Steeling in the Middle of the night.

[Seanna Vel]

In light of what is to take place the next day, Seanna found herself out in the open on a moon light night. Taking a walk along a path. Being a joy to get out of there for a time with all her father business. Even so she knew that he wouldn't like his only daughter to be wondering around with out some protection. Call it her own stubbornness or even that of the fact that she wanted to be a independent woman. In her mind she would fine with out an escort after all she was a warrior trained since she been early in her childhood.

Wondering deeper on the path that would take her to the cool crystal waters. Even then she couldn't help but feel as if something wasn't right. Shaking this off as to the fact she felt a little guilty for leaving with out telling her father. Even so she found herself at the lake. As if she wonder just what it would be like to travel the stars with out care. Then again reality set in for the fact that was being groom for something more. Even so there was a reason more then that her parents loved each other it was for the reason of hope. That she would be gifted with her mothers gift of psychometry After all her mother coming from such a planet as Kiffar.

Bending down to see her relation in the pale moon light only to find her figures upon it to make ripples getting larger and larger. Then it was going she was once again walking along the path before her on the shoreline. Even then she could tell now that she had been followed, only reaching down for the knife in her boot. Coming back up with it before calling out.

"Show your face." as if only clue came the ones out of the darkness. It happen so fast before she knew it she was falling herself against the rocks on the path there darkness took her.

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Her father had sent out a call to those that would help aid in getting his only daughter back. Would any came to answer this call.
@Ral Aran​

 

[Ral]

It had easily been years since Ral Vizsla had come to this planet. If he recalled correctly, he had been a teenager coming with his dad for some business negotiation of some sort. It was so long ago, Ral had difficulty recalling the details, or even who his father was meeting or why. Taking a deep breath, Ral picked up the glass in front of him, staring at the amber liquid inside of it for a few moments, swirling it around, watching how it clung to the sides of the tumbler. Frowning, brought it up to his lips and tilting his head back drank the whole two fingers in a single go. Coughing a little, Ral managed to place the empty glass down before his hand started spassing out on him. With a growl, Ral managed to release the glass, form a fist, and slam it into the wooden counter.

"Damn thing!" He swore as he tried to extend his fingers, "It's been acting up ever since we got off that pile of bantha dung world I found you on."

Glancing over to his side, Ral looked to his new friend and companion Bardan Kex, bandages still covering half of his face and looking worse for wear. In fact, they both looked worse for wear. Bags had started form under their eyes and lines on their faces from the lack of sleep and constant danger they had both been through. Out of the two of them, Kex looked much worse, though, his own recent experiences outweighing Ral's, though they both had a lot in common. Both had lost a great deal to those who used the Force, and both knew what it felt like to be hurt by them. Looking back at the bartender, Ral tapped the counter, indicating he wished to have a refill. Alcohol was one of the few things that helped keep the bad dreams away, or at the very least kept his thoughts from wandering too much at night.

As the barkeep refilled the glass, Ral's left gauntlet started beeping. Pressing a button, the small screen on it lit up, and Ral glanced at what he saw. His frown turned into a partial scowl as he saw what it was. A message from one of his father's old "partners" indicating that he needed help reclaiming a lost family member, a kidnapped daughter. Humming to himself as he brought the glass up to his face and downed the alcohol. "Looks like there's some sort of job offer. This guy wants people to help rescue his daughter from kidnappers? I dunno, what do you think?" He brought up the attached picture, "Think she's cute?"

Standing up, Ral paid his tab and motioned for Kex to join him. "C'mon," he said gruffly, "We can discuss it as we make our way back to our ship."

@Bardan Kex

 

[Bardan Kex]

Between the pain medication and heavy drinking, Bardan Kex wasn't even sure which planet they were on, hell he was pretty sure he didn't even remember how he and his new friend even made it to the bar. Yet here he found himself, in a strange bar, on a strange new world, drinking a not so strange beverage, surrounded by a bunch of drunk Mandalorians. These Mandalorians knew how to party, not a one of them seemed to be standing up right in the establishment and those who were did so with the support of their brethren as they sang songs from a small stage set up in the back. Bardan had at once felt kinsmenship with these people and rightly so, despite his Jedi upbringings these were his people, the people of his mother. It had been Ral who had reminded him of that after helping to rescue him from the Sith, Ral a Mandalorian who had never met him before, had rescued him when the Jedi had left him to his fate. He'd said something about the name Kex had been familiar to him, that it was the name of an extinct Clan that had once served House Kryze one of his... one of their Noble Families and a name many Kryze youth would take if they set out on their own for adventure. This name was what had alerted him to a Vod in need. He'd known somewhat of his origins all along, with memories of his mother in armor baring the now familiar T-Visor. A shout from one of the warriors on stage as he fell from it, dragged him from his self reflection, at least this time it hadn't been dwelling on the events that had lead him here. The atmosphere of the bar had done well to lift his spirits. He let out a loud laugh along with several others at the man's expense, for his part the man bounded up as best he could his arms raised victoriously, taking the fall in stride.

Beside him he heard heavy thud as Ral slammed his glass into the table, making a comment about the arm he had earned in their flight from the world, a bionic souvenir courtesy of the Sith. The remark and the sight made his right eye hurt even through the medication and alcohol, that whole scenario had cost him greatly, and the loss of an eye hadn't been what spurred on the past several nights of drinking. The Jedi... former Jedi downed his drink, allowing it to be refilled along side his friends as the comm chirped. Slurred comments about a job from one of the locals assaulted his ears, followed by an image of a cut red head and another round of questioning as to whether he though her cute.

"Y-yeah... I suppose so." he said, doing his best to focus the one eye on the image. He rocked gently, but unintentionally in his seat. "Honestly though at this point I'd probably consider the Hairless Wookie in the corner."

Beside him a Mando laughed at that, and Bardan jerked his thumb over his shoulder to a rather large female Mandalorian who's nose had clearly been broken far too many times. At this point how ever Ral had barely been listening as he paid off his tab, following suit Bardan would push himself up out of his seat and stumble his way out the tavern with his companion. For several minutes the pair would walk, heading down a series of dimly lit streets in the middle of the night until they came upon the door of a large manse.

"What? This isn't the ship." he would say, but the other warrior wasn't listening, his mind set on the goal he knocked hard on the door. "Ral I think we are too drunk for..." he would be cut off by the door opening and the sight of a very lovely young maid greeted him.

"Good evening." he'd manage to get out, reaching his hand out to the girl. "I'm Bardan Kex, and this is Ral Vizsla. We are here to help."

@Ral Aran @Seanna Vel

 

[Seanna Vel]

Seanna Vel's father manage to piece together some of the on going that happen at the time of her daughters disappearance. Even so there on his desk was one of his glasses that had in it one of the darkest finest whiskey that he had created at this point and time. Come to release that his worse nightmare had came true this causing him. To pick up the glass as he made his way to the window over looking his holdings, they had came into his hands over time. Even so now he fact what all this could bring him. That was those that wanted to take it way from him for their own.

Holding on tightly to the glass as he put it to his lips letting the ice hit his lips for a second before letting the liquor pass between her lips to his mouth the burning felt good to him. Now to wait for those that he had called upon to help get his only daughter back. If his wife had made it through child birth oh how he had loved her smile her loving touch. Each day as Seanna grew more into a lovely lady could see his wife the mother of his daughter in her.

Coming to the door as found himself opening them speaking to those of his men out side "I want them brought to me as soon as their foot touches the land around here."

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Everything was dark in Seanna world now. Even so there was sounds of foot steps and the mumbles of words. Finding out that there was more then anything she just wanted to go back to that night and be safe once again in her father loving arms. Even so she let herself stay curled up in a balled for now she didn't know what she was doing or what but one thing was for sure.

If there was a well she would get through this all, in one peace then only then she would bring down the ones responsible for it all.

 

[Ral]

Walking out of the bar they had found themselves in, Ral and his companion ended up walking through the streets not really paying attention to where they were going. As they came to a certain door amongst a row of nice, spacious, estates until they finally came to the relatively large plot of land that was their destination. "You're right," the Mandalorian would say his to his former Jedi companion, "This isn't the ship. Glad your one eye still works."

Once the door opened, Bardan's demeanor changed course completely in the space of two seconds flat. Silently, Ral snickered as Kex introduced the two of them. Offering his hand to the young maid, who in truth was quite beautiful, he simply stated how it was pleasure to make her acquaintance. The maid seemed to usher them inside the grounds and lead them past several armed guards and into the main house of the estate. Turning to his friend he whispered, "Keep your eye open my friend, and use those special abilities of yours, we may very well need them here very soon."

For paid guards for a Mandalorian, Ral couldn't help but note that they all looked too fresh, or too cheap to be true warriors. They were probably common mercs, at least that's what Ral though; he had been wrong before. If this went the way of the kes they'd have no problem shooting their way out, he was sure.

As they were about to make their way up the stairs to the main house, Ral stumbled over his feet, causing him to fall over and to have his helmet pop off his side. "DAMN IT!" He shouted as he chased the helmet down the steps and into the shrubbery below. Picking it up, he dusted the small clots of dirt away from the painted flowers, mumbling something to himself in a low growl before walking back to join his friend. "Let's go he said," ignoring what would sure be an odd look from his companion.

Inside, they were ushered into a sort of study, with a large, fine wooden desk centered at one end and a crystal decanter filled with some dark amber liquid on top of it. Turning to Kex, Ral spoke, "Don't even think about trying to steal a swig."

 

[Bardan Kex]

"I can assure you my friend, my eye is open..." Bardan would say as the followed the maid, his gaze was fixated more on her lower half than their surroundings or the guards. The force, those special powers the other man had mentioned, was hazy. His connection with it had never been as strong as most others and in his inebriated state it felt even weaker, though truth be told he didnt need it to know the state of things on the grounds weren't good. The guards were contractors by the look of things, not Mandalorians like he would have expected which struck him as odd.

He had just begun making his way rather precariously up the steps, his eyes following the exaggerated sway of the maids hips, when they both turned at the sound of Ral shouting. The man's helm had fallen off impacting into the pathway before skittering off into shrubbery where it would end up coated in dirt. He chuckled softly and heard the maid fight to stifle her own laughter at the sight. The suddenness of the turn how ever had caught him off balance and he began to fall backwards, luckily for the former Jedi the beauty behind him was not drunk and assisted in keeping him upright. He shot the maid a sly grin as he attempted to make his way up the stairs, not wanting a 'guest' to injure himself she would walk with him hauling an arm over her shoulder.

The pair would be shown into a large room, an office of some sort he had assumed where a man stood facing the window. Sadly, the maid would excuse herself from the room as the man turned to look over the two men now standing before him. The man's expression seemed to sour at Ral's pointing out the decanter of alcohol. "I'd never steal it." Bardan managed to get out with out stammering too much. He'd turn to the man. "Sir, I.. uh.. I'm Bardan Kex, and th...this is my associate Ral Vizsla."

 

[Seanna Vel]

First thing that he did was raise and eyebrow to the one that spoke of their name. "You Bardan I don't know your name but Ral Vizsla father had been a friend of the family for many years." as it was drawn to attention that the one was eye his drink in hand. Even so did he catch the young man named Kex licking his lips. Even if this was true couldn't help but smile a bit. " would you both care for a drink." as waved a hand to one of his servants. To fix three straight up whiskey as he wanted another one.

Having his doubts now if he had contracted the right men for the job. To get his baby girl back. As his sharp eyes never left the to. "So here the deal take it or leave it." as she light a cigar as he puffed a few times. "My daughter has been kidnap for reason of the fact that someone wants my liquor factories." as she sat the glass down. "I'm am from a culture that don't take to kindly of having little dumb butts thing I'll just roll over and play into their hands." as another good size drink came down his throat. "You see mess with the wrong Mandalorian the only one stupid enough to mess with one is an outsider, so I want you to find these traders and deal with them in the mandalorian way." as his eyes set a blazed.

"I will pay half now and half after my daughter is return." as he took another and last drink of her glass.


"We have a deal Vode"

 

[Ral]

"Sure you wouldn't, buddy," Ral snickered as he turned his attention to whomever their host was. His face looked familiar, but then again, Ral had enough to drink that he might have been staring at a woman in that moment and never had known the difference. It was a prospect that worried Ral, and even as he looked on, he wasn't even sure if could tell. However, the offer of a drink definitely made Ral perk up a little. "I'd love a neat whiskey, sir."

Taking a sip of the drink, Ral listened to the mans proposition. He was willing to pay for them to help recover his daughter from some kidnappers. Something about a liquor factory as well. Ral wasn't sure; he could barely keep his eyes focused. Looking to his companion, the young Vizsla barely even focused before turning back to the older man. "Sure, we'd love to take the job, but you haven't told us how much this reward would be. Naturally we want to help, but if we're going to risking life and limb for your daughter, we expect to be well compensated for it in return. So, what is your offer?"

 

[Bardan Kex]

Truth be told Bardan had ceased paying attention the moment he had finished introducing himself. A scent had swept into the room as the pretty maid had left, a scent that had just managed to reach and assault his nostrils. Baked goods... he thought to himself taking another sniff, sweet sugary, a with a hint of fruit and... cream cheese? Da'nishes!? It was that moment he realized just how truly hungry he was, the pair hadn't eaten since when they first arrived at the tavern hours ago, his mouth began to water and he licked the saliva from his lips. As their 'host', he guess he could call him began to ramble on about what ever, he would find a glass shoved into his hand and down it in a single gulp. He would reach out in the force, attempting to find the source of the decadently amazing smell. He found the source quickly enough, the kitchen where a veritable baking goddess went about her work, he would need to sample her goods. The man snapped back to the conversation as Ral began questioning the payment. "And the da'nishes, do you have enough to share with the rest of the class?"

 

[Seanna Vel]

"Yes could throw in some of those da'nishes, " as she pushed a button to bring in another of his maids. As he spoke about what Gorgia was cooking in the kitchen to be brought to their guest. Even now she couldn't help himself but draw some more on the cigar that he was smoking. "I see well lets here what you have to say on the matter, then we go from there." as she shook his cigar asses in a ash tray. After the price was greed upon he would show where he thought these kind of low lives could be at. In a way they would also have to do the leg work. Finding this most enjoyable.

Even enjoying of not letting there eyes be enjoying his staff like they where doing at this moment in time. Had he pick the right ones to go after his daughter. To late to go back on this now.

 

[Ral]

Rolling his eyes at his companions request for da'nishes. Claaassic Kex. Ral thought to himself for a moment before he brought his attention back to the conversation and the man before them. Pausing, Ral bit his lip, thinking about what the man had said. It seemed that he wanted Ral to make an offer. Considering their expenses, Ral had to calculate what they would need to float until at least for their next job, taking in hazard pay, equipment, ammo, repairs, and all the little things that added up. Not exactly easy when one was drunk enough to be seeing doubles. Add on top of that a little bit of extra spending money, Ral decided to offer high so he could haggle with this man a little before settling on a price they would both agree on.

"Well, if you can agree on the price, we'll go find your daughter, bring her back alive, and kill all the bastards that took her." Ral placed his right hand over his chest as he stood up, before extending his hand in an offering of respect and a show of agreement. "I swear it as a Mandalorian, upon my honor!"

Turning to Kex, Ral motioned for him to stand and join. "Now, I believe once my friend has his da'nishes, you can show us where to go, and we'll kill the bastard who took your precious daughter!"

 

[Bardan Kex]

The Ex-Jedi would scarf down one of the da'nishes quickly before itching himself in a very personal area, it felt good, damned good. He wondered how it took him so long to notice that he needed to do that before stagering as he reached for another da'nish. Oh, right... drunk! he thought to himself nibbling on the treat as he and Ral both waited for the man to give them some idea where they should start.