Jack Sparrow
Captain
Outer Rim
Taris
Lower City
Jayvar's Cantina
11:23pm, Local Time
The band was terrible and the dancers looked bored, but Jack had just pocketed nearly 270,000 credits and a very interesting map chip playing pazaak. Checking that the credit transfer was being automatically made to one of his secure accounts, the pirate captain and politician picked up a handful of hard creds and weaved his way to the bar. On the way he stopped at the edge of the dancer's stage where Teepa, a Togruta who's specialty was doing splits while spinning around the dancer's pole, gave him a wink, though the expression on her face remained bored. He tossed a 50 cred coin onto the stage at her pump-heeled feet without sitting, and the dancer's face curled into a smile.
"Do try to at least pretend to be alive, love," said Jack. "Otherwise they'll replace you with a droid, and then the real strange ones will start coming in."
Not bothering to wait for her to gyrate in front of him, Jack made it to the bar, took one of two seats left, and ordered an Arboite Twister, a drink so strong it was said it could make a Troig bang its two heads together.
He'd just taken his first sip when he felt a heavy hand fall upon his shoulder, and a low voice breathe into his ear.
"You Jack Sparrow?" came the growl.
"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow, mate." Jack turned his head toward the sound. A flat nose surrounded by a dark, hairy face filled his vision: a feline Cathar, who didn't seem pleased.
"Mr. Geez sent me over, Jack Sparrow." Silently, Jack mouthed the word "Captain." "Mr. Geez, he just lost a lot of money at pazaak. He says you cheated, an' he wants his money back. And his map. Especially his map. So." The strong hand squeezed Jack's shoulder again, causing the pirate to wince. "Hand 'em over."
Jack turned to his left, where a very attractive, short-haired woman had taken the final empty seat. She looked like the kind person who was comfortable in wretched hives of scum and villainy, and Jack liked her immediately. "This man represents another fellow who says I'm a cheat," Jack said to the woman. "Now tell me true: do I look like the kind of man who'd cheat at pazaak?" Jack's left hand pointed to the blaster pistol holstered on his right hip, and he threw a glance in that direction as well.
[member="Talia Mark"]
Taris
Lower City
Jayvar's Cantina
11:23pm, Local Time
The band was terrible and the dancers looked bored, but Jack had just pocketed nearly 270,000 credits and a very interesting map chip playing pazaak. Checking that the credit transfer was being automatically made to one of his secure accounts, the pirate captain and politician picked up a handful of hard creds and weaved his way to the bar. On the way he stopped at the edge of the dancer's stage where Teepa, a Togruta who's specialty was doing splits while spinning around the dancer's pole, gave him a wink, though the expression on her face remained bored. He tossed a 50 cred coin onto the stage at her pump-heeled feet without sitting, and the dancer's face curled into a smile.
"Do try to at least pretend to be alive, love," said Jack. "Otherwise they'll replace you with a droid, and then the real strange ones will start coming in."
Not bothering to wait for her to gyrate in front of him, Jack made it to the bar, took one of two seats left, and ordered an Arboite Twister, a drink so strong it was said it could make a Troig bang its two heads together.
He'd just taken his first sip when he felt a heavy hand fall upon his shoulder, and a low voice breathe into his ear.
"You Jack Sparrow?" came the growl.
"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow, mate." Jack turned his head toward the sound. A flat nose surrounded by a dark, hairy face filled his vision: a feline Cathar, who didn't seem pleased.
"Mr. Geez sent me over, Jack Sparrow." Silently, Jack mouthed the word "Captain." "Mr. Geez, he just lost a lot of money at pazaak. He says you cheated, an' he wants his money back. And his map. Especially his map. So." The strong hand squeezed Jack's shoulder again, causing the pirate to wince. "Hand 'em over."
Jack turned to his left, where a very attractive, short-haired woman had taken the final empty seat. She looked like the kind person who was comfortable in wretched hives of scum and villainy, and Jack liked her immediately. "This man represents another fellow who says I'm a cheat," Jack said to the woman. "Now tell me true: do I look like the kind of man who'd cheat at pazaak?" Jack's left hand pointed to the blaster pistol holstered on his right hip, and he threw a glance in that direction as well.
[member="Talia Mark"]