Holy Diver.

[Broorn Sabor]

Meanwhile in a small noodle bar in Tattoine...

With a sigh, the Chiss threw back the shot glass, gulping down the burning whiskey inside with ease. Coughing slightly, he slowly placed the shot glass on the counter of the bar, slumping down in the small, filthy bar stool. Slowly glancing up, Broorn's eyes fell upon a simple droid behind the counter.

"'Scuse me...Could I place an order?" The Chiss said, his voice filled with regret and depression as he slowly slipped a single credit chip through the slot. Waiting patiently, he watched as the droid retrieved a filthy, uncleaned bowl from the kitchen, scooping up wet noodles from a small container, dropping them in the bowl before passing it through the slot.

Nodding in appreciation, he slowly lifted the fork he was provided, proceeding to eat his meal. The two seats to his right were left empty, and the only sound that was heard were the yelps of the Womp rats scurrying around. Rain fell from the dark sky, the mellow breeze blowing through the crowded Tattoine alleyways.

Taking another bite of the uncooked noodles, the man sighed, shaking his head. "W-w-why?" Was all he managed to blurt out, before placing his head on the counter, bursting into tears as the pathetic, broken man cried, unable to forgive himself for his past crimes, addictions, and misdeeds. "W-w-w-why!?" He barked, his cries simply ignored by the servant droid behind the counter, who went back to washing bowls and silverware.

[member="Strider Garon"]

[member="James Justice"]

[member="Kha'ro"]

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx sat in a small booth and watched as the Chiss cried. He chuckled. He didn't care why he was depressed or why he was here. He had one job: kill him. Recently Onyx was contacted by a unknown person who wanted this Chiss, [member="Broorn Sabor"] was the name, to die. Onyx read up on him a bit, getting a feel for the job of course. He was a bounty hunter. Had a decent reputation but was slipping. He was hired to take him down and now he had him.

Standing he slowly he made his way to an empty seat beside the man and ordered a drink. As the drink was placed in front of him he eyed the man and smirked. He just had to wait for the right moment.

 

[Kha'ro Ottosuki]

Kha'ro finished some noodles, feeling sorry for the tearful man. He sensed regret. Great regret. But what did he regret? Kha'ro took a sip of his drink. It would refresh him. Now he had to do something. He began trying to, at least slightly, calm the man using the force. As another person sat next to the man filled with regret, Kha'ro sensed murderous intentions from him. He watched the area. He had to be ready to stop any commotion. He had to do the right thing. It's what his master would tell him to do. He was a jedi, he had to act like one!

[member="Broorn Sabor"]

[member="The Onyx"]

 

[James Justice]

James ducked into the filthy shop. Tatoowine seemed to hold a lot of activities for him these days, especially since he was used to scrumping about the galaxy stealing, fighting, and generally breaking the law at every possible turn. But he had reasons--he always had reasons. Despite the lackadaisical, care-free vainer he had always kept plastered across his face, the playboy criminal and secret philanthropist genuinely cared about people and had a reason for all of his madness.

He waltzed into the low-end noodle shop and took a seat at the counter, "Ye strongest drink, please," he said tossing few credits into the slot.

When his drink was served up, James took a long sip and let out a puff of smoke from his cigarette. The drink was disgusting and low-end. But it would do. There were various patrons of varrying levels of illegality. One had his face sunk to the bar, covering its filthy surface with his tears. James felt a twinge of pity as he fished out a credit, "Another for me mate here."

[member="Kha'ro"]
[member="The Onyx"]
[member="Broorn Sabor"]
[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Broorn Sabor]

He slowly glanced up as [member="James Justice"] took a seat, tears streaming down his face. "No thanks. I've done some things. Things I regret..." He said with a hint of sorrow. Clearing his throat, he nodded at James. "The name is Sabor. Mind if I bum a smoke?" He asked, once again placing his head on the counter, bursting into tears. "Dammit..." He muttered to himself, slowly lifting his head once again.

"Thanks for stoppin' by. I haven't had a conversation in a long time, man."

(Sorry for the short post.)

[member="Kha'ro"]

[member="The Onyx"]

 

[James Justice]

James nodded. Inside he felt himself dying of compassion to see someone waste their life away like this. He offered the man a cigarette with a smile.

"No worries, mate," he said lighting the end. "If ye be wanting conversation, believe me I am the right mate for ye," he billowed out a thick could of tobacco smoke himself, letting it fog the air up.

He loved the way it felt on his skin, as well as in his lungs. A nearby bum reached out with filthy fingers for a smoke. James shook his head and sighed, giving him his friend's undrunk and unwanted drink. Sometimes the plight of humanity was more than he could bare. Rubbing his chin, the spacer looked back to his new blue friend--blue in more ways than one, 'Mate, the name is Justice--Captain James Justice. Who be ye? And what brings ye to the bottom of ye rope like this?"

[member="Broorn Sabor"]
[member="Kha'ro"]
[member="The Onyx"]

 

[Kha'ro Ottosuki]

Kha'ro observed from a distance. He enjoyed witnessing people making friends on the spot. It was a skill he didn't have. They seemed to be concerned as Kha'ro was, and so he smiled. He took another gulp of his drink before sensing something... The person who was talking to the regretful man felt force-sensitive. Being but a padawan, Kha'ro couldn't be sure, but he was still interested. He took out some bread he had grabbed a while ago and ate it. Some of the smoke had traveled all the way to him, and he let out a small cough. In that small moment where he coughed, his consentration slipped. He stopped concealing his force signature for a second. Swiftly focusing on it again, he became worried. Any force sensitive, light or dark, could've noticed him. He couldn't let that happen again, he would have to train more later.

[member="Broorn Sabor"] [member="James Justice"] [member="The Onyx"]

 

[Broorn Sabor]

[member="James Justice"]

Nodding slowly, he brought the fresh cigarette to his lips, drawing in a cloud of smoke. Exhaling a few moments later, he looked to James. "All my life...I've been killin'...stealin'...Doing things I shouldn't have done. I can't take it anymore, man." He said, tears rolling down his cheeks as he calmly puffed on the cigarette, shaking his head in despair. "It's awful, man. T-t-there was this kid...He was a Jedi...A-a-and I...I-I-I...", The man went silent, placing his head on the counter once again, his mutters now unintelligible gibberish.

 

[James Justice]

James felt his heart wrench as the man--if he could call someone in this state that--began sobbing again. His heart went out to the man. He knew what regret felt like. Many nights he had things like that come to him like waves. What else could he do except just press on?

Patting Broorn's shoulder he looked over at the kid who had wheezed. Yep, kid was right. He looked maybe 18 at the most and had the smell of Jedi on him. Shaking his head James gave him a look that was easy to read: poor, naive child. The galaxy was big. Too big. Their idealistic principles rarely took that into account, leaving may hungry and at his mercy. James' mercy to take care of. But he was just a boy and they were indoctrinating him. James sighed. It was bad business.

"Tis alright mate, tis alright," James said slapping Broon's shoulder, "ye just let it out. I'mma tell ye the truth. We all done things we shouldn't have. And we shun't let others," he shot the Jedi-child a look, "judge us for it. We cain't let it define us. We push on, make amends. We fix it and if we cain't we do the best we can in their memory," The spacer let out another thick wreath of smoke.

[member="Broorn Sabor"]
[member="Kha'ro"]

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx listened to the men as they spoke to each other. He found it hard holding back his laughter at the man who was wallowing in his self-pity. He took a massive gulp of his drink and turned to the man and patted him on the back. "Sorry to hear your misfortunes," he said darkly. The lighting, as he hoped it would, made his cybernetic chin shine and the wires in his cheeks fluster. As he always saw it, fear was his greatest weapon. "Jedi are overrated anyways."

Before anyone could speak he squeezed the man's shoulder and gave a dark smile before turning back to look down into his drink. He was waiting for the right moment to present itself. And when it did, he wouldn't hesitate.

[member="James Justice"]
[member="Broorn Sabor"]

 

[Kha'ro Ottosuki]

Kha'ro had slipped up too much. The man had noticed him. He didn't seem to have dark intentions, but Kha'ro would have to be on guard. The jedi grinded that into him. 'Don't become emotionally attatched', Kha'ro saw as 'don't fully trust anyone'. That confirms it. The man was a force-sensitive.

(sorry for the short post, not feeling creative atm.)

[member="The Onyx"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Broorn Sabor"]