Of All the Cantinas, Why Here?

[Huxy]

Of All the Cantinas, Why Here?
Location: Mos-Isley, Tattoine, Mid-day

A chorus of loud cheers of laughter and defeat constantly filled the Cantina rooted within Mos-Isley. By day and by night, the sounds of cheerful and sorrowful drunks and friends filled the room of the Cantina. On any other world, the sight and sounds and curses from the Cantina would've been seen as rude, other-worldly, and certainty criminal. However on Tattoine, it was just another day in Mos-Isley. The city was run by members of the Hutt crime lords, always had been, always will be. They held the power here, they didn't let criminals run rampant per say though their still was a great deal of smugglers and thieves and criminals who took refuge and drowned their sorrows away in Mos-Isley. Mos-Isley was where someone went looking for someone, or somebody. Whether they be the famous scoundrel Han Solo from centuries ago, or just some outcast Jedi who has nothing left to fight for, who had ran from everything they knew and loved because they were a coward.

Furor wasn't looking for someone, he wasn't looking for anybody or anything. He had just been passing through and had heard that Tattoine was a nice place to stop by and pass the time. Furor wasn't one to listen to what people said, having been ridiculed and mocked his entire life. Though their was no harm in it now. He was away from those savages who posed as sophisticated miners on Crait, from his father's grave who haunted him by day and by night.

Furor twiddled his thumbs as he sat at the bar counter, his back hunched and his eyes narrowed like he were focusing on something far in the distance. He stared absentmindedly at the brown, swirling drink in front of him. The drink smelt of thick alcohol that had been opened decades ago...and it tasted terrible. Furor had no idea how these scoundrels could even accept whatever this drink was, he had never had it before but even a taste had set him off. Though to be fair, all he had ever had his entire life was nutrient packs and moisture water from moisture farms. The drink was just foreign to him, that was all. Furor's hand laid against his right thigh, his fingers stroking the cool blade of his crossguard saber which was tucked away under a black trenchcoat. He found the saber calming, strange enough. Like it were calling to him. Boy, something exciting better happen...he was getting on edge from all of the 'quiet' around him and no action going on.

 

[Jovian Coopre]

Jovian sat a few tables down. Hood up, helmet on, nobody noticed him. They looked past and carried on. The smell of alcohol is clearly in the air. Had to be the perfect place for a target, wouldn't it. Target was about 6 foot, in his late twenties. As much as that sounds easy, in a full, crowded cantina, it's not easy at all. But the target made it obvious he was here. He was at the bar, about to order. Coopre was probably thinking same thing the target was thinking. Wanting for some action. And he knew just how to start it. He stood up, non-noticeably, and started to spread a small, fake rumor. Then, in less than a couple minutes all types of hell broke loose. Perfect distraction.

Now all there was to do is make it through the crowd to the target. Easy, right?

[member="Furor Dragoon"]

 

[Krato Litt]

Krato sat further back from the bar, at his own 'reserved' table in the place, surrounded by a small group made up of questionable women and younger fresh faces to the cantina, suckers for another one of Krato's embellished stories. The master of hyperbole himself again was at work, keeping the small huddle of sitting and squatting compatriots entertained, all of their gazes locked on Litt's glowing mask as his voice was projected through it.

"....And that's how I broke into a prison ship, stole all the confiscated weaponry, and broke out of a spaceship, with only firing 3 shots, killing about...30 or so guards and 10 prisoners." The twi'lek to his right gasped and etched closer. "You're so cool, Krato, definitely one of the coolest Bounty Hunters /I've/ ever seen..." She cooed, the others around him nodding in agreement.

"Now then, if I'm gonna tell you all more stories", the bounty Hunter kicked his feet up and leaned back in his seat, legs crossing and hands folding behind his head. "Who's gonna buy me a round fi--" Before he could finish his plan to get free drinks into his system, the cantina began to rise in volume, and before he knew it, the whole bar was going mad.

Krato groaned as he uncrossed his legs and unholstered his right side arm, his se-c 44-c and shot a few shots off into the air in an attempt to calm things back down and direct attention his way.

"What the hell is wrong with all you people? Let's calm things back down, yeah?" This wasn't Krato's first time here and it definitely wasn't his first time firing a weapon here. Krato added a nod toward the bartender and shrugged. "Add the new hole in the ceiling to my tab."

He'd get around to paying that tab eventually.

[member="Jovian Coopre"] [member="Furor Dragoon"]

 

[SiRiDio]

The sith enters the building looking around as the chaos breaks loose his sees the man he's looking for stand up and fire his weapon he listens to him speak and then he walks over to the man once the chaos calms he pulls up a chair sits next to him at the table and says you Kratos the bounty hunter as he sits and flicks around a coin.












[member="Krato Litt"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali enters the cantina calmly in contrast to the cantinas escalating madness, he steps swiftly inbetween the odd fight narrowly avoiding a poorly executed drunken punch. Releasing a sigh he finds a man slumped over the bar rather knock out or unconscious from excessive drinking, Tiali resumes to tap him on the shoulder noting the man is out clean. Shrugging he pushes the man off the bar stool with a solid 'thump' as he hits the ground. He continues on to take the newly vacant stool.

Finally reaching a comfortable position on the stool he slides his helmet off placing it on the bar table. Raising a hand to the bar tender stealing his attention from the rising commotion "Two whiskeys buddy, and there's extra if you make them quick" his hand swiftly moves down to his coat pocket pulling out the required credits sliding them onto the bar.

The bartender quickly grabs the credits and moves off to make the drinks until shots fired into the ceiling brings silence to the room. With a disgruntled moan Tiali turns around on his bar stool putting his attention on Krato, listening to his little speech that made Tiali raise a brow. When Krato finished talking Tiali couldn't hold his tounge speaking out loud enough for most to hear. "Sorry we interrupted the slumber party, everybody quiet down or he might have a cry and actually shoot something that isn't the roof."

A grin lift up his face as he turns back to the bar his drinks finally arriving.

[member="Krato Litt"] [member="Darth SiRiDio"] [member="Jovian Coopre"] [member="Furor Dragoon"]

 

[Krato Litt]

"Hey, slumber parties are fun, I think. I'm not sure. Don't think I've had a party of sleep? But at any rate." And just like that, the cantina band started their one song again.

Krato turned to the sith, visor on his helmet flickering vaguely in the outside, but on the inside, counter measures were being prepared, just in case. He didn't know the nature of this meeting quite yet.

The hunter lowered himself back to his seat and waved the previous table of listeners away. After a moment of silence, the hunter spoke up. "I assume you're here to talk business? I've heard some interesting stories about someone that matches your description. Guy with a red laser sword cutting through families and fighting off small squadrons of peons, then flying off to god knows where just as quick as he came. So, once again, what brings you to me, my friend?"

[member="Darth SiRiDio"]

 

[Red Guard Kaytia]

Kaytia, stepped inside of the Cantina the stench of liquor and blaster smoke filled the air luckily the Guard had her crimson red helmet on to deflect the putrid smell of the Cantina. She proceeded to walk in further the sound of her cybernetics revving and squealing lightly echoed off the walls of the bar her head would look around at the various people and aliens drinking and fighting one another. Normally the Guard wouldn't come to such a disgusting place but she needed to know what has happened since she was cyrogenically frozen.

Her Crimson red Praetorian Armor would shuffle around with each step she took, the woman would occasionally stop by a nearby table to speak with the locals asking various questions and if she did not get the answer she wanted she would back hand the patrons out of their chairs and to the hard floor below. The Guard proceeded to walk over towards a table and sitting down into it letting out a light sigh of disappointment. The Guard would then take off her helmet before placing it onto the table revealing her face which was far more machine than woman. As her face would resemble that of an Ancient Protocol droid specifically the GG-series of hospitality droids, from first glance the woman could be mistaken for a Droid aside from her cold brown eyes that could pierce through one's soul when making eye contact with her.

Her breathing was deep and slow occasionally letting out a few sudden coughs from her droid like mouth which continued for a few seconds before grabbing a bottle of liquor from a nearby table before downing it.

 

[Salvator Vonstein]

[member="Furor Dragoon"] , [member="Krato Litt"] , [member="Darth SiRiDio"] , [member="Jovian Coopre"]
Location: Mos-Isley, Tattoine, Evening
He was not the kind of man anyone with two brain cells would trust if they knew anything about the criminal underworld in the universe, they might be able to recognize the Pirate lord tattoo on his neck. He was the kind of guy would hire you to fly him across the galaxy , they kill you once you arrived and sell your ship at the space. He cheats and steals from anyone and everyone not flying the flag of his brethren no one is safe :Take everything and give nothing back that was his motto: If any had ever lived to spread his legend he would the most feared pirate in the outer rims of the universe. The only thing faster than his temper was his trigger finger. He was famous for ripping people off in games of chance using the force, The biggest scam he ever pulled was at the galactic universal Pod racing championship , were he took the underdog bet with odds of 100-1 that the pod would win, then he slipped in the middle of the night and sabotaged a lot of the other pods and gave the underdog a complete up grade needless to say when his underhanded tactics won him a 100-1 bet there was a lot of upset people having to pay him millions of credits. Most importantly he scammed the hutts for nearly 100 million credits that day, no one ever figured out how he did it because the pod bays were under heavy security,so no one could prove anything and the official claims of cheating were disregarded by the pod racing officials and they blamed the other racers problems on technical malfunctions. The best scam he ever pulled made hundreds of millions and there was no proof of any crime so they couldn't arrest him, but how often have hutts cared about the law and there was a few times they tried to kill him regardless of any proof he cheated them. They sent many bounty hunters to deal with this Zauberlord and he kept sending there heads back to the hutts one by one, because the hutts make one mistake they didn't realize how skilled Zauberlords were when it came to killing. He came very close too being arrested and sent to a galactic super slam triple-max far from any planet with a 24-7 lock down. , when he found a hutt at a trade alliance and executed him with a missile launcher, the security forces were on him hard chased for six months across space he finally lost them in deep space ditched them in a Asteroid field when he vented his fusion plasma and created a big explosion. He would land on this planet in his Titian Star Ship and pull into the space as he looked around scanning the market then breathed in and sniffed the air :Stinks Like Hutts:he would think to himself. He looks up at the beautiful night sky and begins looking for the sorted degenerate in charge of this crummy landing ports, It wasn't to shabby but it was not exactly five star service, most landing ports had a welcome party. Once he found the guy who was supposed too watch over your ships and clean them up and refuel them if that's was the case, He would stare the man down irritated he had to go find him, then he would tell the man there is 50K credits in it for you if you make sure no one boards my ship and you call me if they try. He didn't want troubles on this planet yet he had plans for a big score on this world, thing was his ship had two Mark-42 war droids on his ship programmed to shoot anyone but him, that was the main reason he didn't want them on his ship who ever ran this planet wouldn't be happy about a ton of dead bodies laying around. He would walk towards the place were everyone seemed to be drinking and relaxing and stand in the door way and watch the room for a moment and wait.

 

[Huxy]

@Salvator Vonstein, [member="Red Guard Kaytia"], [member="Tiali Orazio"], [member="Darth SiRiDio"]

Furor sighed in annoyance once the room began to heat up with voices of violence, drunken fights erupting around him as he sat, back hunched on a stool by the bar counter. When he thought of action coming his way, this wasn't what he had in mind. He was up to fighting people, that was true. But he wasn't up to beating up some drunken idiots who's mind would be a blur in the morning. Furor didn't see it as fair, fighting a man or woman who couldn't think straight due to the prescience of alcohol on their system. He wasn't a great person, having killed his father in vengeance. Though he wasn't a beast, Furor held some sense of honor within his being. Furor was drawn away from his thoughts once somebody tried punching him in the back. Accident or not, Furor didn't care. He wasn't going to kill or fight the man...merely 'tell' him that he was picking on the wrong person. Furor stood up to his full height, his black trench coat billowing open before he sent a gloved punch into the face of the drunk who had tried attacking him. The drunk was on the ground just as Furor's fist connected with his jaw, knocking him out cold on the ground.

​Furor's focus was turned away from the unconscious drunk as he heard a couple blaster shots fill the air like an gunshot in the dead of night. The whole crowd was silence while some random bounty-hunter with a blue helmet spoke up, [ [member="Krato Litt"] ]. He was rambling on about something being wrong and whatever, though Furor wasn't particularly listening. He was about to throw a remark to him when he saw a man in red mandalorian armor just standing there, literally just standing there, [ [member="Jovian Coopre"] ]. Furor's eyes glanced towards the armored mandalroian, something was off about him. The force was telling him to confront the man, though Furor assumed it was nothing...probably just a false alarm. Though, Furor couldn't help but speak up about the man who had shot the ceiling once somehow else had done it just seconds ago, a statement which made him laugh.
"Ay, ceiling shooter. How about you put that mouth of yours to something useful, drinking?! Next time you wanna interrupt the fun, how about you buy us drinks?!"

 

[Jovian Coopre]

Damn it!

Once and for all it was going his way. The crowd was in a ruckus, hitting and fighting each other senselessly. He was so close to confronting the target, ending him when.. Two shots in the air and a "What the hell is wrong with all you people? Let's calm things back down, yeah?" So close! He scrambled back to his table fast, making sure that the target didn't notice him as a threat. The second time. But what was so strange that the mn with the blue helmet sat with the target. What is he doing? Trying to blow my cover more? It was time to take things personally, again. Starting another bar fight was pointless, everyone had just calmed down and they would catch on if he tried to start another. So the only way was to capture him was to take him head on. Coopre reached in his holster and grabbed his stun blaster. He set the charge to temporarily stun. He stayed in the back in the back of the room just in case. The target looked harmless as ever.

"Time to get my money's worth."

[member="Furor Dragoon"] | [member="Krato Litt"] | [member="Salvator Vonstein "]| [member="Red Guard Kaytia"] | [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[SiRiDio]

The sith looks at him "Yea I've caused some trouble but its all work and I am guessing you know something about that, huh anyway yes I'm here on business I need some major explosives any idea where I get some of those" the sith sits back in his seat.

[member="Krato Litt"]

 

[Krato Litt]

Krato rolled his eyes, not that anyone would know because of, you know, the large helmet that covered his head. "Soooo how about some gratitude, half of you wouldn't have made it a few more moments in that scuffle anyway! In fact--"

Krato's gaze shot over to where Salvatore stood. Krato had had many run-ins with pirates earlier in his career, and he didn't need any more attention drawn to himself on the off chance this particular higher-up pirate knew the name from his days of screwing over entire crews of pirates and wanted some type of revenge.

At any rate, Krato returned to his conversation with the man that came to speak with him. "Explosives? We talking speeder-bombs, thermal detonators, anti-matter bombs, cluster bombs, magnepulse bombs, concussion bombs, disruptor bombs (which I hate, they're absolutely dreadful), gas bombs, carpet bombs(not that kind of carpet), Gravity bombs, Ion bombs, Nuclear bombs,"

"Aannnd..."

He leaned in a little closer.

"Twi'lek special remedy bath bombs..."

[member="Darth SiRiDio"] [member="Jovian Coopre"] [member="Furor Dragoon"] @Salvator Vonstein

 

[SiRiDio]

The sith still sitting back in his chair raised his hand at the bartender signaling for a drink he looks over at Kratos again "Thermal detonators sound like they would do the trick all right" he looks to his right as the women hands him his drink "Thank you sweetheart" as he takes it from her and downs it.

[member="Krato Litt"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali Grasps the first glass of whiskey raising it to his lips downing the drink then placing the now empty glass back on the table, his hand moves to grasp the second one before his attention is stolen by the red armored guard entering the cantina. He rubs his hand through the stubble on his face as curiosity fills his mind, he hadn't seen that Armour since the early days of his childhood in history archives. As the guard sat revealing whats under the helmet Tiali's curiosity became ever increasing, releasing a held breath he decided an investigation was in order.

Grabbing his helmet and holding tightly to his drink he begins to make his way over, stepping over the odd knocked out patriot pushing out of the main group surrounding the bar. Upon arrival he places his helmet onto the table sitting across from the red guard. A smile lifts up his face "What's a droid like you doing in a..." Stopping mid sentence He squints his eyes immediately realizing his mistake then continuing to make corrections "I mean what's a person?(said with almost uncertainty in his voice) like you doing in a place like this?"

Raising his glass he takes a sip while awaiting the response.

[member="Red Guard Kaytia"]

 

[Red Guard Kaytia]

The Guard would look up at the Mercenary her cold brown eyes staring through him, before going back to her coughing fits her robotic hand going up towards her droid like mouth to cover them up. Before taking another swig of the drink she just stole from a nearby table, she proceeded to slam the bottle of liquor back onto the filth ridden table looking back up at the Mercenary with a look of uncertainty across his face. Not many would witness the Guard's true face especially during her service in the Empire and First Order however she wasn't even sure if the latter even existed anymore.

"Information...I'm looking for information."

She said looking up at the Mercenary before taking another sip of her oddly colored drink occasionally letting out a cough here and there, despite being frozen for hundreds of years she still had very little idea of the Illness she had contracted all those years ago, was still effecting her organs or if her body was still getting used to not being frozen and attempting to adapt to her surroundings.

[member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Salvator Vonstein]

he would only chuckle listening to there conversations watching the fights and arguments of drunks in the bar it was honestly ridiculous he thought but it was the mention of explosives that really made him laugh :Any space jockey on a shuttle run could acquire you that crap, tiny little explosives are for children: He would pause in thought for a moment as he stroked his Zauberlord chin :Now if you want to do some serious damage and stop playing with children's toys i could sell you a Fusion Accelerator Cannon or perhaps a anti orbital space gun,perhaps some massive war droids. Vonstein smirks as he continues to walk into the bar towards the man who was talking about buying what he simply referred to as children's toys. He would remove a smoke from his jacket with his left hand and wink as he snapped his finger on his right and lit the smoke with his force lightning as he placed it in his mouth. For a moment Vonstein would look at this one called Krato something about him seemed familiar but at the moment he could not recall why but he would be sure to watch for some reason as he looked the person over Vonstein's force sense gave him a feeling like he should not trust Krato, Perhaps it was the way the man carried himself but Vonstein got a bad vibe from Krato.


[member="Darth SiRiDio"] [member="Red Guard Kaytia"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Krato Litt"] [member="Jovian Coopre"]
[member="Furor Dragoon"]

 

[Huxy]

Furor's eyes fell back upon the man in the red mandalorian armor [ [member="Jovian Coopre"] ], who was now sitting at the table. It was their again, the call of the force. The call of trouble and misjudgment. Furor could've sworn the man was staring at him, though it was hard to tell in that visor of his. He shrugged solemnly before sitting back down on the stool, his back hunched over yet his eyes stayed focused with determination upon the man. He didn't like the look of the guy. Well, he liked the look of the guy's armor. But he didn't like the look the man was giving him through his body language. Furor didn't know what it was about the man, but he didn't trust him. Just encase, Furor slid his hand down his leg, his left hand clenching around the cracked and splintered black handle of his saber.

​Furor couldn't help but overhear the man who walked past him, [ [member="Salvator Vonstein "]] Who was talking about explosives for some odd reason. Not just explosives, 'super' weapons by the sound of it. At least, what Furor considered super weapons. Furor couldn't help overhearing him, the man was talking to someone from across the room after all. He couldn't help but chuckle at the man's response to whoever was asking about explosives. Sure, use the big guns to cause mass mayhem and damage. Only problem with that...they're easy to trace back to the original seller. Smaller arms and explosives on the other hand, well small in terms of damage output, were harder to trace back due to the wide range of buyers and sellers of them in the black market.
​"Sorry for eavesdropping pal, but that's a stupid idea. Really, selling big, high-explosive equipment? People can track you down, heck buying the stuff or stealing it is hard enough. No idea how someone like you got ahold of such firepower...that is unless it's faulty!"

​[member="Red Guard Kaytia"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Darth SiRiDio"] [member="Krato Litt"]

 

[Salvator Vonstein]

He notices this other man speaking to him and thinks about what he said , he did not lie it was true if you had a anti orbital space gun or a fusion accelerator cannon or perhaps massive war droids it drew a lot of attention and they didn't exactly move on the black market with out people noticing all this was true, but there was one good side to these weapons usually they were so powerful that they got the job done very fast and none one was left to talk about it.

He would turn now towards the man who spoke to him directly,
{ Furor Dragoon } as he tossed his smoke away with his left hand and snuffed it out on the floor with his boot he would walk towards the man who spoke too him with both his hands behind his back under neath his robes griping on his two heavy blaster pistols just encase things went south. He didn't have a light saber he found no use for one but he did have many tricks up his sleeves, by nature he trusted no one but he never hid who he was as he approached the man he would stop about four feet away and make a casual half bow : i dont believe i have had the pleasure too meet you before sir let me introduce my self:

He pauses in speech for a moment more for dramatic effect then anything. :The Names Vonstein Privateer Connoisseur of fine weapons and star ships, Space salvager of space wrecks re-purposing there armaments and any working systems making them better than before. He stretches his neck and smiles revealing the tattoo on his neck and its wonderful design. I also happen to be lord of the Brethren Court, i agree with your thoughts that big weapons draw more heat and attention making them much easier to trace, but we can agree they get the job done and fast. i specialize in providing dangerous weapons to crazy people as long as they can afford it.

He didn't care sith or Jedi good or evil he loved supplying dangerous weapons he salvaged off star ships and rebuilt into better weapon to people who would actually use them, there was a old saying were he came from **some people just wanted to watch the world burn** well he was more of a big scale kind of person his Titian Star ship alone had the fire power to make space dust out of a small planet.

He never looked at the small picture of little wars on planets he always thought more galactic, it was true thermal detonators and cluster bombs were great for victory in small wars but a fusion accelerator cannon would wipe out your enemy forever or at least make them think twice about ever coming back. His whole purpose of coming to this planet was in search of very rare crystals and venom only found here in a creature :i am here for krayt venom and Krayt dragon pearls my reasons for searching for these items are my own but we both know what there good for:

He would chuckle slightly and smiles watching the room close with both his hands still on his heavy blasters, waiting for the right moment. He would totally ignore the fact of the man talking about Vonstein selling faulting goods if there was only one time he was honest it was when he sold arms, yeah he may screw yah on the price but the quality was always top rate.

 

[Kataly'a]

The Criminal Underworld isn't new to Kataly'a, in fact it feels more like home than the Jedi Order ever did. In the few years between running from her father and the First Order and joining the Jedi, she had made her living as a thief and a dancer for a short time. Her lithe form slipped inside the Cantina unnoticed, her pretty face hidden by the black cloak she wore. Though she was more than capable of defending herself, there was no need to draw unwanted attention to herself. The saber staff resting in her belt felt heavy as she surveyed her surroundings. No one wanted to be a Jedi after the war, not even a rogue like herself.

Quietly, she maneuvered her small frame through the rambunctious crowd, ordering the strongest alcohol they had and settling herself in an unoccupied seat in the corner. Kataly'a knew that being her was a dangerous mistake, but she was angry and itching for a fight. Where better than a Cantina?

The Jedi had lost the war, but she had lost so much more than that. Kataly'a had suffered through years of torment from her fellow Jedi, her heritage had caused her to be shunned, because no one believed the daughter of a Sith Lord could ever become a Jedi. Years of dedicated work had proved them wrong, and she had been knighted. Still, she was treated like an outsider, as if she would betray the Jedi at the first temptation. The final straw had been her unlucky apprentice, Raku. It had been one of the final battles in this hellish war, and because of her superior's command her apprentice had been left to die, and there was nothing Kataly'a could do to save the young boy.

Kataly'a had raged, destroying everything in her path. She could no longer bare the disapproving looks her elders gave her, and she had left the Rebel base that night, unsure of where she was going or if she would come back.

So here she sat, recklessly angry at the universe.

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali's stares back into the lifeless eyes of [member="Red Guard Kaytia"] As he raises his glass for another sip. "You realize Where you are right?" He looks around the room as if to ensure they were in the same place and wasn't mistaken. Releasing a sigh he looks back to the red guard "What information are you looking for pretty eyes?" sarcasm emphasized at the end along with a growing jerkish grin "I'm sure I can help... well you know for a small fee." He rubbs his fingers together adding to the obvious request.


"Oh by the way, Name's Tiali I didn't catch your name." he adds forgetting pleasantry's with a person of this sort, then sitting back his arms relaxed on top of the seat either side of him.