Jacks Bar 'n' Grill!

[RC 212]

[member="Saoirse Reyes"] [member="David Hoxt"] [member="Daak Dakaara"]

Locale: Nar Shaada

Jacks Bar 'n' Grill.

There it was, the sign was labelled clearly over the door. Using heat funds he'd acquired from raids in the outer rim he'd finally got around to buying out the place. It was a hole in the wall, but it had all kinds of delights within. On the far side near the door was Pazzak tables, closer in old wooden seats and tables. The bar itself was a half circle that cut the space.

He hadn't gotten around to constructing an entertainment stage but that was next. Two kids, Drexellis and Carth were in the back grilling burgers, and Jack was out front soaking it all in.

From his vantage point he could see pretty much everything going down. His armor and shotgun were stashed beneath the main bar and he was serving drinks and slingin credits.

"Oy Jackie boy, another Bantha burger and ale please!" One Rodian roared.

Jack smiled. The first smile he'd broken in a while and nodded, pointing his index finger right at the alien.

"I got you Scully, this ones not on the house though!"

The real reason he got this place was as a recruiting ground. Since the fall of the Cartel and the Black Suns, thereafter the CIS and all manner of faction all of this space was prime pickings. Scum and villainy were all concentrated in a single area running piecemeal jobs and working for local Hutts and the like.

Jack figured he change that. They'd work for themselves, and build a network from the ground up. After all isn't that why criminals lived? To make money and self govern?

Anyhow, several people had caught his attention in the local grapevine, so he'd invited them in, as well as anyone else who wanted a drink or a chat, to enjoy the evening festivities!

 

[Daak Dakaara]

Daak had been unceremoniously kicked off of the transport. He had been headed further central to the inner rim, but when the pilot had learned about Daak stowing away on-board without a ticket, he'd redirected to Nar Shadaa. Sure, they had gotten the satisfaction of tossing him onto the space-port landing pad. Maybe the sound of him crashing into the loading barrels had given them a sense of pleasure as well. But the pirate was an opportunist, and as they had grappled him and flung him from the transport, his fingers had lifted their credit chits from their pockets.

As he recovered in the wake of the transports renewed take-off, he pulled the chits from his sleeve pocket to count them.

"Two-eighty... think I might find myself a card table." Nar Shadaa had sheltered him many times before. There were a couple individuals he figured he'd be best avoiding, so he started down the streets to a cantina he was fairly certain wasn't hostile towards him.

His walk through the crowded, grimy walkways, Daak reminisced on his recent adventures. The Black Tie Syndicate hadn't been anything he had expected. He'd hoped for professionals, or at the least greedy criminals. Instead, it was a bunch of socialites playing crime-spree in their down-time. It was something he couldn't wrap his head around. All these dandies, with more money than sense, going around playing some sort of game with their overcompensating suits of armor. It wasn't something he ever wanted to be a part of again. Somehow, he was going to have to find some degenerates who wanted to earn a real, dishonest living. THAT was the dream.

As he rounded the last bend he was stopped in his tracks. The old hold-out he'd remembered was replaced by something new.

"Jack's Bar 'n' Grill..." he mumbled, a bit taken aback. What had happened to the grimy hole he'd come to tolerate. The Bothan groaned a bit under his breath. Change was annoying, but he'd walked this far, and had credits to spend. Maybe someone within would even have a bit of work.

As he entered he noticed the Pazaak tables nearby, and his ears twitched with anticipation. They were empty, for now, but it was still early in the day. He ran a hand affectionately across the wooden surface of one. "Soon, mah love. For now, I have another mistress to call on." Daak made his way to the bar, then, and got the attention of the barkeep.

"[member="Jack Raxis"] is it? If you have an ale, I'll take a tall, and if you have whiskey, I'll take a double, and if you have work, I'll take a quote."

 

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[member="Daak Dakaara"]

Jack looked up and locked eyes with the newcomer. A strange alien guy, maybe Bothan? He couldn't tell. No one knew all the species, except maybe the Archivists at some Jedi temple. Ugh the thought made him shudder, all the regalle and grace and they still were fettered in the chains of some dumb code.

"Aye we got that."

From behind him he snatched a crystal glass and a bottle, pouring his new customer some o' that sweet whiskey. Next came the mug, and the ale, and finally he shoved thme towards the patron.

"Yeah I'd be Jack. Also known as Jor Kel round these parts. That'll be fifteen credits if you please. Unless you got something else to trade."

The job, that was a fish in a barrel, there was plenty of work to be done around here, and plenty about to come up. Jack had spent some time here, and started his career as a criminal from here, so he knew every spot and every hookup.

"What exactly ya looking for? We gott Hutt lords, we got gangs, the local bounty office. However, if your looking for some self employed work I might have some...... things happening soon. What might your name be by the way?"

 

[Daak Dakaara]

[member="Jack Raxis"]

Daak took the whiskey down and followed it with a quaff of his ale, not bothering to taste either. He'd learned long ago not to expect the drink in a place like this to taste anything different than soot and feet, so long as it got you appropriately buggered. Only after his ale was half gone did he toss his credits on the bar.

The barkeep seemed honest enough, even eager to have someone interest in some work in his establishment. Daak might not have been the best brawler, or the greatest shot, but he could read humans. They wore their emotions on their sleeves, and few seemed to understand at all the intricacies of Bothan communication. At this point, it was reflex to see how much he could exploit out of a chance encounter.

"I've always been a supporter of private enterprise," Daak grinned, lifting his mug back to his lips. "If things are happening soon, means you likely needed to plan them previously. And if you've planned them previously, it means you have an idea of what you're needing, now." He took another drag of the ale and set it back to the counter, foam dripping from his furry maw. "So tell me, [member="Jack Raxis"], Jor Kel, or whatever you might call yerself. What is this 'self-employed work' you may or may not be havin for me?"

 

[Fexa Keis]

Fexa saw a nice little bar, she needed a drink and something to eat. She walked in and saw a few people in there already, the atmosphere was nice, well what she thought. Everybody seemed so calm, she took a seat. "Excuse me sir?" She asked "can I have two shots of tequila and some 'Super Hot Hot Wings' "
Fexa was expecting someone there.

[member="Daak Dakaara"]
[member="Jack Raxis"]
[member="Jakkor Kess"]

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Jakkor arrived at the bar in matter of hours. He sensed someone summon him and he answered the call. The Tusken walked in and saw[member="Fexa Keis"] sitting at the bar. The place almost seemed like it was the Mos Eisley cantina of his homeplanet,but jakkor assumed all bars were probably like that. He sat in the seat next to her. He spoke in a inquisitive tone. "You called for me. Here I am. Now may I ask why Especially in a bar." He also saw a Bothan and a few other people but paid no heed to them. He wanted to know why he was here.

[member="Daak Dakaara"][member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Fexa Keis]

"Hey, I needed you here because I'm hungry heh, but I need you because I wanted to ask you if you would endorse my everything you need stand, because I haven't been getting a lot of sales and I figured a famous Jedi like you would help me get those sales up, so whaddya say, will you do it?" She asked in an upbeat tone, she was hoping he would say yes but there was about a 50/50 chance so she wasn't getting her hopes too high.

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Jakkor couldn't believe what he was hearing. He raised an eyebrow underneath his mask. He speaks in a slightly irritated tone. Clearly a bit unhappy on how he was summoned. "So... your telling me... you brought me out of more important things for what, some advertisement for your shop. Is that it eh Fexa." He sighed as he facepalmed himself at hearing the idea. He assumed he was coming here for more important business. He knew that at the end of the day after hearing this and coming here for nothing. He might need a drink.



[member="Fexa Keis"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Daak Dakaara"]

 

[Fexa Keis]

"Heh, yeah, But... Also my ship broke down... And I don't have enough credits to fix it." Fexa replied looking down, "that's why, I need your endorsement..." She looked back up and slightly smiled.

[member="Jakkor Kess"][member="Daak Dakaara"][member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Jakkor laid his head down on the table. Knowing it really couldn't get much worse than this he replies. "I can give you some spare parts from my Eta 2. On the other hand I'll think about this....endorsement..you have offered to me. He said in a defeated tone.

[member="Fexa Keis"] [member="Daak Dakaara"] [member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Fexa Keis]

"Thanks, should I stay or should I go?" she asked, waiting for her food. When it came up she gobbled it all down.


[member="Jakkor Kess"]

 

[Jakkor Kess]

He replies with a calm tone. "That is entirely up to you Fexa. Either way I go or stay with you." He watched her and sat patiently waiting for her answer.

[member="Fexa Keis"]

 

[Fexa Keis]

"I'll go with you to get the Eta parts." Fexa replied, as she called out, "check please!

[member="Jakkor Kess"]

 

[Jakkor Kess]

He got up from his stool and made his way towards the entrance. He walks outside ignoring stares he received from the paetrons of the bar. He raises his hood of his cloak as he wait's for [member="Fexa Keis"] to finish up and come with him to his starfighter.

 

[Daak Dakaara]

Dark took a moment to collect himself. He shook his head and blinked his eyes as if he'd just come out of a day dream. He looked up at [member="Jack Raxis"] and mumbled, "we'll, that was random," as the two strangers got up and left the bar.

 

[Fexa Keis]

Fexa got up and followed [member="Jakkor Kess"] to his starfighter and quickly entered. OOC: We Should Make A Seperate Thread For Your Ship Right?

 

[Jakkor Kess]

OOC: Yes we should since it will be you and me.

[member="Fexa Keis"]

 

[Fexa Keis]

[member="Jakkor Kess"]

OOC: Okay u can create

 

[Xzara Vox]

Xzara loved Nar Shadda, she loved urban planets in general. Here was where people gathered in melting pots of ethnic backgrounds, cultures, and ways of life. The history was so rich, you could spend weeks researching one block. Nar Shadda was also where Xzara discovered some of her best artifacts. Right now though, she was looking for work. She wanted a break from excavating dry dessert planets, she missed the adventure she once took part in. And what better way to find work than the local bar scene. Here, with a little help from alcohol, people were more likely to talk.

Xzara wandered down the streets, she stopped when she saw what looked like a new establishment, "Jack's Bar & Grill, haven't been here before.."

She wandered inside and made her way to the bar. "One syrspirt please," she asked the bartender.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Xzara Vox"] [member="Daak Dakaara"]

"Yep, sure was random."

A Tusken Raider out here? Jack had ran with quite a few on Tatooine, retracing the steps of his mother and friends out there, but never here. And then there was the girl, obviously Jedi, and then....

Another one he'd met on Tatooine, if for just a brief time, whose signature radiated wild and uncontrolled. She felt like a child smashing through a china shop. He chuckled slightly and poured her glass, sending it across the wood with a little shove. The force swirled around his being, collecting into his body and with a little focus he nudged her mind gently.

"Yeah work, sorry bout that." He said, hanging his thumbs in his belt.

"I'm actually looking for to start a little crew. Small time at first, but progressively larger. All the gangs and Hutt lords from here to Kessel got a cut of the high action. I'm wagering you know what I'm talking about. smuggling and the like. I've been running these parts for a decade and never seen the docking fees, fuel fees and sin tax this high ever."

Jack reached behind him, pulling another bottle from the shelf and pouring some fine Correllian whiskey into two cups for them, and then one for himself.

"This ones on the house."

He pushed them across the table and continued.

"I'd reckon it's time for ordinary lowlifes and criminals to run the show. If we're gonna do the jobs, we're gonna make our own profits. With enough folks we could consolidate underworld territories and establish links between them. One large network where everything is regulated by a jury of your peers. The only problem is these folks wanna hold onto their credits and their positions of power while the rest of us flounder in the bottom of the cargo hold."

Jack slammed back his drink, pouring another.

"So naturally the solution is to........ well, eliminate said people. That's step one."