DirtyWombat Posted May 27, 2003 Share Posted May 27, 2003 From a stern awareness of the hightening tension in the cantina, the weathered man breaks from his concentration and steadies his posture with a smile to address his new companion. "The name's Ellam Feerce..." His eyes slip with a smirk towards the woman's proudly displayed blaster. "Nice to make your acquaintance..." He casually scans the cantina again. "Especially since this place appears that it will get busy..." The man takes a sip from his drink and asks... "What brings you here?" TAG: Danyx and patrons Wombat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Krymelord Posted May 27, 2003 Share Posted May 27, 2003 Kra'sko: I am well old friend, but it seems that the information I was following for you has ended with Vessen drawing some... unwanted attention. I am sure you saw the three out front, the four in the alley are as subtle as a Bantha in a pottery shop. I seem to remeber the last time we were here, we put several holes in the alley walls. Shreneka is going to ban us pretty soon! After a brief laugh from Grask, the rodian becomes hushed again. Kra'sko: I know very few of these patrons Grask, it has been too long since we have been here. So far only the human female looks like she may be trouble, the rest look like they will keep to themselves, although looks can be deceiving. So you followed the other trail of information, what did you learn on Dantooine? TAG: Jackrabbit/Danyx or Patrons Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Danyx Posted May 27, 2003 Author Share Posted May 27, 2003 Scanning the bar, she answers Ellam, "Busy is good, especially when you are looking for information to sell, or a delivery deal to make. Are you from this planet?" tag: wombat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DirtyWombat Posted May 27, 2003 Share Posted May 27, 2003 Ellam laughs softly and with a smile states... "Is it that obvious?" "I just got off of transport from Tatooine..." Ellam looks over his shoulder and around the cantina with a sheepish grin. "Here I thought I blended rather nicely." Ellam shakes the remnants of his drink and states softly... "It's been a long trip with little payoff." The man finishes his drink and gestures to the barkeep for another round and proclaims. "Oh, and bring one for my new friend here!" Ellam casually returns his attention to the woman and asks with a grin... "So..." "What's a girl like you doing in the information business?" "That sort of thing seems to draw a lot of attention from those I tend to keep at scope's distance." TAG: Danyx and patrons Wombat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Danyx Posted May 28, 2003 Author Share Posted May 28, 2003 "Actually, I'm a scout of sorts. I was raised, um, rather sheltered, and so I'm out exploring what I've missed in the galaxy. Gathering information, taking deliveries, it gives me an excuse to travel while getting paid to do it," she replies with a crooked grin. "And I buy the next round. I'm an equality type of female," she replies while clinking her glass to the one Ellam is holding. "Looks like those Zabraks are doing business," she says with a nod to the duo in the other booth. tag: Wombat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DirtyWombat Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 "Yeah..." Acknowledging the Zabrak pair with a grin. "That never gives me a cozy feeling." Ellam returns his eyes to Danyx. "I'm glad your picking up the next round..." "I would never want to stand in the way of equality!" With a courteous nod, Ellam adds... "Even if I'm a gentleman by nature,..." "Especially given your choice of accessories,..." He says with emphasis while gesturing towards the woman's blaster. "And definitely since that trip from Tatooine left me with about 100 credits to my name." Ellam says with a devilish smile. Ellam sips his drink and mumbles while shaking his head. "Long trip, little payoff." He draws his attention from his glass back to Danyx and says with a smile. "So..." "You mentioned you were raised..." "What was it...?" "...'umm sheltered..., yes." "Sounds like an aristocrat to me..." Ellam pauses, raises an eyebrow and asks... "Your not one of those 'rich-what-does-it-all-mean' people trying to find purpose to the galaxy, are you?" Ellam smiles. "Cause I've found a lot of things, but purpose wasn't one of them." TAG: Danyx Wombat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Danyx Posted May 28, 2003 Author Share Posted May 28, 2003 "No, no, not rich, comfortable, but not rich." replied Danyx to Ellam. "My father is a politician, a liason between a city on Naboo and the Imperium. We're from Kadaara. My mother is a scientist there. They were too busy to deal with a child so I was raised by a licensed governess who didn't let my leash loose often enough. Everytime I ran off they assumed I was with a rabble of thugs, you know, rebelling. Truth is I was off always camping in the woods. Nothing like squalls cooked over an open fire," she says with a grin. "Nothing like sleeping under a canopy of stars, quiet, peaceful. No Imperials bossing you around. No rebels preaching of freedom and rights. Suit me just fine if they blew each other into the next galaxy and left the rest of us alone." "I took this job that brought me to Tattoine because there's people I've been looking for here. The job gave me a nice nest in the bank, and enough cash to buy us a few rounds, and a lead on the people I've been looking for." tag:Wombat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord_Vessen Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 OOC: Hey Swediot could I be a "bouncer" in the game? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
swediot=) Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 OOC: if you really want to then ...... yeh ok Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dathan Surehand Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 Oblivious to the impending brawl about to occur, Dathan moves straight to the bar from outside, Only noting the immense height of the Wookie. "Can I see the owner of this establishment?" he asks the bartender. "Buy somethin' you lout, and then maybe I will help ya." The barhelp says, without ever taking his eyes off the room. "Alright, give me a water, on the rocks..." Smirked Dathen. As the barhelp retrieves his water, Dathen notes the myriad of beings in the cantina. "I wonder if this is a nice establishment?' He thinks to himself. OOC: Sorry about the cut. Just wanted to give ya all someone who may not want a fight......I am human, not real tall, 5'10" Dark hair, fairly normal. Dressed in travellers clothes. Tag: Back to wombat (sorry Danyx) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jackrabbit Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 OOC: Guess I better post before the fight breaks out Kra'sko: ...So you followed the other trail of information, what did you learn on Dantooine? Grask: Not alot. The place has been crawling with Imps lately, and they’re wary of any new arrivals. I got the chance to talk to one of the Gray Talons, though. He told me about a big shipment of spice leaving for here in 2 weeks. I didn’t see how that was of any importance, until he gave me this. Grask pulls out a datacard and slides it across the table to Kra’sko Grask: It’s a… Grask looks over his shoulder at the cantina patrons. He leans in and starts talking in a quiet whisper. Grask: It’s a recording of a man named Harvin Taul. He’s a politician, and they don’t get any more crooked than this. I don’t think we should talk about this in here, but let’s just say that there’s more than just spice on this shipment, and Taul is very interested in it. Now, I’m not sure how this all pertains to our friend Vessen, but it seems there is more going on here than meets the eye. Grask quickly leans back as a waitress delivers his usual drink. He thanks her as she leaves, and resumes his conversation Grask: So, Vessen has made some friends, huh? Grask turns and studies the patrons once more. He notices the newcomer being yelled at by the bartender, but pays it no heed. Grask: Do you think they’ll make a move in here, or wait until he leaves? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jatari Bazrak Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 Jatari was tiered of waiting but he knew if he went outside they would be shot down on the spot. "So how are we going to get to my ship to take the 'spice' out if we can't even get out of the cantina?" asked Jatari "Theres patrons all over the place.... and I bet theres a couple in here too." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Danyx Posted May 28, 2003 Author Share Posted May 28, 2003 OOC: Tag: Back to wombat (sorry Danyx) As long as you are responding to someone else's tag or starting your own tag, you are fine, darlin'. My tagging Wombat just means that it's his turn to talk to me and no one else can butt into that conversation just yet. Doesn't mean no one else can post by any means. Post away peoples Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DirtyWombat Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 Ellam replies with a smile. "So you're the comfortable, outdoorsy type..." "I like that..." "I can see it coming in handy in your line of work..." "Or even if just to avoid the impetuous inclinations of the Imperial mindset." Ellam shifts his attention to Zabrak momentarily. "So, are you involved..." "Or should I say..." "About to be involved in any of this?" Ellam turns his eyes to Danyx. "This seems like it's going to be a good place to find a lead..." "And probably shortly!" Ellam states with a puzzled grin and raised eyebrow. "An associate of mine asked me to come here and I have a funny feeling this might be why." "If we must..." "You lead the dance..." "I have two left feet in these sorts of things..." "But a wicked follow through." Ellam closes with a grin. TAG: Danyx and patrons Wombat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Krymelord Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 A low growl can barely be heard from outside. Kra'sko: Well we can find out more later, it seems we are about to get company... I guess I get to be the drunk Rodian again. With a quick wink towards Grask and a nod towards Shreneka, Kra'sko threw back his hood. Abruptly standing up he spouts several colorful Rodese curses. Kra'sko: Damn you Zabrak, that is the last time, we do business! Lurching towards the bar, Kra'sko leans on it for support. Kra'sko: I spent four weeks in the bush tracking your precious animals. Four DAMN weeks, and you say they were unacceptable. I even delivered them early, trained them myself! What do you take me for, a fool? Three stocky men walk into the bar, one seems to take special notice of the two Zabraks sitting, while the other two look on at the Rodian making a scene. Grask: There is nothing more to do here Mr. Goorka, my employers are unsatisfied with your cargo. Do not make me contact the authorities. Kra'sko: I have a good mind to contact them myself, you have not seen the last of me! Kra'sko stumbles from the bar still looking towards Grask with obvious contempt. Kra'sko: I am sure the local authorities will be more interested in hearing of an illegal shipment of animals delivered to Mr... wooaaahh. Walking square into the largest man by the door, the Rodian falls limply to the floor. Kra'sko: Why don't you watch your step, HUMAN! Before he can get up on his own, the large man grabs the Rodian by the collar and drags him to his feet. Hit Team Leader: Instead why don't you get your foul, Rodian stench out of my sight and this town before I decide to gut you, twerp! Grask: Thank you sir, toss that mutt out on his ass. Hit Team Leader: It seems you are not well liked here, bug-eyes, I suggest you get lost. Kra'sko: Ye.. Yes sir. The Rodian, scrambling on all fours, shot out of the bar in a flash. The three thugs then moved to flank the two Zabraks sitting in their booth. One on each side, their obvious leader raised his blaster and stood out of their reach. Hit Team Leader: If you two would kindly, place your hands on the table. Do you really think that allies of Mess would simply let you get away with your attack? A loud roar pierced the air, as heavy foot falls made their way across the street. A solo blaster shot was heard before a blood curdling scream rang out. The cantina doors swung open once again. Kra'sko: My scent will not bother you much longer, Assassin. The bolt of energy from the Rodian's carbine hit the Thug leader, square in the chest, lifting him off the ground and depositing him, still twitching, on the floor, three feet away. The two others pivoted to train their guns, on the Rodian... TAG: Open(Just give a chance for all those who wish to participate.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DirtyWombat Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 Originally posted by Krymelord TAG: Open(Just give a chance for all those who wish to participate.) OOC: Well played lad... Thanks KL...!!! Wombat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Krymelord Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 OOC: Well played lad... Thanks KL...!!! Wombat OOC: Hehe, sorry about that post mix up DW. I gotcha covered. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Danyx Posted May 28, 2003 Author Share Posted May 28, 2003 Danyx follows Ellam's gaze at the zabraks, "no, if you mean those two, though eventually their kind will no doubt seek my help. I've been training, living really, as a scout of sorts. I know Naboo and Rori like the back of my hand, so taking tourists wanting safari and adventure on my homeworld has always been easy cash for me. I'm heading soon to my thirties, not getting any younger, and with the Imperials and the Rebellion heating up, thinking of expanding my education." "I'm damn good with a blaster, and I can set up a fairly decent camp, but everytime a group I've been hired by goes and gets themselves into trouble, they expect me to know what to do with their gushing wounds," Danyx shakes her head. "I'm thinking I can make more money, raise the level of my services so to speak, if I can get some training as a combat medic. That means learning how to sew up those gushing wounds." "Yes, yes, I know," she injects with a raised hand, "why not get the training from that scientist mother of mine. No thank you. I don't want to learn on my home planet with my interferring parents. I'm not a kid anymore. It's ridiculous. Ignored me as a kid now they won't leave me alone." "I need healing skills, and people to practice on where a reputation won't follow me. If someone dies while I'm learning," she shrugs, "oh well," she smirks. "I figure there's enough mercenaries and neutral factions here on Tattoine, the farthest planet from anywhere, where when I get hired here if I screw up and someone dies, it won't follow me around the galaxy, ya know?" she says with a pirate smile. "Getting the training is fairly easy, but getting the contracts to, um, experiment my experience on, now that's tougher. If I screw up with Imperials, I get thrown in the can. If I screw up with Rebels, I get a reputation that follows me around like a black cloud. And let's face it, everyone first learning a new trade is going to screw up. I'd just rather screw up on the contracts I take out on "tours" and "safaris" to not haunt me the rest of my life. When I get good, then I'll start working planets that aren's so far away from the center of the galaxy." She grins, looking sideways at Ellam with a smirk, polishing off her drink. "Ready for another round?" she asks as she's suddenly distracted by the commossion. Checking her sidearm, she turns and nods to Ellam. tag: wombat and patrons Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dathan Surehand Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 "One, two, three, four, they can't be up to any good." Dathan was sipping his water counting the different species in the cantina when a group of thugs rolled in. Dathan slid down the bar, trying to be nonchalant. Not so easy with all the blasters about to show up. Things were heating up. Dathan spun about and yelled to the barkeep, "I need to see the owner as soon as possible." and heads for the door. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jackrabbit Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 OOC: That was good KL . I'll edit in a minute with what I'm doing. [Edit – Here it is.] As the hit team concentrated on the two Zabrak at the bar, Grask casually undid the straps on his carbine. Suddenly there was a roar outside, and the floor shook as Kra’sko’s mount pounded across the street. Grask knew what to do; he just hoped that somebody would know to follow their lead. The doors of the cantina swung open, and Grask readied himself mentally. A blaster bolt took the leader in the chest, and the two henchmen focused their attention on Kra’sko. Now was his chance. Grask drew his carbine as he closed in on the closest henchman. The enemy turned slightly in his direction at the last minute, just in time to take an elbow to the temple. The goon dropped like a stone, stunned from the Zabrak’s strong attack. Grask lowered his carbine, pointing it at the Humans head. Grask: Did you really think that allies of Vessen would let you get away with an attack like this? Grask smirked slightly, but then his face went stoic. He took aim and fired, silencing the goon forever. OOC: I figured I'd leave one alive for somebody else . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DirtyWombat Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 Ellam finishes his drink with a grimmace. "Always *cough* ready for another..." Ellam smiles. "You seem to have reservations about your past, particularly you parents." "Can't say I blame you." "I've heard a lot of stories of stolen childhoods, but I think that takes the credits." "It's one thing to have lost your parents..." "It's another matter intirely to have lost parents." Ellam says seriously and compasionately. "I see people, too often, so involved in their own affairs that the light of life passes right over them as they diligently tend to the discretions of the mundane." "It's a shame really..." "Not for you..." "But for your parents..." Ellam shifts his attention momentarily to the scuffle in the cantina. He calmly shifts his weight onto his side and gently slides his foot under the butt of his rifle. He returns his attention to Danyx and says calmly in a soft determined tone. "I don't usually get involved in other's affairs,... Ellam smiles "...particularly when I'm engaged in fond converstation with such appealing company,..." "...but I think those fellas may just need some assistance..." As the henchman's companion turns his blaster to Grask, Ellam stands sharply from his seat projecting his rifle into the air. As the action reaches chest height, he fixes the the butt to his shoulder and fires a single shot in one fluid motion... The severed hand of the companion falls to the cantina floor, blaster fixed and finger trapped lifeless on the trigger... Ellam quickly sits to resume his conversation and avoid undue attention, as the agonizing companion trips to a kneel. Ellam returns his gaze to Danyx, takes a deep breath, and says with a curious look. "Where was I..." "That's right, your childhood..." "Please tell me more." TAG: Danyx and patrons Wombat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jatari Bazrak Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 So krymelord, we need to get to my ship can you give us cover? Jatari said releaved Vessen was friends of Krymelords. "Why didn't you tell me you were friends with Krymelord?" Jatari says to Vessen. TAG:Krymlord, Vessen, and buddies of Krymlords Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Danyx Posted May 28, 2003 Author Share Posted May 28, 2003 The blond puts her hand over her mouth to hide her burst of laughter, knowing the sound of it will be hidden in the noise of the cantina. "I was saying, are you ready for another round?" she chuckles at Ellam, "And that was a smooth move, sir, cheers!" tag: wombat and patrons Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jackrabbit Posted May 29, 2003 Share Posted May 29, 2003 Grask snaps his gaze to Ellam, being a little stunned at his show of marksmanship. "Thank you" he says quickly, before looking to Shreneka. Grask: Sorry about the mess Shreneka. To Jatari: Yeah, I'm pretty sure we could cover you until you got to your ship. I suggest we take the back door though. To Kra'sko: What should we do with this one? Grask motions to the man holding his wounded arm. OOC: I think if we leave the cantina we should make a new thread. If we continue this story I don't want to fill up Swediots Cantina. I like where this plot is going and I think it would be cool to give it it's own thread. I'll leave it up to you guys though (Vessen, Jatari and Krymelord). TAG: Allies (Vessen, Jatari, Krymelord) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jatari Bazrak Posted May 30, 2003 Share Posted May 30, 2003 Alright I started a new thread so anybody who likes whrer this is going click here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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