The Bar Thread

[Sota Kriger]

Sota grinned at the Mirialan Sith, knowing who he was from his classes prior to officially graduating the academy. He was a hot-head, and knew what he wanted. Sota could respect that about him, even though it put him in situations like this one where he'd have to watch his back. Turning in his seat, and placing an elbow on the back of the booth chair, Sota kept an eye on the men, choosing not to say much, but if anyone got violent, Sota would be the first to throw a punch. 'That one had a fiery temper,' he thought, as Sabrina wasted no time in telling the Mirialan pretty-boy where to go. Sota respected her for that as well.

"Oy, Draven, c'mon take another shot with me, wait yer turn," Sota spoke, in a gravelly, and noticeably Deucalian accent, chuckling a bit to himself, "Let ol' girl enjoy 'er date b'fore ye try yer "Mr. Stealyergirl" crap. Let 'er find out that he's nothin' special on 'er own!" he spoke, still chuckling at his own joke, his accent and alcohol mixing together in a mildly drunken slur.

@Sabrina @Faded Truth @Algarus @KinkyPrawn @Braden Drake

 

[Draven Unduli]

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The Mirialan wasn't one to be intimidated by anyone, let alone a pureblood sith who was in desperate need of some make-up and a few growling friends. The aspiring noblewoman however was actually entertaining, mildly increasing Draven's respect as she responded to his curt remark with her own stern defense as well as inherent courage. Good. He thought to himself, he always enjoyed when they put up a fight. Making it too easy simply ruined the entire courtship period.

The arrogant sith merely waved off the pureblood's question and instead leaned back in the chair with a pair of muscular arms folding across the visibly defined chest. He responded to Sota with a playful banter of his own, "You're right, I don't think this date will take long, especially with tentacle face over here.." He said, in a condescending manner towards the Pureblood. @KinkyPrawn

He now shifted his attention to the more bold of the two women, and one that appeared that she wanted to get into a fight with him. Interesting, he thought to himself, an agent with a bit of fight in her. Perhaps she'd last long after all. He slowly rose to his full height, and joined Sota at their adjacent table.

"Let's get that damn bottle over here, these shots will go by fast.." He smirk, speaking in a confident overtone. Eyes towards Alric as he gave the agent a wink @Algarus before looking back at the Deucalian.

 

[Hask Jen]

Hask Jen was not an easy person to anger, a trait that he is proud of. Anger clouds your judgment, destroys any rational thinking and could leave you vulnerable when you were not careful.


This greenskin was managing to drive him off the deep end properly...


It took some restraint to not slam his little face into the table right then and there.
It takes nerve to insult one of the most powerful and proudest species in the galaxy...this guy had a lot of nerve


"You know, last time I checked your mother didn't have a problem with my 'tentacle face'." he fired back at the Mirialan as he walked away from their table, allowing his cold stare to linger on the greenskin a little longer.


He turned back to his compatriots.
" Must I kill him now or later? " he said to them, trying to regain his composure


@Sabrina @Algarus @Faded Truth @Gian Greydragon @Braden Drake

 

[Harrison Fletch]

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Harrison walked into the bar and sighed. He wasn't coming here for fun, he hadn't been to a bar nor had fun in awhile. Intelligence had him at his desk all day signing this signing that. No today he was just observing, there was a three way war, and Harrison wanted to stay out of it. Mandolorians and the Jedi vs the OE, the OE vs the IR, the Mandolorians and the Jedi vs the IR, Harrison was just sick and tired of it. He was contemplating of leaving the Imperial Republic and joining the Old Republic. At least they had a functional government and a established leadership structure. The IR was just full of old war generals and Moffs deciding who to lead the damn empire. He was even considering of transferring from the Imperial Intelligence over to the ISB, at least there he'd be able to do some knifing missions and what not. Harrison sighed as the door slid open. He glanced around the room and decided to go to the bar. Before heading there, he heard some complaints from a booth. He walked over to see some fellow trying to get with some group. "Hey pal, leave them alone, I don't want to say it again. I'll write you up."

 

[Arial Calvic]

Oh, I'm going to murder this man. Arial thought to herself, she looked to those around her table and gave a pleasant smile, hiding the murderous thoughts in her head. If nothing else, maybe Sabrina would finally get some backbone and start getting something done, but at the moment Arial was going to knock some sense into the pair of mutton heads she was going to join. She looked towards the agent and gave him the 'okay' signal. She could handle these idiots. "If you all would excuse me, I think those gentlemen over there want to speak with me." She said, moving out of the booth and joining the group of idiots that had invited her. "Well, hello boys." Arial said, putting a flirtatious tone to her voice, tucking her knife back in it's hiding place. "Now, someone mentioned there would be shots being taken over here?" She asked, looking at the two. "I hope you have the stomach for it, because at the moment all I see is a man who's insecure, and somebody's grandfather." She said, with a smirk. Now that the challenge was put out, maybe her....allies would be able to communicate in peace. "Now, if you'd like to prove me wrong, be my guests."

 

[Draven Unduli]

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Draven had just arrived at Sota's table a few seconds prior when it appeared that an Imperial Officer sauntered into the bar and had a few words with the booth that he was just at. How interesting, he didn't realize that imperial agents were so readily prevalent in these realms. Considering that the Old Empire had a staunch view of holding force sensitives in higher regard, he was surprised that the soldier had the courage to even approach him.

Waiting for their bottle to arrive at their table, he shifted towards the woman who had seemingly accepted his bold advances. He supposed that winking towards them was likely the best indicator of interest. A smile crept across his lips as he motioned towards the seat next to him. "By all means beautiful, let's have some fun." He smirked, a single hand coming up to cup the underside of Arial's chin and affectionately touched the bottom of her left cheek with a single stroke. @Algarus His flirtations were unfortunately interrupted as Harrison Fletch came up to their table and issued what appeared as a verbal threat.

Turning his attention from the woman and towards the officer, Draven stood to his full height but appeared to be genuinely remorseful for his actions. "My apologies sir..I will make sure it won't happen again." He stated, gently resting his left hand on the officer's right shoulder. "Nice insignia? Which division did you serve in?" He asked..however, the more malicious intent of his motives became clear in the split second to follow. Before Harrison could respond, Draven tightened the grip on the man's shoulder as to prevent him from moving too much. Harrison Fletch was small compared to the giant Mirialan and his physical strength would be inadequate to wrestle away from the more powerful Sith.

A gruesome smile instantly came upon the Mirialan's face as he sprang forwards and viciously smashed his forehead at the exposed face of the officer. An essence of dark sided energies rippled across the surface of Draven's right hand as he connected into a force blast towards the torso of the man while he would likely be recovering from the previous headbutt. The combination of these hits, the force behind them, and their current positioning should undeniably send Harrison flying, probably into the shelves of alcohol behind the bar. @Brick

@Gian Greydragon @Sabrina @Braden Drake

 

[Harrison Fletch]

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Harrison expected some sort of apologizes, but instead, he was thrown across the room and into a table. Harrison immediately sprang up and patted off the dust. "Ha, I'm in the Imperial Intelligence. You think you're tough? You're expendable is what you are. I could get you courtmartialed for your actions, so you better think about what you say or do in the next few minutes. We may be in different Empires, but I got some high up people in your empire who can kick your dirty little ass." Harrison smiled, his hand reaching for his blaster. He was going to bring a blaster to a fist fight, oh yes he would.

@Faded Truth