When in doubt shoot em between the eyes

[Sasori]

Trayvan was adored his ship Hell Fire. He was in the atmosphere of Tatooine. He switch off his auto pilot and took control of his ship. Trayvan did not know what was in store for him as he zoomed closer to the nearest city. A half hour later he landed in a closed star port.

Trayvan powered down his ship. He grabbed his two assault pistols and his carbine blaster. He also grabbed some grenades. He placed his pistols in there holsters and the grenades in a pouch on his belt. He made sure his vibro blade was in his boot. Holding his carbine in his right hand he lowered the exit ramp and walked out onto the ground of Tatooine.

A little bit of sand blew past as Trayvan walked. He kept his eyes open he knew this was a place where you had to watch your back. A man approached his and was trying to sell him illegal things. Trayvan raised his carbine a little and the man walked away. Just then he saw a Cantina he figured he would just walk in and have a seat.

As he walked in every one took a one second glance at him. Trayvan was not sure if they ever saw a Mandalorian before but did not care regardless. He walked over to an empty booth, it was in a corner of the place agents the wall looking out at the hole place. Trayvan sat there and watched ever little movement he sat there and waited.

 

[Derpy Boots]

The shuttle ramp slowly lowered as the blinding light of Tatooine illuminated the helmeted figure of Maen Raboc. Walking out before the ramp had even finished lowering, he was flanked by two armed soldiers that aimed their rifles at the occupants of the starport, leaving people to scurry away and clearing the area within seconds. One man remained, however, and it was he whom Raboc walked up to.
"Where's the Mandalorian?" He demanded, thrusting his finger into the mans chest.

"This way."
He lead the way to a local cantina, with Raboc and the soldiers following. When they reached the entrance, Raboc ordered the two riflemen to remain outside. As he turned towards the door, a call rang out from their guide.

"Excuse me, but I believe I was promised a reward?" He said, a smirk spreading across his face.

Raboc let out a sigh of disgust. He turned to one of the soldiers. "Give this scum his 'reward'."
The soldier nodded as Raboc turned once more toward the entrance. As the soldier unholstered a knife, the last thing Raboc saw of the man was a look of pure terror before he entered the cantina.

The interior was the same as any other slimehole Raboc had visited. Indeed, he had hardly set foot in the place before a squeaky little man walked up to him begging for credits. As the man groveled before him, Raboc reached down and pulled out his pistol. It took the man a second to process what he was doing, but when he did he attempted to back away, begging for forgiveness. Raboc didn't even look at the man as he pulled the trigger and put a bullet through his skull, instead he was steadily gazing around the cantina. As his helmeted head moved back and forth the barman shouted at him.

"Oi, y' can't just barge in here and go blowin' the heads off'a people!"

Raboc reached across the counter and grabbed the man by the throat.

"Don't test me, slime!"
His coat parted a bit to reveal a crisp military uniform beneath.
A look of shock passed through the barman's eyes.

"Beggin' your pardon... sir..."

Just then Raboc's gaze fell upon the one he was searching for. Violently releasing the barman, he walked across to the other end of the cantina, kicking several chairs out of his way before he stood before his target.

"Ah... So you're the Mandalorian. Clan Ordo, am I correct?"

 

[Sasori]

Trayvan watch as a man was killed by a man who just entered the Cantina. Trayvan kept an eye on the new comer as he bulled the bar tender. A evil smile appeared under Trayvan's helmet he liked this guy. Trayvan let his hand slip towards one of his two pistols getting ready just in case he needed it. As the new guy walked over to him Trayvan looked right at him.
"Ah... So you're the Mandalorian. Clan Ordo, am I correct?"

Trayvan did not respond right away he just continued to look at the man in front of him. He tilted his head a little and said "What is it to you if I am clan Ordo? you seem to be a man who only cares about violence I like that."

Trayvan stayed seated but under the table he had his right hand on one of his pistol's. He slowly pulled it out of its holster keeping it out of sight. His carbine was next to him but if he reached for it he would not have time to fire if the situation got violent. "I take it you must either hate Mandalorian's or you hate clan Ordo so witch one is it because I am both."

 

[Derpy Boots]

"I couldn't care less about some two-bit Mandalorian trash! I am here to see personally whether your races sole-redeeming quality is myth or fact." Raboc pulled up a chair and sat opposite the table from Trayvan.
"Do you know who I am?"

 

[Sasori]

Trayvan kept his hand on his pistol and looked at the man. "Nope cant say that I have, who are you by the way?"

 

[AriaDran]

Mirci't slowly rose from her seat, her eyes set on Raboc. She bore no blaster, but had a large sword strapped to her back, the blade of which was wrapped in ribbon. She had been watching this violent man quietly until now as he went on his small rampage, shooting a beggar and threatening the bartender as well. She was annoyed, but that alone would not have been enough to make her stand.

She moved over to their table, her left arm moving up, hand set upon the hilt of her blade while her right made a fist and came up to settle on the table. This was done to bring prominence to the brand on her right arm, just below her shoulder - the mark of the Taung. That coupled with the slave collar around her throat should let them both know that she was a Taung slave.

She fixed a steady glare on Raboc, but didn't say anything just yet.

 

[Moriarty]

"Girl, if ya wanna keep yer ****in' head on yer shoulders, I'd suggest keepin' outa their business," Jesmond said. The green-skinned Twi'lek took a large gulp of his ale, then pulled out a Tarisian cigarette. He lit it, took a long drag, then blew out a puffy smoke ring that floated towards the ceiling. His right hand was near his blaster, a usual precaution when entering a bar in Mos eisley. He never knew what he was gonna find.

He then looked over at the human female, eyeing her curiously, then examening the two men at the table. Mandalorians were tough business. They were strong, ruthless. Even if she was a Taung slave, the males were always stronger. She'd have to be one of them Jedi or something spectacular. It wasn't like Jesmond had any doubts, he just didn't feel like having to avoid a fight ot pull someone out of it. He was enjoying the buzz of his cigarette.

 

[Derpy Boots]

Raboc listened as the Twi'lek gave his warning before looking up into the face of the new arrival, his eyes fell on her collar and branded arm. His eyes narrowed behind his helmet. "You're standing tall, slave."
He then noticed her hand gripping the hilt of her blade and gave a quick laugh. "It's ten years too early for you to challenge me, youngling. But if you have something to say, say it quickly or get out of my sight, lest you find yourself in my grip!"
He turned once more to Trayvan.

 

[Sasori]

Trayvan looked at the woman who approached. She was a beauty but Trayvan was not going to allow himself to get distracted by her. He still glared at Raboc his hand was still placed on his pistol under the table. "So what is it you want to know I will gladly prove Mandalorians are more then worthy of what the rumors say."

 

[AriaDran]

Merci't bristled at the man's tone - ten years too early? So he was one of those who judged the book by its cover, as the saying went. She would be happy to show him what happens when assumptions are made. Her grib tightened on her sword and it rose an inch, then stopped when Trayvan spoke. She let it drop back again, out of respect for the Taung sitting there. She wasn't going to make their conversation end prematurely if he was still wanting to talk.

She turned slightly, head shifting to look over the arm holding onto her blade handle as she looked at the being who had spoken. She let out a soft snort from her nose as she saw that he was a Twi'lek, turning back to look at Raboc. She again chose to keep silent - perhaps an unspoken challenge, or maybe something else.

 

[Natise]

Dracus Mor rose from the table that Mirci't had been sitting at. He strode over to Mirci't's side and looked at the people she had gotten involved with. His grey eyes flicked over the mando sitting at the table, and he noticed the gun quickly. He then observed the Twi'lek, noticing he also had his hand ready on a small blaster. Finally, Dracus let his eyes rest on Raboc. He could sense that Raboc wasn't a force sensetive, but he also could tell he was a major threat. Dracus slowly put a hand over one of his lightsaber handles as he turned his head to Mirci't and asked
"What trouble are you getting yourself into now?".

 

[Derpy Boots]

"Enough of this!"Kicking aside his chair, Raboc walked across the cantina towards the door.
"We will discuss matters outside, Mandalorian." He called back. As he exited the cantina, the two soldiers outside stood at attention. Raboc turned to them. "Crush everyone inside, but leave the Mandalorian alive!"
The soldiers nodded and stepped towards the door as Raboc marched back to the shuttle. He would await the Mandalorian there.

((OOC: You guys can do what you want with the soldier NPC's.))

 

[Natise]

As the soldiers pull up their blasters, Dracus instantly grabs his lightsabers and ignite them, deflecting shots fired towards Mirci't and himself. When the soldier who was shooting at him turns towards other patrons of the crowd, he picks up one of the bar stools and ignites it with force lightning, he then send this spinning piece of electrified metal straight at one of the soldiers, crushing the soldier, and killing him shortly afterwards.

 

[Moriarty]

Quickly, with speedy motions which weren't common by Twi'lek, he turned and withdrew his blaster, planting two shots into the remaining soldier. He then looked back over at the group who enraged the racist standing outside. He didn't really care about what happened to them, but he didn't feel like dying at the time. He had much more important goals to live for... If they could be called goals.

"It's not nice to snort at people, schutta," he said sarcastically to the girl. She was a pretty catch, but he didn't really care. He was more interested in the man who wanted them dead. "You gonna go meet him, Taung?" He asked to the mandalorian who had yet to move.

 

[Sasori]

Trayvan noticed as the dark jedi came up. Trayvan was not paying him any attention. As soon as Robac left the cantina Trayvan stood up. He placed his pistol back in its holster and grabbed his carbine. Just then he heard blaster fire and saw that the dark jedi had his lightsabers drawn. He watched as he hurled a chair at one of the soldiers. He then noticed the Twi'lek kill the other. "I could have done that my self so next time I would perfer to kill."

He looked at the twi'lek as he spoke to him "Yeah I am going to see what the cath hound wants." Trayvan then walked out the cantina. He fallowed Raboc he stop a few meters away from him and said "So what do you relay want spit it out so I can get back to my own business."

 

[Natise]

Dracus simply nodded as the mando walked pass. When the twi'lek starts talking, Dracus instantly gets into a more aggressive position, but soon realises he means no harm. Dracus clips his sabers onto his belt, and turns towards Mirci't.
"So, we taking this ****er out?" he says, nodding towards the way Robac exited.

 

[Moriarty]

"You wanna get outa my ****in' face before someone gets hurt," Jesmond said. "Maybe I was gonna save yer ass from gettin' shot. Hate to say it, but he didn't look like he was in the mood for anythin' but shootin'," he said. He holstered his blaster, but kept his hand at the ready as he drew his final drag from the cigarette and flicked it away. He didn't care how edgy anyone was, he wouldn't let anyone talk to him that way.

 

[Derpy Boots]

Raboc had just reached the shuttle ramp when he heard Trayvan call out behind him. He turned around. "My... superior's require your services, the services of a Mandalorian warrior."

He folded his hands behind his back. "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with Hutt's, so you've no risk of being swindled. If you were to complete this assignment, your rewards would be infinite... whatever you asked."
He walked up to Trayvan. "All I will tell you now is that it may put you on the bad side of the Jedi." He pulled out a small datachip and handed it to the Mandalorian. "I won't ask for an immediate response. If you're interested, follow the coordinates on that datachip. But know that if you refuse, the last thing you ever feel will be the sting of my blade." He turned and walked back aboard the shuttle. Looking back he said, "I trust you treated those incompetent soldiers admirably?" He gave a quick laugh and pounded the ramp controls. The ramp slowly locked into place and within minutes the shuttle was out of the atmosphere.

((OOC: The assignment will be in another thread, should you accept.))

 

[Sasori]

Trayvan took the datachip. "Yeah I accept the job I can care less about jedi and their hokey religion" As Raboc entered his ship Trayvan walked back towards the cantina. When he entered he walked up to the bar men and said "Give me a bottle of your strong stuff and give me a clean glass." The bar man handed him a bottle of whiskey and a glass. Trayvan paid for the bottle and walked back to the booth he previously was in.

As he poured himself a shot he motioned for the female to take a seat. Trayvan removed his helmet and placed it in front of him. He waited to see if the female would take a seat.

 

[AriaDran]

Mirci't simply stood still and watched as the mayhem ensued. She was standing behind the dark jedi, so no blaster shots came close to hitting her. This wasn't her element - she was a close combat fighter, and it looked like things were well in hand. It was only moments before both soldiers were dead.

She looked at the Twi'lek for a moment as he called her schutta, but didn't seem upset by it. In fact, she was looking at him with more respect then she had the first time, both due to that and his quick blasterwork. She looked back to Dracus, then slowly shook her head.

"He's not worth it. Anyone who sends others to do their dirty work - he is no warrior, and so is not worth our time."

She looked back to the Twi'lek again as he had his own little outburst. Tempers sure were running high in this little cantina - not that she wasn't part of the problem. She grinned suddenly, still looking at the Twi'lek.

"Schutta... Well, it'll take more sweet-talk then that to get into -my- pants, Twi'lek. Sorry to dissapoint you."

Oddly enough, she didn't seem to be kidding, and seemed to consider 'Schutta' to be a compliment.