Bar Room Blitz

[Alkor Centaris]

Spoiler

By no means is anyone required to fight, and those of you who want to drink or talk are welcome to do so without getting pulled into any possible chaos. The tags indicate people who were interested in the thread when I said something, but they do not indicated any limitation placed on the thread. If you're a Dark Jedi, or you sympathize closely with Dark Jedi, you're welcome in these walls.

It was a quiet night, all things considered.

The hall of Quors Icthal on Adumar was like a dreamscape for those who relished combat. The Adumari vaunted Starfighter Pilots and skilled duelists above all else, so they embraced those who walked the path of the sword with open arms. A lightsaber on your hip in some cultures might mean fear from the populace, or command respect, but to the denizens of this particular planet it was an open invitation.

Quors was a renown warrior from ancient times who died in mortal combat with several enemies, bled out from his wounds before he could be healed. Every one of the bastards died with him, so the storyrtellers never seem too sad when they recount the legendary tale. His hall remained today to honor his life and death, and to do the same for those who follow a similar path to his own.

The grandiose pillows and carpets that decorated the floor gave it the rustic feel of a nomadic tribe, though they kept a constant staff of servers who never let a glass become less than half full. Incense burned hot in the room and offered a buzz to those who breathed too deep. There were all sorts of underworld agents who worked on Adumar, so it was not difficult to find a fix for any habit, if someone happened to have one.

Alkor sat at the edge of one of the more sizable rugs, nursing his ale while other visitors drifted in.

[member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Alkor had sent Kurayami a comm about a rather nice bar on Adumar. For the moment he was wandering the streets having landed his interceptor in a nearby hangar. His helmet was in his hand as he walked trying to find the place, he checked his datapad to get the location again, Quors Icthal. Strange name for a bar but whatever, he'd been to plenty of them that he could pronounce to start with, much less remember how to spell them any longer. Putting the name into his datapad he followed the directions given to him. Some of the locals seemed to at least have some inkling of what the yellow '013' on his armor stood for since their glances towards him were more than a bit wary and the whisperings seemed to be curious, interested, cautious, or on rare occasion star struck. It brought no more than a shrug and slight laugh from him as he entered the establishment.

Other than the scenery, the first thing he noticed was the smell of incense was strong here. Very strong. He took a seat in a less crowded area of the bar, waving down a server and ordering his standard Namana nectar. While he waited for his drink to be delivered, he closed his eyes and sighed. It was good to just kick back and relax now and again, though he did notice a familiar aura not far away. He scanned the room after taking his drink that was proffered to him by the ever attentive staff. As he looked around the room again, this time paying attention to those gathered he caught sight of Alkor and raised his glass in an informal salute before taking a swig and enjoying the gentle burn of the Namana nectar. Time would tell just how relaxing tonight would be, but he certainly had no plans on getting involved in any confrontations.

[member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Shadowheart]

[member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

Adumar was a pretty quiet place tonight as Ronin walked into the bar to call it a day, hours of being muscle. He took his seat at the bar, lighting up a smoke, and ordering the strongest ale the person tending him could offer. It was black, and looked thick. Without question he removed the red helmet from his head, and took one drag from the smoke he had lit, then chugged the ale down. Ronin's eyes scanned the bar, only two men stood out at the moment, they looked dangerous.

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Shadowheart"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Adumar condors were rare and hard to get to. They nested on the highest peaks of the planet in Wild Space. And they were vicious and adored fighting as much as their relatively new natives. Claws could rip from flesh to bonemarrow in a microsecond. The most was considered a delicacy and known to strengthen the soul of a warrior. Even brawl instigating bars paid well for their meat. The meat was a top seller.

The mocha-skinned girl who entered the lush-establishment had two medium-sized condors sling over her nearly-bare shoulder. Feathers drifted off the motionless birds of prey and sell red onto the carpet as she made her way to the bar, thumping them down on the open surface. "Two as promised. Now pay me what is owed."

The Kiffar could still soak in the memories of the dead birds. Psychometry was as much a curse as a gift. She knew what it felt like to soar through Adumar's skies. Completely free. And what it felt like to fall.

Broken.

 

[NightSister]

Among the relatively short list of things Adali preferred to occupy her time with, travel was certainly not. However, as was often the case with her, the Force had told her that Adumar would be a good place to be tonight. Aside from being all-powerful, the Force was one of two entities besides herself that she ever listened to, and she certainly had nothing better to do that night, so she had put on a formal robe and flown over.

As she entered the luxe venue, she got an overwhelming sense of the Dark side - not Sith, yet far from Jedi, like herself. She ordered a glass of wine and smirked. Looks like the Force had been right once again.

[member="Shadowheart"] | [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Quinn Vos"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

A fighting hall in Adumar was not the normal place one would find Miss Tmoxin Temi, Morpho CEO and Centurion for the Sith Triumvirate, but the Hapan Dark Jedi had a weakness that only her closest confidants knew about. Even her own company, the Morpho Sports Complex allowed her to indulge in this pursuit, but occasionally Tmoxin would go off-world in search of a more unique experience.

In the Adumar hall, the hazy air was redolent of tonqu flower incense and the sharp tang of sweat. What Tmoxin wanted was nearly prohibited, but she'd sought out a contact ahead of time - a Sullustan named Burein - to help her navigate the details. He was easy enough to spot, the only Sullustan in Quor Icthal. Kneeling beside him on a mountain of earth colored pillows, she began to speak but he thrust a cigarra at her.

"Smoke," he said as though it wasn't a question.

"I don't..." she began, until he lay the cigarra under her freckled nose. With one sniff, she could tell the tobacco was laced with marcan herb. "When on Adumar, I suppose." Between her two fingers, she held the cigarra out for a light and took a deep inhale once the flame was extinguished. She leaned in and whispered, "How does this work?"

"Give me your card," he said. The Hapan procured a credit card, one with a finite amount of credits of course - she wouldn't be swindled today - and handed it to the Burein who swiftly scanned it. "Betting in the hall is frowned upon. Adumari culture reveres these warriors almost as though deities. Gambling on the winner is said to cheapen the ritual."

The Hapan then watched the Sullustan make his way around the room, appearing as though making polite conversation with associates, but really gathering bets. Clever little pug-faced alien, thought Tmoxin. She took another deep drag off the cigarra, a light sense of euphoria tickling her synapses.

[member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Shadowheart"] [member="Quinn Vos"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Adali Renning"]

 

[Space Prius]

Gades had come to Adumar for a quick rest stop. Gades traveled alot now a days, he travels around the galaxy, righting wrongs and helping people. He had no set path, only a goal.

After landing on Adumar, he found his way to a nearby bar. He had his lightsaber hidden in his body as usual. He tried not to make himself obvious, all he wanted at the moment was some rest and some alcahol, all he wore was some clothes and a brown leather jacket, and a brown cloak, nothing out of the ordinary.

Gades sat down in a booth in the corner of the bar, he did not want to get into any fights or brawls at the moment, after he was done here he would get some sleep.

Gades was at Adumar to track down a serial killer, he didnt know where he was, or who he was, but there were rumors that he was seen somewhere around here, he had very little to go on, but that was to be done tomorrow, he just had a very long flight and he wanted to relax before getting anything done.

Gades ordered a cheap wine and some comfort food, and just sat back, not thinking about on how tomorrow he would have to track down a dangerous criminal.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Adali Renning"]
[member="Quinn Vos"]
[member="Shadowheart"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]

 

[Keira Priest]

As was typical with most bars or similar establishments she ended up in, Keira didn't really know why she was there, or what circumstances led to such. That wasn't to say she was too inebriated to otherwise discern as such, but her time spent in those venues without some kind of ulterior motive had been largely reduced in recent years. This was, she supposed, a change, though not much of one. More of a callback to her earlier years, if anything. After all, she was still wearing that same leather jacket, every piece of weaponry she carried that wasn't somehow attached to her armor concealed on her person, as per usual. As far as that was concerned, everything was situation normal.

Or as normal as things could be with a room full of Force sensitives, most of them somehow dark-aligned. That much was apparent to her from the moment she set foot inside the doorway, her gaze drifting about the room to take in those of note. It didn't take but a few seconds for her to note the presence of her student, [member="Adali Renning"], though she didn't make any move to connect with the girl. If it became absolutely necessary she would play the guiding hand, but the best way to learn was through experience, and she wouldn't always be there to intervene. If Adali had been ambitious enough to take her on in a sparring match upon their first real meeting, then she could handle herself here. Theoretically.

After managing to procure a glass of whiskey she seated herself on one of the less occupied rugs that covered the floor, leaning up against the wall and settling in to observe, senses extended about herself so she wouldn't be caught off guard. This was supposedly a fighting hall, but nothing had transpired to instigate anything thus far. And so she would wait. For once she wouldn't play the instigator.

[member="Gades Vassic"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Quinn Vos"], [member="Shadowheart"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="Alkor Centaris"]

 

[Shadowheart]

[member="Keira Ticon"]

His eyes shifted over to the woman sitting alone, and smiled brightly to himself. Ronan placed his helmet back on, ordered two more of whatever dark thick drink he was given. Ronin took the two drinks, moving towards this woman. Placing the drink before her, he moved over to a man who was named [member="Alkor Centaris"], though he didn't know this was his name, he was just a random person, and gave him the second drink. Ronin moved back to the bar, and ordered more, [member="Gades Vassic"] the next drink and [member="Tmoxin Temi"]. Ronin repeated this till everyone in the hall had one drink, then sat down at the bar watching each response. He cocked his head while his head spun around watching them.

"Fucking drink up folks, maybe your last one you get tonight. Life's funny that way you know? Enjoying living, then-"

He fired a shot up at the ceiling.

"Someone fucking shoots you in the face."