A little Nameless bar on Coruscant

[Zandra Tal'verda]

A small Echani woman behind the counter hummed softly to herself as she dried shot glasses and mugs. After all these years of visiting, loving this place, working here now and again, Zandra had finally scraped together enough credits to purchase the cantina on Coruscant. Nameless, her home. One home she really had left.

Zandra glanced at the chrono on the wall, frowning. 2 AM. It was hard to tell if the sun was ever up down here in Coruscants lower levels. That was alright. This city-planet never slept. It was why she loved this place so much.

Patrons of all colors, races, genders and gender expressions talked and laughed all around at little mismatched tables. And Zandra knew every single one of them by name now. Well, almost all of them. There were a few she didn't know yet. That was alright. She'd meet them. Anybody who came in and ordered a drink was a friend of hers. No question.

 

[Thryykarr]

Thryk had to admit, he had quite a bit of a fun history with Sith-occupied Coruscant. It was the first place he'd met a real Sith, the first place where another person had truly threatened him, and definitely the first evidence he'd seen that cities could be so thoroughly destroyed. The planet seemed to be in better shape now. It must've been, if Zandra had elected to stay here. The graying Wookiee cast glances around the streets of the lower city, looking for his former boss, who was probably the one who could be considered his best friend.

What did he expect when he saw her? Nothing much. All he could do was hope that she wasn't here to be with the glit-biting addicts that tended to live down here.

[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

There was a silence at the door as Preliat walked in, clad in his full battle-rattle, sans helmet. He strode over to the table, gun in hand. Specifically the table that [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] was sitting at. He slowly rose to a seat opposite of her, and laid the weapon, grip towards her, barrel to him, on the table. He stared at her for a while, before speaking. If she reached for the gun, she would have to be faster than him. Preliat was almost counting on it, really. But he needed to let her know the seriousness of what he was about to do, the actions of which he was about to do.

"I always considered the Mandalorians my friends. But I need you, a child of Mandalore, to deliver a message to them."

He stared at Zandra for a long while. Her husband and him had come to blows, and it almost resulted in Preliat killing him, along with several other times when they almost came to blows. He stared at her hatefully, but not hate directed at her- no, at everything, Zanda, being a woman of empathy, could see the hatred for everything in his eyes. Preliat was a savage beast, but now, he just wanted to watch everything burn.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The Echani paused at the familiar looking Mando, setting the glass she'd been wiping off down behind the bar counter. She frowned, leaning heavily against the bar, glaring back at him. Pre...something. Di'kut, as her husband had always called him when he was forced to mention him in conversation. Now that Zandra had spent more time with her husbands people, raising her children according to their fathers wishes, she knew a little more that that meant.

Zandra tossed her white hair behind her shoulder, glancing at the gun for only a fraction of a second before reaching down to grab another glass to clean off. She was working. If he wasn't going to order, she'd go to the next customer. She didn't make credits for her cantina just by playing intimidation games with her husbands ex rivals.

"Cal's dead," she said with an indifferent shrug, "His grudge with you ain't mine. But if ya think fer a hot second, I can be intimidated into doin' yer dirty work? Well, then ya really are a di'kut, just like he said."

She Echani glanced at one of her patrons and gave him a winning smile. She knew just what he wanted. She started to mix his drink right there in front of [member="Preliat Mantis"] glancing up at him once more.

"Order somethin' and I may be willin' ta talk. If not, beat it. I gatta business ta run n' yer takin' up counter space."

[member="Thryykarr"]

 

[Isis Varida]

[member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Thryykarr"]

The world was a beautiful place and descending into the lower levels the Liran found herself a nice place to go and get a drink. She wanted to have fun and Damorian had been doing well with the equipment they had been making. Thoughts were coming to her while she walked down the one street and stood in the coat and armored bodyglove. Not combat armor but nicely done to work on some of the things they had and she brushed her hands along with a smile walking into the bar and seeing more people. A large wookiee she went to sit next too one or two seats over so the smell would be fine and being right next to one wasn't always comfortable for them either. SHe was certain with the space it nice before sitting there and hearing another speak but avoiding eye contact in favor of holding her hand up and wanting a bottle.

 

[Thryykarr]

Thryk walked into the bar and had to fight the urge to topple the guy with the gun, pull Zandra over the counter, and hug her. That was just about his usual reaction to seeing his old captain. His reaction to the rather recognizable voice of a certain Mantis dude was less pleasant. The normally cheerful tone of his voice was marred by sarcasm as he greeted the two of them.

"Oh, look, it's the thronebreaker. Pardon me if I don't bow."

A visible smirk crossed his mouth under the graying fur that made up his mustache and beard-like facial hair.

"Or don't pardon me. Just go away."

Turning away from the scruffy wolf-man whose parents had named him after a car or something, he smiled warmly at Zandra.

"Nice place, Z."

[member="Isis Varida"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"I don't need you to do anything. I just need you to tell them that I'm coming."

Preliat's eyes darted towards [member="Thryykarr"], narrowing his eyes.

​"Pardon me if I don't reach for the vacuum, cretin."


Preliat's crushgaunt-adorned hands lifted themselves from the bar. Beneath his palm, rested a 500 credit chit. It was no secret that Preliat was wealthy, between his contract with the clones, and his bounty on Dredge. It was for her trouble, to say the least.[member="Zandra Tal'verda"] would probably throw it back at him, however. Not that he deserved it, really. Not yet, at least.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The Echani set a drink down in front of one of her best customers and turned back to [member="Preliat Mantis"] . Her eyes scanned the credit chip in his hand, pale eyebrow raised. She parted her ruby painted lips to say something snarky when a familiar voice caught her attention instead.

"Thryk!" The Echani shouted, raising a hand in greeting, "You ol' walkin' carpet! How in the hell are ya?"

She snatched up Preliat's credit chip, examined it and then declared;

"Round o' drinks for everybody. On the house!"

The Echani grinned at the Mando and pocketed the credit chip.

"I'll get yer message to 'em, Mantis," she promised leaning in so he could hear her over the cheering, "Now, ya gunna order, or what?"

[member="Thryykarr"] [member="Isis Varida"]

 

[Kaela Jaryn]

[member="Isis Varida"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Thryykarr"]

She loved this planet. The ruin and chaos of the lower levels. The strict law enforced by her kin on the upper levels. The quaint haunts such as the Unknown, frequented by a myriad of beings that sought a little downtime from the woes of the Galaxy. And apparently, Kaela.

In a rare turn of events she had found herself with enough downtime to investigate the bar she had come past on a patrol some weeks ago, and she was glad to see that it was still open. She made no effort to hide her affiliation as she walked in - indeed, her figure hugging jumpsuit was emblazoned with the sigil of the Empire on both shoulders made it somewhat impossible for her to hide her loyalties. However, if she made no effort to hide her position, she also made no effort to inflict herself on everyone else. After all, as far as she was concerned right now, she was just another citizen enjoying a short break. - and besides. The bar wasn't hers. As much as she was a Sith, she happened to be one of the more civil variations - that, and she had no interest in running a bar.

As she approached the bar, she drew one of the stools out of its position and placed herself on it, so that she could politely wait for (what she presumed was) the barkeep to make her way round to her. Interestingly, or at least interestingly to Kaela, the member of staff seemed to be an Echani - although she could scarsely tell the difference between a member of that species and an albino near-human...

 

[Isis Varida]

[member="Kaela Jaryn"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Thryykarr"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

Isis looked up when the announcement of a round on the house was given and she wooted with the others happy with her bottle and glass. More people had come and between a large wookie a woman and a mandalorian who seemed to be giving a message... well this was like a bad joke or something without the punchline just yet. She was waiting for the good news but wanted to get to see some of the others in the bar the echani had... maybe karaoke or something drunks can do to look silly or some of the other things. Her fingers went to the bottle pouring more before she brought it up and took a drink looking at the round the echani had given all of them with a smile.

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Kaela Jaryn"] [member="Isis Varida"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Thryykarr"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

Udrusa had walked into the bar just as a round on the house was called. With a slight, thin-lipped smile, the crimson alien sauntered over to the bar with an almost natural sway of her hips. She plops down onto a stool next to her fellow Sith, giving the skin-clad woman a nod (Along with a hidden appraising with her eyes) as she snatched her own little canteen filled with homemade wine, taking a pair of glasses and pouring a half-cup of wine into each. The Pureblood slides one to the human Sith while she takes a sip of her own wine.

"Ah... its nice to see another Sith that doesn't have a stick so far up their arse they can't visit a bar on occasion. My name is Udrusa." She takes another sip of her wine, idly swirling the liquid in it with a gentle motion with her hand. Honestly, she knew she was right; Most Sith were too damn uptight and 'feelzy' that she tended to be an isolationist, despite the fact she, herself likes a hefty amount of torturing her enemies.

 

[Kaela Jaryn]

[member="Udrusa"]

Kaela inclined her head to her fellow Sith, mostly out of respect for some measure of formality. It was rare for her to meet purebloods, and it usually payed to show them at least a little politeness. After all, it was her ancestors that had given their predecessors the resources to strike at the Jedi. Or something along those lines - ancient history was a murky thing at best.

She politely took the glass, but notably didn't sip from it. Instead she lifted it, tilted it in a polite gesture and set it back on the bartop again. Lightsaber weren't the only weapon the Sith had to dispose of others, and while she had never met this one, she may well have cut down a friend during her time, and this could have been some well thought through attempt at assassination.

"A pleasure, Udrusa. Most simply call me Kaela." She said, with a warm smile. Or warm for a Sith at any rate. Her golden eyes shimmered slightly in the light of the bar, and she calmly took in her ad-hoc companions appearance, while re!aiming comfortably quiet

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Kaela Jaryn"]

She returns her nod to the other woman, noting she did not take a sip of the wine she had offered. Not her problem if she wished to miss out on a good drink. She probably thought this was some assassination plot, anyway... Of course, Udrusa would have to prove her wrong. Taking another sip of her wine, she gives the bar around them a glance, before shrugging to herself.

"A pleasure, Kaela. What brings another of us to this minor bar?" To be honest, she really didn't care. But, she couldn't very well go right into talking about how she enjoys to cleave her lightsaber through her enemies' throats and watch as they literally tear open the burnt bits of their throat and cover their own hands in their blood as they did so, all the while gurgling and silently screaming in agony and terror.

 

[Kaela Jaryn]

[member="Udrusa"]
For a small and slender Sith, there was a certain... Appeal to her, visually. This much Kaela had decided early on. Still, she was a Sith, and they were to be distrusted at all times - or so the overseers had taught her, between attempting to get the Acolytes to kill each other to further their goals. There was a tinge of boredom that she picked up on when Udrusa made a little smalltalk - a hint that perhaps she was here out of boredom rather than curiosity. Still, Kaela felt obliged to give an answer. Social etiquette and all that.

"It seemed like an interesting venue to visit. Not every Cantina in this sector of Coruscant has flourished over the years. And yourself?" Her voice was tinged with an Adumarian accent, lending her a slightly regal tone despite the relaxed and informal setting, and hinting subtly that this was a Sith who was rather well learned - at least for an Acolyte.

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Kaela Jaryn"]

Udrusa's thoughts were not too different from her fellow Sith's, except, perhaps, a wee bit more lewd. Crossing her slender legs and sighing as she leans onto the bar, she gives the fellow Sith a meaningful, serious look as she glances over to a darker booth that was, for the most part, away from the crowd. She wanted to talk about something she feels is to the both of their tastes: Power.

Taking another sip of her wine, she gives the woman a small grin as her eyes flicker over her suit-clad body for the briefest of moments, before she gives a jerk of her head to the booth she was studying.

"Care to take our conversation somewhere else, so we can have talks more to our liking out of earshot?" She was, of course, referring to their mutual position of Acolyte within the Sith Order, shifting to give her a slight glimpse of a Sith Holocron she had smuggled from the public Sith library at the Academy. Only Sith could view even the most public of holocrons (public being viewable by anyone Sith), and only those of higher rank could take them away from the Academy at any time.

"We could discuss what it means to be Sith, our favorite pass times, and whatnot."

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat's hateful eyes glared towards [member="Udrusa"] and [member="Kaela Jaryn"], as they spoke in their shrewd voices. They were trivial in conversation, and he felt a familiar sea of hate brewing in his stomach. He had slaughtered Sith, and the two acolytes against the Wolf himself- was hardly worth his time. After all, he wouldn't want to paint the bar red- he rather liked the color scheme of the bar at the moment. His eyes turned back to the barkeep, [member="Zandra Tal'verda"].

"Tell them I will return to Mandalore to watch it burn."

He said harshly, staring into her eyes. His eyes were brown, and nearly black. He turned his head towards the Sith, curling his crushgaunt-adorned fingers into each other. He had a plan- always. Always had a plan on how to kill someone. It was helpful to have such a plan at any given time. Have a plan to kill everyone you meet, was a mantra that he had lived by for a long while. And it served him well. His eyes flared with hate towards the Sith, so inexperienced and so...juvenile in stature.

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

She smirks as her eyes flicker over to the angered one. Oh, and he thinks she's inexperienced, how adorable! She's destroyed or taken control of plenty of minds, making them slowly slit their throats will a dull, rusty knife, or have them mindlessly slaughter their loved ones and bathe in their blood. After they 'awaken' from their nightmare, she would split their skull open. Ah, memories... So, she decides to toy with him some, give him some minor illusions of him actually achieving the victory he wishes, with a passing warning:

Your anger is a powerful tool. You may not be Sith, but you can still use it, but you must control it, or it will turn you into an animal. Also, never judge a book by its cover, dear. I'm no inexperienced, innocent schoolgirl.

With that thought in mind, she decides to demonstrate some of her prowess in the manipulation of the mind. Internally, she knows it would not immediately work on him, given his mental strength. But, her prowess compared to her youthfulness in both age and as a Sith was... commendable, by Sith standards.

Know that this is not an introduction to a fight, and should you pick one, there are two trained Sith here, fully armed with the Force and lightsabers, that you would have to fight. Not to mention the reinforcements from the nearby military base that would arrive, coupled with possibly an experienced Inquisitor or two. And they make me look like a mere child.

She knew he would be angered by the sudden 'intrusion' into his mind, even though it is merely giving him advice, and thus she decided to explain before hand how stupid he would be if he were to try to attack her in Sith space.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

He felt a whisper, and to an Epicanthix like him, it was as if he were standing in rain with an umbrella. He knew it was there, and that it was around him- but he couldn't feel it."There would be no one to help you within the seven seconds that it takes for me to remove your head from your bodies. Not that any Sith would flinch at the mere thought of losing yet another acolyte-"The Wolf stood up, standing tall in his Beskar'kandar beskar'gam. He was an imposing figure, standing at six feet, and with the added height of his armor. His armor was painted gold on the chest and on the arms, and gray at the rest, to signify his position as a Field Marshal. To the Mandalorians, this title on the field was worth about as equal to a Master, save for the fact that it was not earned through studies and of claiming it, like the Sith, but by being awarded the position. It was not only a title, but a position that he had to uphold. Not that it mattered to him now, but- he was also the one that helped raze Dromund Kaas to the ground, and he was the one who helped Mand'alor destroy the Sith throne.

"Touch my mind, attempt to- at least."His measured footsteps paced over to the booth she was at."Once more and you shall find yourself lacking flesh above shoulder, girl. I have been fighting your kind longer than you have been a part of the Sith itself. So do not test me, and you will find yourself a victim of my deep-seated personal problems and anger issues. Consider yourself warned."

And with that, Preliat walked back to the bar, and took his seat, awaiting Zandra's reply. He folded his hands under his chin, waiting. He did not seem to be expecting the Sith to make a move at all.
[member="Udrusa"]

 

[James Justice]

James walked into the bar with a grin on his face. He had just made successful run--that was all that mattered right? The Sith he had sidestepped, bribed, blackmailed, lied, cajoled, seduced, and embarrassed to get in--well they would wait for later. For now, it was time to celebrate before jumping off this rock.

Sidling up to the bar, he let out a puff of some and ordered a glass of his favorite drink--the Reactor Core before scanning the bar for company. Many were hard to come by in the hear to Sith space, however he knew more than most that this land was one that was oppressed. And oppression--that was something he couldn't stand. The people needed someone to look up to. Someone to give them hope and a smile with a good time. He was no hero--but he could be their leader if they asked.

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

"Even one as powerful as you, sir, would know that to try to openly attack in the seat of the One Sith, alone, is tantamount to suicide. I know you are not stupid, and you know this to be true. As I said, I do not want a fight." With that, the Crimson Flower turned back to the woman she was currently conversing with, knowing that nobody was stupid enough to openly attack her or any other Sith or Imperial military, especially in the heart of the One Sith empire. If they did, they must have had good reason, an army, or a death wish.

With an idle, uncaring shrug, she takes a sip of her wine, her hand calmly resting on her lightsaber underneath the table. She mulls over what he meant by what he had said of razing Dromund Kaas. She, personally didn't give a damn about the planet. While it was, if it is true, rather impressive, times have changed. The Sith are far more united since the times of the old Vitiate Dynasty. They no longer squabbled amongst themselves, even if there were several different Sith cults, such as the Jen'ari or the Witches. They all more or less answered to the One Sith, anyways.

There is a reason the One Sith are the dominant power, and are winning this war, after all...