Bad booze and worse decisions

[Bryce Bantam]

OOC - Come one, come all! Any new or old players that want to do a Cantina scene are welcome. This is an open invite!

The members of the Outer Rim Coalition had many watering holes. These more than any public structure were much of the business within the coalition was performed. Avalon was one such place. On the surface it just looks like an old converted hanger, with an excellent selection of drinks and decent food.

Aliens of all types had sat about the place. As the sat, drank and conversed a juke box played jazz his of old. In the corner sat one or more member of the coalition. They gathered this day to debate such topics as the meaning of life, how a parsec and be both a measure of distance and time, and more importantly why red heads ruled the galaxy.

If anyone was looking for work one ginger in particular would be of interest to them. His trade mark red hair and equally red bomber would be a dead give away to anyone who came in looking for work. They would only need to stop by and say hello.

[member="Sadal Vas"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Missions of piloting-for-hire around Utapau were not overly common but Janick took this new job of piloting-for-hire as a simple escorting mission. Understandably few would even venture unescorted this deep inside Wild Space: piracy was often more troublesome in this area of the galaxy. Sometimes she seems to think that certain male Pau'an clients often mean escort in more senses than in simply the flight variety. Like now. Perhaps in a more innuendo-loaded way, as evidenced by the Pau'an acting as if Janick was some sort of femme fatale beyond the exotic black dress and bracers she wore. She always brought a vial of blood inside some hidden waist pocket when going on missions that could potentially bring her some alchemical business. Already she was able to turn a head or two beyond the Pau'an but didn't pay much, if any, attention to whose head(s) she turned. By now it's abundantly clear that her face is turning red (and no, it's not as a result of intense physical effort) at every step she is taking inside Avalon, towards the bar counter. Once they are seated in front of the bartender:

"Ah, lovely lady, don't be shy: this is your chance to show the cantina folk what you really are" the Pau'an client chuckled, with some innuendo in his voice.

"What will it be for you tonight, milady?" the Whiphid bartender asked Janick, handing out a menu to her.

"A keg of lum please. Oh and an extra-large platter of salt-and-pepper calamari if there's any left in stock"

"Lum... I hope you know what you're doing, Jane" the Pau'an client smirked.

[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Sadal Vas"]

 

[Nathaniel Trumont]

Utapau. One of the few places Nathaniel wasn't wanted. So, for that purpose, he attempted to avoid killing. He had come to a favorite cantina of his, the one owned by Avalon. The drinks here were good, and the food as well. But currently, Nathaniel wanted to look for some armor. Particularly something that could stop a blaster bolt and/or a slug. For now, he was sitting in a corner, enjoying a quick beer before heading back. A redhead sat somewhere else, and a particularly attractive woman was getting some innuendos up front. However, when drinking, one beer tends to become two, and two become four. So, now Nathaniel was getting drunk. And drunk Nathaniel is deadly Nathaniel. This would not end well.

 

[Sadal Vas]

[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Nathaniel Trumont"]

Miraluka calmly sat near the corner, drinking his glass of Tarkenian nightflower. He was surprised that there were such drinks. Even back at his own homeworld he could get only rumors about It. Well, his boss wasn’t lying when he said that Wretched Hive will stop in many interesting places of Outer Rim.

While drinking Sadal attentively listened everything around him :drunk friendly jokes, argues, discussions about different things-from business to women. One lady that came here clearly got a lot of attention from people around. Unlike others miraluka couldn’t see how attractive she was, but he could see her connection to the Force. Strong, dark, but not enough to call her a sith.

Some people around also mentioned some redhead that can give a job, but this didn’t get miralukas attention. Sadal wasn’t against the idea to earn some extra cash, but finding a person by his appearance description without eyes is too…. Problematic, to say the least.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Now there is something you don't see everyday, a Tarkenian nightflower. Not many people even know of the stuff much less drink it. A man of unusual tastes, Bryce was curious...

Excusing himself from the table and conversion he walked over to the man he had noticed drinking the rare vintage. Noting th blindfold around his eyes Bryce walked a bit more loudly than normal so the man would be alerted to his approch.

As he stopped close to the seated man he noted a patch on his shoulder, "the wretched hive" a ship he knew well.

"So you one of Jorus's boys, huh. How is the old scrapper these days?"

[member="Sadal Vas"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"Ma'am, all I have that isn't tied down is a one-sixth barrel keg of draft lum: is that OK with you?" the bartender asked Janick.

"Yes"

The keg of lum was prepared much faster than the salt-and-pepper calamari; using what skill in telekinesis she did have, she managed to get the sixth-barrel containing nearly 20 liters of lum behind her. She noticed a new blip on her Force-radar, [member="Sadal Vas"], while she opened the keg to drop the contents of the vacutainer onto the keg filled to the brim, and then focusing her dark side energy into the lum. Also, while she focused on the lum in the sixth-barrel keg, she concentrated long and hard about the effects she wants the lum to have, making her mental activity reach a peak while attempting to infuse quick-intoxication Force-hallucinogens in the lum-filled keg, but that should not have any lasting effects from just one consumption. Luckily she was able to keep that up until the desired concentration of dark side energy [member="Bryce Bantam"] would probably notice that there are some tendrils of darkness seemingly flowing into the keg aperture, but he couldn't tell what these tendrils are for. And woe would befall [member="Nathaniel Trumont"] if he tried to drink lum from that particular keg once the keg was ready...

 

[Garith Darkhold]

[SIZE=12pt] The Local Starport[/SIZE]

Another dead end, a false lead… Garith failed to find his son [member="Theodosius"] and his grandson [member="Bud Balor"]. Just waiting for his transport to be refueled was not an option. He could easily go find the local cantina while his ship was being refueled. So the Sith Lord left the starport.

[SIZE=14pt] Avalon[/SIZE]

Even from outside Garith could hear the jute box playing. Truthfully the he did not give a damn what music was playing. Walking in, he certainly turned a few heads. He was wearing his old Mandalorian armor. Menacing black lacquer paint covering baskar. An ancient style beskar’gam favored by the blade masters of old. It was not like the power armor used by Mando’ade in this age. This was true armor, no technology. The gloves; there were not crushgaunlets, they were just gauntlets. Garith’s cape, a bold crimson red.


Not caring about whom maybe looking he marched straight up to the bar. “Corellian Whiskey”, he placed the credits down on the bar and waited for his drink.


[member="Ket Van-Derveld"]

 

[Jim Pehico]

Jim Pehico did not like the look of this. He always hated Cantinas, say the wrong thing and you're surrounded. That being said, his love of booze was more powerful than his fear of being jumped. He was in this place for one reason, he got a tip for a job. His contact? A Ginger in a Red Bomber. Looking around the bar, he noticed a couple of very interesting individuals, noticeably what seems to be a sith lord, he can tell cause Jedi don't drink. "Don't go near the scary guy in the mando armor" Jim muttered under his breath. The last thing he wanted to do was catch anyone's attention. He walked deeper into the cantina when he saw his contact. The man known as Bryce. He walked towards him to make his acquaintance.

"Excuse me, Bryce, right? You're the man looking for a pilot and a gun?" Jim asked the red head.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

And she even realized that she can even control the content of the hallucinations by way of alchemizing the drinks: she could make anybody drinking the drinks from that particular keg have hallucinations, urging them to stop drinking for their safety and have the safety messages replayed in their heads until the effects of alcohol wear off. Courtesy of alchemy. Now that's one way to use alchemized drinks for good, she thought, as she continued to infuse the dark side into the lum contained in the sixth-gallon keg, hoping that the keg itself won't suffer from the effects of the dark side while everybody that was happy with free lum, and perhaps even [member="Jim Pehico"] would drink it. Or [member="Garith Darkhold"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Sadal Vas"], or even [member="Nathaniel Trumont"]. Since the salt-and-pepper calamari was not yet ready, she was even able to get the whole alchemical process done before the calamari even arrived to the table. But upon using telekinesis to attempt lifting the keg up, she realizes something is amiss: the lum keg is a lot heavier, and so exhausted what Force-energy is left to lift the full keg to a more central location.

"Come one, come all! Free draught lum right here from this keg!" she hollered across the bar, hoping that some will take the bait and take a chance to drink alchemized lum.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

The eye bandanna man did not have time to talk before Bryce was interrupted by a guy with a epic porn stash. He was sure energetic if a bit jumpy as Bryce could feel the hesitation in the man and worry over the armored mountain that had just walked in. He was about to reply to the man's assertion when the busty woman by the bar shouted something about free booze.

"All right kid your hired, first mission, get me a mug of that lum. Mission number two, get one for yourself also. Mission number three, if you choose to except it is we drink till we come up with a number four"

A wide smile came over Bryce's face as he pointed to the bar and gave the guy a quick nob before turning back to the lumonesently challenged fellow he was trying to strike up a conversation with.

"Sorry about the interuption, you were saying Mr..."

[member="Jim Pehico"] | [member="Sadal Vas"]

 

[Jim Pehico]

Jim was estatic. He finally had found a boss he could drink with.

"You're the boss, boss!" He said slightly too excited.

Jim was most certainly an alcoholic. He grabbed the boss a mog of lum. Mission one; check. He grabbed himself a mug. Mission two; check. He walked back to his new boss who was checking out the beautiful woman by the bar.

Jim goes back to Bryce and sighs. "Cheers to a great boss, greater booze, and the greatest boobs I've ever seen!"

Jim winks from afar to Janick, who like most woman in the galaxy, most likely hated his guts.
[member="Bryce Bantam"]
[member="Janick Beauchamp"]
[member="Garith Darkhold"]
[member="Sadal Vas"]
[member="Nathaniel Trumont"]

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Yet, within the shadows of this bar, lurked something ancient. Something that held allegiance to no one; An old soul whose power was overlooked in this day and age, simply because no one would ever think it possible for one person to control the Force as He did. The Lupine sat there at the bar, sipping upon a murky brown liquid within a dry, squat, square glass. Cubes of ice floated within it as the edge of the glass met thin, pallid lips, He sipped, and the warmth was welcomed.

Too many nights watching, too much time spent observing. Too many a day spent asleep and waiting.

No, this was the the time, the moment...the time the ancient Dark Lord rose amongst the common rabble and made himself known. Too much time had been spent in the unknown regions. Too much time spent wondering why. Now was the time to act. And so he would. For now, a drink sufficed. Turning to Garth, he spoke plainly.

"It seems that even in your old age, you are still but a boy. Funny, but expected."

[member="Garith Darkhold"]

 

[Garith Darkhold]

The free lum did not peak Garith’s interest even if it was from a young woman. Corellian Whiskey is what he favored. The credits was not an issue, he had plenty.

The Ancient Kashi did hear a familiar voice from his past. In curiosity a single brow raised as he looked over. [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] , how many years had past? Was it a hundred, and thousand years? Garith could not remember exactly. Years had blended together it had seemed.


Yes Garith still looked young; he still appeared to look in his early thirties. Dark Transfer was Garith’s secrete in that regard, what was Ket’s secrete?


“We’re hardly expected”, Garith found this to be quite humorous, this chance encounter. In fact he openly wore a smirk upon his face, “Here we are though. What a terrible twist of fate we have played on this galaxy!”

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

"Fate, if you believe in such a thing, is nothing if not twisted."

Ket cracked that sly grin known across the galaxy, and sipped the murky brown liquid within the glass he held in withered fingers. He closed those sapphire blue eyes but a moment, and savored the trappings of a long gone era. That those things He once held scared were now but a few credits away upset him. But, seeing those who he knew to be powerful act like the generation who felt the need to sit back and watch...that hurt...

"My young little Darkhold...surely you remember the ways of our kind? I hope I do not have to lay waste to every other breathing pile of flesh here simply to rekindle what I thought you of all people would champion..."

[member="Garith Darkhold"]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

"Now I'll drink to that!" Bryce said holding the mug aloft.

He however only took a small sip at first, a quite conversation had drawn his interest at the bar beyond. The armored mountain had taken up talking with a being who seemed to be suppressing something. Anyway he would monitor it but not interfere. It was the unwritten rule of the cantina, you mind you business i'll mind mine.

His mind back on his new employee it seems now that he had him he needed to find something for him to do.

"So... feth never got your name, what is it you like to do. If I'm gonna find ya work need to know what you can do."

[member="Jim Pehico"] | [member="Sadal Vas"]

 

[Jim Pehico]

Jim chugs most of the lum down.

"Name's Jim, Jim Pehico and what can I do? It's more like what can't I do. Idk if you've ever heard of the Invasion of Naboo. Trade Federation? You might remember hearing about how Naboo's Bravo Squadron took down the Trade Federation Capital Ship? Well I wasn't even born yet when that happened! But I was apart of Bravo Squadron when I joined the Corps, and even made it to Honor Guard." Jim was drunk at this point slurring and getting worked up.

"Which, mind you, is protecting the Queen offworld in our ships. You're probably wondering why am I hear instead of getting the royal treatment on Naboo? Well I was framed. Someone remotely sliced my ship and attacked the queen. I barely escaped without being captured and now here I am. A damn freelance pilot." Jim was sobbing and rambling. This was not a pretty sight.

"I'm sorry boss, I haven't had lum since I was on Naboo. But seriously boss, when I'm sober I am the best pilot to come out of Naboo in a long time."

Jim finishes off the lum. There was something fishy about it. As if the lady at the bar added something to it, however Jim is never the one to complain about free lum and he waits for his new boss's reply.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

It could have been the words [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] spoke of or just the presence of the moment. The few patrons near the two got up from the bar and started to move away. Garith had just swallowed the last of the whiskey in his glass. Did he care if anyone died in this bar? No he did not give a damn.


However just like Ket and everyone else in this cantina, Garith had his own agenda. He knew, he was being tested. The Lupine had sensed something different in Garith. It was true there was something different, Garith could remember a time before he was a Sith.


Ket was testing if The Brotherhood’s Horseman of War still held heart. After all this time Garith never lost his hatred for the Jedi nor would he. Ket did not know.

Hell, Garith never told Malice. Trust was a lose word with the Sith. Garith had trusted Malice with some secrets but never the real reason why Garith hated the Jedi.



The destruction of the Kashi race was the real reason. The only reason Garith had lived was because he was off world. For well over 25,000 years he only had his hate for the Jedi. He never wished to kill them all. He wanted them to suffer like he had.


As he looked at Ket, that fire, that hate and anger could be seen within Garith’s eyes. “The Hand of Ka’rangir is not a mindless beast", Garith refered to himself, "Nor does it strike at the behest for anything other than the will of Bogon. If you wish to slaughter insects I don’t even care. Go right ahead.”

Garith tapped the bar next to his glass. A universal symbol he wanted another drink. Ket was right about one thing and Garith knew it. Garith was never meant to be idle doing karking nothing. Garith was a machine of war, a Sith Juggernaut.

Translation:
*Ka'rangir: The Mandalorian Destroyer God.
*Bogon: The Ancient Name for the Darkside.

 

[Sadal Vas]

Sadal didn’t notice the man who stood near him, he was too distracted with unusual lady. When he actually noticed a couple of people near him-it was actually too awkward. Young man shamefully scratched back of his head and smiled a little. He was ready to ask them to repeat what they asked, but it looks like a couple most likely wouldn’t give him the attention. One of them started to drink the force empowered liquid and miraluka quietly said:
"I wouldn’t recommend you to drink it…"
But it looks like no one heard him. After that Vas apologized and went further from people who stood near. He went straight to the woman who offered a drink in the first place.

"Excuse me, "said miraluka to get her attention. Young man with straight, confident posture, little smirk on blind face-the guy surely looked like someone who would like to hit on Janick. Who knows, maybe he would actually do that, if not the circumstances. "What did you do to the drink? Is it some sort of… Force poisoning?"

The last part Sadal tried to say as quiet as possible, so only woman near him would hear it.

[member="Janick Beauchamp"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"Force... poisoning? This is about alchemy, whereby people who drink the free lum will get allergic reactions to any further consumption of alcohol for a certain amount of time: one would expect people who managed to drink the lum to try to drink other stuff afterward. I'm actually trying to prevent alcohol overdoses here" she whispered in [member="Sadal Vas"]'s ear.

Despite the lum being alchemized to achieve the effects the way she described it, several more oblivious patrons nevertheless took draught lum out of the sixth-barrel keg. Even then there was 2/3 of the keg remaining. By now it is clear whose head she turned earlier: [member="Jim Pehico"], who promptly gave a mug of that very lum to [member="Bryce Bantam"]. I have the greatest boobs he has seen? It's the first time a non-Pau'an would even tell me that much in a few months. I do realize there are millions of other ladies in the galaxy just as beautiful as I am, and hundreds or thousands of those are Force-users, I'm just one Force-using beauty, she thought to herself, while the Whiphid barman finally told her something about the grub she ordered. She does realize that calamari might be a tad expensive in that corner of the galaxy, so she would hope that there would be some compensation or something.

"I'm sorry, but there are no calamari in stock right now. However, for the price of the calamari, you may keep the empty keg with you when you leave" the Whiphid told Janick.

"I guess, that's better than nothing"

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Bryce handed [member="Jim Pehico"] a second mug. I any man needed a drink it was he it seemed.

"Woh, Jimmy it is all good. Pilot and a blaster. We can build from there. So have you only flown fighters or can you handle something bigger. Most of the ships we fly are in the light freighter range, like YT-1300's and such. Our here the tramp freighter is king."

He watched the man with covered eyes get up and move over to speak with the woman at the bar. As he did he sipped on his lump and thought some more.

"Judges can always use the help, so can Red fleet or any other navy folks. All depends on you. What do you want from life Jim?"