Rodians will be Rodians...

[WhiteSheWolf]

~Blaster fire ripped through the air Brooke’s head had inhabited an instant ago, adding an acrid tang to the already pungent air of Coruscant’s back alleys. Brooke’s auspiciously timed forward roll was the only thing that saved her from being a blood smear on the concrete street beneath her feet.~

“Damn Rodians!”

~Brooke growled, dodging behind a durasteel dumpster in an attempt to break their line of sight. All she had done was give some, ah, brief commentary on their conversation. It had been poignant, really, advice to be written down. No need to get violent…but Rodians being Rodians…a bolt ricocheted off the dumpster now behind Brooke and came within inches of her right calf. They were getting closer. And more accurate. How am I going to get out of this one?~

~ Brooke spun around a corner, almost tripped, cursed. Aha! The Outlander Club. It was a block over. Large enough to get lost in, for sure. There were two possibilities: either A; Brooke barged in and the big, friendly bouncers kept the nasty Rodians from hurting the damsel-in-distress, or B; the big, friendly bouncers recognized Brooke Antell for the thief she was, threw both herself and the nasty Rodians to the authorities. Which really wasn’t even a problem – unless of course the authorities were those god-forsaken Jedi. Both options were preferable to the cessation of life. To the Outlander Club Brooke ran.~

…

~Brooke sprinted headlong through the automatic doors of The Outlander Club, straight into the arms of a burly Gamorrean. Ew. Luckily for Brooke, the Rodians – hot on her tail with blasters drawn – were more of an apparent threat than little ol’ Brooke. The Gamorrean (and Zabrak guarding with him) stopped the enraged Rodians at the door. Brooke slipped into the milling crowd now forming at the entrance to the cantina and made her way to the first empty barstool she found – a nice spot at the end of the bar with the wall to one side, but still in sight of the doors. That was way too close. Brooke ran a hand through her short, bright red hair and motioned to the bartend for a drink as she caught her breath. Now, Brooke thought, swiveling on the stool to survey the Club beyond, let’s get this night started. ~

 

[FallenKeeper]

The sounds of excited voices, clinking drinks and droning music pervaded the air. A crowd of mixed species pulsed as their bodies moved to the beat. A few men stood almost completely still on the dance floor, swaying only in motion with the women they had paired with. Those women, however, moved their bodies in such a way that Thair himself was prompted to join the mass.

He entered The Outlander Club almost half an hour ago needing a mood boost. After visiting his mother's grave he always felt a bit depressed. Clubbing seemed to be the perfect outlet, even if he was twelve years older than the usual crowd of patrons. Moving his feet to the beat, Thair squeezed through the throng and headed to the bar. Just before he got there a woman spun around a in barstool, practically facing him.

She had a rather relaxed look on her face that was similar to that of someone who'd just evaded danger. He knew the look well. Under his brown robe Thair's lightsaber clinked quietly but was muted by the ambience of the club. Walking briskly after escaping the crowd, Thair approached the bar and motioned for the bartended. "Joss!" he shouted, hoping to get the Chagrian's attention. But as he stared at the back of her plated head he realized she was too wrapped up in orders to notice Thair. "Oh joy," the man stated and turned about, bracing his arms on the counter behind him.

 

[Niklas]

The Dark Man sat concealed at a booth. His eerie eyeball helmet surveyed the surrounding area for a victim. He suddenly shook with rage.
"God dammit..."
He stopped himself. He didn't want to ruin his chances with another breakdown. He scanned the area once more before sitting blankly.

 

[WhiteSheWolf]

((I apologize for the absence; I was at karate))

~The Outlander was a nicer establishment than Brooke was used to. She scanned the crowd - much less on guard than usual - simply surveying. It might be nice to come here once and awhile... Brooke mused, after all, everyone needed a - who was that? In one of those odd instance the crowd parted slightly, and Brooke was staring at a man, head shaved, dark robes, tall - well, tall to Brooke, but who wasn't? Curiousity. Who was he? Brooke jumped as the drink she had ordered slid across the bar with unprecedented speed. The youth snatched a hand out and saved her ice-cold Ruby Bliel from an otherwise disastrous fall. What was with her tonight? She was never this oblivious.~

~Brooke started again when the man she had been staring at leaned on the bar a short distance from her. She took a long sip from her drink, trying to calm the nerves that shouldn't have been bothering her. Stupid, stupid Rodians. She glanced at the man to her left, with much more subtlety this time, but said nothing. There was something about him.~

 

[Potentially]

The Fastest Squib Alive Enters

Spoiler: Squibber Alert

An adventurous, three foot tall, and fifteen year old Squib shot right past the bouncers dealing with the Rodians. He was the precocious little fifteen year old, Picon Russe, and he was the fastest Squib alive. He had just sneaked out of his parents house on his trusty blue Hoverboard. The Squib went right in through the door and front flipped off his board, and as he landed he grabbed the board down with him. Picon walked over to a stool that was nearby a human by the name of Brooke Antell. There he simply ordered some blue milk which he was very fond of, and for the fact he wasn't old enough to legally drink. His parents were still at the hotel, and they were only going to be there for a little while until they had to go back home to Skor II. They were only there for a business trip that Picon's parents needed to go on. Picon had heard of the famous club from a hotel pamphlet that he had gotten so he went to check it out. Picon waited for someone to talk to him since he wasn't exactly from the planet, and he didn't exactly know anyone.

 

[WhiteSheWolf]

"Um, aren't you a little young to be here, kid?"

~Brooke said, eyeing the - gosh - three foot tall - boy beside her. Though Brooke could care about as much for her own parents as Bantha fodder, she found herself wondering who exactly this kid's parents were and why they would let him come to a place like this. It was late, as well. And cantina's were not very safe places. Well, not in Brooke's experience, at least.~

"Isn't it past your bed time?"

~Maybe if she pestered him enough, he'd go away.~

 

[Niklas]

The Dark Man listened closely to the conversation. He kept his presence unknown, along with his identity, thanks to the eyeball helmet. He noticed a very short Squib.

"Target aquired."

 

[Horizon]

(The picture could of been put in a spoiler link to be cut down on just size period)

While the crowd was bustling with life, Brayden stepped in through Cantina's doors and proceeded to a booth settled far in the back from prying eyes. His gear gleamed with its glossy black paint job, revealing it to be top of the line and worthy to flash in the public eye. Of course today he was far more than out of his element, Brayden was in Republic borders.

Stationed within Nar Shaddaa put himself practically put himself with the Hutts and could potentially drag him into some very deep, smelly dung if anyone had the nerve of trying to take him. But coming to this Cantina was very important to Brayden for the reason being that a fragment of his past was being brought to him. A fragment that he had to dispose of himself before finally moving on.

The night was still young and Brayden definitely noticed the influx of people surging inside of the Cantina for the night. Grabbing what drinks they could, grabbing at whatever they could on the opposite gender and sometimes the same, it was fairly interesting to watch as they went through the moments. Brayden almost wanted such a life but he enjoyed the hunt of men too much and his pride would not allow him to let the Guild to fall into a state of disrepair once more.

Checking his wrist-mounted holopad, Brayden checked for his inbox, noting that the time for the meeting was about to arrive. If his friend did not show up, he could only assume that he thought the Jade Galactic Tech was worth something. When in actuality without Brayden's suit it was just as good as a piece of trash. But he knew that his friend would arrive just perhaps a little later than usual. Trandoshans were funny like that.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Thair simply watched the dancing mob with eyes that were grey like storm clouds. His fingers, curled over the edge of the countertop, thrummed to the beat of the music. It was an interesting beat with a loud thumping bass and trilling hum that seemed to be looped through a synthesiser and played backwards. In truth it was rather catchy to the Swordmaster.

The Outlander Club seemed to always have some wild music playing but the present tunes were mellowing. There was a time when he himself was part of the regular crowd on Coruscant. Just a man living off of one paycheck and then the next. All that seemed far behind him as his present circumstances surged to the front of his mind. He had come here for a break from the norm but knew something else drew him precisely to the bar.

When a blue critter suddenly made a grand entrance Thair couldn't help but smirk. He wasn't a biologist but even he knew this creature was just a pup, kitten, cub, whatever. The look in his big eyes conveyed that certainly well enough. The woman, whom he had occupied the space next to, spoke up. Apparantly she was a little more concerned about the being than Thair thought was worth warranting.

"If he's here, I doubt words alone will send the little fella off," he began as he shifted his weight and pushed off the bar, "besides, for all we know he could be old for his species." Thair walked a few steps, brandishing a confident swagger as he did. There was something about the woman in front of him that made Thair's senses twitter with excitement. And though he didn't know it at the time, he would later come to conclude that it was the Force.

She was an attractive woman, but that alone wouldn't stir his curiousity. "After that drink," he looked her partially in the eye before glancing away casually, "would you like to hit the dance floor?" It seemed the proper time to start investigating the sensation.

 

[Niklas]

The Dark Man walked casually to the bar to order another martini. He adjusted his helmet. He tried dearly to remain calm and succeeded in doing so. The voices... They wont stop... Please...
He signaled to the barman once more.
"That's a mighty fine suit you got there."
The Dark Man replied with a simple nod.
The martini was placed on the table.

 

[Potentially]

The little blue squib began to drink his blue milk when he was suddenly called out to by the female next to him. While Picon Russe was excited for the chance to speak to someone in a more adult tone, it turns out that the lady was only interested in things pertaining to someone of his age. Before he was able to say anything, another man that was sitting next to her also commented and Picon agreed with what was being said by that man.

"Yeah, what he said, I'll have you know I just turned twenty five," the small squib quickly raised an eyebrow, "Exactly how old are you? I'm surprised you didn't get carded by the boun-," Picon cut himself off as he realize that she had gotten in by the same way he had, "Anyway, I'll have you know I'm the fastest thing alive..." Before the young squib could go off on what he was going to say, the other man sitting next to the woman had offered a dance to the woman. Being cheeky, Picon decided to interject with his own little quip, "Yeah, you should go for a dance with me," quickly cock-blocked the little rascal.

Quicker than wind, he got up, and between the woman and the man and acted as if it was all his idea. The smug little Picon flashed his cute smile that comes with being three feet tall, and a cute little fur ball. His over board was still linked to his back strap and was easily blocking the other male from view.

 

[WhiteSheWolf]

~Brooke rolled her eyes at the Squib~ "Twenty five. Uh huh. And I'm a Jedi Master."

~It was only then she took the time to regard Thair's words. Dance? Brooke Antell? Dance? Riiight. It took a good deal of her considerable amount of self-control to keep from bursting into laughter. But that wasn't the effect she wanted. She calmly rose her eyes to meet Thair's eyes, and let a smirk tug her lips upward. She chuckled. It could have been at the equally absurd offer of the squib to dance; but it wasn't, of course.~

"As much fun as that might be... No thanks," Brooke said. She turned back to her drink. At last her senses seemed to be returning. Her nerves were gone now - but there was something in the back of her mind. Menacing? Maybe. Something... not quite right. Brooke ignored the feeling. ~

 

[FallenKeeper]

"Oh good," answered Thair a moment after the rejection. He didn't seem disappointed or annoyed. A tone of relief could be detected in his voice, hinting at his demeanor. Whether or not she had accepted, the manner in which she replied was enough for him to reach out with the Force and feel the latent potential within the young woman.

Though a twirl on the dance floor would have been enjoyable, Thair had two left feet. He had grown accustomed to a life of intrigue and danger. Being casual and festive just no longer seemed to suit him at all. With a wide smile he dipped his head towards her before she turned away and then glanced down at the fuzz ball. "Have a good evening."

After the comment he joined the woman at the bar, this time fortunate enough to have Joss waiting with a bottle of Corellian wine and a single glass on the glossy violet countertop. "You seem frazzled," he said, picking up on Brooke's brief sensation of discomfort while pouring himself a glass. "Why don't you take a moment and ponder on your thoughts," he brought the wine glass up to his lips, giving her a brief smirk and a wink before downing the sweet smelling contents.

 

[Niklas]

Calmly taking the martini and flipping a credit to the barman, the DM calmly took sips through a specialized filtration system in his helmet. He smelled the air, thick with alchohol and airfreshener. He noticed the female that had been staring at him a while earlier. He approached her with a tip of his top hat.
Hmm... Now what have we here?

 

[Potentially]

The squib quickly jumped onto his hoverboard as he saw that everyone was standing. To make up for the height differences, Picon decided to hover in the air a couple of feet above ground. He had a great connection with his board and it was also the reason he was the fastest thing alive. The squib made no immediate clause to follow the two, but when he saw a peculiar man wearing classical clothing, he decided to follow for a closer look. Silently, he watched the man, curious of what the weird fellow would do.

 

[Niklas]

The Dark Man's raspy voice uttered such a phrase," However do you do?"
He said this with a tip of his hat. His etiquette was of such great manner that the othere patrons were in awe."My name is Ganikorus Dren."

 

[WhiteSheWolf]

~What a shame. Brooke had been expecting him to be at least a little put off. Instead, he winked at her. Seriously? Maybe Brooke should have stayed outside with the Rodians. This was precisely why she preferred the darker cantinas of Coruscant. Death threats? Running for her life? Perfect, exhilarating, life as usual. Strange winking men in bars and fuzzballs? Not her cup of tea. Interpersonal skills were far from Brooke's strong suit.~

" 'Ponder my thoughts'? Just what is that supposed to mean?"

~Brooke meant for the comment to come out at least a little bit rude, but Ganikorus Dren's approach prevented that. There’s that feeling again. She was not at a strategic advantage right now. In the corner between the wall and the bar, two substantially larger men in front of her. And the closest exit was, of course, the front which was blocked by throngs of people. She turned away from the both of them and sipped at her drink; as if ignoring. Nothing was going to happen. There were far too many innocents here. But Brooke couldn't help but assume the worst would happen. She turned back to face the Dren.~

“What do you want?” ~Short, terse, hard. There was steel in her blue eyes now.~

 

[Niklas]

(Don't call me the Dark Man, call me by the alias I introduced myself with)
"Nothing more than to introduce myself, madame."
Turning to the crowd of the patrons, he shouted "Next three rounds on me!"
Turning back to the woman, he stated in his polite and almost ancient way," Perhaps we could conversate on matters of current importance in society and such?"

 

[Niklas]

((Going to sleep now; will be on periodically throughout the day tomorrow and definitely on in the evening. I'll reply as soon as I can assuming everyone else has. Night! :D))

Goodnight. I'll be on about 3 o clock PST

 

[FallenKeeper]

Thair didn't have much time to give an answer to Brooke before she was turning her attention elsewhere. If she didn't understand his words then either she had very little to no training in the Force. At least that is what he had felt. The man downed a second glass of wine, letting the savory liquid's flavor linger over his taste buds. There was truly nothing more for him to say so he plastered on a mildly content smile and kept his senses keened with the Force.