going to kill anyone, but he said it anyways, hoping it would instill more fear. Markus knew the sith could probably take him, but then they would have to talk to Milo, a Sith Crusader. "Sith, sit back down, you drunk man, no one said anything about your mother, except the fool in armor. You mandalorian, are coming with me. Given the war between the Sith Empire and the Mandalorian, You sir are under arrest. I hereby place you under arrest, you have the right to remain silent." Markus's men all raised their blaster at the mandalorian, the drunk man realizing his mistake and going back to his seat. Hopefully the sith would help Markus, or just do as told and sit down.

@Ekbar Droorer @Nightlighter @Ripper

 

[Kyorus Draxx]

"This doesn't look good." Kyorus muttered under his breath. How could he have been so foolish and not seen the troops surrounding him and his new found 'friend'. Not too mention the fact that another person had joined their altercation at the last minute, from a quick glance, Kyorus realized he was also part of the sith empire.

The man who seemed to be in command of the troops, spoke directly to Kyorus and the other sith. He seemed to be quite focused on the mandalorian but took a friendlier tone with Kyorus. "They must be imperial troops!" Kyorus thought, or atleast he hoped, even though he was a sith he wasn't up to date on their uniforms. His shoulders eased up and he took a deep breath, for a minute Kyorus genuinely thought he may not make it out of this cantina alive. "So great to see you fellas, obliviously you know who I pledge my allegiance to so you can lower your weapons and point them somewhere else, perhaps at the bar, drinks on me?" Kyorus said, trying to ease the tension. It wasn't sure if it had worked, even if Kyorus was off the hook, the mandalorian didn't seem to be in the same position. Kyorus was extremely torn, was this man worth standing up for?

Kyorus's attention then turned to the sith who seemed to appear out of thin air. "You picked a great time to get involved eh? Guess you aren't the luckiest guy." Kyorus chuckled nervously. He then turned back to the man in charge. "Perhaps this doesn't need to end in bloodshed, after all I am pretty sure you won't leave here with the mandalorian in cuffs, that's for sure." Kyorus said. He only came here for a drink, how did he end up in this mess?

 

[Ekbar Kelborn]

Ekbar sighed, in hindsight he knew it would come to this. Just not in a Cantina, what the kriff were they doing of interest here anyhow? Not only did that meddling agent came in here to ruin Ekbar's fun, now it seems that he brought his barrage of Bantha Fodder with him.

"Typical.."

Just what he expected, call it hypocrisy, but it seems like he was being arrested by meer cowards in uniforms. It seemed like there was no other way this could've went down. Except maybe..

"That's right; Ya caught me, feels good to be the one doing all that work, huh?"

He said cynically to the men in uniform, he hoped this would at least spark some arguement between the Sith and the Imperial Navyman. He then continued:

"How disappointing, not even the Sith are competant enough to subdue one measly mandalorian."

Putting one hand above his waist and the other around his utility belt in a mocking fashion.

"So, this is the best the Empire can do? Am I right fellas'? "

As he finished his sentence an uproarous wave of laughter visited the Cantina halls.

" A-and what about you! Boyscouts? Got a 'special' in command ey? "

 

[Kyorus Draxx]

Kyorus was shocked, was the mandalorian trying to get shot right here, right now? "Don't be foolish!" Kyorus shouted. "We can obviously come to a better and more reasonable option." Kyorus almost sounded like he was pleading with them. However he wasn't sure if this was only a ploy but he didn't know this man well enough to pick up on his tricks, that is if there was any.

"How about we talk outside officer?" Kyorus whispered into his ear. "You can even leave the troops here, just incase you think he'll try and escape." Kyorus leaned away from the officer and looked around. The entire cantina had stopped what they were doing and seemed to be in an almost trance like state. "What are you all looking at!" Kyorus bellowed. They seemed unfazed. Was Kyorus losing his touch or was the whole ordeal just that exciting for them. "Pfft." Kyorus thought. If this was the highlight of their day he pitied them greatly. While he waited for the officer to reply to his proposition, he leaned against the table and said "Another round please."

 

[Markus Varo]

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Markus frowned. Was the Mandalorian playing games? Markus could play games just as well. Markus was about to order his troops to just kill the Mandalorian right then and there on the spot. Then one of the Sith came and whispered into his ear. Markus nodded, "This had better be good, or you're also getting arrested for interfering." Markus told the Sith. He ordered the troopers to keep a watch on the Mandalorian, and any movement, to shoot him immediately. Markus and the sith stepped outside, and Markus crossed his arms. "What do you want?" Markus said to the sith.

@Ekbar Droorer @Nightlighter @Ripper

 

[Ekbar Kelborn]

As the man left his view, leaving Ekbar with a couple of gullible soldiers, he looked to his left then right. He could almost taste that his end was near, the only thing that could save him now would either be his evasion skills or manipulation tactics. Sighing, he places his hands behind his back. Giving a gentlemen's pose.

"Welp, you finally did something right. Now I don't blame you for shooting me."

He said smirking behind his helmet, not moving another muscle, except maybe his facial ones.

"But even if you do, what are the odds that he's going to give any of you credit?

Ekbar looked at the men dead in the eyes through their helmets. A cold and serious enough stare to convince people that he just might be telling the truth

"You fellows are surely competant enough to figure this out yourselves, just look at the way he treats you."

He looked right at the sith that came in the bar.

"As if you are all dogs waiting to be beckoned on a whim. Just cause they have special abilities and authority to flash in your faces."