The Bar Thread

[Sabrina K]

Korriban is training and proving ground of the Sith, nonetheless they all need time out from plotting and training, and sometimes killing each other. The walls where boothbay gray colour, with a few sith flags on the wall adornments. The bar was had a slaves in attendance, to come over to private booths, as well as the general communal area in the middle. The booths where black leather seats, and a reddish table. The bar area was off limits to fighting, as it was highly frowned upon. That had to be taken outside, and kill each other in some tomb, or a unfriendly bout in training room.

Sabrina had got word, a fellow Serenno was here. He was an exiled noble, and word was he might want to take his home back. This was someone she was really interested in meeting, as she did not want to fall of the nobility list. As her family was just tethering on it, between that and upper middle class, the idea of becoming that was yuk to her. Her parents, have just about accepted she is sith now, but still did not like it. As they rather her settle down with someone stable, and have a family.

She had arranged to meet him, with a couple other people. An acquaintance called Hask, and an ally in imperial intelligence called Agent Calvic. She was hoping he was open to the idea of getting help, in reclaiming his home, and might remember her helping. This was her first chance to get up, on the social ladder of Serreno, and she was not going to let it pass without trying.

She got their first, and claimed a booth for them all. There was a couple empty seats, and someone could pull up a chair if they wanted. As he might want to bring others with him, as he might have other freinds. She was dressed in her red acolyte robes, and she had a single braid down her head. She had spent time on her makeup, and made plucked her eyebrows, as she was trying to look her best. Well after all, he was Serenno noble. She sat down, with a drink of water, and waited for others to come. She would drink later, but did not want to start a head of them, as she did not want to get drunk in front of a noble. Well unless he was of course, she was very nervous about this.

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[Hask Jen]

Hask was strolling through the halls of the academy towards the bar. There was still a feint ring in his ears from his duel earlier that day, but at least the doctors managed to patch his paining ears up and he could hear like a normal person again.

He heard that they were to meet some random Serenno nobleman, 'so he had to dress appropriately' according to Sabrina. Unfortunately moths had gotten to his ceremonial robes, so he was stuck with his field robes. That suited him just fine. A little payback for the screaming of earlier. Although he did give his armour pieces a little polish before heading over. "Can't make too much of a bad impression" he thought to himself with a smirk.


He arrived at the bar and immediately spotted Sabrina sitting at an empty table...looking extremely well pressed and dressed. A bit out of place, especially for a place like this.

He purchased an ale at the bar and walked over to Sabrina's table. He sat across from her, placing his lightly polished helmet down next to his glass and gave her a big toothy smile.

"Well you look absolutely smashing! What's the occasion?" he asked with a sarcastic tone as he took a sip of his ale

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[Arial Calvic]

Arial had been waiting in the bar for sometime, when she finally spotted two familiar faces; Sabrina and Hask. Her Acolyte friend had mentioned some sort of business with a noble man or another. Arial hadn't really thought much of it, if anything this sounded like an exaggerated lunch in with Sith compatriots. Still, if nothing else, she found Sabrina amusing, and wasn't sure what to make of the pureblood. Still, she made her move, taking her glass and sliding beside Sabrina at the table. "Fancy seeing you here." She said in a joking manner, as she sat beside her ally. "Has our guest of honor shown up? Ever since my last encounter here, I've gotten the feeling I'm not welcome around these parts anymore." Arial said, as she looked around the bar, feeling a set of cold eyes upon her. She personally didn't care what the others in this bar thought, she was a Sith official, and had every right to be here. If anything, she just didn't want a fight to start. That sort of thing got annoying, and fast.
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[Alric Zikrel]

Alric's was intrigued when he was contacted by a fellow Acolyte, claiming she too was from Serenno. It was a strange thing to contact someone in this galaxy-spanning empire just because you were one of a billion or so people who was born on the same planet. He assumed that she was after something, all Sith, all living creatures wanted something, no one offered help or 'alcohol' for nothing, there was an ulterior motive that was for sure. When he entered the cold and dark building the Sith Academy used as its local watering hole, he spotted the women off to his right, she was surrounded by others. She had mentioned that there may be others, he weighed up the tactical and political weight in this and shrugged. He had little to lose or gain from this meeting, the same was true of the group he was meeting.

His dark medium length hair was pushed back away from his face, he was not wearing a normal set of robes like many of the other patrons around him. He instead wore a pair of dark coloured pants and boots, a cream shirt and leather cuirass fastened at the side, his sabre hung from his left hip, a blaster from his right. He ignored the table at first instead of heading for the bar, one of the Imperial Slaves walked up to him, a Twi'lek with green skin and a rather deep scar across her neck and chest. "What can I get you? Sir." She said with a bowed head. "Whiskey, Ardan, if you have it." Alric replied, "We have Telosian." She replied, Alric gave her a nod and the women turned to pour a small glass out. Two frozen black stones were placed in the glass before the amber liquid was poured over. He gave the Twi'lek a nod, picking up the glass and walking over to the table. He stood a few paces back away. "Miss Kotass, I assume?"

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[Sabrina K]

She greeted Hesk what he sat down, and asked So how are your ears? Then her agent friend and ally came over, like what the feth, why is she sitting next to me. Why is she doing this, she knows I invited a fellow Serenno noble over, where did she think he was meant to sit. Hell it would been nice if had the choice of sitting opposite me where hesk was sat, but next to me would have been better. Why is she doing that to me, I am going to make her pay later for this. These where the thoughts running through her mind, and the agent was not on the receiving end of a nice one. Then she said Hi nice to see you again Agent Calvic. Then gave her a quick hug, though she was totally going to get her back later.

Then the star attraction arrived, he was little taller than her, and older than her but so what, he was a noble. She was actually more nervous than she realised, she had to remember this was not a date. She was here to meet him, and you know get in his good books. He then spoke to her, her voice answered in slightly higher note than normal. Yes, your erm Lord Zikrel? She accidently, caught her hair braid, between her fingers as she talked. Oh feth, I am fething this up, feth feth feth. Where now her thoughts, she was getting very nervous. As this guy might hold the key to her fortune, and you know be really nice.

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[Arial Calvic]

Arial grinned at her friend, maybe she knew what she was doing, maybe she didn't. Either way, if she wanted this man, Arial would do what she could so that it worked out in her favor. When the noble arrived, Arial straightened herself and smiled, leaning closer to Sabrina just a tad and whispered. "Relax, everything will be fine." Arial didn't care for his choice of drink personally, but that was of no concern; if the man wanted to poison himself, then by all means, more power to him. "Lord Zikrel, thank you for meeting with us." Arial said, giving a short nod. "My friend Sabrina here has taken an interest with you. Perhaps the two of you can converse further, in private at a later date. You wouldn't be opposed to that, right Sabrina?" She said with a sly grin, her eyes darting to Sabrina. The acolyte was going to die inside, but this was for her own good. Most men liked women being direct, however blatantly laying a trail was usually the way to go. Let the man feel like he won you over, and you create two advantages; first, that he has some manner of effect on you, and second he feels over confident in his character and force of will. All of which were exploitable in due time. But that wasn't Arials goal. Yes she needed an ally, and a reach on at that would certainly do nicely, but Sabrina seemed to be seeking out a man of his stature. In any case, this was a way to kill two birds with one stone. Or piss both people off. But hey, no great reward came without great risk.
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[Hask Jen]

He could see the disdain forming on Sabrina's face, then disappear just as quickly. He stifled a laugh as he watched them greet.

"Agent Clavic, so nice of you to join us." he said cheerfully to the agent as she settled into her spot.


He saw the stranger enter and order a whiskey, but kept his gaze on the ladies in front of him as to not give the man's presence away. He eyed the stranger as he walked over "Not much of a nobleman if you ask me. I imagined grander clothing for a title like that." he thought to himself

The man stood next to their table and spoke up. He watched as Sabrina messed up her introduction to the man, stifling a laugh at her nervousness.

He stood up and held out his right hand towards the man to shake. "Hask Jen. Pleasure to meet you, friend" he said proudly with a smile in the corner of his mouth.

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[Alric Zikrel]

Alric had to stifle a laugh as the two women greeted him, he hid it behind the glass as he took a sip of the amber drink. He placed it on the table before the three of them, the red skin stood up and greeted him, holding out his hand to Alric. He took a moment to gauge the man, was this a show of apparent disrespect by not greeting him as Lord like the others? Perhaps a show of bravado in front of the two women who had actively shown interest in him, one direct one indirect? Or was it that he was just trying to be a normal person. He left the question unanswered in his mind, he needed further information on the man. He gripped the man's hand, his eyes locked on the red skins. "It is a pleasure." He said in reply.

Releasing the man's grip he turned to face the women at the table giving them both a smile before reaching down and picking up his drink. "Ladies, although flattering, I am no Lord." He took another sip of his drink allowing the comment to settle in. Looking down at one person who had not given their name. "I am would be more than happy to have a discussion in private with both Sabrina here and even yourself, Miss?" He had noticed the nervousness in the young Sith when she spoke and the gentle goading from her friend. This lack of composure would be a benefit to the man, allowing him to find out their vested interests quicker. "You can just call me Alric, although if you prefer titles Mr Zikrel also works." He finished with a grin.

 

[Sabrina K]

She blushed, she had been noticed by him, and he was downplaying is position. She was still nervous, so took a sip of her water to compose herself. Wait did he say both of us, she quickly glanced at Arial, as to say no chance. Hask failed to address him as lord, that was so rude, she was thinking also. She was overthinking everything, and then had to speak to him, okay okay, he said call him Alric, call him alric, got it. yes Mr Lord Alric, Feth how feth did you feth that up, feth fethn feth. She took a breath, and then asked Well how did you lose your title, my mother lost hers technically, when she married into the middle classes. I slight look of disgust feel on face as she said that, middle classes. Hell they where worse than working classes, as they think they are allowed an opinion. The working class new their place, the middle classes did not seem to. She still could not believe her mother married for love, okay she loved her farther, and he made his postion better by doing so. Though why would she do that, women are meant to marry up the food chain, not down it. Oh gawd, I hope he does not think I am middle class, he is isn't he. She was far more nervous than normal, and was very self conscious, she almost said, I need to powder her nose, but she was not going to say that in front of Hask.

Then the slave girl came over and asked Would you like any drinks? She answered quickly, Red wine. The slave noted it down, and looked at the rest. She felt she was making a fool of herself, and it was spiralling.

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[Arial Calvic]

Arial smiled to the nobleman, putting her hand up in gesture. "Oh, I'd be delighted by your offer, but with my schedule I don't know if I could make it. You two will just have to have fun without me." She winked to Sabrina. There was no contest here, and if there was well....Arial was certainly going to win it. "I'll have a cocktail, and just surprise me with whatever you got." She said to the server, this meeting was just to secure an alliance, and apparently set Sabrina up. The poor girl had no idea what she was doing. After this, Arial was going to give her tips. She was Sith damn it. "If you wish, Alric. I don't think I've ever met a man quite like you before. Very interesting. How long back does your line go?" She wanted to vomit. Trying to keep Sabrina in the game was going to charge the girl extra in the future. Arial would remind her of that.
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[Hask Jen]

The nobleman took his hand and he gave a firm handshake. He moved over and gestured for the man to have a seat. He placed his helmet on the floor as to not obstruct the view of the wonderful spectacle unfolding in front of him.

He sat back and listened to Sabrina as she spoke, sipping on his drink all the way with a smile. When Sabrina mentioned the middle class, almost talking down on it, his smile faded a bit. "Oh I wouldn't throw away the middle class that quickly, Sabrina. If you spend some time with them you might find that they possess a certain charm that the upper class sorely lacks at times." he spoke to the sith with a grin. He never did understand what the problem was between the two classes. If anything, they were both supposed to count their blessings. They had it easier than most in the galaxy.

He brushed the thoughts away. This was just a friendly conversation, not an argument over hierarchy.

The slave came by and asked their drinks. He threw his head back and emptied the last of the ale in his glass. "Tarisian ale, thanks darling" he said to the slave with a smile and looked over to the nobleman awaiting an answer to the agent's very interesting question.

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[Alric Zikrel]

He gave a short chuckle as Sabrina continued to call him Lord, it was evident that she did little real research on him before contacting him. That was a mistake on her part, but not one that Alric was willing to correct her on. The inconstancy would prove to benefit his position here. He nodded to the red skin and took a seat on the table opposite woman who had still yet to introduce her name to him. Looking at the slave girl who approached them. "I will have another of these." He said holding the glass up to the Twi'Lek who had served him at the bar. "And get this lovely woman a Kyrat's Breath." He said pointing to Arial sat opposite him. The drink was a favourite of his, it had a hard kick, a burn down the back of the throat like fire, but a sweet taste on the lips. It was something he had drunk on a number of occasions when he was in the mood for a little fun.

Moving back to the conversation, he turned to Hask, nodding in agreement before looking back to Sabrina. "The man is correct, the middle class have great use. Their number and financial power are vast in comparison to even those of upper-class backgrounds. Those at the top need those underneath to support them, otherwise, they would not be on top." Alric leaned back from the table crossing his right leg over his left, his arms stretched out on the back of the seat, perhaps awkwardly landing behind Hask. He wondered how the red-skinned male would take it. "My family have been in seat on Serenno for over five hundred years, some say closer to a thousand." He replied to women in front of him, turning to Sabrina. "In terms of my own place, it was taken by my brother, afraid of my power he caught me unprepared and forced me from the planet. But in time I will return." The last line took on a more menacing tone before his face lit up at the sign of the returning slave. "Ahh drinks, I am sure you will enjoy the drink Madam." He said taking all four drinks from the serving platter and placed them in front of each of them. "Skal!" He said raising his glass.

 

[Sabrina K]

What he prefers her to me, she ideas of killing the agent, as he said she is a lovely woman. How dare she make him like her, that's why she facing him. She was not happy on the inside, but outside she was not showing it.

Then he put his arm round Hask, oh she thought to herself, he likes both. Though nobles still need wives, to have heirs. She listened to his sad tale, yet somehow tuned out the bit middle classes, as that was just wrong.

Then she said, Me Hask can help you kill him, and er she might be useful. She didn't want to sing her praises, as she didn't want her to be on his arm. Then he said, Skal, she said the same.

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[Arial Calvic]

Arial smiled at the mans offer. "Oh, thank you. You're too kind." Though she looked to Sabrina with a little bit of confusion, then back to the noble. Why wasn't she jumping on this? "My, that is quite a long time. Your family must be very successful." She said, trying to act interested. Though, the idea of going out and killing someone was...not something that sat well with her; it was by far too much of an obvious move. As the drinks arrived, she joined in the cheer, not understanding what the purpose was exactly. "Sabrina is quite capable enough. I can swear by it myself." She smiled, and shot another look at her friend, raising an eyebrow at her. Then back to the noble. "I'm little more than a paper pusher I'm afraid." She giggled into her hand and sipped her drink. Now that she backed off, maybe Sabrina would try and be assertive.
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[Sota Kriger]

Sota was as Deucalian as the day he left Bandomeer for Concord Dawn, as a teenager. He enjoyed cutting loose every now and then, letting himself break away from his busy schedule of study and training with the other Acolytes of his caliber. Tonight was one such night, as he entered the bar, wild eyes, and wild hair, as his beard, and warrior braids created an auburn mane around his face. His black robes draped undone around his mostly bare chest, as he'd finished a sparring match between himself and an Q'san Torobah, a CQC Specialist that operated in the same sectors as Sota did himself, and offered to spar him, and keep his physique toned through full-contact combat. Bruises lined his swollen forearms, as well as his knuckles, chest and face.

Q'san was a brutal instructor, but offered to pay for a few drinks. However, he was called to Ziost on short notice, so the Echani simply gave Sota the money for a couple drinks on him.

The wild eyed Deucalian walked up to the bar, and commanded the attention of the bartender, and held up two fingers. "Two whiskeys," he said, with a clear enough voice to be heard by the barkeep, as she filled beers with the taps in the corner, giving him a nod, acknowledging his request. Sota placed a hand on the bar, and waited for his order to be fulfilled. Three fellow Sith and a Sith Agent sat together at a booth behind him, but he paid them little mind, until his shots were in his system. Roughly a minute goes by as the bartender gets to his order. Taking the first two back-to-back.

"Hit me," he said, pushing the glasses back toward the bartender, who filled his glasses again, and watched him down shots three and four. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he shook his head, and ordered an ale, before occupying a booth of his own, perpendicular to the four Sith, who seemed to be planning something. He cared little about Serenno, but it sounded like something he could get in on to test his skills, that is, if they needed someone else for the job. As a slave waitress came over to him, he ordered his dinner, and Corellian Rum and Cola.

 

[Draven Unduli]

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The Mirialan had spent some time on Korriban now, ever since his previous Crusader lord had perished and inadvertently allowed the acolyte to forge his own destiny. The bar where these other patrons gathered was one that was well known through the sith Homeworld and one that was frequented quite often. He entered with brash and bravado, adorning a set of elegant ebony cloaks while his perfectly chiseled upper torso was completely barechested.

A single sith sword remained sheathed in its scabbard at his belt while he slowly advanced inwards to the lobby, grabbing a chair for himself at the bar next to Sota @Gian Greydragon . He glanced at the Deucalian for a moment and nodded, remembering the male from a few of his training seminars. "What you drinking?" He asked quietly and after several seconds of studying his friend's drink he too ordered three similar shots from the bartender.

He would naturally give Sota a cheers with his shot glass before devouring the liquor, attention now shifting through the area until it settled on the cutie at 9 O'clock from their position. Nudging towards the Deucalian, Draven merely stated, "Might need your help, she's surrounded by a bunch of baboons." A dark and sinister chuckle as he rose to his full height and strolled up to the group seated at the booth. Grabbing another table's chair, he pulled it to the head of the table and settled down on it. Eyes locking towards the two women, and blatantly ignoring the men, typical douche status move. As he spoke:

"Evening baby..."

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[Hask Jen]

Hask was sitting back, watching the spectacle play out like a movie. He was a bit taken back when the nobleman rested his arm behind him, but didn't mind all that much. Whatever the man was doing, it was making Sabrina more and more jealous by the second. She was gushing green with envy at this point, one could practically snap her in half and use her as a glow stick. He actually pitied her, deep inside. She only wants to be noticed by the man, but she was failing miserably at it.

"Skal!" he cheered with the rest of the table and took a sip of his drink. "And don't worry about your brother, my friend, Agent Calvic will get us in there and you and Sabrina will kick your brother off his throne in no time." he said cheerfully and shot a glance towards the two ladies, attempting to salvage what little was left of Sabrina's self-esteem and just being nice to the agent. Her expertise might be needed later on...

His train of thought ended abruptly when an absolute animal of a man walked into the bar. Tall, scruffy hair, great beard and bruises all over, this guy looked like he ate lightsaber blades for breakfast. His shock only amplified when the Rancor of a man walk over to the bar and downed 4 shots as if it were nothing then walked over to take a seat perpendicular to them.

It was only then that he noticed a very...eccentric looking Mirialan enter the bar and took a seat by the brute, flaring his bare chest all the way. "I don't know what he's on about, I look better than that..." he thought to himself.

He was quite surprised when the Mirialan walked over to their table...and quite taken back as he pulled up a chair, slide it up next to the ladies and completely shut him and Alric off. "Did you lose something, friend?" he asked the Mirialan flatly as he took a sip of his ale.

"I have a bad feeling about this..."he thought as he diverted his gaze towards the big oaf at his table.

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[Alric Zikrel]

Alric smiled at the young women and her rather overzealous response to his half brother's actions. It was also sweet how the other two tried to support her comments with their own zealous patronage of their friend's abilities. He had no doubt that any of them were capable fighters, you only lasted this long within the Sith by having something about you. Though in spite of their comments they were all underestimating their apparent new foe. "Miss Kotass, as you are aware House seats on Serenno are not trivial places. My brother lives within a fortified castle, a personal force of over thirty guards, droids and anti-personnel weapons surround him at all times." He took another sip from his drink before continuing. "My brother is also a powerful force user and is surrounded by others, in his friends and comrades. It is not as simple as turning up, killing the man and putting my flag in the dirt. If this were so, I would not be inhaling the dust of Korriban that is for sure." He did not wish to be stern, nor to diswade the group from their optimism, only to educate them that not everything can be resolved with a lightsaber or a blaster.

"Although, if you do all wish to help, then this is something we, of course, can look into. I need people in a number of positions for me to achieve my goal, even paper pushers." He said aiming the last comment at Arial. As he finished he spotted the rather large and hair man walk in, followed swiftly by what appeared to be his Mirialan counterpart. "Nothing like a little bit of man chest." He said sarcastically to the three he was with.

 

[Arial Calvic]

Arial listened to Alric explain his situation, and seemed genuinely interested. His brother was supposedly an actual threat, and Arial could only imagine coming up with a plan to break in. Perhaps they could discuss this sort of thing later. "Well, I am exceptional at my paper pushing." She said with a grin, her hand dropping down to caress the vibroknife she had concealed in the side of her jacket. If that loud mouth neanderthal that was sitting at the end of the table said one more thing, she knew just where the place to put that knife. She looked to Sabrina, as if to say 'Let me know if you want me to kill him'. If nothing else the man was being a nusience, not to mention rude. Neither of which Arial appreciated. Oh. Then he tried to hit on her with an insultingly bad approach. Needless to say, she really was tempted to drive her virboknife right through his knee.
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[Sabrina K]

As they where talking, and she was feeling self conscious about how bad things where going. She took time out of talking, as she was only embarrassing herself. She was thinking feth feth, then he talked about obstacles. She liked obstacles, as they things to destroy, things she wants to destroy. She listened intently, to all things he had to say. This was so cool, she have to plan, makeup ideas, trash them start again. So she could figure out how to overcome these defences, this what she did on the spearhead. She got tasked with sabotaging a frigate, instead she stole it. Took it the emperor as a prizes, though she was on call, if the talks go south, and they are to invade coruscant. She was about to speak, when a green man came up to them, and said Evening baby! Who the hell comes up to a table, with four people on it, two men two woman, and thinks it is appropriate to say Evening baby? She wonder for a moment, if he was stood up, would he have come over and slapped her arse, is he that kinda stupid.

She looked at him, and replied, Excuse me we are talking, go away! There was no, stuttering in her voice, this was almost steely in her reply. She found social niceties, like talking to a lord of Serenno awkward. She had no practice of this, as she did not want to socialise with own social level. This however, she had to deal with a lot, and they where annoying little boys, who need a swift force kick into the gonads. Force help them, when she learns force crush, as they will become squisher. Her eyes did not turn off him, until he had left the table. She would then divert her attention back to lord, and her companions.

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