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Hi guys I was gone for a very long time but now I'm back!!!

 

I was looking over the threads, and some of them are to serious for the mood i'm in now so i decided to start this.

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Welcome one, welcome all to the Nar Shaddaa cantina.

Sit down, play some pazzak, dance, have a drink, enter the dueling arena.

 

*i walk in and tell the bartender to give me a corelian ale*

 

*spelling edited*

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A weak, but strong in the mind, tall, skinny man walks into the Cantina and walks straight to the Dueling Arena desk. When he stops in front of the desk a Rodian looks up from his control panel and asks, "Would you like to sign up for the dueling arena?" Nom Carver stares at the Rodian and replies, "Yes."

"Tell me your Dueling name and real name and ill type it in for you." Nom thinks and then says, "My name is Nom Carver and my duelist name is Dark Shadow."

The Rodian types his name's and then asks, "Would you like to take a practice round with someone?" Nom quickly snaps, "No, but i would like to fight into the ranks now."

The Rodian looks at the man, "OK, if you say so. Would you like to battle now?"

"No," he replies. "I'll be back later."

 

History of Nom Carver: ???? (last seen leaving Onderon on a passenger liner making it way towards Nar Shaddaa)

 

Spelling: Nar Shaddaa

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One of the local bounty hunters walks in the bar to order a drink. Realizing he is almost out of credits he looks at what work they have. Hmmm... the dueling ring, eh?. He walked over to the rodian. "I would like to sign up for the dueling ring."

The Rodian answered, "I need your name and your dueling name."

The man answered, "My name is Vadrin Kel-Yaan, and my dueling name- I will think of one."

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He walked in, taking a cautious look around. One of the local bounty hunters stood to one side speaking with the dueling coordinator. As long as he kept his head down the bounty hunter would probably overlook him. Captain Starhawk adjusted his black jacket and the two holsters under it. He walked down to the back end of the cantina opposite the duel coordinator and took a seat across from a short, chubby, male twi'lek. "You play pazaak?"

 

The twi'lek quickly inspected Jaykke. Black boots, black work pants, black short-sleeved jacket, black gloves with a good grip, a pale green armor vest, a backpack, and the silhouette of a pair of custom firearms under his jacket. About the same as every other shady gambler he'd bested that day. Nodding, the twi'lek smiled at him and responded "Naturally, have a seat! I could use a new challenge."

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A dark figure caresses the shadows of the corner table, he slides his hand across the table and reaches for his tipple. Grabbed with a sense of authority he swallows the liquid whole and meanders back to the shadow, a lost soul is beckoning upon the cantina. Maybe he wants help, guidance or someone to talk with, but ultimately he wants no trouble.

 

"Bartender, another."

 

The shadow decieves the crowd...

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"That's five games in a row. You sure you don't want to call it quits?"

 

The twi'lek looked up at Jaykke irritatedly. My luck will turn around soon enou--" He caught a glimpse of Captain Starhawk adjusting the glove on his left hand. "What is that?!" He grabbed the gloved hand and several +/- pazaak cards fell out. The twi'lek looked up. "You CHEATED!!"

 

Starhawk pushed his chair back a few inches, "Cheat is such a harsh word, I prefer... advanced rules?" The twi'lek unsheathed his knife and lunged for his throat. Starhawk leapt out of his chair to the right at the last instant and watched the twi'lek slam his skull into the metal chair which tipped over and slammed him into the floor where he lay unconscious. Taking a few glances around to assure no one had seen, he casually walked to the bar and had a seat to recount the 5,000 credits he had won and buy himself a drink.

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Nom started to leave the room and what he thought was a bounty hunter walked towards the dueling coordinator. He wonders that he might have a little trouble beating this hunter, since he looks to be experienced. Nom continues on and sits at the bar. He looks around and notices two guys starting to play pazaak and he starts watching from the bar. Suddenly, Nom is startled by the bartender asking if he wanted a drink since he was into the pazaak game. "Yes, i would like the special drink for today."

"Coming up," the bartender opens a freezer and mixes some drink together including a little Correlian Ahle. He then sees a jawa walk in and sit at the bar. The bartender gives Nom his drink and walks over to the jawa. Isn't it weird for a jawa to come into a cantina? he thought. "Oh well" he murmured, and started sipping his drink.

 

(((This happened before you were caught cheating:D)))

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Jark the new bartender waltzes in and takes the position of the old one, serves a couple drinks and decides to start a conversation with Starhawk, who he had just seen win a pazzak game.

 

"Like pazzak much? I saw what you did to that the guy over there, dont worry ill keep it hush, i dont want anything to happen on my first day. Have a drink, on the house. Does a correlian ahle sound fine?"

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Nom finshed his drink and stood up and walked to the Rodian dueling cooridinator.

"Would you like to start?" the Rodian asks before Nom could speak. "Um... yes"

"Hold on just a sec..." the door opens next to him, "There. Now just walk and take your position." He walks down the dark hallway hearing screams of excitement, and cheers, and chants. When he got to the end of the tunnel hallway everyone screamed even louder knowing who the challenger was. Nom looked around half-grinning at the crowd cheering.

 

(((I'm not good with battles so can anyone write it for me? Nom was trained by a master duelist so hopefully its closly related to the Deadeye Duncan battle where Nom wins but a little harder than that.)))

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The grain of a figure, moves to the front of the crowd. He quietly waits as the crowd begin to cheer, either the fighters are hero's or he they are jokes upon themselves, he decides to pull a chair to a table with a view of the dueling ring. The shadows began to slowly draw up his tall figure. A robe is then unearthed and a shattering flash of a weapon, to some of the ever watchful crowd.

 

Someone approaches, the decision is a clear one, don't let him or any information about yourself leave this cantina, he has seen too much, the entity grows ever closer and begans to reach for his pocket.

 

The figure in dark, misty robes, slowly backs away into the darkness of the rowdy crowd. The fight is about to begin, but there is another...

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A Wookie walked in. He had a scar on his face which made him seem ugly. He walked up to the Rodian and he said "I'd like to sign up for this...dualing thing." "Your n-name s-sir?" the Rodian stuttered. "I have no name." the Wookie said. "They call me the The Stranger." he said. "OK, so I'll put you down as the The Stranger." said the Rodian. The The Stranger sat down and called a waiter.

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(((Never mind, I have a good idea)))

 

Nom's competitor walks in putting some suspense on Nom making him wonder if this guy was better than him. If he was harder to beat, then the rest of the higher ranked duelists would be even harder. Nom stares at the man in robes with a hood walk in and stand relaxed like another normal duel for him. None of his skin could be seen made Nom wonder what he looked without the robe. Soon the Announcer started counting down after he stated their names.

 

"....2....1 Fight!!" the announcer yelled into the speaker. The man quickly grabbed two of his pistols out from under his robe and took a shoot from each one. Nom quickly darted to the left dodging the bullets while reaching for his Prototype custom-sword designed himself.

 

After taking two shoots at Nom he realized that he missed. Quickly, he stuffed his pistols in their holders and grabbed his dual swords, a little shorter than long swords.

 

Huh, he must like dual weapons, which means he must be powerful with them thought Nom as he ran closer and closer. Right before Nom made contact he grabbed his custom asassin pistol and took two shots at ((What's his name. Anyone think of a good name for him?)). One bullet missed just over his shoulder and the other went through the robe and hit his left arm. He dropped his blaster, since no use putting it away, and made contact with ((what's his name. *)). ((*)) dropped his sword and couldn't pick it up since he would lose by bending down to grab it. Nom slowly pushed his sword down low with ((*'s)) sword and then Nom swung his sword up going across his chest making him fall.

 

"The Fight is over. Dark Shadow has finally changed the ranks and has put pressure on ((*)). Will Dark Shadow soon be the leader of the Nar Shaddaa Cantina? Keep watching to find out where he will might stop climbing the ranks!!"

 

While walking down the hallway he heard screaming even louder than walking in. He grinned and continued walking down the hallway to collect his money.

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An armoured soldier strode into the cantina, his boots making a dull clank with every step. His face was shrouded in the helmet and his body was covered in armour. The armour was a dull orange, with many scratches and scars on its surface, the figure grinned inside his helmet as he remembere dthe days with which he gained them.

 

Sitting by one of the screens he ordered quite a lot of everything they had. Grinning at the alcoholic feast inf ront of him he rmeove dhis helmet, revealing a would-be stern faced man if he didn't have all the smile creases. His brown hair was tied in a ponytail going down to the nape of his neck witha band surrounding hsi forehead. His brown eyes danced as they glowered at the alcoholic beverages and to the disgust of several other customers he began glugging the lot down.

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The figure has know came to within a few feet of the man in robes, he is still foraging in his right pocket for something of value. As the happens the robed entity starts to withdraw a glimmering object from beneath his robe. But as this begins to happen the weapon is unearthed from the pocket and is shown to be a datapad of some sort.

 

"Keep this, I will be back later"

 

The datapad is thrusted into the pelvis of the robed man, and he surrenders his arm to grab the pad and retracts it beneath his robe.

 

Nobody has seen these events, everyone is fixated on a duel between Dark Shadow and another figure shrouded in stealth. The man in robes moves back to his plush view of the ring, and sits down to some more Corellian Ale...

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"What would you like, sir?" asked a waiter."I want a nice, tall glass of Tatooine Sunburn." said the The Stranger sternly. "Coming right up, sir." replied the waiter. The The Stranger leaned back and waited for his beverage. An Aqualish bounty hunter approached him."You have a bouny on your head. I'm here to collect it." said the Aqualish said to him."Am I worth more dead or alive?" asked the The Stranger." "Dead." said the bounty hunter. The The Starnger roared and threw him onto the table. The bounty hunter pulled out his blaster. It was pulled from his hand. The The Stranger Pulled as hard on his arms as he could. The Aqualish screamed in pain. The The Stranger succeded in ripping of the bounty hunters arms. Everyone stared. Finally, the The Stranger twisted his neck untl it broke."Sorry about the mess." The The Stranger said to the bartender. He tossed him some credits and walked over to another table. Everyone resumed what they were doing.

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A tall man enters the bar in a slow, tranquil manner. Just a few notice him, with his strange clothes and appearance. He is wearing a long black cloak, and what seems to be gray jedi garments underneath. He seems to carry no weapons, but if inspected closely, the silvery glint of a lightsaber handle can be seen. But what really catches the attention is his face; not his long, silky, pitch black hair, or his cybernetic implants, not even his pale gray skin. It's his fierce looking, full red eyes.

 

He gets a drink and sits for a while, getting some looks here and there. His stance and actions make it almost impossible to know what he feels or thinks.

 

After some while, a tough looking bounty hunter enters the cantina, seems he's looking for something. The shady guy on the corner seems nervous now, and pulls up the hood on his cloak. The bounty hunter seems to calm down after a quick search, and asks for a juma juice cocktail.

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Captain Starhawk took another sip of his ale, grinning at the results of the last duel (and the hefty profit from his wager on it) when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up stiffly as if struck by a spark. Glancing across to the opposite side of the bar his eyes were drawn to the new arrival: a tall man wearing a black cloak and gray Jedi robes.

 

Dropping his glass, Jaykke quickly dropped off his stool with his back flat against the bar. "Don't panic... it might just be a Jedi..." Creeping up the side of the bar, Captain Starhawk snuck another glance at the newcomer and dropped to the floor soundlessly. "Right... a Jedi with blood red eyes...

 

Staying in a crouch, Captain Starhawk stealthily snuck towards the rear exit, his hands on his blasters the whole way...

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He slowly lowered his grin and stepped out into the duelist room. He walked over to the Rodian, "That was an outstanding fight. You finally messed with the ranks. None of the other higher ranked duelists will like you and will train harder now. Now, Would you like your credits?"

"Yes," as the Rodian passed Nom his 300 credits. He walked out the duelist room and walked to the bar and he sat down. He noticed a man quickly barge through a back door. but he ignored him and sat there meaningless. He waved the bartender off and watched others around the bar. As Nom's eyes looked around he noticed a man with fiery red eyes taking a drink. He studied him and then continued looking at the rest.

 

When he finished looking around the bar, Nom's eues quickly were fixed on the robed fiery red eyed man. As Nom wondered who he was the man moved his waist area and a ray from the light ficture blinded Nom's eyes. Was that a lightsaber? Could it be? Could that be a jedi? he thought before shaking unnoticeably. As he slowly and casually stood up from his chair, he made is way to his apartment for the night.

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Captain Starhawk dove through the back door, took a corner too quickly and crashed to a halt against the chest of a large, muscular, bouncer. Before he could fall to the floor, the bouncer grabbed him by the arm and back of his jacket, and threw him out the back door. The bouncer shouted "AND STAY OUT!!!" before slamming the door.

 

>>Out of Char: << I intend to continue my char's story from here at a later date...

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