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Post by Warork on Dec 24, 2014 5:26:59 GMT
"Alright gentlemen, place your bets." Sera said to the table of fellow gamblers seated around her. To her right a Duros freighter captain pondered his cards and tentatively placed a few chips representing different amounts of credits into the pot in the center of the table. To her left a grunting Aqualish mercenary in black body armor placed his own chips in the center confidently. Across from her, a Devaronian merchant resignedly threw his cards on the table and sighed.
"I fold." He said as he leaned back in his chair. Sera chuckled, leaning her seat back against the inner wall of the circular bar known to the locals as the Rowdy Ronto. Not the best name for a bar, she thought, but she'd heard worse back in Mos Eisley.
"Maybe if you'd actually stay a whole hand you might win some of your losses back, Craysin." Sera replied with a smug smile revealing twin lines of pearly white teeth set into a rather lovely pale face with tumbles of dark brown hair to top it all off.
"Shove off, offworlder." The Devaronian replied disgustedly as he stormed off, taking his few remaining credit chips with him. Sera watched him go for a moment and then turned back to the two other gamblers, her smug smirk still in place.
"Now that we've got the pussy out of the way..." Sera snickered. "I's the moment of truth."
The three showed their hands at the same time. The Duros had a nice suite but his measured confidence quickly despaired as he saw the other two's hands. The Aqualish mercenary was holding a perfect 23...in Sabacc terms that was the second best hand in the game. Second only to the one Sera was holding in her hand. The fabled Idiots array; a perfect 23 with the addition of the idiot card from the Sabacc deck.
"I guess that's why they say read em' and weep huh?" She said, her smile not diminishing as the big Aqualish's sacs inflated in anger and he slammed his fist down on the table before storming off like the Devaronian. The Duros too sighed and took his few remaining chips although he seemed much more calm about the whole thing. Sera remained at the table and scooped the pot in the middle next to the dealer droid towards her and started counting.
After a minute, she sighed contentedly and looked out towards the wall spanning windows in the bar. Speeders zoomed by in lines outside backdropped by other towers in the distance stretching into the sky like questing fingers. Nar Shadda...the smuggler's moon. She had come a long way from Tatooine to get here and now it seemed she and everyone else was stuck here as long as the imperial blockade was about. She supposed she was lucky though, she had arrived just before the imperials had, a few days later and she could have been well on her way to some penal colony by now...or blasted to atoms by turbolasers. To be honest, she didn't know which she thought was worse. It was strange to hear so much about the Imperials. She'd lived her whole life in the outer rim, out here Imperials were often few and far between.
A server droid rolled up to her table just as she was scooping the last of her winnings into the collection bag. She placed the bag on the droid's platter and tapped it on it's flat head.
"Take that to the counter for me and bring me back the credit chit, would ya? And bring me back another Corellian cooler while you're at it."
The droid beeped and whistled as it went off to do what it was bid. Sera got up from her chair and walked over to the window past all of the tables around her with other card games and conversation happening at them. She tried to tune out the Twi'lek girl singing in the other corner on the stage at the far end of the circle bar. She'd been having weird feelings ever since she got to the surface...like...deja vu or something...Weird senses of familiarity. But she'd never been off of Tatooine in all her eighteen years so how could that be? At first she'd just let the feelings slide as nervousness but she kept having them...maybe she needed to see a doctor...
She couldn't get sick now, there was too much at stake. The Boonta Eve Classic was right around the corner. That was why she was here...to meet representatives of one of the bigshot slugs on this slug moon. She shivered. The Hutts ruled with an iron fist on Tatooine, dealing with them made her nervous but she also knew just how good a pilot she was. If everything went well in the next few days she could be the richest podracer in the outer rim.
Sera was snapped out of her reverie as the server droid came back with a credit chit and a tall glass full of blue fluorescent liquid on its platter.
"Thanks." Sera said as she put the credit chit in her jacket's pocket. She took the drink and sipped thoughtfully. She looked at the chronometer on her wrist and back at the bar's main entrance. She sighed. Maybe she would actually get to talk to this Hutt's goons if they ever got here.
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Post by silence on Dec 24, 2014 7:34:48 GMT
Blood slowly flowed from the gaping hole in the Phuii`s head, or rather what remained of it. Taric was holstering the weapon that had delivered that blow and calmly reached for his communicator that was beeping incessantly. Expecting Rohta`s bodyguard, Taric`s blood ran cold when the fat head of Timuur, Governor of Nar Shadaa, appeared and grinned evilly.
"I`d hope I`m not interrupting those important things you told Rohta you had to do?" Timuur smugly started.
Taric barely was able to speak but managed a meek reply, "Your lordship, nothing is that important." Taric made sure to add the added nicety to ensure he didn't get on the slugs bad side from the start.
"Regardless, I`ve got a quite important contract I`d like to discuss with you, if you aren't doing more important things." The slug kept stinging Taric with his own words, "If you care to here the details, come back to the Ronto." He smiled again and the hologram flicked off.
Fear causing him to sweat, he quickly looked over at C5, "C5, clean up this mess, I`ve got more important matters to attend too." With that, Taric took back to the streets and made his way back to the Rowdy Ronto.
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The amount of bodyguards around the two Hutts, put Taric off at first, but if Timuur or the other hutt, who he couldn't quite make out, wanted him dead they wouldn't be present. He came out of the shadows and approached the slugs, "Your greatness, how great it is to be allowed the grace of being in your presence, let alone you requiring my services." Taric watched his tongue, knowing full well what happened if he misplaced just one word. "What does your lordship require of me?"
Timuur looked over at his slug companion, and the shadowed slug spoke, "I would request you eliminate a certain member of one of my opposing gangs." The slug stopped for only a moment, and before Taric could speak up to wonder why this involved Timuur, he spoke again. "Now, normally I wouldn't be wasting my grandfathers time, but this isn't just about my gang, its about a man who has assassinated another Hutt."
Taric knew exactly who he was talking about, "Mythus", was the spooks name. Had rigged some droids with tons of explosives or something and killed a Hutt. A high ranking one at that, smart man. A challenge and quite a hefty price on his head alone, then you add a contract, oh the credits he would be swimming in.
Pulled out of his thoughts, the shadowed slug continued, "I assume you know who he is, and I want him alive if possible. Payment will come after he is successfully eliminated." The slug finished, looking at Taric and awaiting an answer.
"Well, I`d be most honored to not only work for one of Timuur`s grandsons, but Timuur himself. I`ll have the man in your custody within 72 hours." Taric gathered up his will and spoke with confidence.
Timuur laughed, "One more thing, Mathius, should you successfully complete this, you could be the biggest up-and-coming triggerman in the sector." Timuur laughed some more, "And should you fail, the imperials penal colonies might be a better fate than what I shall do to you."
Taric held his ground, but his face still flushed of its color, "Yes, your lordship. It shall be done."
Timuur turned back to the shadowed slug, and his bodyguard nodded at the exit off the balcony. Taric quickly turned towards it and made his way back into the bar. He made his way to the bar and waved at the bartender for the usual, and the human came over and poured a purplish liquid into a small glass. Taric grabbed the glass and drank the entire contents in a single gulp, he was still getting over the fear of failing this contract. He was so scared that he hadn't even bothered to look at his surroundings.
People had really started to fill the bar, the star singer was onstage, and for some reason the air felt odd and almost heavy. Suddenly a slam of fists and an angry aqualish got up from a gambling table, obviously furious about losing some rigged game no doubt, while the other one sat calmly and the winner scooped in her winnings. Taric`s attention was dragged away as a patron knocked into him getting off his stool and he looked out the exit of the bar, which C5 was making its way through, and noticed a strange old tech droid standing outside as well. Beautiful droid for its age, but he didn't have time to admire, he had a target to hunt. C5 floated its way up to him, and he started to relay info to it, while mindlessly picking up the refilled glass and sloshing back the purple liquid without a second thought.
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Judge Death
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Post by Judge Death on Dec 24, 2014 14:46:02 GMT
The streets of the Spike were crammed with every type of intellegant and scum trying to get into the clubs and dens littering the area, Deathstick dealers stud outside the establishments to the patrens hoping to hit the next level, Trendoshion and Gumorian bouncers kept out the poor.
"Hey, Merc! Do you wanna buy some deathsticks?" A Rodian in a red leather duster shouted to Ter hoping to get his attention and his credits, Ter walked towards the dealer his eyes locked to him as he watched the dealer sell his produce to a Twi'lek woman in ragged.
"You! Come here." Ter shouted and pointed to the woman. The look of terror on her face was obvious she had just been called back by a figure in full armour as well as armed to the teeth, she lowered her head and quickly scruied back her deathstick clutched to her chest.
"Now give her the credits back." The Kel Dor growled to the Rodian dealer.
"Sorry but the deal was ma..." The Dealer nerviously tried to say but was stopped by Ter grabbing him and pinning the Rodian against the wall.
"I. Said. Now." Ter said in a low angry tone as his grip tightend around the rodian's throat. Without a word the Rodian nodded and dropped to the floor when Ter let go, the Dealer put his hand in his pocket and give the woman her credits back.
"Now you drop the sticks and quit." Ter said in a gently tone and the woman nodded dropping the sticks then ran.
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'Hmm "The Rowdy Ronto" seems a good place.' Ter thought to himself as he walked up to the neon lit door way. The sound of up beat music grow louder as Ter made his way into the building and a slight mist from nercotics and other subsinaces filled the room, a Twi'lek singing gathered a crowd on the dance floor and screens played a Imperial broadcast but nobody paid attention.
"Hello there. What can I get you?" The human bartender asked as he passed a drink to another patran.
"I'm looking work. You got any information?" Ter replied as he looked over his shoulder.
"Personally, no. You should try the boss man but he is out. While you wait enjoy the show." The Bartender replied to question.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Dec 24, 2014 19:36:38 GMT
There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force.
Vira was aware time had passed, but ironically in the silence and calm of this palace of all places had allowed her some measure of peace. The two guards had brought her here to this spot, threatened her again, then marched back to guard their master's meeting and glare at their counterparts, safe in the knowledge that the blind girl would be scared to even think about running away.
So she sat, Her own little island of tranquility. She could escape, she supposed, but as she had no idea where to run to, she decided to feel the gentle surge of life around her, here where the simple vibrant life was easier to see swirling around everything, here closer to the bustle and activity of the world. Here was a good a place as any to wait the next part of the Force's plan for her.
Vira frowned, there was something, like a tugging at her head, getting stronger by the momentand to her sightless eyes the Force seemed to be getting more agitated-
"Hey.. uh.. are you alright?" "hmm?"
Still focused on this new oddity, Vias half turned towards the voice, then remembered herself and focused slightly away from the speaker, then suddenly her focus all switched to this new arrival.
He was glowing, faintly, with the force, the mystical energy swirling around him like a loyal pet welcoming him home. he was Force Sensative
Vias gave a shriek despite herself and scurried backwards a few steps before her fear of discovery slammed back down and she became the slave Kaless again and immediately brought her head down in a bow so that her face nearly touched the fine carpets.
"Forgive me Sir, i did not hear you approach, and to my shame i cannot help an honored guest of Governor Timuur , for i am here with my Master, who is likewise a guest in these halls."
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Post by Darko on Dec 24, 2014 19:46:59 GMT
Mythus almost startled when the young woman, sitting so still and peaceful, suddenly jumped back with a shriek. He raised an eyebrow and glanced around nervously. He knew the music from the Rowdy Ronto would more than drown it out, but looking over his own shoulder regularly had saved him enough times that it had become a force of habit.
"Trust me I'm the last person the Hutts would honour as a guest," he replied with a wry smile. "What are you doing here if... who is your master, if I may ask?" Mythus queried, his mind fitting together potential pieces of a puzzle. As far as he was aware, there were only two Hutts in The Spike currently, and the one who lived here - Governor Timuur - was evidently not her master. That meant the other one could be. Unless this seemingly helpless slave belonged to someone random, he considered, yet it would be most peculiar for someone less arrogant than a Hutt to leave their 'property' out in the open, for no one else could be so certain that nobody in their right mind would interfere with one of their acquisitions.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Dec 25, 2014 12:06:30 GMT
Vias shook her head, "I cannot talk to you. it is forbidden. The guards..."
She paused, as if realizing something for the first time, tilting her head as if listening, after so long th mask was getting to become a part of her as much as breathing, all the while she stared at his aura, examining it, gauging his responses.
"where are the guards? if you are not a guest they will kill you if they see and i will be punished for being with you. You must go, i cannot help you."
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Post by Lin on Dec 25, 2014 22:15:53 GMT
Kyra was, like every evening, working in the Rowdy Ronto. Her shift just began when she stood on stage singing her first song. She liked to sing and she enjoyed making music with the band, but she also needed the money for living. One thing she likes most of her job is that she meets and sees so many new people. Because she works there almost every night, she knows who is just passing through and who is a common guest. This night, there are a lot of new faces. It is not just that, but she can sense that some of them are very special. For example the Kel Dor-man who just came in and is talking to Jim, the bartender. After finishing her second song, she walked towards the stranger, sat down next to him and asked Jim for a glass of water ''A new face in the cantina, but yet, so familiar... Can I help you at all?'' She asked the stranger in Kel Dor language..
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Post by yumichi on Dec 25, 2014 22:16:06 GMT
Ch'iara walked through the street, it was already late in the evening. Everywhere she looked she saw people entering clubs. She sighed, it has been now almost 5 years since she escaped from the bounty hunters who she was enslaved to. Still it doesn't feel like she's completely free, ofcourse she's free from those bounty hunters, but she never can get used to living a more or less criminal life. Eventhough she quite likes to get all different tasks. She doesn't see herself as a bounty hunter, eventhough she's one.
Ch'iara walked further and then she entered the bar "The Rowdy Ronto". She looked around a bit and went to the bar and sat down. While Ch'iara watched the Twi'lek singing. She looks familiar... Ch'iara thought. The Kage saw that the bartender was coming towards her, "What can I get you?" he asked. "A beer, please." "What kind of beer?" "Doesn't matter, the cheapest you've got." Ch'iara answered. The bartender nodded and went further to the next person. A few minutes later the bartender arrived with the beer. Ch'iara looked at the singer again and then started thinking why she recognized the Twi'lek. Just then she saw the Twi'lek was coming towards her but turned towards another person not sitting far away and started to talk to him.
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Post by Darko on Dec 26, 2014 3:12:16 GMT
Mythus decided this girl needed reassuring if he was going to get any information from her. He reached into his pocket and produced a commlink he'd built a year ago from spare parts and he called his ever qttentive bodyguard. "Come back down here, Eights. If the guards see us talking, they'll kill me. If myself or this young lady are threatened, initiate close combat protocols." +++Confirmation: They shall be terminated silently, Master+++ Mythus turned back to the slave girl. "A few thugs aren't much of a threat while Eights is here. But... I have no intentions of starting a firefight with Hutt thugs in neutral territory, least of all right on Timuur's doorstep."
He thought for a moment. If this young lady happened to work for who he suspected she did, then she could be very useful to him. However, there was more to it than that, he realised. While he had conditioned himself not to trust anyone and look out for only himself, he felt strangely compelled to help this poor, seemingly blind and enslaved young lady. "Come on, I'm sure those Hutt goons don't feed you very well. Let's go into the cantina and I'll buy you a decent meal," he smiled, extending a hand to help her up.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2014 5:19:47 GMT
It was a calm, cloudless day, he had finished his schooling and was playing outside with other children. Their games were rough, violent play-fights and bloody mock-battles, often ending in bloody noses and bruised bodies, sometimes two fighters, sometimes more. His parents came, told him to tell his friends goodbye, told him he was leaving. Two strangers waited for him at home, they said they were taking him to a far away world, told him he was destined to be a warrior, told him he would be remembered for great deeds in mighty battles. They took him to a ship, other were children already there, others would join them over the coming weeks, the strangers told them they all held a great power, a power they would learn to use at their temple. But something happened, the strangers left, men came, the children were scattered and separated, work, beatings, violence, pain.
"Zeek!" Varhor shouted breaking through Zeek's daydream, "You all here buddy?"
Zeek's head snapped to face Varhor, who was accompanied by Hoffa, fragmented memories of that time so long ago disappearing back to whatever dark recesses of his mind they came from. "I'm here boss." Zeek said, "Just got lost in my thoughts for awhile."
"Thinking's dangerous ya know." Hoffa scoffed from behind Varhor.
"For you it is." Zeek sneered.
"Enough you two." Varhor warned, "Now what's this I heard about our delivery never showing up?"
"Contact never showed." Zeek stated, "We waited about an hour past the scheduled meet time and then left."
"Damn." Varhor sighed, "I'll have Dushnik look into it. In the mean time you look like you need a nap Zeek."
"What I need is a stiff drink." Zeek said standing up, "Speaking of which I'm taking Meeko's bike and heading to the Ronto."
"Try not to crash this time." Hoffa advised.
"Well if I do it will be on Meeko's bike so nothing lost." Zeek said.
"I heard that." Meeko shouted from another room.
"Don't care." Zeek shouted back as he walked into the garage, it took only a few moments to locate Meeko's bike parked among the rest. He climbed on without ceremony and carefully activated the replusorlifts. "Now lets see if I can manage this without breaking anything." He muttered to himself.
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