Judge Death
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Post by Judge Death on Dec 26, 2014 14:28:22 GMT
Ter turned to look at the singer his visor scans showed she was no threat to him and he was suprised at the woman's knowledge of the Kel Dor language.
"Impressive not many people know my peoples language. Yes I agree you do seem familiar...Have we met before?" Ter replied as he turned to face the Twi'lek, as he done that he noticed another patran looking at them and scans showed she was armed but it was getting stranger this other woman seemed familiar aswell.
"Who is she behind you? Is she somebody you know?" Ter asked the Twi'lek as he watched the woman.
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Post by yumichi on Dec 27, 2014 13:09:22 GMT
Ch'iara heard the singer and the other person talking in a strange language which she coulnd't understand. That guy looked a bit strange, but also familiar. It was strange. Why do all these people seem so familiar.
Then Ch'iara noticed the Kel Dor was watching her now. She had been staring too long perhaps.. And now he was asking the Twi'lek something, but Ch'iara thought it would be polite to say something. "uhm... I'm sorry that I was staring, I thought I recognized the Twi'lek, she seems familiar and you too. Have we all met before?" she asked.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Dec 27, 2014 20:05:35 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. Vias watched how he glowed with the force as he spoke, trying to gauge his intentions, her careful planning and fear of discovery was making her doubt his serenity, even as she could see he was telling the truth. "if i go with you," she said in calm tones of Vias, "he will hunt us. I know too much for him to give up when i vanish, no matter how many guards you kill. I take one step away from here with you, and i am dead if he finds us. Do you accept that, and will you keep me safe?"
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Post by Darko on Dec 27, 2014 20:29:45 GMT
Mythus regarded her for a moment, then spoke. "You work for Gorbula," he stated flatly, removing all pretence as to who she was enslaved to and what the knowledge she possessed was worth.
"He's already hunting me as it is, nothing will change that now. We can hide anywhere on this moon, but we know exactly where he lives. I have a plan to get off this blasted moon and with your help, I know we can succeed. You're welcome to join me."
The girl seemed to be considering what he said. "My name is Garen Zendu, and I suspect you've heard of me - the man the Hutts can't catch," he said with a laugh, as if to make a mockery of them. Yet inside he was as wary as ever, but this girl could be invaluable and he had to convince her he could keep her safe. No doubt his reputation preceded him, now that he had introduced himself. Part of him almost thought it was too good to be true, and he briefly considered if this meeting was more than just a coincidence. Such thoughts took him back to a time long ago, as a child when the Jedi Masters came for him and--no. It was pointless to think about that, and he tried to dismiss it. Why was he remembering that again? It had been years since he last thought about it.
Focusing on the present, he glanced around cautiously. "I don't need to tell you how dangerous this place can be," he pointed out, gesturing in the direction of Timuur's inner sanctum. "Lets head into the Ronto, it'll be safer to talk there. I'm meeting a.. friend there soon. Between my friend and the droid I'm with, I promise we'll be quite safe," Yeah, as safe as anyone is on Nar Shadaa, he thought.
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coolyo294
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Post by coolyo294 on Dec 27, 2014 20:45:09 GMT
As soon as Cam finished his meeting with Timuur he headed to the Rowdy Ronto. The clamor of the cantina was comforting compared to the silence of the throne room when Timuur had addressed him. Even the Twi'lek singer sounded good and he normally had no appreciation for music that fell outside his esoteric taste. He quickly found a seat at the bar and waved over the bartender.
"Sledgehammer, on the rocks." Cam said wearily.
The bartender nodded and prepared a small tumbler of iridescent black alcohol. Cam slid some credits to him and pounded down the drink in one gulp. True to its name, it felt like a hammer had smashed Cam's head. But that feeling quickly faded as he scanned the bar, searching for the man that would be discussing the details of the race with him. The sooner he could find him and get this race over with the better.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Dec 27, 2014 21:58:01 GMT
Vias smiled faintly, " a lie. but a small one, surrounded by truth enough."
She extended her empty hand up towards him, "fate has led us here along winding and difficult paths, who am i to refuse a chance when it is offered? Lead me out of these place, if fate choices that i die, i would rather die free."
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Post by Darko on Dec 27, 2014 23:55:36 GMT
Mythus helped his new acquaintance up and the pair began walking up the steps. He led her by hand, though for someone who was evidently blind she navigated the steps very easily. It did not take long to reach the Rowdy Ronto and with Eights, they headed inside. The Ronto was both a cantina, brothel and somewhere one could procure food. It serviced every need, every desire and catered to all manner of scum. It was full of them, most of them dangerous and carrying a blaster or five. A local band was playing, and Mythus wondered where the usual Twi'lek singer was. As if just by thinking it, it was as if he knew. Glancing over to the bar, he saw her. She was apparently on a break and was speaking with a Kel'Dor and a pale-skinned humanoid of a species he didn't recognise. There was something very odd about all three of them that grabbed his attention, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He found himself taking a step towards them and then stopped, confused. The Kel'Dor had the look of a gun for hire or a bounty hunter about him, and that meant there was a good chance he was working for the Hutts. The girl beside him seemed to glance at him as he was momentarily perplexed, but he thought nothing of it. "Come on, there's a secluded table over there at the back," Mythus said. +++Observation: I have identified six potential hostiles, Master. They are known members of the Vilyaks+++ "Good spot, Eights," Mythus replied, leading the three of them to the table at the back. He took a seat with his new acquaintance and Eights stood diligently beside the table, blaster held at the ready. A droid server passed by and Mythus beckoned it over, ordering food and drinks for two. The droid hurried off to relay the order. "You have me at a disadvantage, you know my name but I don't know yours. What's your story?" He asked. Mythus glanced around as he spoke, his eyes drawn back to where the singer, Kyra, was sat with those two others. He also felt himself drawn to the gambling corner, where by a window stood a woman. There was something familiar about her. Get a grip, Mythus. You really need to start getting more sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 0:29:45 GMT
Miraculously, Zeek managed to park the swoop bike without crashing it. Zeek was quiet as he traversed the parking lot, fragments of the past clouded his mind. Eager for a stiff drink, Zeek quickened his pace. A dozen stair flights or so led him to the Rowdy Ronto's entrance. As Zeek stepped into the cantina he felt, strange, like something was pulling on him. A quick glance around showed nothing too unusual, patrons crowded around the bar, a stand in band was filling in for the Ronto's usual singer, fools loitered around the gambling tables, a few Vilyak bikers milled about the cantina, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He spotted Garen and Eights in the far corner of the Cantina, some girl with bandages over her eyes was with them, Zeek made his way over to their table as he approached he felt the pulling sensation getting stronger, as if he was being drawn towards them. He hesitated for a moment, wary of this unusual feeling, muttering a curse he walked up and sat down, "Who's the broad?" He asked unceremoniously.
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Post by Warork on Dec 28, 2014 5:48:55 GMT
After a few minutes of looking out the bar's fantastic view and debating whether she should go out on the balcony for some fresh air or not, Sera noticed the small niggling at the back of her mind again, that weird feeling of deja vu that she had experienced so many times since she came planetside. She turned back around and pulled her racing jacket closer around her. Hat it gotten cold all of the sudden or had she just felt a sudden shiver for some reason?
She scanned the patrons of the bar until her eyes landed on someone (Cam) she felt looked...interesting at least, he didn't look like a local in any case...or maybe the feeling of deja vu just increased when she looked his way. Did she know him or something? She doubted it...she knew very few people on this little speck of dirt.
Regardless, she found herself striding over to the bar where the man had just ordered and downed a drink in one go. She snickered, that was her kind of guy. She set her drink down next to him on the bar and leaned against it for a moment as she examined him, unperturbed as he turned to look at who had approached him. He was taller than her and had a tired look about him as if something was bothering him.
"Anyone ever tell you you're an interesting looking fella?" She said suddenly. "Have we met?"
When the scruffy looking man answered in the negative, Sera shrugged and took a slug of her drink.
"The name's Zira," she said, making sure to use her old name that she gave out to people she didn't know. "If I had to take a guess I'd say you were a pilot. You've got that look about you, ya know? Got yourself a ship then, mister?"
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coolyo294
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Post by coolyo294 on Dec 28, 2014 6:04:23 GMT
The strangest feeling of familiarity overcame Cam as he looked at Zira, but he ignored it. Deja vu about meeting people was common in a job like smuggling that required you to deal with dizzying amounts of individuals on a regular basis. He motioned for another drink as she asked him if he was a pilot.
"Ayup, I've got my own ship. The Merkabah. Best damn blockade runner on this shithole of a moon." he said with a hint of pride. "Now is there a reason why you're talking to me or is it just pity for a man murdering his sorrows with booze?"
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