Gangster Recruitment

[Nik Bonvor]

He sat at the bar stool, cigarette in mouth. He could not stop feeling a little bit paranoid when he saw the bartender glance over to him for about the five hundredth time. The only light in the entire cantina was in the middle of the bar and was flickering on and off, over and over again. He sighed and removed his cigarette placing it into the ash tray and pulled out several credits. "I need your best whiskey" The bartender immediately shot into action, grabbing a mug and filling it to the top with what looked like very expensive whiskey. "Five credits" The bartender replied and then Nik threw ten credits onto the table. "Keep the change, I just want a drink" Nik said, grabbing the mug and taking a giant sip. He had sent out a request for anyone willing to risk their freedom to join his gang and make A LOT of credits, or that is at least what Nik had hoped for. Nik took off his hat, setting it on the counter of the bar, it was extremely hot but this was Tattoine. He took another sip of the alcohol, waiting for anybody to enter this...if you could call this place a cantina.

 

[Waru]

Waru's emerald gaze scanned thoroughly through the dank air. The fangs of smoke which danced elatedly from patrons who were smoking were dismissed as a continuous stream of vapor spouted from gears that spun counter-clock wise on his shoulders. The crash of explosive foot-falls unearthed a myriad of timber as an exaggerated voice struck the awkward silence. It's origin suggested it was robotic, though vestiges of emotion lay coiled within the core of it's throat.
"Information is exchanged from person to person like a ransom. The guarded secrets can be pried from the mouth's of the most unresponsive citizen. Have you ever seen a skeleton wearing it's entrails like a scarf?" A harsh chuckle barreled from the end's of his chest as the air itself was not fed into his esophagus, rather it was drawn in from the vents on his chest and then filtered to supply his organs with oxygen.
He forced the bartender to the floor, the extendable DC-15 climbed together in synchronicity from within the sanctum of his face-plate, soon the plated metal would form the barrel which pointed directly at the hapless sod. A thin strand of green coalesced to form a dot at the base of his skull.
The cackling clamor of metal upon metal dominated their ambient surroundings, a set of robotic tendrils held the canon in it's place.
"WHERE IS TUGORO?!"
Tugoro Taidarious

Nik Bonvor

 

[Nik Bonvor]

He stared at the robot/cyborg or whatever you would call something like that. Of course, he would rather not be blown to pieces tonight but he did drank rather too many whiskeys. "Hey, you kill that bartender you ruin the day for everyone else!" If he was not intoxicated at the time, he would never say this. He watched the cyborg some more, perhaps if he could some how disable this thing(which was very unlikely) He could use it as scrap metal to sell. Who knows, he could even sell the whole cyborg.
[member="Waru"]

 

[Waru]

Exaggerated breaths originating from Waru's core muted the other noises around him, save the soft whimper the bartender gave in the hopes of mercy. "Death would be too gracious for this vagabond." He lifted the bartender into the air with his right hand, and then he forced him back onto the bar-stand.
He was not gentle.
Various bottles which had been neatly assorted shattered as the Rodian slammed into them. Blood seeped from his arms and legs which only received minor lacerations. He turned to Nik, thunderous foot-falls announced his displeasure..
With his face down-cast he looked at the criminal. The mundane emerald that he saw through his view port spun with activity... "Tell me.... How invested are you in this Rodians welfare? Would you be so selfless as to replace him!?"
Flared nostrils spouted a geyser of smoke into his face, his beady eyes shimmered with indignation as he awaited a response.

Nik Bonvor