Raise de black flag!

[Marius]

That escalated quickly.

Marius was simply impatiently waiting for the captain to gather his crew and leave this useless place. The arrival of the drunk did nothing but insult Marius' poor skills in Basic, the Mandalorian ignored him - it happened often when people were drunk since they hardly felt any fear towards the Mandalorian in such a condition.

Then it happened. The escalation.

The captain boldly refused the wookie's strength challenge and that aggravated the tall humanoid on a new level. The Wookie stood up showing her sharp claws, roaring and looking awfully dangerous. The Mandalorian grabbed the hilt of his sheathed beskad on his back and prepared his wrist for whatever was to happen. Marius hoped the captain to be wise enough to take back his words before his newly assembled crew would begin a civil war. Instead, he took out his blasters and his agility surprised even the Mandalorian. Unfortunately, the Mandalorian was not fast enough to push the Captain away before he needlessly started shooting possible recruits. As the blaster bolts were launched, Marius knew they hit their target. The near-human holoprojecting woman had safely shifted away from the captain but she was still near enough to receive collateral damage from what was to happen. The Wookie, apparently hurt, raged more but her roars seemed more for help. For some outlandish reason that struck a cord of pity within the cold and calculating individual he was.

With a surprising fast step backwards, Marius dropped his hand from the hilt of his sheathed beskad and rose both his arm pointing them, his wrist arsenal obvious, at the dangerous Wookie and the brave captain.

"Enough."

As if to make things worse another Wookie was aiming with a bowcaster from the far end of the cantina at the Captain by the looks of it. He had no more arms to point at the other Wookie and Marius hoped his good positioning would halt the chaos that had erupted in the cantina. All he wanted was to leave the damn planet.

[member="Wrrlykam"] [member="Tartatha"] [member="Becdaua Ikon"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Sunny"] [member="Boy Voyardi"]

 

[Ryan]

It was over.....

The captain's lip started to pull up in that wicked, devilish smirk. To some people it might have looked like he was trying to do a sexy crooked smile, but they will soon know better. The way his mouth slowly moved upward, making lines where is mouth and cheek connected was a tell sign of his bloodlust, his soul ignited with the inferno blazes of hell while his body pumped with adrenaline. His roguish facial features were dark and his gaze pierced at the Mandalorian that stood ground between him and his kill.

Serg could barely see the other wookiee in the distance for his vision was tunneled upon Marius and his prey beyond the armored visage. The mandalorian was brave to put himself in harms way like that. He was even braver to have acted in such defiance against the captain. Such could warrant death, maybe not here on this special haven but out in the abyss of space Serg may have not hesitated in ending the man on the spot with out mercy or remorse. His blasters were still raised and the lust to bring death still flooded through the Pirate..........

He took a deep breath, taking in the taste of the air that was flooded with burning flesh and wookiee hair among the rest of the tavern odors. He lowered his pistols, still grinning like a devil at play. He holstered the weapons and took steps closer to the armored man that they were almost nose to helmet , whispering distance. " git in me way again an' yer 'ill fend yerself in de afterlife sooner den yer expected!" His warning was as sharp as a dagger with full truth upon the edge.

Serg then light foot-idly stepped backwards with elegance, the devil still etched on his face with that infamous wicked grin. He looked around now, realizing that they were the center of attention. "drink up lads, next roun' is on me!" With that the slummy dive erupted in laughter and cheer!

The captain would grip the flipped up table and place it up right before sitting himself upon his chair as if it was his throne, all stoic like in victory. He would look over to the Zeltron and patted his lap inviting her back to her original perch before the excitement "cum lass, we aint done gettin' ter nu each other!"

He would look back to the mandalorian and the injured wookiee "you 'av a choice lad, yer can stay 'ere an' draink up an' secure yer posishun aboard me ship or yer can 'elp dat not the bleedin' full shillin' wookiee ter de local apothecary an' fend another boat ter serve!'

His eyes would glance back to the other wookiee with slight interest. He did not hold it against the might beast for taking arms against him. Amongst strangers and loyalty must be divided it was always best to good to go with kin and kin alike.

[member="Boy Voyardi"] [member="Marius"] [member="Sunny"] [member="Wrrlykam"] [member="Tartatha"] [member="Becdaua Ikon"]

 

[Wrrlykam]

The massive wookiee flinched as her table shield was removed and put back where it belonged. Her blood raced, but she did nothing for a long moment, but stare in shock at the crew. It was from her gatherings that there was only two people who would truly help her in battle, and that's all she needed to know. One foot at a time she got herself up, fur patches burnt black in several areas. It was surprising she could even walk after that, and less so, she needed a hospital.

Giving one soft look to Marius, she stumbled her way out of the bar to leave from the scary pirate, and only hope her wookiee ally and the mandalorian would follow up without any given begs of growls and purrs.

[member="Marius"]

 

[Sunny]

And of course being the obligatory eye candy/nympho, Sunny spent this time swooning prettily in the background.

Haha.

Nope.

I mean it's not as if she went all kung-fu, leaping around in a stunning and arousing display of gymnastics, kicking possible threats in the head until they went away. That's just absurd. Plus Wookiees were quite tall and it was therefor much harder to kick them in the head to start with. Sure, she may have made sure the armored Mando was between her and danger, but that was just common sense really. Armored after all. He'd probably be fine.

Instead, while all this was going down, nimble fingers were flying over unseen controls on her belt. Prepping a useful little hologram just in case. A quick ping, using echo-location to map the room likely went unnoticed by all but those with scanners to pick up that sort of thing, and magical jerks over whom no trick could be pulled. Sunny didn't much care. That bit wasn't really important. It was just necessary for things to actually work via science rather than 'because'.

The Mando had bought a standstill. Maybe not in the smartest way possible, but he had. The Wookiee female was backed away, crouching a roaring in a bizarre mixture of pain, rage and looking for assistance which if one were smart might be a lesson on why even as a Wookiee one doesn't start bar fights alone and unarmed against pirate Captains but honestly some peoples children, if she was rage-blind enough to do it when offered as many outs as Sunny could think of, well, she'd probably do it again. Hopefully on another day and not in about two minutes. Another Wookiee had shown up, this one was armed but he'd not thrown himself immediately into the fray so that was probably good. Maybe not the females mate then. Small mercies. And another good reason for discarding the notion of monogamy! Imagine binding yourself closely enough to one and only one male that not only were you at their mercy for any sexual gratification but you felt the need to throw yourself into danger every time they did something stupid! No thank you.

Serg was giving off the calm, even sort of bloodlust that almost always ended excruciatingly badly for someone. The female Wookiee might have been angry, but it had been in a chaotic, unfocused sort of way, Serg on the other hand.. There was a man who's bad side you did not want to be on. At least he might end it quickly before all of this wore on her too much.

Her gratitude when he turned the mood of the room with the announcement that the next round was on him was probably something that only another empath would understand. Individuals negative emotions could more easily be ignored and filtered out if the majority were feeling positively. She was more than happy to indulge in his request, and slid back onto his lap with an impish "Aye aye, Captain."

Pheromone production scaled back, no longer pumping out the insistent urge to own and protect. It would take a few minutes to swing back to the less forceful general aphrodisiac but this was fine as well. Serg was already interested and the rest of the room was pleased with free beverages.

But she'd been doing something remember? Did you catch it in all the action? Are you wondering what it was? Well perhaps it has something to do with the two Polydroxols who have just walked in through the back door, likely a store-room, walked calmly around tables, chairs and the other patrons and took up position on either side of Serg.

I mean normally she'd use Trandoshans, but since Wookiees were involved..

Now the female was leaving, flinching and slinking off. There was a brief moment of pity, but honestly if you started fights.. Which was why Sunny did not. Hopefully all would calm now.

[member="Serg Leone"] [member="Marius"] [member="Wrrlykam"] [member="Tartatha"] [member="Boy Voyardi"] [member="Becdaua Ikon"]

 

[Gruk]

[member="Serg Leone"]

Graug were simple creatures. Kill, crush, maim, mate, repeat. It was a very simple process to a very simple that normally ended in death, but there was that one Graug in ten thousand that was able to think for them self. And that was because this one and ten thousand had lived for so long, since the rise of the original Sith Empire, and even the fall of Dromund Kaas, they were there for all of it. That Graug was named Gruk and he had dreamt of life beyond servitude to a cause that was simply go into battle and die, he'd had enough of that in his life. Not battle of course but servitude, being at the bottom of the totem pole to be discarded like that. Hell he had even served under Dredge until he traded him like a piece of meat to a psychotic woman.

Now of days Gruk was living the pirate life and he was part of Serg's crew. He had the role of the big scary monster with the big scary axe. The Graug stepped into the bar and his eyes scanned the room until he found the captain and the mess that was the potential new crew for the ship, he had to say he was far from impressed, but at least they had sand.

"I no... like." Gruk said struggling to get the words out.

Again Graug weren't that smart, and as far as Graug went Gruk might as well of been freaking Einstein. The Graug and his very large axe attached to his back looked down at the captain and looked up to the people who had surrounded the table, he spat at the ground from the Wookies and had a rather sour taste in his mouth from having fought them at the battle of Kashyyyk.

"I kill?" The Graug asked the captain as he reached back for the battle axe.

Everything in the bar seemed to be back to norm
al and he of course wouldn't act unless the captain deemed it necessary.

 

[Marius]

" git in me way again an' yer 'ill fend yerself in de afterlife sooner den yer expected!"

Marius hardly understood the captain's words by hearing them, but he understood them by the expression on his face. An expression of a ruthless man. One who shoots firsts and asks questions - never. Something he had demonstrated with his thoughtless shooting at the female Wookie.
As soon as the captain threatened the Mandalorian, he abrutly changed his body language and a grin was painted on his face. The man invited all that were to be his future crew to drink and enjoy themselves. Marius was in no mood to enjoy himself but the man had dropped his arms. He still kept awareness of his surroundings and everything that might happen when leaned himself on a wall next to the table the future crew was sitting.

Meanwhile, the Wookie who had been shot was making its way towards the exit. She had looked at him softly growling as she made her way towards the exit and the other wookie. The Mandalorian tunred his visor towards the bar, he did not want to feel pity for the walking carpet. Especially after the captain had given him two alternatives. He had to leave this planet as soon as possible, unfortunately his only ticket was with the eccentric captain. As such Marius remained silently leaning on the wall. Pondering a bit the Mandalorian turned his gaze towards the captain and spoke. Marius would give his set of skills for the captain to use once for the price of getting him off-world and enough credits to get himself a civillian shuttle back to Mandalorian space.

During the encounter, the Teresman had ignored much of the near-human tweaking holoprojections all the time. Now he had the time to give her attention. She had returned back to her formal position - the captain's lap while two beings that Marius had never seen before sat on both sides of the captain unbothered. That was quite interesting.

The whole gathering could not get any weirder with the appearance of an obnoxiously looking creature wielding an axe. The axe made the Mandalorian smile within his helmet. It reminded him of the type of weapons his kin used in battle. Despite that, if one looked at his kin they would not find the similiarities with the nature of the axe as they would find it with the creature that had arrived at the table.

"I kill?"

Not again.

The Mandalorian noticed the being reaching for his axe but this time Marius only tensed and prepared for any eventual threats. His arm was ready to rise and rain blaster fire upon the being if the Mandalorian felt threatened. Yet, he kept his hand down but his mind was on guard.


[member="Gruk"] [member="Sunny"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Wrrlykam"] [member="Boy Voyardi"]

 

[Ryan]

The two Polydroxols came to the Captain's sides as he toyed with the prize in his lap. The moment they came into Serg's peripheral vision he was confused not just by their unorthodox looks but to their exact reasoning to stand sentinel of him. The two beings were not of his crew nor were they friends of his. So to say that he was confused was possibly the right assumption of emotion as one eyebrow rose to exemplify his facial expression.

His curiosity towards their exotic and unnatural physical features were irresistible to him. He could of verbally engaged the beings but his eccentric nature was somewhat hard to overcome and so with that the Pirate one handedly poked the mercury looking person to his right side. To his shock and surprise his index finger when straight through with no substance to touch. Similar to what his lap and left hand were experience with the naked Zeltron that was nestled on him. "Ha!' The corellian snorted..

"you are a clever lass!' he praised sunny realizing the holograms of the Polydroxols belong to her. She certainly was talented.

His faithful graug had finally shown up. Serg loved the beast, for all his simplicity he was one of his most trusted crew member. The monster followed orders and was loyal to a fault. Though he was about to escalate the already defused situation with his unhidden hate for the wookiee folk "No kill Gruk!" He insisted his command with a humorous tone rich with his graveled accent.

The waitress showed up with pitcher of beer and a dozen whiskey shots. T'anks bonny! Serg would dismiss politely before filling all the mugs himself. "now, lets enjoy de noight for the-morra we 'av work ter do!"

 

[Wrrlykam]

Get to the ship.
A single thought raced over and over again in the wookiee's mind, that she needed to follow. Step by step, the massive walking rug half stumbled her way to the docking station. Still, the message played back into her mind, all until she got to the cool door that was the entrance to her VCX. All of the sudden, out of mid-sentence the image changed. Fake shame, shame that wasn't hers, and a burning cantina.

There was no hope trying to operate this ship single handedly, despite the wookiee's strong intention to over work herself by captaining both the vessel and the guns. At the few stumbles inside of the ship, and hearing the door hiss close behind her, she carefully got to the medical station and powered up the old droid, soon closing her eyes as she fell onto the metal bed.

She was probably going to go home, after this, seeing no one followed her out today.

 

[Gruk]

"As... you... wish." Gruk paused between words struggling to speak in proper sentences.

Gruk calmly lowered his hand from his battle axe and looked down at the captain and nodded. He respected the captain and he was happy to follow him into battle for riches and glory, it was something most Graug wouldn't do. Most ended up as bandits in the outer rim Graug colonies, but he'd seen plenty of that. He'd even seen his own planet glassed by the republic and that wasn't something he enjoyed thinking about.

His hand extended towards the table to grab a drink but slowly it paused. There was something in the air, mixed in with all booze, sweat, and pheromones. Something that was very familiar to the Graug, a very unpleasant scent that he hated more than Wookies. Gruk had been on Vozryd, he was there for Dredge's campaign against their kind and he lost many horde brothers to them. Mandalorian.

Gruk's face shot over to the mando and his mouth opened up to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth with breath that smelled of rotten meat. Like a lion he let out growl that would signify he knew what he was, and even though the captain would accept him one day there was going to be a moment where they were alone and he'd suffer a tragic fall down a very long set of stairs.

"Mando Dog. I see you." The Graug said as he pulled away then moved to stand near the captain.

[member="Marius"] [member="Serg Leone"]

 

[Tartatha]

Tartatha observed the situation unfold from behind the lethal bowcaster which stayed aimed at the captain. After all, he was the one who shot Tartatha and escalated the entire situation. But the situation seemed to be stabilizing. The injured wookiee had left and returned to her ship. Now, he had a decision to make. Either attempt to join this crew or chase after his fellow wookiee. As Tartatha looked outside, he saw that the other wookiee had vanished.

Sighing, Tartatha took a seat at the table, ignoring the Graug.

He let out a series of grunts, his words being spoken in his native language.

"I need credits. You need a crew. Let's talk."

He mostly ignored bringing up the fact that his would be captain shot him. It was clearly an accident. But Tartatha might have to get revenge sometime. Something simple like a kick in the pants or shaving the captain's head in his sleep.

[member="Gruk"] [member="Wrrlykam"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Marius"] @Sunny

 

[Alleycat]

She was going to ring his scrawny neck. Now that was totally disgusting. Just the thought of what had come out of him…. How could he have left that for the next person to deal with? The Captain was a dead man.

Stomping into the cantina a wee bit late for cocktail hour and the fun it seemed because Rika had to fix the plumbing on the Drea's Revenge before it stunk the whole ship to high heaven, the orange-hued Twi'lek slid up behind [member="Serg Leone"] and popped the spring-knife on her upper wrist as her arm came around the neck of the Corellian Devil.

"You ever do that again, I'll gut ya like a fish…" Rika threatened into the scruffy man's ear with her thick Twi'lek accent rolling off her full, naturally berry-colored lips and lekku, the real one, twitching expressively. "Frak… Something died inside of you. I be getting a bigger cut next fix," she added without room for argument, then let go and pulled up a chair to join those gathered at the table.

"So these be the best scallywags you could find, Cap'n… Sorry sort at that," she smirked, then downed someone's fresh drink.

@Tartatha @Gruk @Marius @Sunny @any others I may have missed.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Chee had just sat his drink down on the table, and turned for a few moments to admire the handiwork of the holograms he'd just seen. Of course he'd been in the fresher when all the action went down. Serg wasn't the only one that had something die in his stomach, but the Twi'leki warrior wasn't about to leave that on the ship. He couldn't even if he had wanted to. Every time they landed somewhere, Chee was sent ahead to do some fast talking and get the word out they were around. Part of his job was "Public Relations" meaning he was supposed to the nice face from time to time. He'd been doing his business, came back after the mess for a drink, and turned just long enough to have his drink stolen by [member="Rika Anor"]. He rolled his eyes and reached across the way to pour himself another drink. She seemed pissed so Chee was just going to roll with it.

"You really need to let me do the talking next time Cap'n. Save you a bloody mess and having to clean up. I'd rather do some fast talking before things happen then try and talk your arse out of gettin arrested..."

Chee took a drink out of the mug he just poured. [member="Serg Leone"] was paying for these, that was good. All his credits, with the exception of a little for personal spending, went to his sister. Tann was in hiding after they had escaped from the Hutts on Tatooine. He'd managed to keep her out of the pleasure houses, but not before he'd spent a decade doing things he never thought he would do as a warrior of his people. Tann was in hiding, and Chee moved around to keep from getting caught. There was a bounty on his head he was certain, but, Serg had said he'd keep him safe, so he stuck with Serg.

"So what the hell happened here?"

[member="Tartatha"] [member="Gruk"] [member="Marius"] [member="Sunny"]

 

[Camori Fenn]

"What have I gotten myself into..." was the only thing that came to mind as Camori entered the dingy tavern. the place reeked of piss and shame and looked just as bad as it smelled. currently, the large table in the center of the room was surrounded by what she could only assume were the other members of the captain's crew.

Of the group, the two she found most interesting were a... thing; large, grey and currently staring at a mandalorian with an almost certainly literal hunger.

The other was the captain himself. A scruffy, brutish human who seemed to be trying his best to replace all of his bodily fluids with alcohol. and succeeding.

Camori sighed. regardless of the... uniqueness of her company, she needed credits and this seemed like the best place to get them. approaching the group she muttered quietly,
"Let's just get this over with"

Grukhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6863-gruk/http://starwarsrp.net/user/6863-gruk/ Wrrlykam Serg Leone Marius [member="Sunny"] @
rika [member="Tartatha"] @etc

 

[Ryan]

The rogue captain sat kingly on his plain tavern chair throne as he watched the antics of his of the graug with pure amusement while continuing to grope his new found zeltron lap pet. The beastly creature had that ere of intimidation about him, a natural ability for such a race and one that Serg shamelessly loves to exploit. Can't just have blasters and blades alone to get important points across, sometimes its best to have a monster to amplify said desired effects. Gruk's simple classification for people were either food or non food, which made handling of him so much easier. Especially when one is not considered food. Though he could not say the same for the mandalorian, just on the looks the graug was giving marius. Serg would humorously imagine on how Gruk looked upon such a armored being, best guess was probably how normal folk look at lobsters.

Yer al' 'av seen Gruk. yer man loves ter stan' raun jist an' say "boo!" The Captain lightly chuckled as he introduced the crew's monster. Serg had just placed finger to his light soul patch when he felt a blade and arm touch his neck. For a split moment there he thought his life was about to be forefiet and even with the great axe wielding graug at his side and a zeltron in his lap was not going to save him from the flick of a wrist and three pounds of pressure it would take to end it all.

Then he heard the familiar angry voice of the ever so attractive Twi'lek. She was raging on about some foul play on the ship's refresher and was quick to accuse her captain for such a horrendous deed. Serg did not blame her, he had on multiple occasions left such nasty presants purposely floating. I mean one had to take pride in hard labor and there was a certain validation to hear the griped and groans of the refreshers next occupants. It was the simple things in life that he enjoyed the most and torturing his crew was just part of it. Though, to be fair this was not the first or third time Rika had been victimized. The Devil wanted to laugh but he was slightly afraid that she might actually follow through with said threat and cut his throat out for sure.

So, like a good suave survivalist the captain was, he decided to use wit to get out of danger. Well when he was able to talk that is. Took a few moments for the rage filled Twi'lek to realize they were in company and she calmed down a tad, enough to lower the blade and found home on a chair she pulled up."cum on doll, dat wasn't me!" He pleaded "like al' dohs other times, it wus Gruk, oi swear on me mother's grave!" The scoundrel gave her the best innocent look his roguish features could produce.

"cum on Chee, back me up an' tell Rika dat such disasters were not av me doin'! only a monster cud do such" He tried to get the other twi'lek on his side.

Then the other wookiee had made way to his table. Serg was terribly to worried of aggression, if such was going to happen the walking carpet had him dead to rights with his bowcaster during the scuffle. So it was plain obvious that he had no true loyalty to the injured wookiee Serg had shot and that brought up the next assumption in that he was in need of a job. Like all that had visited this table before him.

The Wookiee spoke his native tongue, dialect of growls and moans that he understood fluently. "you are 'ired!" The captain really did not need to elaborate on his expectations. Tartatha witnessed first hand what the Pirate Captain was capable of.

Serg took notice of a attractive blue hued female walking there way. A scandalis thought crossed his mind of all the multi colored woman about him. If he could successfully land them all he could almost brag that he had tasted the rainbow. Such a smutty thought brought a smile to his face while he continued to watch the Chiss approach, his own eyes ravaging her curves not just for visual pleasure but eyeing for potential threats, like weapons and titties and more weapons.

"what may oi do yer for?" The Pirate captain would inquire of the approaching chiss in his unique accent and gravely toned voice.

[member="Camori Fenn"] [member="Chee Saren"] [member="Rika Anor"] [member="Tartatha"] [member="Gruk"] [member="Marius"] [member="Sunny"]

 

[Gruk]

The captain was right about one of two things, the first thing was if the Graug had left the refresher she would of been able to tell it was him. The glassing of his home planet had nothing on what Gruk could do to that poor refresher, if this were the Flintstones and every household appliance was alive that refresher would be begging for death every moment of the day. However the second and only thing the captain was right about was how Gruk saw the world, and really it was how most Graug did as well.

Now there were different types of his species, Imperial Graug, Horde Graug, Raider Graug, Graug that crawled on walls, the list went on and on about the different types there were. But before Gruk was a captain in Krag and Dredge's dark army he was of the Hunter Graug variety, which meant he tracked down his prey in the jungles of Gratos and killed them, or eating them alive. So this summed people he met into two categories, well three when it was mating season, but right now it wasn't. Food and Not Food, and right now the pretty little Twi'lek had found herself in the food section of Gruk.

It wasn't because she looked soft and delicious, that was a plus, but it was due to the fact she had threatened the captain. The captain who was Gruk's... well he didn't want to say master, he had moved past the whole serving dark lord thing. He was his leader, and Graug needed leaders to function. So if the woman were to remove Serg from the equation he'd have to murder her very badly. The monster hovered above the woman his massive shadow casting down on her.

"Touch... again... I eat... you... Alive." He made his words as clear as he could to the woman then looked over to the wookie at the other end of the table.

Serg hired him on the spot so the Graug looked over to the captain and almost frowned.

"Hire... anyone.. I..... guess." Gruk snarled a bit but would respect his captain wishes even if it was to shelter a disgusting Wookie.

[member="Camori Fenn"] [member="Chee Saren"] [member="Rika Anor"] [member="Tartatha"] [member="Marius"] [member="Sunny"] [member="Serg Leone"]

 

[Sunny]

Sunny flashed Serg another of her trademark mischievous grins as he figured out the secret of the Polydroxols. They weren't exactly common it was true, but they were easier than some species. They were unknown enough that people tended to give them a bit of respect, and had the added bonus of her not having to have a smart program that would track wounds and predict blood splatter and the like, since Poly's were fine right up until they were not.

But how does it work? you ask. Sure she has the belt. Sure she did the echolocation bit, but a belt on the waist of someone on another person lap.. Holograms are, in the most basic of terms, light, right? There must be some angles that are cut off, some places where the holograms should flicker or cut out as the direct line of sight is cut off right? That just makes sense, and we are all one hundred percent about the realism I am sure!

If one had the correct sensors, you would pick up two small devices, about the size of the top joint of the average humans thumb located in roughly the middle of each Polydroxols head. Smaller hologram emitters, slaved to the belt. To be that small, their battery power and range wasn't that great, but to prolong battery life instead of being the primary emitter, they were more like spot emitters. The echolocation had identified areas that were constantly updated as the main belt moved were the hologram would flicker or fail and in these places the smaller emitters kicked in.

I bet you thought I was just going to lol-magic in some tech didn't you? Ha, nope, look forward to many more how-she-dunnits! Just don't ask me how magnets work.

Back to the moment. The intention had obviously been to make it look like there was more muscle immediately on hand then there was. To discourage any more aggression against them. As more existing crew and hopeful crew drew near however, it became clear that this had largely been unnecessary. One might have been surprised that Sunny had not done anything when the Twi'lek came with the knife, or the larger male Wookiee approached, but again, emotional telepathy. She could be fooled of course. There were some, particularly career assassins, bounty hunters and the like, who could walk up and murder a man without feeling any strong emotion at all, but these were few and far between.

In any case, the Zeltron was getting more pleased by the moment. She liked having people around, and it looked as if Serg had every intention of having a decent sized crew. Gruk, Chee, Rika. As the names were said she filed them away. After all, she was going to be in an enclosed space for an indeterminate amount of time with these people who's overall emotional stability would have a fairly large bearing on her own.

Oh! Right!

"I'm Sunny."

She added, with a beaming grin at the newcomers. Introductions and all that. She'd forgotten. Quite frankly when you had a gaggle of Zeltrons in one spot names were rarely their priority. She was getting better about it though.

[member="Gruk"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Camori Fenn"] [member="Chee Saren"] [member="Rika Anor"] [member="Tartatha"] [member="Marius"]

 

[Marius]

It seemed that the Captain already had a crew and was not simply starting fresh, as he realized that the obnoxious being with an axe, which was called Gruk, listened to the captain's orders. It was quite unhappy at Marius' presence considering the insult and looks it was throwing the Mandalorian. In return, the Teresman simply stood leaning on the wall and observing the crew silently. There was no reason for him to talk, he preferred his solitutude rather than the company of pirates and criminals.

The captain was back on enjoying himself with the holographic prodigy on his lap and the weird holographic projections beside him. Possibly without his helmet's sensors, Marius wouldn't be able to make them out as non-real. Whatever her whole deal was, it was confusing. Even worse. It was mysterious. The unknown was always troubling for a man who has spent all of his life as a warrior in battles. Maybe the Mandalorian should keep his eyes more open around her presence.

Others of the captain's crew joined him at the table while he was hiring the Wookie that earlier had been pointing his bowcaster towards the Captain. It did not matter much to the captain considering how easily he accepted the wookie in his crew. Which was an action, that by the looks of it, aggrevated axe-wielding Gruk. Or maybe that was the being's common facial expression and mood. Marius did not know but certainly he did not like the bloodthirst it emanated. That bloodthirst was what both Gruk and the eccentric Captain had in common. Just a few moments ago, Marius had noticed it.

The rest of the crew that had joined were two twi'leks. Marius had heard about such a race from his fellow Mandalorians. Little he understood about the long tentacles, called lekku, that hung from their heads. He once had overheard fellow Mandalorians speaking of its importance. What could that importance be, Marius did not know nor did he care much. What the Mandalorian had noticed was that the female Twi'lek had one of her lekku prostethic. That same Twi'lek also seemed to mock the group the captain had just recruited and was babbling about something dying inside the captain. If he wasn't in a possible death threatening situation, Marius would have probably fallen asleep.
The male Twi'lek seemed much more composed and capable of using his brains considering his more sophisticated way of talking and more normal behavior. Probably the wits behind the crew. The captain had adressed them as Rika and Chee. Marius guessed that Chee would be the male and Rika the female.


Afterwards came a blue-skinned near-human, a race Marius did not know or heard about. Her direct attitude resembled the behavior demonstrated by the female Twi'lek moments ago. She was apparently a candidate for the crew considering what she told the blonde captain.
This crew seemed getting more and more doses of recklesness. He would be surprised if they just decided to blow up the cantina just for the sport. Unpredictable and dangerous was what Marius would describe them.

Suddenly out of nowhere, the purple-skinned near human had introduced her name. Sunny. Easy to remember. She had probably believed it was time for some introductions considering the throwing of names here and there. Marius was not really interested in doing such. They would go for Mando or Mandalorian unless they asked directly for a name. Then he would think about it. Marius believed names had powers.


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[member="Gruk"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Chee Saren"] [member="Camori Fenn"] [member="Rika Anor"] [member="Tartatha"] [member="Sunny"]

 

[Bethany Tal'verda]

The captain was a strange man, many of the things she had been doing well... hopefully she would one day be able to find out what drove him but standing there the pirte was more then happy in the corset and bandana. Hair in dreads partially and she was trying to look the best like Zandra she could with a grin on her face seeing some of the others. Avoiding contact with them and not getting herself into a situation to touch or be touched she could still partake of the party and excitement that came from it. Just in excessive moderation as the captain would want or some of the other tal'verda's.

 

[Camori Fenn]

"A job" she replied bluntly, trying her hardest not to wince at the overwhelming smell of alcohol on his breath. she did note, however, how unusually pristine the captain's teeth were, given his outward appearance.

"I can shoot, and that skill seems important in a field like yours. and I know how not to get shot." adding silently, "but with the wookiees and that... thing- here too, I doubt I'd be a main target..."

As she looked around at the rest of the captain's prospects, a wholly foreign scent hit her nose. unlike the reek of the cantina, this scent was indefinably pleasant. as she eyed the crew members, she quickly found the source. a Zeltron female, around the same age as her eyeing the crowd with the same expression as Camori's. She wondered hopefully this was the source of the captain's... sunny demeanor.

 

[Alleycat]

Rika peered up at [member="Gruk"] with a pair of sea green orbs as he stood intimidatingly over her to make his point, then she flashed him a wryly smile.

"No need to get all huffy, big guy. Have a drink and relax. I was only giving our lovable captain grief, which he hired me to do," she winked at [member="Serg Leone"], then faced the others at the table.

"… but fair warning to the next soul that doesn't take care of their business in the fresher properly. I get even."

With that said, the orange-hued Twi'lek downed another drink that happened to be in front of her, then sat back in a casual way with her lekku twitching thoughtfully about her shoulder as she checked over the newly hired crew. Well could be worst Rika supposed.


[member="Camori Fenn"] [member="Bethany Tal'verda"] @Marius @Sunny @Tartatha