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Post by Zilfer on Oct 7, 2010 21:05:29 GMT -5
DM:
The streets of Coruscant were bustling, as busy as ever with far too many people living in far to little space. Conflicts abound, in this city as it was considered the center of the galaxy and one of the most influential places in the galaxy. Anyone could find work here. Whether it was good work or not was another question.
Somewhere between the tall skyscappers above, and the sunless slums of Coruscant's bowels there was a bar by the name of 'The Ugly Rodian'. Each of you had found yourselves to this place as of recently, whether it be to lay low, find some work, or just relax with a few drinks. The place is thick with the smell of smoke, and other chemicals the frequent visitors use. Security seems lax in this place, and everyone seemed to keep to their business. You mind yours and they mind theirs. During the last few hours it's been quite, save for the band kicking up a tune once every few minutes the place has been quiet.
After the band decides to take a break a group of people walk in. Anyone who's been around the block a few times can tell two of them are Human and the other is a Taung. The Taung is wearing a symbol painted across his armor as he gazes almost defiantly across the whole bar looking at everyone in here. Then he motions for his two companions to the bar, and they take a seat.
Things go back to normal for awhile, some heated conversation between the new comers and a patron that was more then a little tipsy. Some who were eavesdropping or nearby would hear the word Mandalorian dropped and the guy backs off.
OOC and I shall give the stage to you guys from here. I want to see what you do.
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Post by moonfire on Oct 7, 2010 21:33:45 GMT -5
Aurelie Mikova was what one would assume was an average joe for the most part. She lived in Coruscant for most of her life, her parents having been slaves that bought their freedom from the Hutt lord that kept them, with what money they had left they settled into the seedier district of the city. Still was better than Nar Shaddaa they always claimed. Hah.
"Bar keep, another Sunrise." The husky voiced Twi'lek asked her attention turning to the interesting new comers. Taking the colorful drink in hand, she settled herself at an empty table near them, curious as to what these odd strangers had to say. Keeping her head low, Aurelie attempted to listen without seeming like she was eavesdropping, blue eyes bore into the colors of her drink. Man, it was a boring day.
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Post by elifain on Oct 7, 2010 21:57:45 GMT -5
Saerel sat in the corner of the bar, calmly watching the scene unfold before him. As the twilek made a move, and the taung and his friends moved up to a patron of the bar, He stood up, and walked towards the excitement, a drink in hand.
You seem to use your heritage as a threat, boyo... Saerel said, slurring his words purposely, a smug smile on his face. Don't sound like a real warriors ideals, to me.
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Post by Cain on Oct 7, 2010 22:09:39 GMT -5
Hatori surveyed the scene around him with firmly cemented frown across his face. The shot of Juma Juice he'd ordered sat on the bar behind him, quivering lightly as the liquid was filled to the brim and had not yet been touched. Though Hatori was plenty old enough to be in such an establishment, he by no mean looked it. The bouncer at the door gave him quite a bit of crap about it in fact, but probably surmised that the boy wasn't worth the effort.
The drunks bickering across the bar provided some light comic relief, but Hatori didn't pay them much mind. His thoughts were hell bent on finding himself a new lightsaber. Vibroswords were good for carving up the odd Rodian, but otherwise they were far too barbaric for Hatori's tastes.
Just then it seemed another drunk was joining the parade. Hatori turned back to the bar, flicking his shot glass lightly. Seemed it was only a matter of time before the nuts hit the fan.
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Post by Zilfer on Oct 7, 2010 22:21:32 GMT -5
DM:
The three turned to Saerel as he approached talking. They crossed their arms for a moment as they served the man before them. "Seems we have another Vode in here," said the Taung as he picked up his grimly green drink and downed it with a large single gulp. "We have a reputation and some people don't like to get on our bad side, but I bet you already know that."
"You up for a job? Pays well as long as you don't ask to many questions. You think your up for that?" said the Taung as the two humans turned back to the bar.
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Post by moonfire on Oct 7, 2010 22:29:24 GMT -5
"Heh, if he doesn't want it, I'll certainly take it." Aurelie said as she hopped out of her chair a little over enthusiastically. Downing the rest of her very colorful drink she slapped the glass back on the table.
"No need for names or anything, just give me a price and a job, I'll tell ya if I feel up to it." She said with a very forward smirk.
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Post by elifain on Oct 7, 2010 22:35:32 GMT -5
Saerel looked the taung in the eye, only breaking contact as the twi'lek opted to take the job mentioned. He looked back, a smile on his face, and without slurring in the least, he said, What good would I be if I let the aruetii show me up. I'm in. He looked over to the twilek, a glance going over her, before turning back to the taung.
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Post by Cain on Oct 7, 2010 22:41:56 GMT -5
Hatori continued to mind his business, only slightly disappointed that the congregation of drunks behind him hadn't erupted into an all out brawl. It had been so long since Hatori had been tested, all he needed was a reason at this point... The mention of a job by the Taung was nothing unusual. There was all sorts of shady business going down on any given night within the confines of such dives. Though it didn't stop Hatori from eavesdropping.
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Post by Zilfer on Oct 7, 2010 22:50:56 GMT -5
DM: *rolls dice behind screen*
"You can split the money however you want," said the Taung with a smirk. "Well I need a Job done and I don't want it linked to me in any way. I need someone taken out. Let's talk credits first, the pay will be a flat 1500 Credits."
"Get the job done and you'll have your credits though this target won't be running alone so I'd suggest having a team of more then just you. Your choice in the end," said the Taung as he shrugged. "So if you agree then lets take this outside were we won't be overheard."
The Taung looked over at Hatori who he had been keeping an eye on since the thing began. "A friend of yours perhaps?" asked the Taung simply.
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Post by moonfire on Oct 7, 2010 22:57:00 GMT -5
"Nope, but he will be." Aurelie said with a wink to the Taung before turning about, her blue eyes set on the almost childlike guy at the bar. Weaving between the tables and chairs the rutian Twi'lek rested an elbow on the bar, pushing herself to the same level as him, eye to eye.
"Hi there, you look like a forboading fella, with a touch of gloomy mystery to ya. I was wonderin' if you'd be at all interested in joinin' me and.... that guy over there for a job? Its 1500 credit gig, and we could use another setta hand, eh?" Aurelie asked as nonchalantly as possible.
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Post by elifain on Oct 7, 2010 22:59:05 GMT -5
Saerel watched as the twilek walked away, and started talkin to the kid. He shook his head, before moving to leave the bar, and took up a leaning stance outside, towards one of the alleyways. It mattered not to him, whether the two came or stayed behind, as long as he had a way to get payed.
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Post by Cain on Oct 7, 2010 23:05:39 GMT -5
Hatori was somewhat startled by the sudden assault the female Twi'lek levied upon him, knocking over his shot of juma juice as he recoiled from her sudden approach. Raising an eyebrow, Hatori ran a hand through his thick white hair, considering the offer placed before him. Really it was just an excuse to kill something, but even an exiled Jedi such as he could use a few extra credits.
"Well since you asked nicely..." Hatori replied simply, standing up and tossing a few extra credits at the bartender, "Sorry about the mess." He then followed Saerel and Aurelie out into the ally where the shady Taung was waiting.
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Post by Zilfer on Oct 7, 2010 23:16:30 GMT -5
DM:
To Hatori: The bartender squints at you before mumbling something under his breath as you leave.
To All: The alleyway was deserted and the two men held either side making sure no one wandered into the 'wrong alley' anytime soon. The Taung pulled out a datapad as he saw them approach. It had the face of a rather ugly looking Taung.
"His name is Tarin, and he stabbed me in the back recently screwing me over in some dealings with precious cargo. He cut and run when he saw the chance to jump at some credits. Now I need you to make him disappear, I don't care how." said the Taung who handed the datapad to the Twi'lek woman. "Oh, do it within the next three days and meet us back here. Trust me, I'll know if you kill the bastard. I'd suggest you ask his previous employer, a Hutt by the name of Slem. I might mention he doesn't like talking. His place's location's on the datapad, I leave the rest to you."
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Post by moonfire on Oct 7, 2010 23:22:01 GMT -5
"Welcome to the team Mr. Gloomy" Aurelie said patting Hatori on the back before directing her attention back to the other soldier fellow and the Taung that had first brought up the prospect of this adventure.
Accepting the datapad her eyes scanned over it gently. "So, I take it that because I've got the datapad I'm team leader? Excellent." The blue skinned scout muttered happily to herself.
"So, Mr. Gloomy and Dude-man-dude, whats our next step?"
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Post by elifain on Oct 7, 2010 23:26:42 GMT -5
Saerel raised an eyebrow upon hearing his new "nickname". He shrugged it off, before saying, First would be to find the hutt, and get the info from him... Saerel said, before looking over the kid. He didn't expect much in a battle from either of them, but people had habbits of proving him wrong.
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