Outlaw Pub

Sun Feb 05, 2012 10:34 pm by Cass Raklin

I am not used to protecting those filled with darkness. If your innocent the Light does nothing. Only those filled with darkness feel its wrath. Look at the bystanders down there. It washed over them. They are standing taller then ever. The Light empowered them.*Cass motioned below them, and it was as he said. The refugees and vagabonds seemed lighter, happier, empowered.*

Mon Feb 06, 2012 8:20 am by Kendra Star

"being filled with darkness doesnt make people bad. you need to learn to not differentiate things simply as dark and light, and just because they are happier doesnt mean they all are. some may be tainted with some darkness on there soul that you could have hurt, but you dont know that because you dont think."
*she said with a look of disgust on her face. her saber still pointed at his throat. he could probably feel the heat singing his neck burning him*

Wed Feb 15, 2012 5:44 am by Cass Raklin

*The heat was getting to Cass. It gave him focus.*When Greed, malace, hand hate fill your soul, you have already forfited yourself. Mercy is for the weak. See even now, I showed you mercy and it appears that is could coast me my life.

Wed Feb 15, 2012 2:00 pm by Kendra Star

"because there is darkness in my soul doesnt mean it is corrupt with greed, and malice, some people are just born the way there are, once again you dont think."
*seeing her blade begin to burn his exposed neck she could smell his singed flesh as she let it stay there a moment longer before disengaging her saber.*

"you have no control, and no thought on how you hurt others, you should just go back to drinking, i am done here"
*she turned and walked inside the pub to pay for her tab and go*

Wed Feb 15, 2012 10:10 pm by Cass Raklin

*Cass stood there stunned. His training his entire life told him she was wrong. His teachings demanded that she face judgment, darkness must be exposed and illuminated. But he just stood there. Something deep within him cried out for mercy. That this woman wasn't his enemy. The Force pushed him to the door to wait for her. Cass didn't know what he was doing but he followed its will and waited for her.*

Sat Feb 18, 2012 11:36 am by Kendra Star

*she payed for the tab and left the bar seeing Cass waiting by the door she rolled her eyes and began to walk past him*

Sun Feb 26, 2012 12:24 pm by Taera

*Glass hit metal as the alcohol burned its way down Taera's throat. She tapped the table anxiously, waiting for the commander to finish his pint and get on with things so they could be done with this mandatory meeting. The creds she'd earned from their last job were burning a hole in her pocket and she knew exactly what she wanted to get. Taera watched as the commander thumped the glass down on the table and prayed he wouldn't order another.*

=Merc Commander=
"Right then. I'm expectin' a contact t' show up sometime. We oughta have a job by evenin'. Be sure t' report back t' th' ship at sunset. Dismissed."

*Taera stood up quickly to leave with the others but the commander caught her wrist in a vice-like grip. As if she didn't have enough bruises. A flicker of fear flashed through her but was quickly quelled by rage. Not again. He would not do this to her again, not so soon, surely. The morning had to have been enough for him. It had to be. If it wasn't, she knew of three different ways to kill him from this position. Unfortunately, she didn't have the means.

A flaw she aimed to rectify as soon as he released her.*

=Merc Commander=
"Runt, you're t' report t' my quarters an hour or so before sunset." *His grip on her wrist tightened as he jerked her closer.* "Don't you kriffin' dare be late."

"As you command," *she hissed. Taera quickly rotated her arm so that the slimmest part was under his thumb and yanked her wrist from his grasp. She stalked from the table, absently rubbing her sore wrist. Her comm chirped, relaying information via text. Good, things were in order. Yes, she'd be there in his quarters an hour before sunset. Yes, she'd let him enter, go through his ritual. But, if all went according to plan, she wouldn't have to obey him again.

Not ever again.*

Sun Feb 26, 2012 1:54 pm by Krayton Jantsk

*Krayton, his back to the bar now, whistled low under his breath. Was it just his imagination, or had this place grown hella busy? Pushing off from his spot at the bar, the Dust Diver makes his way over to the smoking remnants of the juke, shaking his head at the sad state of the old machine. There was plenty going on at the bar, but there were plenty of blue-collar folks in the seedy joint that just wanted to drink away their pay-cheques. All of the above needed a soundtrack, and Krayton had a song in the back of his head.

Backing away from the dead juke, the slim man passed by a couple of tables, excusing himself after bumping the Iridonian on his way to the far corner, where a small, empty stage stood looking terribly forgotten and shabby. Krayton didn't bother with lights, or amplification. He reached for a worn, old guitar hanging on the wall, as much for decoration as effect, blew the dust off, and plugged the instrument into his comm unit. Dialing in a hacked wide-band channel, every sentient in the bar wearing a comm unit would act as their own amplifier and speaker. Any who disapproved, could simply turn off.

He'd done this before, at small starports, usually to some acclaim. He didn't have the world's most terrible voice, and sometimes it bought him a few drinks, or a bed for the night -- occasionally with someone else in it.

Jantsk frowned as he regarded the instrument -- it had a broken string. Ah, well. Such is life. Tuning the instrument to concert pitch, he struck up a little shuffle, just the ticket for this hard-working crowd.

Lighting up a smoke, he took a drag and stuck the cig under the E-string as he played. To his delight, several eyes turned -- and not looking to kill him.*

Thu Mar 01, 2012 8:58 pm by Sol Landeris

*Sol walks into the Outlaw Pub and looks around for a few moments. He soon spots a table in a dark corner of the bar and takes a seat. He orders a Corellian Ale and waits until it comes.

Before he does anything else he makes sure that no one has a direct line of sight to him and removes his mask. Why would he do this? some people don't like Miralukas to begin with for their lack of eyes, but the fact that he does not have any flesh on his face either makes it a bit worse. He then just sits there looking at his ale in contemplation.*

Fri Mar 02, 2012 5:10 pm by Taera

*Taera slumped in a seat by the bar, sneering and tilting her half-filled glass on the rim of the bottom. She had failed. She had failed miserably. The commander had changed his evening routine, found the dagger on the bracer, confiscated it, and punished her brutally. The alcohol helped to numb her senses and dull the myriad of aches and pains. It did nothing for her lost dagger and her continued humiliation.

The crew knew what happened. They always did. Bargaining, bartering, pleading . . . Everything she tried to get freedom, or at least creds, failed. Derided, insulted, abused, threatened; she was tired of it. Tired of being powerless. And the one chance she had at changing that, the one chance she had of making her own fate, she had blown. Big time. It was a wonder she could sit down. It was a wonder she was even still alive after last night.

She brought the glass to her lips, hesitating. That would change. She could feel it. One of these days, she would have the upper hand and she would no longer be powerless. Taera tilted the glass and downed the rest of her rum.

Soon. Very soon. Power would be hers.*

Fri Mar 02, 2012 6:05 pm by Lunak'yyx'aele

*In this district, the Chiss hesitated in front of every door. If it claimed to serve drinks, Kyyx stopped and studied. The close-set buildings all resembled one another, to the point it would have been easy to get lost, but Kyyx appeared confident with each shake of her head.

Not that one.

Not this one, either.

Then, someone caught her attention. A burly Trandoshan was standing outside a door with arms fiercely crossed. Clearly a bouncer for the place. But few Trandoshans could be employed as such. She had only seen it once before. Raising her fingers, she waved Rhel forward. They crossed the street and entered the crowded establishment.

It was far worse than even on the street. She couldn't hardly see the toes of her own boots for the bodies in the way. Loud music laced even louder boisterous chatter. She caught the flash of armor from a trooper, and understood why the crowd, though lively, was also relatively controlled.

The Chiss neared the gaming tables, set near the entry. Her inquiry to the employees was drowned out by the noise, but one of them pointed towards the bar. The crimson brows raised, as though whatever the answer to her question was had come as unexpected. Nevertheless, she moved in the direction indicated, glowing eyes beneath the cowl's shadow not scanning, but instead set on a particular target.

When she reached her, she stood behind her, eyes narrowed at the two-toned back of her head. She reached out with the ice-cold touch of the dark side and brushed her mind. Yes, she was certain, now. Never one to bother with pretenses, Kyyx brushed her fingers through those distinctively striped strands and whispered near her ear.*

"Someone has been bruising that pretty gold skin of yours, force-user. Wouldn't you like to know how to hit them back?"

Fri Mar 02, 2012 6:29 pm by Taera

*Something was . . . off. Not normal for the bar but not a bad thing either. Power. That's what she felt. There was power here. Lucky. She wanted to know what having that kind of power felt like, what it meant to have power over others. Taera ordered another drink, fostering the dormant hate and rage. Just once, she wanted to know.

Someone touched her hair. She jumped, dropping the glass and pulling her blaster out as she spun around to face the idiot. A red-haired Chiss. The hell? Taera was half-tempted to shoot the female for daring to touch her. But the power she'd felt earlier . . . It was coming from her. She was the source of it and, if her whisper was anything to judge by, could offer Taera similar power. Slowly, she replaced her blaster and picked up the glass again.*

"Who the hell are you?" *she asked quietly.*

Fri Mar 02, 2012 6:34 pm by Lunak'yyx'aele

*Kyyx slowly smiled, her blue lips curling. Her emotions were raw and unharnessed, and more than enough to stroke the girl's needs. She never seemed to see the blaster, her gaze focused on Taera herself. This one belonged to her already. The Firrerreo just didn't know it, yet. Kyyx inclined her head in introduction.*

"Darth Laele. But you may call me 'Master.'"

Fri Mar 02, 2012 8:20 pm by Non-Com

*NCO, walks into the bar, having satisfied one of the smaller Hutt cartels, and thus secured a contract to supply a portion of it's security force, in exchange for access to a network of informants. It was a good deal, and it had the meeting had gone as planned. And now it was time to relax a bit, as dealing with Hutts was always a .... an uncertain business. Non-Com found a table along one wall, that gave him a good view of the main entrance, and the bar, the two places most likely to have a scuffle erupt with little to no notice. As the waitress came by, he ordered a good Ale, and took in the other patrons.

He saw several smugglers, a couple of merc. groups, a red haired Chiss standing next to an attractive woman, and several beings sitting within the deeper shadows that he could not identify. His Ale arrived and he began to sip it, while watching various patrons enjoy their evening. He never watched one patron for more than two consecutive minuets to avoid giving the impression that he was watching any one in particular.*

Fri Mar 02, 2012 8:58 pm by Taera

Lunak'yyx'aele wrote:*Kyyx slowly smiled, her blue lips curling. Her emotions were raw and unharnessed, and more than enough to stroke the girl's needs. She never seemed to see the blaster, her gaze focused on Taera herself. This one belonged to her already. The Firrerreo just didn't know it, yet. Kyyx inclined her head in introduction.*

"Darth Laele. But you may call me 'Master.'"

*Taera snorted contemptuously.* "The hell I--"

*Wait. She cut herself off, eyeing the Chiss warily. The same Chiss that pretty much radiated power. More power than she had ever felt in her life. And she was going to spit on that? The Chiss had said her name was Darth Laele. If Taera remembered rightly, Darth was a title. A Sith title. And one of mastery. This Laele was offering her tutelage? Training? If she could have that power, she wouldn't have to fear the likes of her first master or the commander. She could be her own person.

Of course, the Chiss had also freely given a Firrerreo her name, which was a huge mistake. Taera had once made the same mistake when she was much younger. Needless to say, she learned her lesson. Very well. Surely someone who had just made that mistake couldn't be as bad as the commander--who knew about that particular Firrerreoan quirk. She took a drink of the rum, eyes never leaving Laele's face.*

"Master, you say?" *she asked, setting the glass down on the counter.* "What would that entail? I don't involve myself in business where I'm left in the dark."

Sat Mar 03, 2012 11:20 am by Kendra Star

*Kendra leaned in by the doorway staring at the new people her dark purple eyes looking at each new individual. she sensed all if not most where force users. she licked her lips slowly, feeling slightly hungry but didnt approach any just watched.*

Sat Mar 03, 2012 8:12 pm by Rhel Oross

*Rhel feels attention on his person and turns to find its source. It seemed to originate from a being of no noticeable importance, and so he turns back to the affairs at hand. It seemed he was gaining a colleague, and a rival. Interesting.*

Sat Mar 03, 2012 8:15 pm by Lunak'yyx'aele

Taera wrote: "What would that entail? I don't involve myself in business where I'm left in the dark."

"This isn't business, and it will not be discussed here. Follow."

*Kyyx tossed a couple of credits on the bar to cover Taera's tab, then turned to leave the pub. On the way through the crowd, she brushed against Rhel and turned her eyes meaningfully on him, indicating she meant for him to stick close. She turned sideways to slide out the overcrowded doorway and into the muggy air of the open streets.*

Sat Mar 03, 2012 9:51 pm by Taera

*Taera raised her eyebrows then frowned. Wow. This Laele person really was no nonsense and tough to get a read on her. One minute she was all touchy-feely and the next she was snapping out commands. Taera downed the rest of her rum and set the glass down, thinking as the Sith left. This was an opportunity. She could change her fate. Finally. She was not missing this chance. She stood up and started walking away from the bar.

A rough hand clamped down on her shoulder and spun her around right as she was leaving. The commander's blazing eyes met hers. Taera choked down her fear, impassively returning his glare. She wouldn't back down this time. Not again. This was her time. She had a kriffing Sith master now.*

=Merc Commander=
"I thought I told you t' stay on th' ship."

*Taera sneered and jerked her shoulder out of his grip.* "After that client fell through, you gave the crew shore leave. I'm part of the crew."

=Merc Commander=
"Th' hell you are. Keep pushin' it and I'll be doing more t' you than beddin' you." *The commander swayed back and forth. Unsteady. He was drunk. She could smell it on his breath. Perfect.* "Hell, I'll ride you so hard you won't sit for a month! I will bust your cargo hold until you're nuthin' but th' writhin', frakkin' schutta you are."

*Her fingers curled around an empty glass, the knuckles turning white. Still she said nothing during his tirade. Oh, his threats were terrifying, no doubt about that; he could and would do that to her. He had done it to her. But while the bile burned her throat, her heart burned hotter. She clenched her teeth together, grinding them as he spoke. Let him try. Just let him try.*

=Merc Commander=
"You ever try that kriffin' Sithspit you pulled last night and I swear t' th' powers that be, I will end you. Ya hear me? I'll kill you, you bantha-kriffin', brainbolted twi'lek."

*The glass slammed into his temple. He staggered back from the blow but Taera didn't let up on her assault. She followed up with a quick jab to his nose, and another to his throat. For months, she'd been under his thumb, doing his every bidding, training and enduring his abuse at the same time. No longer. Hate filled her. She wanted nothing more than to see this man dead. To kill him with her bare hands.

The commander grabbed hold of her wrist and the collar of her shirt, throwing her across the bar. Taera felt her breath leave in a rush as she slammed into the wall by the front door. She ducked beneath a thrown chair and darted under a table, drawing her blaster. She would have one shot at this. Literally. The commander barrelled through the confused crowd, patrons being shoved aside if they didn't move fast enough. Where the hell was his ugly face? Just one shot, that was all she needed. Just one.*

=Merc Commander=
"Come out, you mud-lickin', frakkin', soddin' son of a bantha! Come out an' fight, ya coward!"
*He dropped to his hands and knees next to the table.*
"Gotcha, ya li'l bi--"

*The pistol fired once. Just once. And the commander dropped like a stone. Problem solved. Taera crawled out from under the table and holstered her blaster. She flipped a cred-chit to the bartender.*

"Sorry about the mess," *she said. Then she left, following the Sith. Now she would get her power.*

Sun Mar 04, 2012 8:38 am by Nicklaus Mauer

*What better place to fly under the Republic's radar than Nar Shaddaa. The backwater pirate homeworld was so far off the grid for Republic scouts that the Kel Dor could wear his old uniform and still not get recognized. Now, he sat at the bar, dressed in a tough jerkin vest and white under shirt. It was typical smuggler attire, light weight, but capable of stopping a knife to the innards. The orange skinned creature sipped on a drink through a special filter on his breathing mask, the long drawn out sigh of a past life escaped his lips as he stared into the bottom of his drink.*

*This was Republic Commander Nicklaus Mauer, three time winner of the Emblem of Valor during Republic combat missions and once a shoo-in for Rear Admiral of the Republic Defense Fleet, now sitting in a pile of bile and filth, drowning his cares with more Brandy and Scotch. His dog tags still hung from his neck, his eyes dark and heavy behind his goggles. He had seen better days, and he wanted to see more of them ahead.*

*Mauer lifted his head as a noise caught his attention. Two men were arguing about a Twi'lek slave they had stored away in a cargo bay, but neither one of them wanted to make the dangerous run through the East Republic controlled space to their buyer. Mauer smirked, that used to be his old stomping grounds. He shook his head as the two smugglers babbled on, clearly off their rocker drunk.*

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