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[Sar'Talani'Vek]

Sar'Talani'Vek smiled as she opened to doors to the cantina. The Smuggler's Den was finally ready to be open to the public. She smiled from her corner booth as she watched a steady stream of curious patrons enter the rather high class cantina. The bartender was already quite busy and the dancers were certainly catching people's attention. She noticed a few of her dealers milling about in the crowd, no doubt they were selling the spice and death sticks she had brought in on her latest shipment. All in all it looked like this was going to be a productive night.

"Be a sweetheart and fetch me a bottle of liquor from the bar. I don't want to have to keep getting up get my cup filled," Talani asked one of the dancers who had decided to join her in her booth. Two of the girls she had hired seemed to believe that by following the Chiss woman around and flirting with her constantly, they would get a raise in pay or something. It made the smuggler laugh. They could hang on her all they liked, it wouldn't change anything for him. Though she had to admit, the girls were pretty. Maybe she'd let them join her in her apartment upstairs sometime.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan enter The Smugglers Den, he wore Red Raven Shot Caller Armor, the armor looked like it was kept in the best condition, with only a few cuts and scrapes on it. Wrapping itself around his armor was a brown trench coat, the coat itself was once a fine piece of fabric, but now it was almost as run down as an old slave. The coat was severely burnt and carried multiple bullet holes and stains. Strapped to his right thigh was a DL-18, the words "Sunshine" could bee seen sketched into the handle. He wore two wrist mounted weapons, on his left wrist a M99 Rocket system and on his right a CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector. Laying in Cadan's hands was a Red Raven Gauss Rifle equipped with an Augmented Shooting Tool, the strap of the weapon was held around Cadan shoulders and under his arm. Although he carried these weapons, he had no intention to fight.

A Kowokian Monkey-Lizard sat on Cadan's shoulder, puffing a large cigar. As Cadan looked down at the creature, he began to speak. "Good thinking Jasper." He reached into his top pocket and produce a cigar and began smoking.

After the loss of a member of The Jackals, Cadan had taken his addiction of Dreamdust back up, and he thought that maybe he could find some here. As he scanned the room, he'd take note of the dancers, and the many other occupants including the Chiss women who seemed to have hired the dancers.

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[Sar'Talani'Vek]

Talani noted the new entry with a bit of uneasiness at first. She didn't enjoy the fact that he had just walked into her cantina fully armed. The only group on Nar Shadda she didn't have an understanding with yet was the Red Ravens, something she was trying to work on. The Chiss just wanted to ensure the safety of her smuggling operations and her cantina. Though the man didn't appear to be hostile and that relaxed her a bit. She caught him staring at her and smirked. Maybe he wanted something? Talani decided to wait and see if he would approach her. [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Moss Vel'ija]

"So we all ended up at this hotel on Abridon, some drukky little place where we shacked up for the night. There was me, Jal and Durk were there and some Rodian from Dantooine and a few others. We were down- shut up - we were down by the pool trying - shut your ugly karking face, I'm telling the karking story. There were some girls down at the pool we were trying to pick up, but I struck out and went to bed for the night.

"Now, I'm sleeping, right. Middle of the night I get a call in my room. It's kriffing Durk and he's losing his brain. Says he just killed a girl. I thought the guy was karking with me. He'd called earlier that night while he and this girl were in the throws of it. So, I just tell him to stuff it, hang up, and go to sleep.

"Right away, he calls me back and I'm getting pretty bristled by the whole show. But it's Jal. Says we have a problem and I need to get to Durk's room right away. So, I'm wondering what the hell he did. Throw some clothes on, grab a drink, and walk down the hall to his room.

"The whole crew is there standing around the bed. Durk's gone mad, he's sobbing and talking gibberish. I push my way through and see her laying there, naked, spread-eagle on the bed, and she ain't moving.

"My first thought is, 'Durk, you big karker, did you plumb her to death?', but he doesn't think that's too funny.

"So, we come to the booze-informed, democratic decision that we need to get rid of the body or we were all going to prison. We get the body wrapped up in the blankets from the bed, but Jal was worried they would pull Durk's DNA off the body and sink the whole ship. We're all wondering what the kark we were going to do.

"But we had an idea. We were going to toss the body out the window and right into the swimming pool where the pool chemicals would kill all his DNA. Perfect kriffing plan. So, we open the window, all grab the blanketed body, and were going to heave on the count of three. So, 'one, two....'

"...and on 'three', we hear this moaning. The girl wasn't dead, she was passed out the entire time. So we all scream, drop the body, and run out the room. Got out of there the next morning, never went back to that rock."


The table roared with laughter. Moss looked around at the faces, some strangers, some friends. His dimly-lit corner was packed full and he wouldn't have it any other way. The company of others was a most welcome distraction.

"Durk was gone two weeks after that," softly mentioned a friend. A somberness like a shade cast itself over them. All was quiet. The cheerfulness wafted with the cigar smoke into thin air.

"Yeah, he was," said Moss. "That was the last night we were all together. He got stopped by security on his next job, tried to run, and got himself shot."

"He was a good kid. Good heart. How old was he, Moss?" said another.

Moss gingerly shook his head. "Twenty? Younger, probably." He stared, like the others, into his drink and tried to remember his face, but it was gone away. He picked up the bottle. "A toast, to Durk - saved our hides on Rimma, karked a girl to death on Abridon, the boy who sailed the stars."

Glasses were filled and raised by all at the table. They replayed their vague memories of the lost smuggler behind frosty eyes. The Bothan pressed a glass to his furry face and drained its contents, slamming the empty tumbler back to the table.

"Good kid, good kid," someone muttered.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

The Red Ravens were technically criminals, supposed to be. But, as all birds will tend to do, they had adapted. As the Ravens had spread their wings, they had gained new people, talents, and a whole karking lot more credits. There was a new business up and running. It was being run by someone who had been seen ghosting around the Dragon Palace Casino from time to time. A more primitive organization and Jarven would have seen this as competition. Instead, Jarven saw a mutually beneficial opportunity. He wore civvies and a holster belt holding his Outlaw Shotgun. It was casually holstered behind his back, above the hip, over the small of his back. His wrist node was attached, as per usual.

He made his way intently up to the bar, sat down, and ordered a hard lemonade. He also asked to speak to the lady in charge. He dropped the name "Sar'Talani'Vek" and the bartender knew exactly who he wanted to talk to.

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[Sar'Talani'Vek]

"She's over there, in the corner booth, see her between those two dancers?" The bartender gestured in Talani's direction.

The Chiss was currently listening to one of the girls with her tell a story. She was too busy admiring the girls figure to really follow what was happening, but she had a feeling the girl wouldn't mind. She heard her name from across the bar and looked up, spotting [member="Jarven Zexxel"] sitting there with his drink. She nodded at the bartender when he looked over to point at her. So the man was looking to speak to her, eh? She wondered what it could possibly be about. She vaguely remembered seeing him around the casino she had been at before. Had she done something to upset him, somehow?

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan quickly whipped his weapon around and holstered it onto his back as he approached the bar. "Whiskey." He ordered the drink, then as kind of an after thought he asked his question. "Anywhere I can get some dreamdust?" He asked the question loud enough for any dealers with a few meters could hear. But not too loud that he was yelling.

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[Sar'Talani'Vek]

The bartender heard the request and gestured to Talani.

"She's the best person for you to ask," he explained, as he pointed at the Chiss woman. Talani had overheard the conversation and smirked. It just so happened that she had a bit of the requested substance on her person at the time. All he had to do was hand over a decent number of credits and it was his. [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan nodded his thanks, sliding over the a small sum of credits. He took the drink and walk up to Talani. " 'Ello. Names Cadan." He passed the drink up to Jasper who sipped at it. He offered his hand to Talani for a handshake. "I heard you 'ad some Dreamdust?"

He looked at the Chiss woman and the women around her, subconsciously licking his lips.

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[Sar'Talani'Vek]

"I believe that would depend on the amount of credits you have," Talani replied, shaking his hand with a small smirk. Oh she had Dreamdust, but he wouldn't even get to see it if he didn't have the credits to pay for it. Talani was rather strict about getting credits before handing over any weapons or substances. She didn't front anyone anything, ever. That just wasn't the way she did business. [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan understood that some people could be a little jumpy about selling their products. He gave a small smile, his organisation had a large some of credits that he was able to tap into. "Oh, I've got the credits. You just name the price." A wolfish grin would begin to cross his face as he thought of the prospect of having some more of his beloved dreamdust.

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[Sar'Talani'Vek]

"Well what will you offer me for this?" she asked, tossing a large bag of dreamdust onto the table. The bag was about the size of both Talani's fists put together, and very full. It looked like it was enough to keep him supplied for quite awhile. She grinned as her red eyes watched him. No doubt he would be practically drooling over the large bag. She had a feeling he'd hand over more than enough credits in exchange. [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan large, red eyes would follow the bag as it was tossed up onto the table. Cadan quickly hurried to pull out a large some of credits, all in all totaling 500. He dropped it on the table. "That should do." Cadan didn't try to hide the excitement in his voice.

 

[Sar'Talani'Vek]

"Sounds reasonable to me," she replied with a grin, swiping the credits off the table and stuffing them in a large bag attached to her belt. She had a feeling the large bag would get her quite a generous amount of money from him. The Chiss would have to remember this guy, in case he needed more of his precious drug. If he paid this much each time, she'd have no problem supplying him. [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

This place had a rep as a clearinghouse for ill-gotten goods. Even well-gotten goods with ill intent. Selka's goods currently fell somewhere in the middle. A hulking Yaka cyborg with a sample case on his back followed Selka inside. The case held the kind of cybernetics that tended to be appreciated on Nar Shaddaa. Direct modular neural jacks, spy gear, concealed disruptor arms...things like that. New, or gently used. She'd passed the word here and there; [member="Sar'Talani'Vek"] might know that a cyborg implants dealer was coming to town. To this cantina, specifically, looking to hook up with a customer or two.

Selka, the Yaka, and the sample case settled into a corner booth. Secondhand word suggested that a Twi'lek and a Rodian would be looking to meet with them and buy, maybe even for larger organizations. Nar Shaddaa was a booming cybernetics market.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Again Cadan licked his lips as he picked up the pouch. He gave a small bow. "Is there a way I can contact you if I am in need of more?" This was a decent amount of dreamdust, and it was a hard substance to find, and she was a good supplier.

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