Broken Bar (Open)

[Marcus Lok]

The streets of the Coruscanti Entertainment District were teeming with life at around midday, as they usually were, and the clubs were busier than ever. Races of all creeds poured around the duracrete roads like sudden torrents of insects that bore cloaks, hats, capes, and all different arrays of garments to hide their identities in the joy of the day. Sirens could be heard in the distance, all too obviously arresting a young person who had been having a bit too much fun that morning, or perhaps a vagabond who had broken one too many rules of the mega city. Though, these happenings went unnoticed to the young Mandalorian who sat in the Fat Mynock Bar & Grill that housed many citizens of the day already.

Marcus was not very attentive today, in fact, he was unconscious. A sudden crash caused his eyes to jump open, and brought with it a severe pain to his head. He had not been struck as fortune would have it, but an unfortunate server saw it fit to drop an order of Gi dumpling soup to the glossed floor. There went his lunch... The server offered a panicked apology before he was off again, and that was when it all began to come back to him. He had been homesick.

He had only come into this rat's den to have a little taste of home... He must have passed out. He checked himself quickly to make sure that none of his equipment had been taken during his nap, and was happy to see that none of it had been touched. His helmet sat to his side, and his armor plates still gave off a dull gleam from the light that hung high above. The upper levels of the bar were occupied by the people who had come with their families in hopes having a nice relief from the everyday, and Marcus envied them. He began to think of his mother when the server came back in an instant, just in time to break him away from sadness that he should not feel. She had been gone for a while now, he had to get over it. He began to scoop up the liquid and to his surprise, it was not any cheap knockoff made with meat substitute or any kind of Bantha Patty. Things were finally looking up, but he knew the day was far from over.

 

[Beowoof]

It had been quite some time since the Wandersun daughter had ventured into the big city. Long days on the farm usually did not provide opportunity to travel abroad--or even across the tracks to the corner store sometimes. But today was a big day and Ursäkta May was going to make the most of her travels by getting in the most gawking at the beautiful or gaudy buildings and displays that composed the metropolis.

Honestly, a lot of the city was ugly and run-down, but that mattered little to the Miralian. It was a change in scenery from the usual dusted fields and bantha stalls she worked everyday--Force bless her banthas. She loved them all. But this was the big city! She could always count on waking up to banthas and aisles of crops any other day.

If she felt out-of-place, Ursäkta May did not reveal such embarrassment. In fact, the others around her probably felt embarrassed for her and her unconcealed naivete. None of them could appreciate the alien perspective she saw everything from, and some even had to contain laughter at her ignorant jubilation.

Lunchtime would prove the turning point of the day for the farmgirl, though--at least, one might assume so when she walked into the cantina expecting something a little more 'down home'.

"Hey y'all," she greeted as she waltzed right into the 'saloon'. That was when everyone in the Fat Mynock stopped doing whatever they were doing and turned to look at the patchwork desert cloak and the green-skinned bumpkin underneath.

[member="Marcus Lok"]

 

[T. Greg]

"hello " I man calls from the bar he is wearing standard red and black sith robes hood off showing his red skin and black dread locks that reached to his shoulder to mid nack also visible was he elegantly crafted light saber that belonged to gis late mother the the saber had a slight curve to the tip of it making it such when activate

 

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus took one more bite from the soupy mixture when he heard it. It was a sort of country esque greeting that one might only expect when visiting Dantooine or another dirtball on the Outer Rim. Of course it was overshadowed over the conversations between multiple patrons and their topics of discussion which would soon be referencing the seemingly lost girl that had just entered the building. Marcus looked down the thin corridor that separated the booths to see what the girl had done to attract the attention of a few more of the patrons and he was quite surprised to see her standing in the doorway, rather proudly, clad in desert robes that appeared to be quite worn at the very least. It boasted multiple colors and was undoubtedly a bit paled from exposure to sunlight, likely from the desert where she had come from... But what was she doing here?..

Another man piped up in greeting from the bar, whom Marcus had not noticed prior to her entrance, and he was clad darkly as well. This was not a surprise, most people were, and it didn't really faze him as much as the green skinned woman who had just charged through the door of the restaurant in a sort of wild fashion. She certainly was shameless, not many would stomp on in and shout a greeting to some of the dregs in this place...

"Any more sir?"

The startling noise of the robot's mechanical speech made Marcus jump. He had been too concerned with the girl to notice the droid's approach and its want to refill his drink that he had left idly empty whilst he had been eating.

"Yeah... Yeah. Bring me the same."

He said that sentence rather briskly and turned his attention back to his meal and began to scoop up more stew. He gave the occasional glance back towards the bar as everyone began to converse once more, if nothing more than to gauge what the girl would do after her entrance. She was likely lost, or simply friendly. The latter would likely not get her very far in this city though...

[member="Ursäkta May"] / [member="Darth Ravik"]

 

[Luni Harkaij]

Luni walked the streets in a calm, vigilant manner, idly looking at all of the people around and awkwardly going back-to-back with turning strangers as a combat reflex, turning with them to continue on his path.

His stomach made disingenuous assertions at him, rumbling every now and then, trying to tell him that it was hungry. He couldn't actually remember the last time he ate, so they weren't entirely disingenuous.

He was about to walk in only to perform another awkward and silent back-to-back turning motion with a green skinned lady. He didn't touch her and his footsteps were relatively silent, though he found himself turning to a whole sudden crowd. "Oops," he muttered to himself. Seeing for the colossal tally of the people here, he idly shifted around all the people looking at the green girl, muttering excuse mes and sorry, coming throughs along the way. He went to sit down at the bar, idly looking at the soup a man had been eating. Luni looked at the ones working the bar and gestured over to the bowl in front of Marcus. "I'll have what he's having."

[member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Darth Ravik"] @Ursäkta May

 

[Beowoof]

Well, that was no down-home greeting she got. Maybe she had not spoken loudly enough. Though, perhaps there was another phrase she was supposed to know in the big city, and her farmgal utterance was not exactly the correct lingo for their ears. Well, she would be darned if that was going to stop her from making herself at home anyway!

Scuffing through the crowded bar for the main counter, the country girl snagged herself a seat and hopped up onto the stool that was a bit higher than she was used to. But, upon second glance, it appeared that she had been right to find there were no rocking chairs about. But maybe it was a regular's place, and she did not like to mess with tradition. Old Man Muzzark got pretty cranky when strangers took his booth at the Three Corners Diner. "This here ain't no'n's seat, is it?" she asked after tapping the shoulder to her right. A gruff snort was all she got in reply from the Trandoshan. "Ah'm gunna tek tha'at as a 'no'." These big city people were quite talkative.

Ursäkta May turned her attention to the approaching bartender. He was already giving her a strange look, but she supposed he might have just been studying her traditional tattoos. "Say, ya got enny tack 'n' gree'itz?"

"Got wut?"

"Tack ee'n' gritz."

The three nearest patrons as well as the bartender gave her the most confused of confused stares she had ever been stared by. "I think you took the wrong exit, girl. Your planet's thataway." The burly barkeep thumbed in the general direction of 'up'.

The Miralian smiled and followed his gesture, glancing up at the ceiling. "Ah kin fix that thur lahtbawlb eff ya need the he'elp." Everyone laughed. Ursäkta May grinned from ear to ear, not knowing that they were not laughing at her joke, but at her. "Y'all'z a fren'ly bunch. Ah lahk this place."

[member="Marcus Lok"], [member="Darth Ravik"], [member="Luni Harkaij"]

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Vinskk strode into the Fat Mynock with an empty stomach and a voracious appetite. He made his way to a corner booth, shoving some offworlder hillbilly to the side without so much as a glance. The towering Trandoshan took a seat on the stained, torn seat and ordered a server droid in Dosha to bring his usual, a bowl full of grubs and worms, and a juma on the rocks. He then eyed the patrons of the slightly seedy establishment, stopping slightly on the Mandalorian and the offworlder he bumped into. His worn leather armor jumpsuit squeaked against the chair as he leaned back, thinking about profits and costs of today's special cargo, a live Ewok, imported straight from the Endor system to be sold as a plaything for a Hutt crimelord. His thoughts ran deeper, but he still focused on the environment around him, watching and ready for anything at a moment's notice.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ursäkta May"] [member="Revamp"] [member="Luni Harkaij"] [member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Darth Ravik"]

Location: The Bar
Objective: Get intel

Vassara was already here and had been for quite some time. The young spacer was in the corner, back to the wall and feet up on the tablke, observing the scene. Corsucant, now the height of Sith power was crawling with Sith Acolytes and other baddies looking to have their name known. It was also crawling with spies and agents looking to undo the wretched atrocities of the One Sith, and smash their grip on these parts.

Which tied into why she was here, clad in a brown beggars cloak, over her usual black and red jacket. A floppy brown brimmed hat and hood pulled up tight complete with amaske served to hide the rest of her. She was not Vassara, but Mara Smith today. Her mission? She was waiting for a certain someone who had quite the scoop on the Siths defenses. Another agent such as herslef, that was bringing launch codes, so she could return them to the Underground.

Still in the motley assortment the farmer woman was drawing a lot of attention to herself. Vassara contemplated leaving, or telling the girl to shut up. She also had noted the Sith that had arrvied, and contemplated casting off her disguise and balsting him with her shotgun.

No patience, you'll get them in time.

The thoughts echoed around her head like a drum beating. For now she sipped her drink, cold blue eyes piercing like ice daggers across the room, as she attempted to mask her force signature, drawing from the white current, rather than the force itself.

 

[Marcus Lok]

"Y'all'z a fren'ly bunch. Ah lahk this place."

That sentence was only one of many that Marcus struggled to understand through her thick accent. She certainly was unique, if not a little strange, and she was trying very hard to make herself at home which was admirable at least. As soon as the servant droid had left him his next drink, He took a look back at the door as he heard the bell toll that signaled another customer. This time, it was a trandoshan that clearly held no sense of respect as it simply shoved the girl off of her seat at the bar. To be honest, it was something to expect from the tall lizards... Never too friendly. Then he heard a new voice from yet another patron indicating his meal. He smiled as the new arrival expressed interest in the stew, as it was a traditional Mandalorian dish, he thought he might be of his world.

"They serve the real stuff here. Nothing like that garbage on Ord Mantell!"

After saying his peace, his vision went back to the girl that had been cleared of her seat and a small bit of anger grew towards the Trandoshan which now sat staring its heartless reptilian eyes at the bartender and around the bar. He thought about standing and saying something, but it was none of his concern. Hopefully she would just silently go to another seat and ignore the rudeness that the snarling beast had given her. Upon looking back to his own food, he took a few more scoops of it into his mouth before his datapad alerted him to a new message from a potential employer. He pressed his fingers to the screen to open the message and began to read.

Effective immediately... Unique opportunity... Substantial rewards and benefits.

These words had not rung familiar until he checked the coordinates for the rendezvous which immediately gave away what opportunity this message was entailing. He smiled at the revelation that he had been accepted. He would have to be offworld in a few days now, but he still knew that it would be a while before he received the actual meeting location, employers were never too careful... Especially Sith ones...


[member="Ursäkta May"] / [member="Revamp"] / [member="Vassara Raxis"] / [member="Luni Harkaij"] / [member="Darth Ravik"]

 

[D4-37 (Gogo)]

D4-37(Gogo) walked into the Fat Mynock. It had been years science he had been on a planet. He knew however that he was here for a reason. After all of his time in deep space, he needed a ship. A ship that wasn't of CIS design for a special mission. Suddenly the bartender turned and said to him;
"Hey droid, we don't serve your kind here."
Gogo kept on walking regardless. The bartender approached him an blocked his path.
Then Gogo pulled out a blaster pistol from a concealed pocket on his backpack and pressed the pistol onto the Bartenders belly.
"I am not here, you never saw me and I don't exist." Gogo said in his synthesized voice.

"O-Of course" said the bartender, with a look of terror on his face.
"Good, now let me though."

The bartender let him through and he withdrew his blaster pistol.

Gogo spoted a Human at a table by himself and approached. He then asked the Human, "Do you have a ship?"

 

[Beowoof]

She was knocked to the side by the towering Trandoshan just as she was about to actually, truly come up with the most brilliant thought the galaxy had ever thunk. But, alas, it was not to be! The country girl was jostled off her chair by the reptilian's strong arm and she nearly toppled over. Most other people would have, too. But Ursäkta May was a seasoned bantha rider, and ain't no one gonna buck her off a stool! "Kerful. Ya maht spill sumthin'," she advised before scooting back into a proper seated position.

Content with being around these impolite folks as she was still rather wrapped up in the 'exoticism' of the big city, the Miralian leaned in forward with elbows resting on the countertop. "Well, haow 'bout a caf? That's a guhd place tuh start, ain'it? Ever'un lahks caf."

The barkeep snorted, but a hot mug of caf was eventually slid her way. "Wow. That's purty guhd right thayre. Ya got sum good aim with that slidin' biznuss." The farmgirl gave her thumbs-up and flashed a toothy smile, preparing to drink her first city-style caf! If she had had a datapad on her, should would have taken a selfie.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"], [member="Vassara Raxis"], [member="Marcus Lok"], [member="D4-37 (Gogo)"], [member="Luni Harkaij"], [member="Darth Ravik"]

 

[Kixi Rajki]

Kixi had only just walked into Fat Mynock Bar & Grill. She very rarely travelled alone when it came down to visiting not very respectable places. She was accompanied by Braj'tec Qarr, an older large build man, whom was her right hand warrior. It wasn't that Kixi couldn't hold her own in a scuffle or fight, but the reality was that she was just a fragile woman and having a strong warrior by her side was always more reassuring.

As she walked towards the bar, she was disgusted as she saw a Trandoshan for no good reason knock a young green skin girl off her stool. "Repulsive lizard creature", she whispered in Braj'tec's ear who nodded in acknowledgement. By the time the two walked to the bar, the green skinned girl had picked herself up. Kixi walked straight up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hi there, I hope you are okay and not hurt from that fall. It's unfortunate we have to tolerate these animals in our society", she gave a look of disdain at the big Trandoshan who sat on the stool only about a metre away, clearly trying to make a statement of disapproval. She wasn't concerned at all as she had her concealed lightsabre with her as well as Braj'tec who was towering tall behind her. For some unknown reasons, the Trandoshan looked familiar, but she quickly shrugged off the thought as she hadn't been acquainted with any Trandoshans as far as she could remember. Turning back at the young green girl, Kixi decided to introduce herself. "My name is Kixi and this is Braj'tec my close friend", she said pointing her head slightly behind her. "You mind if I have a drink with you?"


[member="Vinskk Revamp"], [member="Vassara Raxis"], [member="Marcus Lok"], [member="D4-37 (Gogo)"], [member="Luni Harkaij"], [member="Darth Ravik"], [member="Ursäkta May"]

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Vinskk hissed in disdain at the Human's rude comment. An animal? Hey, she looked kind of familiar, almost like he had a dream of her or something, some faded memory.

The Trandoshan shrugged at the occurrence. His meal was placed in front of him by the emotionless server, a still squirming bowl of bugs. He dug in with his talons. Delicious.

Downing his glass of juma, Vinskk pulled out his datapad and began to type gently, sending a message to a slaver contact in Sleheyron to prep for a large delivery. He was absorbed in the technology, not noting the droid who threatened the bartender.

[member="Kixi Rajki"] [member="Ursäkta May"] [member="D4-37 (Gogo)"] [member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Luni Harkaij"]

 

[Hopeman12]

Jordun walked in with caution and with his hood over his head, headed to the bar. He inside knew he had no business here but he knew he needed exposure from the temple.

 

[Kixi Rajki]

While Kixi waited for Ursäkta to respond, she couldn't stop but wonder what that Trandoshan was up to. Surely being a lizard creature spelt a trouble maker in her eyes. She had dealt with similar creatures before and even fought bloody wars against them. She had also noticed that droid creature threaten the bartender too, however given nothing had happened from it, she ignored it.

She turned her neck a fraction and whispered something to Braj'tec in her naitive tongue to him. You just never knew who was eavesdropping in such a feral place like the bar she was in. "Try and see what that Trandoshan is up to, what he is doing with that data pad. And be discreet". Braj'tec nodded slightly in acknowledgement and slowly walked to the other side to where the Trandoshan was seated and signalled the bartender for a drink.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"], [member="Ursäkta May"], [member="D4-37 (Gogo)"], [member="Marcus Lok"], [member="Vassara Raxis"], [member="Luni Harkaij"], [member="Jordun Darko"]

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Please make preparations in advance for the large shipment of cargo incoming. There were not enough cages last time, and Semper Slaves Incorporated and the Hutts over us will not stand for anything below an excellent housing standard and quality for our specimens. Also, duly note that...

The Trandoshan continued to type away, oblivious to the prying eyes of the Human behind him ordering a drink as Vinskk grabbed for another handful of grubs and crunched down on them.

[member="Kixi Rajki"]

 

[Kixi Rajki]

Braj'tec could see everything that the Trandoshan was typing. He had an implant in his head that was recording all that he was seeing on the Trandoshan's data pad. He had to be discrete of course so he didn't dare turn to Kixi to acknowledge that he had possibly found whom she had been looking for. She was a Jedi, and she despised slavery. She was intent on busting the Trandoshan to the authorities. Braj'tec continued drinking his drink and minding his own business as he continued to note what the Trandoshan was entering on his data pad and would later on report it all to Kixi.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"]

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

...seeking. cooperation to the utmost. Thank you for accommodating us.

Vinskk Revamp, CEO of Semper Slaves Incorporated.

The Trandoshan turned off the datapad and passed in the empty bowl to the server droid, tossing a few credits inside of it as a tip for the chef. Vinskk cracked his neck and for the first time noticed the large Human staring at him. Squinting in distrust, he fished out a earpiece and attached it to his head, creating the possibility of private calls.

Pulling out a comlink, Revamp called Liam Darkgear, his top soldier and most loyal slaver.

The call went out...

Ring, ring...

"What's up, boss?"

Vinskk looked around cautiously, then whispered in Dosha, which Darkgear was fluent in.

"My location. Bring some boys."

Darkgear hung up, not responding as per protocol. They already had their captain's location at all times, so no further communication was necessary.

On the Black Talon...

Darkgear and 5 men exited the ship, clad in cloaks and hoods, weapons carefully concealed. The Trandoshan's last known location was some dive called the Fat Mynock. They were walking over when the leader spoke up in his light accent.

"We don't know what the captain's into, so go in expecting anything, boys."

The company proceeded while Vinskk sat in his booth, senses on high alert. His blaster holster was already discreetly unclasped, ready for the slightest danger to begin opening fire.

[member="Kixi Rajki"]

 

[Kixi Rajki]

Braj'tec ignored the Trandoshan who suddenly noticed him standing behind him. He only moved slightly acting all innocent. "Excuse me", he said politely and moved a metre or so to the side of him. He observed the Trandoshan putting an ear piece on and that he could no longer tap into what he was doing or saying. Braj'tec was an experienced militant. He knew the Trandoshan had suspected something and had probably called for backup.

Braj'tec still not dared look at Kixi. Instead he proceeded with what she would expect him to do next. Zasalamel, Kixi's advisor, mentat and body guard, an even bigger man than Braj'tec, was standing inocently talking to Kes, a woman who was Kixi's personal assassin just outside the entrance to the bar. The 2 were talking outside pretending to be two strangers who had just met. Braj'tec with his implant signalled them both of the possible pending danger and at the same time also alerted Kixi herself. He put down his drink and signalled the bartender for another drink still not looking at neither the Trandoshsn nor Kixi and pretending to be clueless.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"]

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

The 6 men in total entered the Fat Mynock, spotting their Trandoshan boss immediately. Not very conspicuously, the huddled mass of men crossed the restaurant, taking a seat with Vinskk.

Darkgear lowered his hood, revealing his jet black hair, bright grey eyes, and scarred face. He was sitting directly across from Revamp, while the other men sat next to him and Liam in the booth, scanning the bar and grill discreetly. The experienced slaver and soldier asked a question quietly, trying not to attract any more attention than they already had.

"What happened, sir? Looks normal."
Revamp looked around carefully, searching for any eavesdroppers.

"Caught Human looking at my datapad. Could be assassins. Or spies. Or you-know-who could have sent someone for me."

Darkgear looked at the big guy that Revamp had gestured to discreetly. He quickly sized up the large, older man before addressing Vinskk again.

"Bugger's big, huh? I got a solution. Let's get the hell out of here. Another dive, another planet, wherever you wanna go, boss."

The Trandoshan nodded. While slavery wasn't exactly illegal under Sith rule, the planet was still Coruscant, a place known for 'culture' and all that bantha poodoo. Not the best place for a slaver.

"I'll finish my juma, then we'll go."

Darkgear nodded. The other men relaxed externally, but were in reality on alert, probing the seedy place for any militaristic looking figures or immediate threats.

Vinskk sipped his juma quickly.

Soon, they would leave.

[member="Kixi Rajki"]