Coin flips, Round trips. (Open)

[Kei Amadis]

Not a drinker.

Touch of a glass hitting another, the core drive music kicked into gear, not a drinker, he’d been telling himself that recently.

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Dim trickery of light and sound dancing around colourful dark shades that vied for each room's back wall, masking an otherwise empty remembrance. Despite the life here, there was nothing for him but those that weren’t, and the vigil for them he held, or maybe just an excuse to have another stack of now empty glasses by his side. Stubble framing an unkempt appearance spilled outward onto the bar, the upturned glasses piled into two stacks one either side of the Epicanthix. The sides of his temples throbbed, he wasn’t a drinker, couldn’t take his ale, Correllian whiskey sure but you could keep the stale aftertaste of whatever this was, and he’d long passed asking what he was drinking.

Yinchorr - Expanse Region - Velavex One Bar​

Grin firmly placed, he was still alive, not the end of the galaxy, not yet. There were crowds, many of them, but nobody standing too close, and that was probably a good thing. His black fatigues were torn at the collar, a few rips down each arm, as usual his saber was worn on the belt openly, the Epicanthix one of the few who didn’t mind who saw who he was, a Jedi, even if tonight the old soldier was floating off into Fyor territory on a cocktail induced stream of melancholy.

His rifle was slung somewhere over the bar, they’d thought the better of disarming him, when they’d seen what state he’d come in as. If you looked close enough you could see the fight coming somewhere behind the eyes, in the past from his days spent soldiering, he’d begun to relax and ease in his time with the silvers, but his absence had seen that cloud return from wherever he'd been. In his hand was a small holomap and a blinking red dot on it, the trail going straight into Sith space, knocking a glass over the side, the splintering shards didn’t distract him from the vigil. Only the embers of that still firm grin greeted the disgruntled bartender as he brought over two more green… somethings, one for Kei and one for his imaginary partner, raised up to hit the spinning laser lighting cast outward from the distractions around him.

One more for the road.

 

[Fyor Nayus]

“Heralds passing messages through circuits of nano crystals and driven by singular impulses of charge, their one universal concern to bring the location to the waiting eye.” With the smallest of movements, the robotic eyes inbuilt into the blind Lorrdian had seen an upgrade since they last spoke, and they were able to merely zoom out taking in the entire room without changing direction, a little unnerving if you were not used to looking at them.

“It’s a datapad.” Kei said bluntly, as he often did.

“Ah yes, quite, but that doesn’t really have the same ring to it.” Fyor flourished his engineering robes then oddly sat rather robotically into the chair beside Kei, his attire black and grey, unusually tidy while offworld, while his beard had grown a fair size, sporting a thick moustache to match.

“Never thought I would see the day where Kei Amadis was propping himself up in a bar over a girl.” Fyor was intentionally trying to provoke the Jedi Master, if only to push him out of his obvious brooding, a calculated risk toward his companion, led by a calculating mind.

“Our girl.” Kei snapped, but let the anger pass as quickly as it had come, comfortable in his delirious melancholy, but the Jedi training was soon to take over again, as he put the glass down. He wasn’t here to drink, much like Fyor, Kei was here to pay his respects and suit up, for what was probably going to be a suicide run, Fyor knew it and Kei knew it, and neither of them were going to speak of it.

The comment though couldn’t pass Fyor’s usually emotionless exterior without hitting a chord, his face in knots of its own. “Yes well, I think I’ll partake in this fine establishments beverages, one for the hyperspace lanes before we leave” Fyor said elongating his words, as he always did when something was on his mind. Indeed when he began ordering a drink, the order was so finely detailed, and exacting to specifics, Kei had already had time to wave over another two glasses for himself.

“To our girl, and the may the bastards who took her, be soon to spend many hours intimately becoming acquainted with the most irradiated hyperdrive this side of coruscant.”

 

[Kiyron]

He had heard rumors and rumors of rumors that an old friend was out and about in the galaxy again. He had some leave time and took advantage of it to go see if this was true. That, and he was exhausted from the constant invasions and counter invasions. He needed to get off base for a while. Yinchorr was his last reliable lead, pulling on what legitimate information and some illicit information he could find. Spending time as a GRIM black ops officer had its benefits. What [member="Kei Amadis"] was doing out here, he wasn't entirely sure. Something with the Silver Jedi was what he had heard, but his focus was on the other side of the galaxy.

But for now, he was here to meet up with an old friend. Maybe have a few drinks. Swap some stories. So here he was, stepping into a bar in his sweep, wincing at the pounding music. That was painful. Almost worse than an artillery barrage. He zipped his coat up further, hiding the holstered blaster, and slipped a few credits to the bouncer, saying something about government business. Then he ducked into the crowd, moving between the wildly gyrating folk. Where was he?

Was that him there? Kiyron paused and drifted through a group, taking better sight. It did seem so, although less put together than he remembered him. Drunk even and worse for the wear. Torn uniform. Lightsaber? He didn't quite remember that from before. But who knew? Stranger things had happened. Not the best place for a rifle either. Things did not appear to be going well. He strode through the crowd, instinctively moving between the dancers and other patrons. Not unlike dodging lightsaber strikes, although not all here were so keen to hit him this time. Some of them perhaps, but a quick glare sent them backing off. He slipped into the seat next to Kei, trying to think what to say, before saying something obvious.

"Been a while."

 

[Kei Amadis]

There was confusion in the Jedi Master’s eyes at Fyor’s comment, Nato was dead after all, but he was right, they did have to find those responsible. A familiar face called before he had chance to respond, someone else he’d thought dead strangely enough. A firm nod given to Kiyron and his hand extended to his former wildcard, a sight for sore eyes.

“That it has,” his grin reaffirmed broadly, “still kicking, damn good to see you.” the Jedi Master breathed out that relief in seeing one friend back from the dead, and in that breath a calmness began to settle over him. Fading at the edges, black ops uniform still torn, still intoxicated, but the next glass that touched the bar wasn’t so heavy, as if some of the alcohol had gone with it. Kei hated drinking, well this much anyway, today was for her though.

The Jedi often got messages from former wildcards dotted around, those that had left the unit, stayed with the republic, or moved on since, former families that were part of the wildcards. He’d made more than a few personal trips to help them when they’d needed it, they were much like a large family. Taking a brush from the bartender he tidied up the shattered glass, and passed it back over, but even paying for the broken mess, the bartender’s mood didn’t improve much.

“What brings you here?” Kei said, propping himself back up, “on me,” he called to the bartender and signaled to Kiyron, while Fyor offered an unusually reserved tip of his own glass to a newcomer. " 'Old squad will be happy to hear," that Kiyron had made it, however long it had been every name was remembered. One more glass added to the tower beside him, a memorial of his own.

Spoiler

We can skip fyor in the order, he’s here as background fluff and a pilot, ill post with him time to time.

[member="Kiyron"]

 

[Kiyron]

[member="Kei Amadis"]

Kiyron grabbed the man's hand and shook it. Confident, but not crushing. Not weak either. The proper handshake, one from someone trained to kill and destroy, but always with precision. He grinned back and leaned back on the stool.

"Yeah, not been the same without you." He gestured to the bartender. No alcohol. Not tonight anyways. "Just water, thank you." There were too many things that could go wrong, even with all the exits marked out. While he had done a lot of work on keeping a low profile on the galactic scene, he had no doubt there were still One Sith spies and agents who knew of him and about him who could recognize him. It was too public to make a scene about it here, but things could change in a heart-beat. Always good to be cautious.

He scanned the patrons of the club, studying them, paying attention to those who didn't look threatening. Those were the ones to be wary of. They probably had weapons hidden somewhere. He did too, of course. But he wasn't going to murder somebody in a club. Unless they started it. He turned back to Kei.

"I heard you were out and about again this way," He leaned against the bar, "Thought I'd come find you." He nudged he rifle and pointedly studied the distressed uniform, ignoring the tower of glasses. "Didn't expect to find you in what looks like such troubled shape." He gave a nod to Fyor in return. "What's the problem?"

 

[Kei Amadis]

“Lost a friend, good one, found her last location,” Kei offered over the datapad to Kiyron. It plotted a series of courses through Sith patrols to Tython, right into the lions den. Both men seemed to at odds on her fate, Fyor believed her alive and Kei dead. Kei was going into recover her body, and Fyor to recover her. "Force knows why she ran off alone there."

“Chance and fate willing a week from now we’ll have apprehended her captors and you’ll be asking her yourself.” Fyor remarked admiring his own glass, then necking back a shot, unlike Kei Fyor lived in bars. It was why no Master had ever been able to train him, his reliance on substances, drugs you name it, and recently it seemed to have got worse because the shot barely did anything for him.

At this point Kei was having to breath out his emotions, letting them go into the room, and wanted to help Fyor, he was clearly having trouble coming to terms with Nato’s death. “We’ll get them Fyor, and bring them home for trial.” Rubbing his temples, the splitting headache running through Kei wasn’t just due to the drink, someone had done a number on him in the last fight, pulling at pieces of the Jedi.

“How’s life treating you? Still serving?” Keeping it vague so he didn't expose any cover Kiyron had. Some banter would be welcome, and catching up with Kiyron was like old times, a good distraction for the trip ahead.

[member="Kiyron"]​

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Some yelling then burst out of one of the many backrooms in this establishment, then there was blaster fire. After about 30 seconds it stopped. A woman wearing mandalorian armor with scorch marks on it walked out. She did not say a word. The few people brave enough to enter into the room, saw 3 dead bodies. Kalyn didn't like killing people, but she saw it as a necessity sometimes, though she would much rather solve disputes in a more "peaceful" (by mandalorian standards at least) means. She walked through the crowd, not saying a word to anyone, and subsequently sat down at the bar. She sat there for a minute or two, and then ordered a drink. She ordered a whisky, and just sat there, not speaking to anyone.

 

[Kiyron]

[member="Kei Amadis"]

Kiyron leaned forward and studied the datapad, running across the information. Clever. Madness for two people alone, especially two Jedi. They'd stick out like a flame in a dark room. Literally, he realized. It'd be insane to go on this mission with just the two of them. The different thought processes were also striking. One appeared to think she was dead and the other presumed she was alive, so they were going in with different approaches. On Tython too. That would be a rough. He'd never been there, but he had heard it was a strange planet. Birthplace of the Jedi Order, apparently, and according to some histories, the Sith order as well. He tapped the counter with his fingers.

"Hate it when that happens," He said after a moment, grabbing the water. "Yeah. Been doing all sorts of things." Intelligence work. Black ops. Normal SpecOps. Light infantry commander. Always with his trusty sniper rifle, just to keep thinks under control. He leaned towards him. "You'll need someone who isn't a Jedi." He gestured to his backpack. "I've got my basic gear. Let me help you. "

He stopped as blaster-fire rang out in one of the back rooms, hand lunging for his blaster pistol inside his coat, twisting and beginning to drop low. A Mandalorian. That would make sense. He retook his seat, but kept his hand near the blaster pistol. "She looks in as much trouble as you. Maybe take her along too."

[member="Kalyn Skirata"]

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Kalyn overheard bits and pieces of Kiyron's conversation, and she didnt have anything better to do, so she might as well go with them to wherever they needed to go.
"Hey you, i coudlnt help but overhear...." She said to Kiyron "Ill go with you, we can discuss details here, this is my kind of work" She had been her way around the galaxy, and could take out practically any target, and she had the weapons to do it, her ship conatined a varied arsenal. She gave the two men her comm frequency and sat near them, ready for pretty much anything.

[member=Kiyron] [member=kei amadis]

 

[Kei Amadis]

Gunfire, while Fyor didn’t flinch at all, at home in bars that was less than reputable, Kei looked up ready to move but the bartender shook his head, and bid him to sit, security were already taking care of any remaining problem, like so many bars they just swept it under the rug. Music soon started back up as if the shots were just the intro to the next song.

He half wanted to shake both their hands again, the Epicanthix wasn’t stupid, a stranger walking up to sign up for this kind of mission, could just as easily be a bounty hunter for him, but he was also against the odds and needed help to pull this off. “ ' know Tython well.” It was where he had started his Jedi training before its corruption, he’d not been back since the alterations, but he realised, “ ’ can’t guarantee anything on this one.” Kei said to all three of them. He knew when Fyor had made up his mind and Kiyron likely too but the new lady, he couldn’t ask anyone to go, it was strictly volunteer.

Rolling his neck around to ease out the tension, “chances are we are not all coming back,” Kei admitted, scratching his stubbled chin and putting his datapad away, that was if the wildcard’s intel even got them past Sith patrols, so many ifs. He pulled out a credit stick, the Jedi wasn't rich by any means but he had some credits to his name for the stranger.

Fyor necked back another shot, bought half the remaining bottle, and stood up. "The odds can be moderated in our favor with a calculated approach and careful use of hyperspace decoys." While fyor filled another shot glass. Kei looked back at him, and nodded, thankfully Fyor had a plan to cook up some fancy tech ready to give them an edge, that was his thing.

"Sure you both want in?" A very serious look was in his eyes, there was no shame at all in declining this one.

[member="Kalyn Skirata"] | [member="Kiyron"]​

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Kalyn agreed to the mission. She had nothing better to do, since she had just killed her contacts for the mission she was just on, over pay disputes. She didn't care about pay either, she just wanted to test her skills on sith, she knew her armor would protect her well, but it couldn't hold forever, and she really shouldn't risk a direct duel with a sith, but she knew multiple combat roles and could still help out. She had her own transportation, she explained all she needed was the astrogation maps to put into her droid, which she called over., he was sitting taking a kind of "nap" though not in the organic sense of the term.

[member=kei amadis] [member=kiyron]

 

[Saff]

Ebony didn't like spy jobs, she didn't like many jobs, at least the kinds that made people not very happy with her, she wasn't a fan of angering people. Never turned out well for her. However, here she was, sitting, upside down, from the roof of a lively bar where shots just rang out, her magnetised legs of her black latex suit holding her firm in her cross legged position, she was sent to hunt after some jedi or something republic like, a little job set up by her boyfriend [member="Vaulkhar"] so her Ebony sat, tapping away at her wrist mounted computer, her Lightsaber dangling from her hip and then the comms finally broke in and she could overhear the conversation of the trio. Her smile came back, she was sure that her client wouldn't mind her having some fun on the side of the mission, whatever the hell it was.

"Mind if i tag along" Ebony giggled into the comms of the group, her hacking taking the reigns.

[member="Kalyn Skirata"] [member="Kei Amadis"] [member="Kiyron"]

 

[Kiyron]

[member="Kei Amadis"]

Kiyron nodded slowly, calculating things. Tython. He was pretty sure he'd been there once, right when he first joined up with the Republic. That was a long time ago, to be sure. If he remembered right, that was where he had met Kei and gotten military training with the Wildcards. It would undoubtedly be different by this time though. The Sith had controlled it for a long time. It would be a challenge. He smiled at that. That would be exciting, like back on Kelchase again. Hopefully his reconnaissance skills hadn't withered while he was doing normal warfare. It was time to become a ghost again.

He raised his glass and drained the rest of it. "For a friend? Why not? I'll be doing this sort of thing when I go back anyways."

But this new person was interesting. Mandalorian. Interesting enough. His comlink beeped, but he ignored it. He was on leave and nobody had his details other than with the Republic military. No need to hear from them. if he got in trouble for it, well, then he'd say something had felt wrong and he hadn't answered it for security reasons. That always seemed to work well enough.

[member="Ebony Blackheart"] [member="Kalyn Skirata"]

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Kalyn's Comm went off simultaneously to Kiyron's, she normally answers calls on this frequency, so she picked up. A message came out, she had no idea who it was, so she asked R7 to run it through a few databases, it turned up nothing.
"Have you tried the sith databases" She asked.
The droid responded with a resounding no, well whoever left a message wasn't in the civilian databases. She asked R7 to attempt to trace the call, which the droid said that it would take 12 hours.
"Okay, i know we are going into the sith belly of the beast here, but i need to know the risks, what is our risk of encountering a sith while looking for your friend. And in what area are we looking, i could dispatch some preliminary probe droids, try to at-least get a hint on where your friend may be." Probe droids weren't that expensive, especially old ones, go to any recycling facility, and they practically let you take them, all she had to do was patch them up, which wasn't hard for her. She took another sip of her drink as she relaxed, as she probably wouldn't get much of it for the next couple of days.

[member=kiyron] [member=kei amadis] [member=ebony blackheart]

 

[Saff]

Ebony pouted, she wasn't a fan of the being ignored, so she decided upon the more upfront approach, she dropped down. Directly into the bar, which unsurprisingly caught the attention of many as the attractive girl strode past the onlooking patrons, her black leather suit reflecting the lights well. Ebony was no stranger to the reactions as she walked up to the trio and stopped by them with a smile, "I could get you onto Tython" she said with a smile, her hands clasped behind her back as she rocked lightly on her heels.

[member="Kalyn Skirata"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Kei Amadis"]

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Kalyn was suprised by the woman showing up, and motioned r7 to stop tracing the call. She was confused, and somewhat angry, how did this random person who just walked into the bar know what we were talking about. Then it hit her, she forced all of their comms on, and fed them directly to her. She was suprised, as doing that remotely took a bit of skill. But she went on to more pressing matters.
"And how do you plan to do that." She responded. It was something about her seemed off, it wasn't anything specific, she just seemed off.

[member="Ebony Blackheart"] @Kiyron @Kei Amadis

 

[Saff]

Ebony giggled, "i've been paid to spy on you guys" She smiled at the group, a grin on her lips mirroring her usual personality the mandalorian was onto her and Ebony knew it from the get go, so no point hiding anything, "Don't worry, i'm not here to kill you or fight with you, or even really give what i found out to anyone. I'm just here because the guy that paid me didn't like the idea of a jedi with revenge plots" Ebony continued in her girlish giggle and with a tilt of her head, letting her long raven black hair drip down her side. "Right right, how i can help you? My boyfriend's a sith, hate their type, but love the guy, you want in and out of a sith planet, i got you covered" Ebony commented with a cute smile to top it off.

[member="Kalyn Skirata"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Kei Amadis"]

 

[Kei Amadis]

Pulling his collar up, Kei settled the glass on the bar paying the tab, thanking [member="Kiyron"] with a firm nod, “Owe you one.” Fyor bid everyone farewell and headed toward the ship to make preparations, or get them out of here in a hurry, however the meeting went from here. Kei couldn’t much afford to be picky in exactly what help he took on, but still bringing along someone spying on him, didn’t sound the smartest move, how to handle it then? Here’s twenty thousand, the Epicanthix passed over a credit stick to [member="Ebony Blackheart"], “tell them I didn’t make it.”

To [member="Kalyn Skirata"] he answered clearly, hiding nothing. “Chances of meeting Sith on Tython are high, if we do, I will handle it. Don’t know who has the body we are looking for, just know where it is.” He considered her offer of probe droids, could come in handy, “load them on the ship, we’ll fire them when we are past the patrols.” He had several cred sticks on him, his funds and a small loan from the temple, the Jedi held them up to show he was going to cover them the best he could, and pay for their help.

“Not about money or revenge, its about bringing friends back. These will get you home if anything happens.” He’d pass them out later on the way, and so pocketed them for now.

[member="Ebony Blackheart"] | [member="Kalyn Skirata"] | [member="Kiyron"]​

Spoiler

Don't mind a loose posting order but give everyone chance to post if you can thanks.

 

[Saff]

Ebony sighed, jedi were stubborn, and drunk jedi were immovable, however, she wasn't done here. "Look mister jedi, i'm not here to do damage, the man keeping tabs is sith, sith hate sith, they tend to have civil wars between each other for that same reason. I'm just offering you a simple and bloodless way onto Tython, if it means you guys keep me chained up on the way there that's fine. I don't like this whole losing someone thing, i'd help without the money" Ebony said, pushing the credits back to [member="Kei Amadis"] with a tilt of her head and smile.

"I mean, what would you rather? That i follow you there? Or i go with you?" She finished saying with another smile.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

[member=kei amadis]
She had weapons for almost any situation, though obviously she couldn't have all of them at once, obviously. but she did know of a few anti FU weapons., and her armor, was made of beskar, very resistant to lightsaers, but not invulnerable.
"While i probably should avoid combat with a sith, i can still hold my own, especially with sonic pistols." She said.
SSonic pistols worked very simmilar to blasters, but used sound instead of blaster bolts, and went through lightsabers with slightly reduced, but lethal results. They also have a nonlethal mode, which is effective at completly destroying the focus of whoever it hits.

[member=ebony blackheart]
Kalyn ha her own ship, and she had a thing against going to planets with strangers that randomly come up and say they are spying on people, but it would be nice if she could get landing codes and security passes.
"I have my own ship, so if i could get the landing codes and security passes that would be nice, because i tend not to leave my ship behind, it is my home, which can be stolen, along with all of my posessions, so i would much rather have it on the same planet as me, no offense." She said

Kalyn was a snarky person, she had a dry sense of humor, and it ended up with mixed results.

[member=kiyron]