Public Shadow of the Mirror [Darkwire, Kelada]

[Darkwire Cultist]

Lorana's Labyrinth
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The wasteland of Kelada began in the time of the Clone Wars, and the 800 years since have done little change its appearances or culture. Though, in that time it still had areas of natural forests kept separate from the refuse of factories and refineries, it had only gotten smaller in the detritus of the 400 Year Darkness. Once the Corporate Authorities of Denon extended its influence to Quarzite and the neighboring space, what little wildlife remained on Kelada was doomed, pre-destined to be eaten up by the discipline of powerful hungry tyrants with deep unpleasant pockets.

Lorana's Labyrinth was a Cantina on Kelada, in the time of the empire, where the criminal rats scurrying in the dirt of their wasteful destructive opulence congregated together. It now served a similar purpose, so many centuries later, to serve as a new rat nest living in the undergrowth of a Corporate Cancer in the galaxy. Reconstituted, and refurbished, smugglers, gangs, mercenaries, bounty hunters, and Shadowrunners now became the common patron of this mirror fun house.

With the troubles currently ailing the Darkwire Network, their reputation taking a significant blow to duplicitous plots from an unknown enemy, many within the criminal organization saw it as high time to get together and get their stories straight. Some would come for this purpose, others simply looking for the next job, and more still simply there to take a drink. For whatever their purpose coming here was, they would be met with a peculiar bartender.

<Pick your poison,> The large ursine creature would say to its patron, sporting the white fur of the unusual Beorni, somehow deftly cleaning a glass with a rag delicately in its too large hands. His name, or at least the one he told his patrons, was simply Bo. He did not speak of where he came from, what he was, or how he came to own Lorana's Labyrinth, and few patrons really cared about all that. He provided a service, and kept the Corpos off of everyone's back.

And that's a good thing for everyone...

Spoiler: Bo

Spoiler: Tag List

Airal Thamne
Aren D'Shade
Brie Jaxx
Cartri Keswoll
Cassus Akovin
Chelara "Chel" DuCote
Chloe Santhe
Daiya
Extari Kanos
Gray Venasir
Hacks
Haden Del
Rook.the.slicer
Shira Varanin
Spark
Venku Bralor
Xan Deesa

 

[Yula Perl]

“Uhh…Tatooine Sunrise.”

Yula gave the bartender a polite smile, though her eyes lingered on his massive form a little longer than was considered to be polite. Given his cocked eyebrow, the Beorni had likely noticed.

Yula chuckled sheepishly, one hand rubbing at the back of her neck. “Sorry, sorry. You look…familiar is all. A bit.” She recalled seeing ursine sentients of similar stature on Midvinter, but it had been a while since she’d traveled to the world of ice and snow. Besides, she’d forgotten what they’d been called. After a moment of straining to remember, she shook her head in apology.

“Very well.” The bartender chuckled, low and rumbling. “I can’t say I get that a lot.” He slid the drink across the counter to her with impeccable care. The Zeltron took a cursory sip, let out a small noise of approval and placed the appropriate credits on the counter. Sliding further down the bar, she seated herself with her glass while taking in the other patrons.

Rough crowd, but coming from the Outer Rim she was used to the odd mix of smugglers, criminals, spacers, bounty hunters and the like. At home in it, even. Far from Terminus, Yula was crossing her way over to Zeltros, then perhaps Commenor. Given everything that had happened to her family—Nida’s betrayal and Kyra’s…whatever she was doing—Yula felt that it was time to return home. She hadn’t heard much from her mother, aside from some short words stewed in tension and masked anger.

Kelada was just a stop in her journey, but maybe she could earn a few credits while she was here.

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

"Beer," grunted Xandyr.

After the colourful cocktail it was a decidedly plain drink. After watching the beorni assemble the cocktail with his massive paws, Xandyr had actually been tempted to order a cocktail just to watch him mix again.

Xandyr actually had a job. The face of his job was both on a puck slid into his belt and on the trandoshan sitting four tables back from the bar. Xandyr wouldn't make a move here. It was not the kind of bar where you drew a weapon. Not unless you wanted to return to the Force in a slow and painful manner.

The redhead gave a sigh as he leaned over his drink, one he would probably nurse until it was too warm and flat to finish. He was becoming increasingly disillusioned with his life out here.

He had been a special operative for the Alliance once, hence the hitech arm and implants. When everyone had fallen apart he had vowed to never serve Force Users again. The Jedi and Sith seemed intent on destroying the galaxy with their religious wars.

Yet he hadn't made much of a difference. Job to job, whether it was for the Darkwire or a private bounty, was just keeping enough fuel in his ship and food in his belly. The former tended to come before the latter. At times he had felt and looked stretched thin.

"You've been to Midwinter?" he asked Yula Perl

 

[Daiya]

"I'll take a Meltdown," the chipper girl said as she hopped onto to the bar stool.

The large bartender crossed the small confines behind the bar counter, delicately squeezing his furry body around obstacles with practiced moves. He hunched down at Daiya, bobbing his ursine head up and down rapidly as he closed the gap between them, sniffing with his big, wet nose. She pulled back as the Beorni's head approached her, leaning away from the bartender's quick movements, unsure of what was going on. Then the bartender straightened up, still looking down at her, and removed his reflective sunglasses. "I don't think you're old enough for that, little pup. How about a fizzyglug instead? I've got Original, Muja fruit, Meiloorun..."

Fizzyglug? Eww, gross. She crinkled her nose at the thought, then glanced around, her eyes seeking the familiar form of her hairy companion. The teen had parted ways with the Wookiee when they entered the tavern, and she was sure she had taken the fastest route to the bar counter, but the mirrors were confusing here. Tawrro could have beaten her, and headed off the bar staff before she got there. A vile-tasting drink like fizzyglug would be just his idea of a funny prank on her, too!

Nope, no Tawrro in sight.

"You want to make me a Meltdown," Daiya offered, staring intently into the bartender's eyes. She tried putting all her focus on him. Sometimes when she did that, the being wound up agreeing with her. To the girl, it felt like days passed as she stared into the endless eyes of the Beorni. He watched her back, curious at first and then his eyes twinkled with a glimmer. Daiya blinked away, sitting back up and watching the bartender eagerly for signs that he was willing now.

But the bear just chuckled, and replaced his glasses. "You're a spirited one. I think I have just the thing."

Daiya folded her arms as the bartender turned away to work on...whatever it was he had in mind. Clearly her trick hadn't worked. She thought it had worked before, the girl knew Force wizards like the Jedi could do things like that. Maybe she was just kidding herself about past successes anyway. No, it was better not to mess with that Force stuff.

"Here you go."

The bartender deftly placed a tall can in front of her before he wandered off again. Daiya picked it up, inspecting the beverage. It had a bright red and black design, featuring a starfighter and the name Death Star Destruction. Well, at least the name wasn't as bad as fizzyglug. If she had to admit it, it was pretty punk.

She took an experimental sip. It had a strong punch that hit her immediately, flavors bursting on her tongue in a whirlwind. They were too intense to pick out, unapologetic about their simultaneous arrival. There was probably no alcohol in the drink, but it had a kick like caf did after a few cups. Daiya grinned at the results, not so sad about her Meltdown anymore.

A few chairs over, Daiya spotted Xandyr, the rifleman she had once teamed up with to break into —and then out of again— a vault. He was talking to a woman, whose pink skin loudly announced her as a Zeltron. The teen's eyes lit up, she hadn't met many Zeltrons before. And being a girl, Daiya figured it was safe for her to chat one up. It was a good thing Tawrro, who had no such protection, wasn't here now.

"I love all the mirrors in here," the teen said as she dropped into a chair next to the Zeltron lady. Daiya glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, nodding after a moment to Xandyr as well. "It's a great place for people watching, don't you think?"

Yula Perl Xandyr Carrick​

 

[Yula Perl]

Green eyes flicked in the direction of the voice that had addressed her. She hadn’t expected anyone aside from the bear-tender to know of the icy planet nestled at the galaxy’s edge, but perhaps the galaxy itself was smaller than she’d thought.

Slowly, Yula nodded. “I have—a long time ago.” She hadn’t been since she had split from her ex, a Midvinter native. She drowned a sad smile with a long sip of her drink before leaning with her back against the bar, both arms spread to rest on the counter. “What about you, stranger?”

Suddenly, a literal child seated herself in the stool to Yula immediate left. The Zeltron looked amused, but didn’t comment on the girl’s age. After all, she wasn’t privy to the drinking age on Kelada. “If that’s your thing.” She took another sip of her drink. “And it is my thing.” Offering the girl a toothy grin, she sized the blonde up.

“How’s your Meltdown?”

Xandyr Carrick | Daiya

 

[Kayûm Kratha]

Kayûm slunk into the cantina, walking as if always being followed, as the kitty does. The information broker that she was told her to watch all the crowds- despite not really needing to.

She followed those off by usually trustworthy instincts and eyes up the crowd. Her eyebrows raised a fraction when she noticed a child sitting down to a drink. The first time she had drunk was... less than a year ago. But that was due to being locked up on Felacat.

Kayûm didn't actually know the appropriate age to start drinking- but she was pretty sure it wasn’t that. She didn’t comment though. Glancing around, she could spot many she knew of; they didn’t know of her, but she knew much about them.

Slinking you’re to the bar, she took a seat on one of the stools. Her tail laid peacefully on her lap, though if she was attacked, it could hit where it hurt. A small satchel hung inconspicuously at her side- though if anyone made a grab for the contents, consider then dead.

The bartender seemed to be some sort of bear, which due to being a cat, made her slightly uneasy. Though that was just the kitty part of her, she had no prejudice of this person and smiled at him when he came over. Her fangs must have flashed in the light for he let out a small chuckle.

“And what would the lovely woman with the fangs like to drink?”

Kayûm cracked a genuine smile, the beorni was a nice sounding fellow,” Antakarian Fire Dancer, Thank you.”

The bartender raised a brow. The drink she requested was one of the most alcohol-filled drinks that a bar can serve. The only people who drank them were the ones who wanted to get wasted fast. Kayûm smiled innocently- Felacat’s had an immunity to quite a few drugs, and alcohol was one of them. "Ok then." Apparently the bartender didn't see her as the type to get drunk but would get what the customer likes.

The Beorni slid the drink across the bar and Kayum caught it and took a large swing. The Golden drink, true to its name, danced in her throat. She let out a small chuckle which the bartender echoed.

The Beorni moved on to the next customer and Kayum was left with her drink. Lounging, her thoughts wandered. Kayum had only been part of Darkwire for a few cycles and still didn't know what to really do. Eavesdropping was the way to go then.

The person on the other side of the child spoke, asking whether the blond was enjoying her meltdown.

Ah, so a meltdown. That is somewhat a relief.

It didn't sit right that someone so young would be drinking alcohol, so she was glad that it wasn't the case. The meltdown, on the other hand, is a great non-alcoholic choice; Although, any drink had no effect on Kayum, which was a bonus. She leaned back and took another gulp, prepared to listen more.

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

"Hello @Daiya," said Xandyr.

"Yes...watching people..." he continued quietly. He cast a glance out of the corner of his eye towards the table with his mark. Still there enjoying his drink. Xandyr didn't really want any attention drawn to how easy it was to watch people here.

"And here I was..." he addressed the Zeltron, "...trying to seem interesting by hearing of Midwinter and you've actually been to the planet."

With his bounty in the same bar and the arrival of Daiya he missed the cues that this was not a happy memory for the Zeltron.

"To be honest all I know is that it is cold and is where the Beorni come from," Xandyr added with a shrug.

Yula Perl Kayûm Kratha

 

[Marimax Mortui]

Walking into the cantina, quickly assessing the other patrons before fully committing himself deeper into this establishment, the Mandalorian wanted to eyeball every possible angle and scenario quickly presented to him. The former Bounty Hunter, well only former until a contract worthy of his time was to high to pass up, had learned long ago what appeared on the surfaces of faces was only a disguise that hid the true hearts and natures of individuals. In other words, it was all about reading body languages.

Satisfied with the results bearing his quick review of the patrons, he moved toward the bar itself with long, crisp strides. He was a tall figure, muscular and frightfully imposing; but today he was here to seek a job, or a contract or if worst case, a few drinks. Marimax was a man with refined tastes when it comes to alcoholic beverages. He was far from being an alcoholic, least that's what he reminded himself, he simply knew how to properly and religiously sate his thirsts.

"Wretched Rancor," he ordered, never taking his eyes off the bartender. Marimax had seen much of the known galaxy through his previous career and his most recent lot in life, bearing witness to many interesting, odd, and freakish species; but his yellow eyes had never laid themselves upon something as powerful as this being. The glass, filled with what could only be described as a putrid green, was placed before the newcomer, and in exchange a few credit chips graced the bar's counter top.

Taking his drink, a powerful concoction rumored to be a product from Dathomir itself, he moved through the cantina in search of two things. First, a reasonable place to sit and drink. He was a loner by trait, though on occasions when it proved to be both beneficial and profitable he worked with others; usually not well but the results lent him a positive reputation to those that mattered. Finding a seat, he sat down placing his feet on the table whilst he leaned back into a state of comfort.

The second, naturally, was work. He was a pirate, smuggler, bounty hunter, mercenary, or whatever the contract needed. He was an outlaw, no doubts about it, but he knew the game and he knew it well. Drink in hand, once again his eyes roamed the establishment. Perhaps, on the off chance luck was on his side, there was a posted bounty via the Guild mucking about thinking his hide was safe here from being skinned. Quickly, he pushed away the notion turning his focus to his drink. "Bottoms up," he whispered under his breath before that harsh, unmistakable flavor sent his taste buds into a culture shock.

 

[Daiya]

Daiya grinned as the Zeltron woman took her opening line well. That was always a good sign, sizing up a potential contact and easing into a conversation with them was one of the girl's talents. Blue eyes watched her new companion as the girl took another sip of the energy drink she had been served, momentarily reeling at the kick of the beverage. Hearing something else from the pink-skinned lady next to her, this time a question, Daiya held up the can to illustrate her answer.

"Foiled," she said plainly, and set the can down close to the woman for her inspection. No disdain in her voice, just a wry observation instead. Behind the words, a small grin played at the edges of her mouth, threatening to betray the amusement of the teen over her failed ploy today. "If you've been to Midvinter, do you know if Beorni have any superpowers in their nose? 'Cause he sure sniffed out my bluff pretty fast."

"Hey Xandyr," Daiya added cheerily as the rifleman greeted her from the other side of the Zeltron. She was aware the woman was sizing her up, and the girl didn't much mind. Her grin blossomed into a smile now, flashing it at Xandyr and the pretty lady inbetween them. "And I guess you don't even have to be a Beorni to sniff out this one," she remarked to the woman. "I'm Daiya, as Xandyr here blabbed."

The girl giggled a little, before realizing the other woman wasn't in as much of an elated mood. Moody was a better description of the Zeltron, and Daiya let herself go quiet. It wasn't an unusual type to find in a bar, but the social recluse types generally found their way to a dark corner in a crowded social area like this.

Staying at the bar counter probably meant she wanted to be bothered, just the right type of bothered. Daiya let her gaze sweep out over the night's crowd, noting the entrance of an adventurous feline woman and a rustic-type man who was definitely more of the social recluse, before settling back on the Zeltron. "See anyone interesting enough yet?"

Yula Perl Xandyr Carrick Kayûm Kratha Marimax Lacroix​

 

[Darkwire Maestro]

Spoiler: Appearance

Rhé needed a karkin' break.

For all of her ambitions and desires, for all of her duties and responsibilities, there still came a point where she just couldn't keep up with everything around her. The executive assistant was well aware that she had created all of her own stress. Sure, her boss was overbearing and her charge was a handful. But she had taken on the job and she had taken on the nurturing of a young teen. She could blame no one else for her strenuous lifestyle.

But she was warranted a break every now and then. Right? Zo'i was busy traveling on a job that she had been assigned by Luminous. Now that the Zeltron girl was becoming more dependable, Luminous was testing the girl more and more, especially her independence. Luminous Sun herself was touring a new Holocast studio being developed on Loronar. That sort of public appearance wasn't really what Sun had in mind for Rhé to do, but there wasn't anything else pressing. She'd asked for a personal day and the DireX obliged.

She felt guilty for taking time off though. The job? Not so much. But she missed Zo'i, even though they had just been together two nights ago. Rhé had never thought of the girl as a burden. She had been overjoyed to have another chance parenthood. When the two had first met on Terminus, the former assistant of Sabosen'tir'inrokini had been reeling from the loss of a relationship and a family that could have been. Zo'i had been the final piece of motivation that Rhé needed to move on. Maybe even try again. And while Zo'i was a handful, the Zeltron girl was her handful. And she was proud and protective and loved the girl. Even if she had trouble expressing all of that.

For the time being, all of her responsibilities were absent, which meant a casual evening in a cantina where no one knew her. Kelada was so out of the way that there was no chance she would come across someone she would know from work. And that was the idea. While she put on the essence of beauty for all of her functions, she needed the time to dress down and not concern herself so much with the pampering. Her evening would be more successful if no one she knew saw her without her face on.

Strolling in, she walked up to the bar and waited passively for the Beorni to come to her. Upon being asked her choice of drink, she responded simply. Her dark sunglasses remained on her face despite the dim lights. "Lorrdian gin with gojaberry juice, please." The bartender nodded, mixing her cocktail and Rhé took a seat at the surprisingly crowded bar, setting down her handbag.

Yula Perl | Xandyr Carrick | Daiya | Kayûm Kratha | Marimax Lacroix​

 

[Yula Perl]

Of all the potential topics that could’ve come up in a place like this, Midvinter had been pretty low on the list. It’s denizens weren’t as far-flung as species from the Core and the Colonies. It wasn’t unusual to find a Zeltron in most places; Beorni were a far rarer sight.

She laughed heartily at the girl’s comment about the bear-folk having superpowers. “Now that, I do not know. Wouldn’t surprise me if they did, right?” For her planet-hopping, Yula was woefully inept with knowledge of Midvinter’s most solemn entities.

“Nice to meet you Daiya. And Xandyr.” She gestured to the redhead with her drink by way of greeting. “Yula. On my way to Zeltros to visit family, but I can never resist a good dive.”

Leaning back in her seat, the Zeltron hummed into her drink. “One or two. She looks interesting.” Her chin tilted towards the feline woman at the bar enjoying her drink. “Like she can hold her liquor. Him, too.” Head tilting to the side, her gaze swept over an intense-looking man who was putting in his order with the Beorni. “Carries himself like a soldier.”

Yula idly swirled her drink and turned back to Daiya and Xandyr. “What do you think?”

As they were musing, a lovely blonde strolled in and made her way to the bar. Yula glanced her over, noting the stylish handbag, recalling that her mother owned something similar.

Daiya | Xandyr Carrick | Kayûm Kratha | Marimax Lacroix | Darkwire Maestro

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

"Is this a good dive?" Xandyr mused of Yula's question. If she was heading to Zeltros then surely this couldn't rank that highly.

The beorni behind the bar swung it's maw in his direction rather sharply, clearly hearing his question.

"Yeah it's a great place," he hissed very quickly, trying to shake the mental image of the barkeep dragging him over the bar and mauling him to death.

Apparently they were now looking around at everyone in the bar and making comment. It was the exact opposite of what he wanted to be doing, given that he was actually watching his bounty very carefully.

Xandyr hadn't watched his bounty carefully enough. He was about to answer Yula's question when he was poked sharply in the back. A Nautolan with some very torn headtails was standing behind him.

"My friend over there thinks you're a registered bounty hunter and that you're following him," said the Nautolan. He had one hand resting lightly on the blaster at his hip. His other hand waved towards the trandoshan.

"No, no," Xandyr replied, waving his hands defensively. "Just here having a drink with my friends..." he tried.

The Nautolan did not look convinced. The trandoshan and his accomplices stood up.

 

[Helena]

"Whiskey. Double. On the rocks."

It was simple. Straight to the point. And hopefully they had something other than the well whiskey they usually reserved for mixers. Crossing one leg over the other she leaned back in the chair and surveyed the room - just int time to see a small group of patrons rise to their feet. Her drink had come quickly, the sharp taste of liquor and smoke threatening to make her eyes water at first sip. Pressing a small device at her collar she turned down the tunes she'd been playing through her cybernetic aural implants.

"Now this looks interesting." she mused to noone in particular, taking another long sip from her whiskey glass.

Helena hadn't come to this dive in particular for entertainment's sake but it looked as if things were about to go that way. She eyed the Trandoshan and his posse as they postured, her gaze falling to their waists. Immediately she noticed small tells - a vibroblade there, a blaster hidden beneath the bulk of a heavier vest. Oh, things are going to get interesting indeed. Her own hand drifted loosely to her own waist, a small blaster tucked there. She wasn't one to get involved in other people's business but she also wasn't trying to get fleeced.

Xandyr Carrick | Yula Perl | Darkwire Maestro | Daiya | Marimax Lacroix | Kayûm Kratha | Darkwire Cultist​

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

Helena Yula Perl Daiya Marimax Lacroix

It was the slightest flex. The squeeze of the nautolan's fingers around the handle of his blaster. He was going to shoot Xandyr.

Xandyr moved quickly. He grabbed the nautolan's forearm, stopping him from drawing the blaster. It put them into something of a deadlock, but one Xandyr aimed to end quickly.

The nautolan yelped as Xandyr used his other hand to grab a headtail. Xandyr dropped to the floor, pulling the screaming nautlan with him. The screams stopped when the nautrolan's forehead struck the bar.

Xandyr shoved the limp nautolan away and stood up. The trandoshans all drew their weapons.

"Oops."

Xandyr vaulted over the bar to take cover before they could gun him down. He thought he would be safe for a moment, but the beorni behind the bar growled out a deep: "Nope."

Xandyr felt the beorni's paw against his back, felt the claws dig in.

"No, no, no!" he protested, but to no avail. He was lifted from behind the bar and suddenly was flying through the air.

Xandyr struck a table, a chair and then rolled into a mirror. All three items were broken by the impact. Xandyr thought he was also broken a little bit too. The beorni brushed his paws together and pressed a button on the bar, blast screens shot up to isolate him from the rest of the bar.

Xandyr managed to make it to his feet just in time for a trandoshan to charge him down, wrap its claws around his neck and to lift him bodily into the mirror. The glass cracked even more.

"Don't...suppose...we...could talk?"

 

[Marimax Mortui]

His yellow eyes became transfixed on the newly arrived woman carrying a handbag. He was unsure of the contents concealed within, but he knew enough that a pretty woman, a handbag, and a seedy establishment like this was a recipe for dark transactions; the sort of business he found himself entangled in. But she was mot his concern, or a potential contractor from whom he could barter a job with. With a slight shrug, he turned to his drink frowning at the containers lack of liquid. He needed a second drink and as he pushed away from the table, he began to consider getting drunk tonight was going to happen.

Strolling through the cantina, which now seemed to be growing heavier with more traffic, he sensed trouble was on the horizon. He didn't possess the sorcery some called the Force, which he was grateful for. He hated Force users, they were simple annoying pests that frequently buzzed around the honey pots of the galaxy; always mucking up profits with their wars and politics. No, what he possessed was that sixth sense from living a life of chaos and survival. Regardless, whatever was brewing, like that pretty woman with the handbag, was not of his concern.

The moment he reached the bar, that trouble he cast away as 'not my problem' became a problem.

In a flash, all hell broke loose. A man dove over the bar and that said man was then tossed back over the bar by the burly and ferocious bartender. Several Trandos rose to aid a weather beaten Nautolan. Marimax was many things. Marimax held many codes and philosophies that put the perception of others upon him as self-centered. Everything practically said or described about the Mando was true in one aspect or another, but in spite of all this; he believed in a fair fight. And what was transpiring before him was anything but.

When it came to the art of gunslinging, Marimax was a magician. One second both of his hands where empty, and the next as if pulling a pair of trick cards from his sleeves to awe an audience with slight of hands, he held his twin blasters Trauma and Blackout. The lightness of the pistols made it easy to swing and draw down on targets, and coupling that with the deadly laser sighting; the gunslinger went to work. This wasn't his fight, so his life was not on the line yet so for now he opted for disarming and maiming over down right killing. Two consecutive BOOMS went off, one ripping off both the hand and blaster from one Trando; while the other shot relocated the lower right leg of another. Both reptiles went down screaming. With a cold sinister smile, he moved his weapons back and forth between the remaining Trandos before saying, "Two things ARE going to happen. The first, those two are going to settle their differences uninterrupted. The second, one of you reptiles is going to buy me a drink."


Xandyr Carrick / Helena / Yula Perl / Daiya

 

[Daiya]

Daiya grinned when the woman laughed at her question, and giggled at the her remark. It was as if they shared some private joke, or a hidden camaraderie. The girl felt more relaxed than she would have with the alcohol to begin with, already enjoying the company of the Zeltron woman, Yula.

As Yula surveyed the bar, the girl found herself mirroring the woman's relaxed pose. Her back against the bar, arms resting against the counter, only holding her poise enough to keep from tipping her drink over behind her. Daiya followed Yula's assessments of the catty woman and the soldier with yellow eyes. Eyes that made a chill run down her spine. There was nothing good about that soldier, and the teen had to close her eyes in order to look away.

"That soldier is going to be trouble," Daiya rasped under her breath, turning around to grab her can of Death Star Destruction and take a drink. She cleared her throat gently, rolling muscles over the flesh that had gone suddenly dry. Whatever feeling that had been, it was an unpleasant one. The teen took a glance at the other being, and found it easier to look away this time.

Beside them, Xandyr was talking with a couple of meaty-looking patrons who had approached him. His business for the day? The girl shrugged, she didn't know the rifleman very well, only that he was a good shot and reliable enough in a pinch. She was more preoccupied with the exercise she and Yula were engaged with.

The feline was nothing special, Daiya decided. As cute as they were from a distance, the full-size cats she had run into so far were too full of themselves. "And cat lady is just showing off. Her order sounds good, but it's just a code. I'll bet she's just here to meet a contact."

Daiya tossed her blonde head slightly at the new arrival, a woman with a purse who seemed to bear the weight of the galaxy on her slender shoulders. The teen squinted, as if the woman was familiar to her, but shook her head away and turned back to Yula. "Like that one, maybe? She looks like she's doing a chit job of keeping a low prof—"

"—WHOA!" The girl's eyes were drawn to the scuffle between Xandyr and his new companions, who were clearly not friends. Friends didn't usually great each other with drawn weapons where she came from, anyway. Daiya hopped off her stool as Xandyr hopped over his and vaulted the bar counter, only to be unceremoniously hauled back the other way by the Beorni, whose gentle demeanor had now evolved into a bristling picture of danger.

By now, Daiya had her blaster drawn and her cover picked behind the table previously occupied by the soldier with the scary yellow eyes. She watched as the soldier himself entered the scene in a fiery manner, twice. The young shadowrunner wasn't quite sure where he was going to turn his twin blasters next, on the other Trandoshan? On Xandyr? On her?

She kept her options open, leaving the blaster loosely pointed in the direction of the fight. Instead, the teen focused on the known quantities, namely the injured rifleman standing next to the cracked mirror. "You alright, Xandyr?"

Yula Perl Xandyr Carrick Kayûm Kratha Marimax Lacroix Darkwire Maestro Helena​

 

[Yula Perl]

While people-watching with Daiya , Yula had noticed Xandyr Carrick talking with a few other bar patrons from the corner of her eye. She didn’t pay enough attention to gauge the situation, though. The next thing she knew, the redhead had hurdled himself over the bar counter only to be tossed back by the hulking bartender. The poor man crashed into several pieces of cheap bar furnishings before rolling to a stop.

“Huh.”

The Zeltron winced and ducked away from the bar at the same time Daiya had, withdrawing a pair of blasters and taking aim at the reptilian that had Xandyr in his clutches. Her finger had just brushed the trigger when two rounds echoed off of the blast shields and both lizards went down screaming. Her gaze snapped to the mysterious soldier, the one Daiya had said would be trouble. In her periphery, she saw Daiya make her way towards Xandyr. “Kid, you alright?” She called out, hoping that the girl hadn’t been injured in the crossfire. While she spoke, her attention was still on the soldier who’d shot.

“Fancy shooting. Like an Underground smuggler.” Her grandfather was a quickdraw, and Yula was equal parts impressed and concerned at what had just happened. Zef Halo didn’t get to be a cranky old man by being a poor shot, that’s for sure.

Still keeping the soldier in her sights, she inched towards the unconscious Nautolan and nudged him with her boot.

She kept her blasters up, waiting to see what the injured Trandoshans would do. Their kind were not known for being passive or submissive.

“What do you guys want with the redhead, anyhow?”

Daiya | Xandyr Carrick | Marimax Lacroix | Kayûm Kratha | Helena | Darkwire Maestro

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

Settle their differences? Settle their differences?

Xandyr was still being gripped around the throat. The gunslinger had happily gunned down the trandoshan's crew and them made this seem to be some kind of honour duel.

"I would...have been...Happy...for you to shoot...this one...too!" Xandyr hissed as the trandoshan decided to continue squeezing the life out of him.

Fine then.

Xandyr squeezed the trandoshan's wrist with his artifical arm until something snapped. As his feet touched the floor he exploded upwards, throwing both his arms up and out the break the hold. His head snapped forwards, catching the trandoshan in the middle of the face and dropping him. He gave him another kick for good measure.

Xandyr stumbled back against the mirror, which let out another pleasant little song of shattering glass. He rubbed his throat with his real hand. Every piece of his body that was still real was screaming for attention.

Pulled a small puck from his belt, Xandyr projected a blue image of the trandoshan at his feet.

"My...bounty..." he croaked.

 

[Deryn Kaaldos]

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As those faded, waning words were uttered by the Trandoshan, Deryn "Scarbrand" Kaaldos would enter this fine, cantina. The weight of his power armor clanged against the floor. It was a wonder the tiles did not crack underneath the weight. The bounty hunter would walk over the bodies of the fallen Trandoshans, giving them a curious glance, as if to wonder what had occured prior to his arrival. As the glowing eyes of his helmet worked its way around the cantina, piecing together what had happened. However, seeing the bounty puck in Xandyr's hand, he would come to understand. The "Zabrak" would give him a silent salute before moving onto the counter.

He climbed up the small steps that lead up to the barside with a bounce to his step. Clearly, Scarbrand was excited for a night of drinking. He had just finished on a few bounties, turned them in. Now they were being unloaded from his ship, the Warhawk. Until then, it was time to celebrate. He approached the bar, his fingers rapping on the edge causing clicking sounds from metal meeting the varnished ceramics. He beckoned the large ursine bartender with a wave, still not speaking.

"Pick your poison," The bartender said, as if not having just thrown a man several feet to be killed by Trandoshans. The bounty hunter would rest his chin on the palm of his hand, leaning on the counter in contemplation. It took a solid five minutes of thought before he arrived at an answer. Surely, someone wearing such powerful power-armor would only have the strongest thing they have!

"I would like a- AHEM...... Strawberry Daiquiri please." He asked politely, trying his best to not sound like a monster. This caused the bartender to raise his very hairy eyebrow. assuming bears have eyebrows

"Okay...."

"Thank you."

Xandyr Carrick | Daiya | Marimax Lacroix | Kayûm Kratha | Yula Perl | Helena | Darkwire Maestro ​

 

[Kayûm Kratha]

Kayum had long since finished her drink and glanced around the bar, relieved that there was no excitement happening anywhere. Having JUST escaped an angry mob a few days ago, a rest was a relief. Now all in needed was some catnip- which this bar didn't serve. A shame.

Then chaos broke out and some trandoshions came and started hurling a red-headed dude around. The noise startled Kayum and she had to force her anxiety to lower some- it would be detrimental to accidentally turn into a giant cat and then be naked in front of everyone. Awkward to say the least.

The red-head tried to jump behind the bar- inwhich the lovely bartender threw him out, and in turn knocking over her new drink, pouring it all over herself. She jumped up- cursing as the drink soaked into her clothes.

Ugh- kitty and water BAD IDEA!!!

Then she was startled further as the red head crashed into the table and lay there unconscious. She could feel her eyes widening slightly- wondering if he was hurt. The doctor side of her often won over the other sides. Then there was laser fire. “Okay- I SWEAR this happens every time I come here.” She muttered to herself as she scooted away from the fire.
She again forced herself to remain calm- until an armoured man next to her and she let out another startled squeak and proceeded to fall off the stool, landing as a wet soggy pile of fur.
“Kriff,” She said as she stared at the colourful lights above. Then she noticed there was quiet- Huh, over already.

And she sat up from her soggy pile and looked around the room, hoping she wouldn’t startle again, otherwise, it would be kitty/naked time.