Big Boy Stuff

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Well, I certainly thought it was funny." He said, referring to the neglected jedi code. "Of course, I'm not jedi anymore, just a gun for hire, much like our new found friend over here...minus the gun, of course. Yours is much prettier than mine." He said nodding to the mandalorians blaster.

As he did this he noticed now the detonator. "Pete, was it?" He asked, very slowly. "Are you aware how quick a jedi can move? The accuracy a sec-force sniper has with a blade? Are you aware that if I cut off your hand, midway up your forearm that your thumb will stay in place on that detonator?" He asked these all rather seriously, now taking a look at the man slightly differently as the cylindrical object that was one of his lightsabers slid down into his palm from an apparently attached holder under his shirtsleeves.

He sensed through the force there was danger, though he couldn't tell where the bomb itself was.

"And you're holding a deadmans switch, which means more often than not with my type, if it doesn't work as planned, you're a deadman." he added, though the lightsaber hadn't yet ignited, he focused, it was true often the muscles stayed closed enough, as though frozen in their last thoughts, of course he might also be able to keep the pressure on the trigger with the force, his life was spent developing the telekenetic abilities needed for his roll, that too, he thought would feasibly work...

 

[Tokuhara]

"Well, I certainly thought it was funny." He said, referring to the neglected jedi code. "Of course, I'm not jedi anymore, just a gun for hire, much like our new found friend over here...minus the gun, of course. Yours is much prettier than mine." He said nodding to the mandalorians blaster.

As he did this he noticed now the detonator. "Pete, was it?" He asked, very slowly. "Are you aware how quick a jedi can move? The accuracy a sec-force sniper has with a blade? Are you aware that if I cut off your hand, midway up your forearm that your thumb will stay in place on that detonator?" He asked these all rather seriously, now taking a look at the man slightly differently as the cylindrical object that was one of his lightsabers slid down into his palm from an apparently attached holder under his shirtsleeves.

He sensed through the force there was danger, though he couldn't tell where the bomb itself was.

"And you're holding a deadmans switch, which means more often than not with my type, if it doesn't work as planned, you're a deadman." he added, though the lightsaber hadn't yet ignited, he focused, it was true often the muscles stayed closed enough, as though frozen in their last thoughts, of course he might also be able to keep the pressure on the trigger with the force, his life was spent developing the telekenetic abilities needed for his roll, that too, he thought would feasibly work...

The Mandalorian looks at the former Jedi and smiles, respecting the abandonment of the Jedi Code in favor of practicality. Now sitting, he slides a drink to the Jedi

"My friend. I like you. Have this drinl on me. As for Pete, he's lower than the Jawa droppings I scrape off my boots. He doesn't deserve to live, but is not worth the time, energy, nor ammunition to kill him. Either way, he's a waste of breath. If I had my way, I'd just kill him here and now, but seeing as how the price on his head probably wouldn't buy me a decent drink, I have no need to kill him."

The Mandalorian stands up, leaving his tab on the bar with a kind tip. He finishes his cigarette, placing his helmet back on and starts to leave.

 

[DeathToll]

"And you seem oddly bent on proving how many testicles you have."

Tright spoke almost incoherently over his shoulder, now in the most awkward position - holding his nose with his left hand and still unable to free his right hand from the detonator within his vest, all the while twisted around towards the bartender and still listening to the anxious now known as 'ex' Jedi behind him.

Tright's right hand, hair trigger within, was now wrapped underneath his left elbow that reached up to that bracing left hand upon his nose. It seemed as though the moment for a Gamorrean stand-off had passed and this guy still wanted some pain. Catching wind of this guy's eagerness to cleave flesh, Tright almost turned around but noticed the bartender bring him that much needed ice. Instead, Tright shook his head and waved his left hand shooing the glass of ice away.

"N-."

He almost spoke the word 'no', more revved up on the inside about it, and called for a shot of that whiskey in the bottle straight above. The bartender seemed more in a hurry to bring expensive alcohol to the human rather than a cup of ice. And before it could even be set down - Tright grabbed it and shot it back, tossing a light spray of blood from his nose.

Tright was fed up with this guy and all his questions, and felt no love for the Mandolorian either; and just to piss off this ex-Jedi, Tright belligerently brushed all that meaningless feather-fluffing off of his shoulder.

"...And are you aware that I didn't hear a damn thing you just said?"

This guy had no clue. He didn't know where the trap was set or even what kind of trap it was. They didn't know how extensive Tright experimented with his toys or how much he played with them... of course, mostly in the privacy of his own home. They had a good five/six feet between them and Tright's back was turned. He couldn't accept that this ex-Jedi would forgo a good kill and simply stab Tright in the back, but he was prepared for it. He had a nice long concealed weapon that would surprise this brazen antagonist and his thought-to-be invulnerable beam of light. Hey, if he wanted some of this, he'd have to come and get it.

Having been talking this whole time to the bar and its lovely bottles all lined up pretty, Tright tweaked his head as if to change perspective so that the Mando would know who Tright was addressing - still with his back to them both. This Mandalorian was quick to spit, but slow to back it up with some real substance.

"And as for you ...Would it help if I put a price on my head?"

'Ex-Jedi' certainly rang the bell in Tright's gauging of fighting skill, as did Mandalorian, but he needed more than that. Tright was looking for more than just a good fighter, but someone who could see three/four moves ahead for the sake of the bigger picture. Still, Tright wasn't about to let these guys go unattended just yet.

 

[Tokuhara]

"And you seem oddly bent on proving how many testicles you have."

Tright spoke almost incoherently over his shoulder, now in the most awkward position - holding his nose with his left hand and still unable to free his right hand from the detonator within his vest, all the while twisted around towards the bartender and still listening to the anxious now known as 'ex' Jedi behind him.

Tright's right hand, hair trigger within, was now wrapped underneath his left elbow that reached up to that bracing left hand upon his nose. It seemed as though the moment for a Gamorrean stand-off had passed and this guy still wanted some pain. Catching wind of this guy's eagerness to cleave flesh, Tright almost turned around but noticed the bartender bring him that much needed ice. Instead, Tright shook his head and waved his left hand shooing the glass of ice away.

"N-."

He almost spoke the word 'no', more revved up on the inside about it, and called for a shot of that whiskey in the bottle straight above. The bartender seemed more in a hurry to bring expensive alcohol to the human rather than a cup of ice. And before it could even be set down - Tright grabbed it and shot it back, tossing a light spray of blood from his nose.

Tright was fed up with this guy and all his questions, and felt no love for the Mandolorian either; and just to piss off this ex-Jedi, Tright belligerently brushed all that meaningless feather-fluffing off of his shoulder.

"...And are you aware that I didn't hear a damn thing you just said?"

This guy had no clue. He didn't know where the trap was set or even what kind of trap it was. They didn't know how extensive Tright experimented with his toys or how much he played with them... of course, mostly in the privacy of his own home. They had a good five/six feet between them and Tright's back was turned. He couldn't accept that this ex-Jedi would forgo a good kill and simply stab Tright in the back, but he was prepared for it. He had a nice long concealed weapon that would surprise this brazen antagonist and his thought-to-be invulnerable beam of light. Hey, if he wanted some of this, he'd have to come and get it.

Having been talking this whole time to the bar and its lovely bottles all lined up pretty, Tright tweaked his head as if to change perspective so that the Mando would know who Tright was addressing - still with his back to them both. This Mandalorian was quick to spit, but slow to back it up with some real substance.

"And as for you ...Would it help if I put a price on my head?"

'Ex-Jedi' certainly rang the bell in Tright's gauging of fighting skill, as did Mandalorian, but he needed more than that. Tright was looking for more than just a good fighter, but someone who could see three/four moves ahead for the sake of the bigger picture. Still, Tright wasn't about to let these guys go unattended just yet.

The Mandalorian chuckles, now noticing the Thermal Detonator. Impressive hardware for a lowlife wamp rat to be carrying. Within seconds, the Mando had his blaster drawn again and had fired a warning shot just past Tright's left ear, opening the top of a Tarisian Ale bottle without just melting the glass. He signals the barkeep to set the bottle on the table so the Mando can drink it. He then steps beside Tright, eyeing the detonator.

"Is that a Mark 6 detonator? Because if it is, you're Deadman switch actually could fail. You see, modifying a Mark 6 to support a Deadman switch can actually cause the detonator to become essentially a short-fused bomb capable of leveling a city block. So boy, are you willing to kill yourself, the entire bar, and about 1% of the planet?"

 

[Veritas et Lux]

The bar had seemed to turn from ridiculous fun and laughter to hostile standings in the blink of an eye. She backed herself up and looked around for her 'makeup' in her satchel, unzipping the top. Her hand moving around caught the grip of her saberstaff inside. Looking up again with widened eyes at the surprise of a detinator in her harasser's hand, she uttered the words, "No body is dying tonight. I'm sure that we can all back off slowly and go about our business... For the sake of innocents at least, and if not for innocents than for the sake of our own decency,"

She held fast to the Jedi code, unlike her friend, and definitely unlike the antagonizing drunk.
"I guess it just wasn't a good day to go out..." She managed to herself with rhetoric.

 

[Tokuhara]

The bar had seemed to turn from ridiculous fun and laughter to hostile standings in the blink of an eye. She backed herself up and looked around for her 'makeup' in her satchel, unzipping the top. Her hand moving around caught the grip of her saberstaff inside. Looking up again with widened eyes at the surprise of a detinator in her harasser's hand, she uttered the words, "No body is dying tonight. I'm sure that we can all back off slowly and go about our business... For the sake of innocents at least, and if not for innocents than for the sake of our own decency,"

She held fast to the Jedi code, unlike her friend, and definitely unlike the antagonizing drunk.
"I guess it just wasn't a good day to go out..." She managed to herself with rhetoric.

The Mando laughs, looking over his shoulder at the young Jedi, as he tilts his pistol against the back of Tright's skull, a quarter inch below the Medulla Oblongatta. He presses it into the notch, ready to shoot should he need to.

"What's wrong Miss? Afraid of Death? Pity this boy is barely competent enough to put himself in a suicide situation: Either become the new paint on the wall, be turned into Basalisk lunch, or make headlines on the nightly news. Too bad boy...

 

[DeathToll]

"Op... Might want to keep those pretty eyes on me big-boy!"

Tright interrupted whatever the apparently ill trained bounty hunter was rambling on about, Tright not being the best listener anyhow. But this Mando was ridiculous. This Mandalorian was truly and utterly brainless. The 'ex-Jedi' Tright could understand (the ex-Jedi having the speed enough to back up his previous claim to sever his hand without loosening the grip upon the detonator), but this Mando ...was he really willing to shoot Tright in the back of the head, only to risk blowing all of them (including himself) into space dust? Not to mention, with Tright's skills (somewhat experimented Force abilities), how easily he could have just then jerked out of the line of fire and slammed the unsuspecting Mando's teeth into the bar top. Of course, Tright restrained himself as enjoying this playful back and forth more than bustin' up a trigger happy jerk-off.

"And WOW, really? You could see that?"

Tright gave off that very much delayed reaction to the Mando's keen eye for trigger types. Of course, he was right as far as the trigger itself being of a Mark 6, but as for the device that this now re-worked and practically empty switch was reprogrammed to was entirely different.

Tright had hoped that the girl would have seen through his facade, as his angle was far less dangerous than what it seemed. His skills were indeed ferocious, but that which he held in his hands (unbeknownst to any and all around him) was actually much less so - though still more than extremely effective and reliable. He would know. He made it and tested it himself, twenty for twenty.

"Really! Great eye! But no."

Tright let his words sink in to the Mando who was allowed to hold that gun there, so peacefully; like a rambunctious teenager practically holding the barrel sideways. Tright turned his head slowly so the tip of the gun would have slid along side and stopped at his temple, his eyes checking the positions of each contender; and even making sure the girl hadn't come to any harm on his account. Tright simply smirked, bringing his eyes finally to his so-called and current executioner - the Mandalorian.

"...dug out the hardware myself, for convenience. This here will knock yer socks off good enough though."

Pausing only for a second, Tright searched the Mandalorian's eyes for gumption and grit.

"You seem awfully confident, though, with an ex-Jedi at your back? Seems a little odd - a Mandalorian backing up some Jedi... How about we do what the lady asks and settle this species to species?"

Already concluding that the Mandalorian would not take him up on his offer, he thought he'd at least play a little mind game to find out what he was dealing with.. other than a lackluster groupie. It would be a good fight though. Tright had only fought one other Mandalorian, and it was not pleasant.

Tright almost immediately tilted to make visible the ex-Jedi who was now completely concealed by the hovering Mandalorian.

"...I'll deal with you in a sec."

Then he referred back to the Mandalorian, so as not to let his pride go unwavered whilst Tright moved back and forth as if he didn't even care that an incredibly effecient man-killer of a gun was aimed point blank at him.

"Oh, oh, ...that's the spot."

Tright placed his temple back against the barrel for the Mando, allowing him the decision of a good ole fist fight.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"How about you disarm your toy there, then we'll talk about doing like the well meaning, but ill informed to the ways of the galaxy lady there wants." he said simply.

((Short post is short, terribly sorry >_< ))

 

[DeathToll]

"oh..."

The straight forward statement caught Tright off guard, as he was used to those who always played along with his games. But he was definitely used to playing others games, as he saw it.

"I'm game if you are."

Tright simply put it back in the ex-Jedi's hands. Was no telling what the Mandalorian would do now, as Tright reached into his vest with both hands now to disarm the simple flash bomb trigger. Yup. That's all he was planning. Would'a made a loud bang and stung the hell outta everybody's eyes, but that's it.

Pulling free both hands, now stretching them out; his hands, in fact, would be the only thing the ex-Jedi would be able to see with this Mandalorian in the way. Tright still showed no fear with his back against the bar top, as he had none, and stood with the weapon basically to his face - a light blood stream down from his nose.

 

[Tokuhara]

"Very Clever boy. Trying to bluff your way out of a garunteed loss... I'm slightly impressed. Here's the thing though: Never mess with a Mandalorian who doesn't fear death. I've fought in many a war, and lost many comrades. Hell, I caused the death of my own team..."

The Mandalorian grabs the rather large bottle of Tarisian Ale, chuging it dry. He sets the bottle down, unphased by the alcohol in his system

"So next time you plan on bluffing, be sure my pistol isn't aimed at your head."

The Mando returns his pistol to his holster, heading to a far back booth so he can continue drinking away the painful memories of his now-deceased team...

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

He actually did have to laugh. "Ballsy kid..." he said signaling to the bartender to order another ale. "But leave the girl alone, or at least if you're going to hit on her do it the right way." He said, sending a telepathic message to the bartender who was turned around pouring another ale, thus thinking Jukka only spoke to him. After the ale was finished he poured a second java juma and slid it to the woman as Jukka put down enough credits for both. "Sorry for the trouble." he said with a slight wink at Misha, then turned to sit at the bar.

((yaaaay properly sized posts from me! =P))

 

[DeathToll]

It was as he predicted. The overconfident but skilled Mandalorian withdrew without a fuss, off to a booth in the back. Shirking his vest tight against the back of his neck with a two handed grip, Tright curled that smirk half-way up the side of his face and turned back to the bar. Lifting his hands again as if to surrender to the ex-Jedi's wishes, Tright almost laughed. After all, he had only wished to gather a crowd the best way he knew how - by offending the nearest and hottest female. Why he decided to draw that crowd, was yet to be seen; but it might still have been worth it.

Now stepping back up to the bar, Tright reached for some bev-naps piled in a nice little square on the back end of the counter top and wiped away some blood from beneath his nose. His eyes starred up, waiting for the bartender to turn back around after pouring that ale. And with a nasally breath, he spoke.

"I'll take that ice back now."

Tright now leaned next to the ex-Jedi, though in a much less space-intruding manner than before with Misha. He was definitely curious.

"So, it's down to us... You've got my name..."

Tright then heard the glass of ice being plopped down next to him, reached blindly for a cube, and nearly shoved it up his right nostril.

"...But what's yours?"

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

He sighed, he was going to regret this possibly. "Jukka, ex-jedi, currently sniper for higher, et cet and so on of various mercenary type titles and so on." he said waving a hand about as he understated himself somewhat, before turning back to his ale and taking it back to where he was previously seated.

 

[DeathToll]

"One... Jukka. Two... Jedi gone sniper. Which is the stranger?"

Tright tapped his chin with his pointer finger, acting out his contemplation of which route would get underneath Jukka's skin the most.

"Ahhh bartender!"

The extremely done bartender had had it with Tright, but turned to face him nonetheless - as Tright treated him as that 'announcer guy' or 'show-host'.

"...Door number two, please."

Turning back to Jukka, as the bartender had served his current purpose for Tright, the obvious was about to be questioned... regardless that Jukka had made it clear he did not want to talk about it. But, if that was a closed door, Tright would move on to the next closed door and the next after that until one would finally open for him. It was the way he did things.

"How the kriff does a Jedi ditch his bawdy glow-stick for a spittin' telescope?!?"

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"I snipe with my glowy stick. Think a telekenetically controlled javelin that can hit you from two or three hundred yards out, even if you're moving out of it's path." he said taking another drink. Yep, he regretted it. This wasn't what he liked to do particularly, explain what he can do. Usually he just did it, rather than this whole talking thing. In all honesty he couldn't really figure out why the kid just didn't leave the bar now that the female was gone.

 

[DeathToll]

"Whoa! Nice!"

The words that spat from Tright's lips were unclear as to their intent, as he now focused on a fine Twi'lek serving drinks all the way on the other side of the next section. His head tweaked and bent to see her through the crowd as she walked, his tongue practically drooling a waterfall of salivation out from his mouth. Tright had stepped just away from the bar, stepping only to counter the difficulty to see her - as he meant to follow up more annoying questions to this ex-Jedi, but was rudely interrupted.

Out of nowhere, some sneaky little thief bumped up against Tright's left hip and began running past him.

"HEY!"

Tright immediately turned, snapped out a line drive of a throw with his pistol that shot straight for the back of the creep's head - the butt of the gun spinning with great speed (as not much can change Tright's focus when he's starring at a girl, but when it does ...he prefers Dos Equis... I mean when it does - he snaps into action, like he did here) that nearly killed the thief with a loud crack that most everyone nearby heard.

The thief stumbled to his face, groaning. Tright stepped over, picked up his pistol, then searched him for his valuable. Sort of sneaking the stolen item back into his left hip pouch, the lay-over flap dangling up in the air, he wished to keep that more a secret to others; as he valued that antique of a pistol over others strangely.

Tright stood back up and looked over to the bar to make sure the Jukka hadn't disappeared from sight.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

Jukka had, in fact downed his drink and started heading for the exit at that moment hoping that the distraction would be enough to get away, however he could feel through the force Tright looking for him as he was about halfway through the door he knew he would be spotted. Squinting slightly as his eyes adjusted to the sun outside on coruscants streets he waited, knowing the other would likely catch up with him anyway.

 

[DeathToll]

"Hey! Hey, Jukki!"

Tright called out annoyingly, bumping into every bystander and passer-by whilst cranking his neck to check every beauty along his way; waving his hand in the air so flamboyantly.

"Jukki, my man. Ya gotta tell me when we're leavin-eck!"

Just then, a bouncer strapped a crank of a bicep around Tright's unsuspecting neck and demanded payment for the drinks. Tright choked, taking a moment but leading to a lifting two fingers pinching a colorful cred-chip. The bouncer released him with a swipe at the chip and returned back inside. Tright busted out a laugh, as he had lifted the money from the bouncer's own pocket. Tright wasn't broke by any means. In fact, he was rich; but found it funny that the bouncer would soon realize what just happened and come running back out.

Taking the intuitively timed initiative and searching for his own wallet, Tright proceeded to small talk with Jukka.

"So where ya headed Jukkster? Where-where... where's your destination?"

Obviously drunk and sliding in and out of characters, Tright found it most entertaining to now act all secret-agent-man with a lowered voice. Shifty eyed and holding his wallet in close, he held frozen in wait for Jukka's answer...

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"You call me anything but my name and I'm going to use the force to crush your eyeballs." He said mildly annoyed, but actually half way contemplating the idea. Why on earth this man was following him was beyond Jukkas understanding, but it didn't matter. He pulled out a data pad and pulled up a list of speeder companies in the area, and signaled one. The wait time, he was told, would be about 5-10 minutes. Faaantastic.

 

[DeathToll]

"Whatcha ...whatcha got thereOOOOOOH nice data pad is that a new model so-ho-ho feisty, could ya teach me that could you... wait... could you teach me to do that?"

Trght was all over the place now, and reacting physically to Jukka's statement while ignoring with his words. He crossed the entire spectrum of emotion in that one run-on-sentence, nearly tearing up at the end. He was being himself, but at the same time - 'himself' was very fake and caricatured along every extreme like a pinball bouncing off of anything that gave him play.

Tright knew of his dormant connection with the Force, but by no means knew of its potential; as he'd written it off as what most beings share as a common spike of the tiniest proportion ...he was wrong. In fact it is quite a substantial connection that he doesn't fail to drown day in and day out with all types of alcohol and lifestyle that calls away from any self awareness.

Soon enough, the bouncer barged back out of the front entrance looking in every direction for Tright but couldn't quite pinpoint his location. Tright had yet to notice, but was still making quite the show; becoming a little bored with the 'guys night out' thing, and began calling any and all women close by over to them. Tright started asking girls what they thought of Jukki..uh.. ah... Jukka is what Tright said, and tried getting a small after party going right there on the pathways of the square.

"LITTLE LADAY! LITTLE LADAY!! You know you can join this partay any time you wanna?!?"