Light Blades and Bullets.

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails groaned mentally. If there was anything. anything, she hated most in this world, it was men trying to romance her with drink. She hated this, not only did she see it as a shameless attempt to bait her into romance, but typically they bought the strongest drink possible at the bar. Atleast they should buy her something she likes. She shook her head from the drunkard across from her. She typically didn't want to smash people in the face..but that ugly smug mug of his.

CRACK

Rails wipped the butt of her gun, straight into the chin of the man, Sending him barreling back off of his seat, releasing a yelp of pain as his chin now needed stitches . Rails tipping the brim of her hat down.

"Do me a favor. won'cha, And shut the hell up." She glared down apon the man, stepping off of her barstool, sending a firm boot into his groin. allowing her ears to withstand his sobbing, she found this much bearable with the entertainment of watching him sob for abit. Her eyes glaring down like daggers apon him.

Bystanders shuffle wearily around the woman. @jamessour

 

[jamessour]

Tarnit's trails had grown extremely cold. He had been chasing some small murmurs of the Exchange around Coruscant and Chandrilla, but came back with nothing. The Exchange was professional and good at covering their tracks. So, Tarnit did what anyone would do when searching for a secret criminal organization - find a bar in the scummiest part of the galaxy and wait for a drunk employee to say something they shouldn't. It's not like he had anything better to do.

He had frequented Nar Shadda more often as a Jedi. This was the first time he had come back since leaving the order. It was strange, while he would have generally felt a sense of danger upon landing on the Smuggler's Moon, all he felt was loneliness. He was truly just another lone soul pretending he had purpose.

He found his way to the nearest cantina from the Space Port. It was nice; it was a place where an Exchange employee might find themselves. That and it was convenient. Tarnit needed a drink and didn't feel like walking far. His soul was tired.

Taking his place at the bar, he ordered a drink. It wasn't long before he closed his eyes and allowed the force to guide his ears and thoughts. To his left a man, quite unashamedly, had approached one of the only female patrons of the establishment. It didn't even seem like the man got a chance to get a sentence out when the women smashed his face with her gun.

The man fell back, and the women stepped on the man. Tarnit's eyes shot open and took in the situation. He was still trying to imagine his role now that he wasn't a Jedi. He sipped his drink as he took in the scene. At least the guy deserved it.

Tarnit chuckled, deciding on ending the violence with conversation. "Nice shot. Do you generally pistol-whip men without giving them a chance?" His voice was laced with sarcasm.

@ZeroOrgan

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails was about to send another boot into his family crystals . Before someone gave her abit of sass. She paused her glance at the crying man at her feet, placing a cigar in her mouth, and lighting it quickly afterwards. Giving a long pause, filled with dead silence as the Cantina returned to their normal drinking and talking. She turned to face the man, It was a hard to read, blank expression as she looked him up and down. Giving him a slight sigh.

"Only the ugly ones, thankfully I would put you in that boat. Maybe its fate, but something tells me that your face is unbashable, Must be the perfume~"

 

[jamessour]

Tarnit laughed warmly. "I haven't been known to win any beauty contests, that's for sure. As for my face," Tarnit smirked, "It's been bashed before... but the perfume does seem to help."

Taking a sip, he gestured for her to sit down again. "I'm not stupid enough to offer you a drink, but company is hard to find in a place like this. Can I offer you a conversation? Perhaps I'll share my perfume with you." Tarnit missed people. His travels had made him lonely. A conversation would serve him well, and perhaps help with his quest.

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails squinted, processing what she should do. In an instant, she smiled, her unreadable expression crackling down by a mad giggle and a broad smile. "Alright! Wouldn't mind a uh...conversation.. my self..hehehe- , Anyway" She attempted to distract her social obsessions , going to sit back down apon her stool, still holding back an awkward giggle. "People call me Rails~, Pleasure meeting you".

 

[jamessour]

Tarnit nodded. "The pleasure is mine!" Extending his right hand to shake he said, "I'm Tarnit. And on behalf of all masculine peoples: I apologize on his behalf!" Tarnit gestured to man who had only started getting up.

His plan had worked. He ended conflict without conflict. If only the Jedi Order could get their heads out of their rear ends and figure that out. Sure there was a time for conflict - but not without strict guidelines.

Planning on using this conversation to blend in, he was interested in how the interaction would flow. In his past he was hunting down criminals... now he felt like one.

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails giggled awkwardly, nodding as she gave him a quirky firm handshake. She decided to take off her hat for once, placing it on the bar infront of her. Smiling as she looked back towards Tarnit. "Im Rails, Pleasure meetin'cha." She giggled awkwardly again. Swinging her six shooter right back into its holster., Her right hand knocking for the bartender.

"Tell me uhhh..Tarnit. Sorry! Oh, - Uh...-, Yea!" Her speech is choppy with quirks. "Whatcha doin in this hellhole?" Rails managed to produce. Nailed it. she thought.

 

[jamessour]

She seemed awkward. She repeated herself, and stumbled over her words. What a difference from the woman who just owned a suitor...
Twisting slightly, Tarnit faced her. "I'm here for business, belief it or not. Stopped in here for a quick drink after getting off a shuttle from Corellia." He didn't feel bad for evading the truth. In fact, the mistruths came from him so easily it almost frightened him.

"What about yourself?"

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails sighed, brushing hair from her face as she took a gulp of whiskey. "Getting shot.." She said this bluntly, no awkwardness, only resolve , and sorrow. She looked down into her drink, pouring her self another shot, and gulping it down. She placed her Six shooter on the table, It was empty of bullets, this was evident. She merely began to examine its features. She spoke again. "Im tired with life, so, I joined up with the Accord, wanted to die shooting. Hasn't worked out well for me.. . . "

 

[jamessour]

Her response was... different. She seemed like anyone person in the galaxy who wished for their life to have purpose or to end... Tarnit related... his smile faded as she spoke.

"So... You joined as a form of suicide?" Tarnit observed her pistol as well. It was beautiful. A slug-thrower interesting.

"Surely you have some motivation in life other than finding creative ways to die."

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails balled a fist, it looked like she could've damn well slammed the table, her tone confirmed such. "Look, I aint lookin to kill myself.. So it aint suicide. " She sighed, rubbing a hand to her forehead, frowning .

To his second statement, she shook her head. "Life is boring enough as it is, why I risk my ass all the time. Somehow, I always make it out alive, with my enemy toast." Red twirled the six shooter into its holster. looking back down to the counter. "And..for the motivation thin'? I aint got no other, I aint got big dreams, Just want to die with a bang~, So, here I am, dancin' the line between life and death." She took another shot .

 

[jamessour]

"No get feisty." Tarnit traced the rim of his glass with his finger, trying to decide if he wanted another drink.

"You want to die doing what you love. You want to live doing what you love. That makes sense." Tarnit made eye contact with the bartender and tapped his glass. The Bartender smiled and poured him a fresh beverage. Tarnit quietly thanks him.

"But you are signed with the Accord? What is that like?" Perhaps they had some connection with the Exchange.

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails calmed her cool for now, nodding to the bartender for another shot. Rails appearing to get one to many into her cups. "Accord? They're good people.., The 'good' kind of mercenaries. Like Jedi mercenaries.. They only work for good causes and stuff.., They tend to accept folk all over, Criminal or not, why I ended up with them" She sighed, shaking her head, her voice slurred during her speech. "They pay well, and dont want my head on their trophy wall, that's enough for me." Rails shook her head absently, the drink fading away her awkward speech skills .

 

[jamessour]

Tarnit smirked as Rails spoke. "The Jedi are acting like mercenaries themselves it seems." Tarnit raised his glass to his lips and took a big drink.
Sighing, he cotinued. "So tell me, the Accord tends to work for good causes and stuff. I'm sure you have met all sorts of people. Have you heard of The Exchange at all?"

Tarnit knew that she probably hadn't worked for them, though it was possible, but if she had encountered them, it could give him an edge in his hunt.

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails was one too many into her cups, she shook her head, her voice heavily slurring, and she seemed to growing easily irritated. "I know'em, Aint gonna talk..hic. So.Stop Askin'.." She slurred over her words, her expression changing deeply, she shook her head, moving to grab her hat and stand "I'd like to leave on..a.hhhappy..note.." Her voice continued to slur, She loaded her revolver manually as she went to leave.

 

[jamessour]

She knew them. This was too important to pass up. Tarnit raised his left hand slowly and focused on the force. Perhaps she is drunk enough for this to work. Calling upon the force he spoke, "You want to tell me what you know about the Exchange. Let me buy you another drink." It was a classic Jedi mind trick. It was risky at best. They generally worked only on weak minded people - though she was inebriated. Tarnit wasn't an expert at mind manipulation, but he had some ability in the subject.

If it was successful, it would provoke Rails to sit down and speak. If unsuccessful... well Tarnit was ready to get the information by any means necessary. That's why he carried a blade.

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails groaned verbally as she leaved, ,glancing back to the man with an unreadable expression, with her revolver now loaded she was a dangerous woman. She paused, staring at him for a long pause, her mind processing and .fighting the jedi mind trick. If anything it probably would've worked if she had a few more, Rails could handle a drink, its just that she wasn't drunk enough to be fooled. The words were ringing in Rails head...bad memories, jail, exchange, all these keywords floated through her head. She swung up her revolver, now shaky sad eyes. Taking a few rapid steps back, much of like a stammer, before going to bolt out the door and around the corner to the left. Attempting to make her escape. She didn't feel like shooting anyone today.

 

[jamessour]

It apparently had no effect. Didn't surprise the former-Jedi, and he quickly stood. In one smooth motion, he reached in his pocket, and paid for his (and Rail's) beverages as he moved for the door after her - only steps behind her.

As she rounded the door and sprinted to the left, Tarnit was only several feet behind her, his saber now in his hands, but still inactive.

Saying loudly, "Stop! I just need to know about the Exchange!" attempting to persuade her and not resort to violence; he didn't feel like stabbing anyone today.