Looking for love in Alderaan places.

[Elvenchild319]

"It was nothing, and thinking sometimes get you killed. When you start getting drunk, you do stupid things that could also get you killed." Instead of trying to play peacemaker with the maniac and the Sith, Cass sat back down along with Vykter and leaned back. Sometimes Casey's remarks sounded harsh, but she meant well. It was just her nature to be rough sometimes.

"Remind me to tip the barkeep heavily before we leave, he's gone through enough today."

[member="Vykter Orade"] [member="Edward Blake"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Izalek Wrabban"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos tok a look at the Mans' Pin. A smiley face ? Really? Mythos chuckled, then louder, slowly turning into an our right laugh while he stepped back, finally some common sense started seeping into his mind and the remark of the lady behind made made more than just a little sense. As impossible as it sounded, Even through his drunken Stupor, Mythos started to regain a small quantity of common sense that at this moment was more than justified. He paced back slowly, keeping his balance and surprisingly not falling on his ass.

"Son?" Mythos laughed as he sat in his stool, the stool he recently got up from and kicked another stool beside him to the side opening a space beside him and smacked it with his hand. "Barkeep" Mythos eyed the man who was now on edge because of the tension. "Whatever the man Drinks" Mythos slammed about a hundred credits on the bar stand and waved them off. "Is on me"

With that the tension in the room was brought down again, you could hear the clanking of guns and rifles but this time it was the sound of the patrons putting them away rather than readying them. It was a gradual sound, that shook up the silence with the usual chatter and loud yells that took the Bar yet again. Instead of ordering another Drink Mythos lighted an Illegal Deathstick which no one was smart enough to call him out on. No Smoking? Unless you are a Sith.

Slowly blowing smoke out of his mouth he spoke much more calmly to The Comedian. "Every Person who has called me Son, is dead." Mythos smiled warmly. "I hope you are the exception to that rule, i am tired of killing father figures" Leaving the Deathstick box open with one sticking out in case patron would like to take one, Mythos did not mind, as long as he was allowed to smoke, others were welcome to take one.

[member="Edward Blake"] [member="Casey Romarin"]​

 

[Vykter Orade]

"Well, don't we just make the perfect little merry band of asshats." Vykter blurted past a hastily swallowed sip of his drink. He glanced up half apologetically, hoping that the unscrupulous humor would thaw the mood even more as opposed to chilling it. When no retort was immediately forthcoming, he plowed on. "Now that we've all sufficiently threatened each other and we're all comfortably subdued given our surroundings, I'm Vykter." Reaching in front of Casey, towards the Sith who had yet to introduce himself, he took one of the death sticks from the open pack and lit it. Oh, sweet osik, that's good. I really need to get back out to lawless space to pick up a case of these. Blowing the acrid smoke up and away from any sensitive olfactory glands (or whatever a particular species used instead) he looked to Casey.

"Do you think we can all be friends? Two ship captains, a Sith and a Smiley faced commando, all with drinking problems to boot!" He chuckled into his drink before continuing. "Honestly, it's like one of those cheesy holonovels, the band of misfits!" Taking another drag of the death stick and meeting the glare of the bartender was the only thing he could do to keep himself from bursting into laughter. By now he had shelfed his momentary belief in the will of the Force. If this was its idea of helping him, it really spoke to a sickly sense of humor. Then again, maybe he shouldn't be so quick to pass judgement. He hadn't really gotten to know either of the newcomers.

The sudden buzz of his comlink drew his attention away from the shenanigans which he'd started. He checked the pad in his pocket and raised an eyebrow at the caller ID his ship's computer was displaying. The tag belonged to an old acquaintance of himself and Karrik, one whom they hadn't heard from on account of believing she was dead and buried. Might be a call worth taking. Smiling apologetically, he signaled to the rest of them that he would return momentarily..

 

[Edward Blake]

Eddie sensed the tension go down, heard the clicking of weapons being put back in holsters and patrons returning to conversations. Good. A civilian shootout was the last thing he needed. He was paid to kill soldiers, not civilians...well, at least during times of peace.

The Comedian pointed to his greying temples, addressing the Sith first.
"I'm at least double your age, kid. Show a bit of respect. And I'm not your kriffing dad. But thanks for the drink."
He called for the barkeep, yelling, "Barkeep! Get me a juma!"

Eddie was still wary of the Sith next to him, but his attention turned to the self proclaimed ship captain beside him.

"We just dodged a proverbial blaster bolt. That doesn't make us friends. I was just trying to stop a small war from happening here."

Blake cocked an eyebrow at the two smoking death sticks. They called them DEATH sticks for a reason. He was already dying a little more every day. He didn't need a substance that literally lowered his life expectancy. Well, at least anymore than rampant alcoholism and cigar chomping did.
Blake got the juma and poured it down his flask, which had grown empty in the course of this holonovella.

Rampant alcoholism indeed.

[member="Vykter Orade"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Casey Romarin"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos laughed and threw his head back shaking his hand to turn down another drink from the Barkeep, he new his limits and if he kept drinking he was going to end up in an Alley laying in a pool of his own vomit. "I like your thinking Vikter, Brotherhood and friendship is something so absent in the Sith i had begun to think it doesn't exist." He took the glass of Blue milk from the Barkeep and rose it up. "Cheers" taking a sip he had a perma grin that would just not fade. "And you don't look THAT old. Old Farts don't Have a sense of humor." He laughed nodding and stretching his back.

It had been a while since Mythos could just relax and let his emotional guard down, he came here drowned in heartbreak and in a sour, dark and depressing mood yet this 'merry band of asshats' had managed to cheer him up. "Aw common you can be my dad, i can send you the adoption papers, promise to Behave and do my homework" Mythos said in a joking tone. He would not admit it, but he kind of liked this guy, the kind to crack a joke and banter while slaughtering countless enemies. Made tough tense situation a bit less tense and Hysterical, that alone was a gift. So many of the Sith were tight asses and it really got on Mythos' nerves, no time for fun or even to make war itself fun. Mythos liked to battle, he liked to be in the heat of things and while there he liked to shoot One Liners. It was Natural to him, other Sith Frowned on it, Poer and Darkness and all that Mystical stuff got old real fast.

[member="Edward Blake"] [member="Vykter Orade"] [member="Casey Romarin"]

 

[Edward Blake]

Blake blew smoke from his cigar, enjoying the flavor before chuckling a bit at the Sith's sarcasm. At least he switched to a non alcoholic beverage. He was making an attempt to be somewhat civil. The kid was all right. He probably just had a rough day at work or some chit like that.

"Ha, ha. Very funny. I'll think about it.", he replied with sarcasm.

Kids. Damn. His scar was aching already, the phantom pain of that night, that woman who came in, pregnant...

No. He wasn't thinking about this now. Right now, he was taking a break, drinking, not on duty. Blake wasn't gonna think about...that...right now.

It was R&R time.

[member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Vykter Orade"] [member="Casey Romarin"]

 

[Elvenchild319]

Well, well, well..

Casey watched the men get along and sipped at her drink. Her nose wrinkled up at the smell of the deathsticks and gave a small silent sneeze. She didn't say anything, just chuckled at the comment on about trying to stop a small war.

"Friends? More like acquaintances for now. You're an exception Vikter."

I will never understand men, probably not even when I turn 400.

[member="Edward Blake"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Vykter Orade"]

 

[Vykter Orade]

Vyk re-entered the conversation to Casey's remark and gave a small head nod in recognition. He then turned to the two men (noting with approval that the Sith had not chosen to drink further spirits) and offered up a genuine smile as he patted Smiley on the back. "Indeed, you have saved us all from certain death!" He found that he actually kind of liked his black humor and bristley persona, reminded him of Karrik to an extent.

As for the Sith, he still couldn't place where he knew the man from but he knew for certain that he had seen him elsewhere on his travels. It would come to him, albeit probably twenty years from now when he didn't remember what he was remembering. Smiley was probably right though, just a bad day at the office. Do Sith have offices?

His thoughts of the conversation where interrupted as he remembered the call he had just been on. A job had come up, one that could prove to be most beneficial and lucrative. If he survived. Always if.

"Now here's a question for all of you." He paused to make sure he had their attention. "How much would it cost to put yourselves back in Certain Death's path?"

[member="Casey Romarin"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Edward Blake"]

 

[Mythos]

regaining his bearing Mythos chuckled at the comment [member="Vykter Orade"] made, truly it was different for him, it was handled another way, if it was a concept of money Mythos would have nevered bothered to be in the Sith, he had been wealthy the day he was born and was now wealthier than he ever was. Still his answer was not going to give that away yet it would not be a lie. "Just as long as i can fight and become stronger i really don't mind, I have been putting myself in the line of fire since day one" Mythos shrugged taking another puff of his deathstick and throwing the smoke up into the air as not to bother the lady friend who was visibly annoyed by the smoke.

"The lack of any actual wars to fight in makes the chance to actually get neck deep into some actual combat it's own reward at this point. For some reason beyond my understanding... there seems to be this non-aggression thing going on right now and it creeps me out to be honest." Mythos shook his head and shrugged, he figured there were some things that just did not make sense sometimes.


[member="Vykter Orade"] [member="Casey Romarin"] [member="Edward Blake"]

 

[Edward Blake]

Eddie acknowledged Vykter's offer with a slap on the back of his own, nearly knocking the man down.

"Depends. Who are we stealing from, killing, razing, or what?"

He may have been a mercenary, but he had base morals, a smidget of loyalty, and a certain...dislike...for most civilians and political figures.
But if the pay was good, Blake was willing to set those aside for a while.

"Call me the Comedian, by the way. I'm on duty right now, but I could go 'missing' for a couple of weeks and everyone would just assume I'm doing something above their clearance."

Damn. Cigar went out. Blake struggled to light it with his dead Zippo.
No dice. It was dead. Kaput. He angrily threw the metal lighter behind him, hitting a Rodian on the head.
Life struggles for him right there.

[member="Vykter Orade"] [member="Casey Romarin"] [member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Vykter Orade]

((I'll post my next bit once Casey has had a chance to respond. Just wanted to say thank you to all of you guys for making my first thread not only a 2-going-on-3 pager, but it's also listed as HOT!! Woot woot!!))

[member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Casey Romarin"] [member="Edward Blake"] [member="Izalek Wrabban"]

 

[Elvenchild319]

Casey's mind was slightly starting to be affected by the alcohol, but there was enough of it left to think things through.

"Something to shoot at, a fourth of the credits earned, and something to do sounds about right. It's been getting really boring around here." Casey, thought for a second before speaking up again.

"Whenever we do this job, before and after, I want y'all to call me Casca. I have a reputation under that name I sorta want to keep." Casey took out a lighter and handed it to the Comedian guy, assuming he wanted to relight his cigar.

[member="Vykter Orade"] [member="Edward Blake"] [member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos Blasted the End of the Comedians' Cigar with a Small Bolt of Force lightning and smiled. "The Comedian huh? It suits you perfectly pops." And hence his nickname from Mythos was Born. Ignoring the stares and mumbles from his use of the force Mythos was regaining his Baering every passing moment. "Hell if you guys need jobs i have an entire entourage of work in need of Massive amounts of Fire power, The Galaxy ain't at war but i sure as hell am, always." Drinking up his blue milk and ordering a refill he leaned back and flexed his muscles, the reason why he had come here in the first place was all but a mystery now, he tried not to remember, only remembering it was not as pleasant as the current company.

"I always need Guns, and i have enough to pay more than whatever your bosses is paying you " He said mater of factually, it was entirely true, HE didn't have the credits, but his associates in Muunilinst did, which was the same. He could still pay out of his own pocket, but he did not have to, pays to have friends who literally own Banks! "So if you ever find yourself out of things to shoot you can always hit me up"

Mythos was as much like the Viceroy he started to work for, he liked to push others to being their own work and it would all come around, it was and always would be good for business. "I am sure we can find work for the Elderly as well" He laughed jokingly blowing his finger that blasted the cigar like it was a gun.


[member="Casey Romarin"] [member="Vykter Orade"] [member="Edward Blake"]

 

[Vykter Orade]

Vykter looked to the Comedian first. "Nothing overly stimulating I don't think, and nothing directly involving any militaries. An old friend needs a hand moving some slightly-less-than-legally obtained equipment. Offered a good amount for a 4-way split and said it should be an easier run than Mr. Glowbat's blue milk there." He paused to take another drag of the stick before typing a few commands into his pad. He sent pings to the other three's comms with coordinates and a time. "If you're interested in taking a jaunt with me, my ship is parked in orbit. You two-" He indicated the Comedian and Sith. "-will have to take a shuttle to the station, but you can meet me there at that time tomorrow to discuss the particulars away from prying eyes."

He turned to "Casca" and raised an eyebrow. "If you're interested Girly, it couldn't hurt to have two ships. I don't ever expect things to go sideways but I am always prepared for it." He tossed back his last drink with a grin. "You never know when life will swoop in all turrets blazing." He pushed himself off of the stool and steadied himself on the Comedian as lightheadedness swept over him. He'd polished off those drinks pretty damn quickly. As he fought to steady himself he continued. "If I have to get up early to prep the ship I should probably call it a night at this point though."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the 500 credit chit he'd been thinking would have to last him the week. His stomach rumbled and he realised he'd never ordered the Alderaanian Buffalo Wings he'd wanted. He'd been about to pay off the poor bartender, but as he stared at the chit for a moment and processed just how tipsy he was at this point he decided food was no longer just an option. Shaking his head to clear it fully he looked around the little circle and raised the chit. "Better idea. Who wants to go find some food, sit in the corner and smash on it? All those in favor?"

 

[Edward Blake]

Blake pocketed the lighter given to him, giving 'Casca' his toothiest smile. That lightening show was cool, a little overkill, but still cool. Grumbling at the pops comment from Mythos, he shook his head and said to all of them.

"Credits are credits. I ain't cheap, but I do a damn good job."

He turned to Vykter first.

"I'll show up and if I like the job, I'll do it."

The Comedian then addressed the Sith.

"As long as I ain't gunning for the Reps, I'll sack a couple of cities. And don't call me pops."

Eddie raised his hand in response to the call for food.
He was always hungry.

[member="Vykter Orade"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Casey Romarin"]

 

[Mythos]

"Food? I thought you'd never ask!" Mythos chuckled when he suddenly felt the very cool sting of a blaster rifle against his temple.

"You are under arrest... Sith Scum" The Man who said the words had about 7 other Law enforcement officers that no doubt came when they had heard about someone shooting up Sith lightning and dressed in black robes.
You know? For a Sith Assassin Mythos was never the most Subtle guy, perhaps it might have been had Alcohol. Now the Wooziness of it had dissipated but the damage was done, he stood out like a sore thumb.

Great... Law enforcement... Mythos sighed but then smiled as he knew exactly how to deal with such trivialities without shedding a single drop of blood. Muttering a few words and hand gestures ancient as time, the 7 Officers found 7 Red Lightsabers under their necks that were as real as the Sweat dripping from their foreheads. The Main officer that held Mythos at gun point suddenly realized that this... was a really bad idea.

Mythos turned around with the blaster now pressed at his forehead and chuckled when he noticed that it was trembling slightly, not a surprise when you had 7 black figures with lightsabers matching every single one of your men topped off with the Yellow Eyes of Darth Mythos digging into your soul. He spoke to his new quirky friends softly. "Don't move... i got this..."

Mythos raised his right hand never breaking eye contact with the Blue eyed well Clothed officer and wrapped a Noose of the force around the neck of the Police officer. He dropped the blaster and his hands went to his neck as his body was lifted and his fellow officers would not dare move an Inch. The Bar mumbled but otherwise froze in place. It took insane concentration to pull of a complex Illusion of 7 Doppelgangers and Force Choke at the same time but Mythos wasn't drunk anymore, slightly tipsy but not in any way to deter him from anything. "I guess i have the right to remain silent..."

"Don't kill Cops in My bar!!" The Barkeep was understandably Distressed and Mythos nodded in agreement. He dropped the man into the floor and the Illusions took their lightsabers off the necks of his posse. "The Barkeep saved your lives, Take your men and get out of here. Or you can stay and have a drink without causing a fuss, your choice"


Smart men, Smart officers in a way, No sooner did Mythos' words leave his mouth when the entire platoon of Officers bolted out of the bar shouting things like "You won't get away with this!" and "We will be back!"​

Mythos did not doubt the sincerity of their words, the intelligence of the action however... was questionable. "I'll be waiting Gentlemen, please do make haste will you?" Mythos laughed and nodded to the Barkeep giving him an apologetic smile that did little to ease the man's distress.

"So, Food!?"

[member="Edward Blake"] [member="Vykter Orade"] [member="Casey Romarin"]​

 

[Elvenchild319]

Casey rolled her eyes at the Comedian after giving him the lighter. Once she was on a job, she was serious. She was about to make a retort when the cops came in. Thinking they all were under arrest or attack, Casey stood up quickly and drew her gun, only to sit back down at the words of the Sith. She still kept her blaster out of its holster and ready to use in case this went badly, but it was not needed as the Sith could handle himself. She turned back to Vikter and nodded.

"You'd be surprised what a difference in having two ships instead of one can make, I'm in. Now, where is this food you want?"

[member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Edward Blake"] [member="Vykter Orade"]

 

[R9-X1]

entering the bar he lets out one long whistle
"wwwwwwhiiiiiiiiiiwwwwwww"
(whistle)
R9-X1 has never been in a bar before since his old master would say bars are no place for droids
even tho this bar wasn't made of solid gold it was still something to look at for him since it was new.
proceeding to wheel over to the bar he jetpacks up onto one of the stools and orders a drink
​

 

[Vykter Orade]

Vykter stood very, very still throughout the ordeal. He stared in relative shock as the CorSec officer's approached, attempted to detain, were subsequently denied by and then sent packing by the Sith. He held his drink a centimeter from his lips the entire time, not even daring to take a sip as the near apocalyptic event took place. Ok, first we almost shoot each other at the bar. Then we are almost overwhelmed by said bar's patrons. Now, we narrowly avoid arrest by assaulting and threatening the officers attempting to do the arresting. Wow, this night certainly got a lot more entertaining than I'd thought it could. He took a long, long drink of his ale before setting it down and raising an index finger.

"I'm reconsidering my reconsideration of food. I think we could all use some sleep." He looked up at the Sith's glowing eyes. "And you, you...need some kind of prescription for that temper. Have you thought of anger management classes?" He turned and bid Casca and the Comedian a farewell. "I'll see all of you bright and early aboard the Horizon. Call it 1130 local time." He waved one last time as he turned and strode out of the bar.

Oh, so interesting.