Sin City: Coruscant

[Cortana Jade]

When one descends into the Underworld of Coruscant, they begin to realize that it progressively worsens, ending in areas of unending darkness that is laid with a mixture of ancient and forgotten ruins from the planet's prehistory along with modern-looking, crime-ridden venues and clubs. Its streets are haunted by exploiters and thugs, and its walls riddled with vermin, Coruscant's underworld toughens the strong and consumes the weak. It serves as a refuge for scum, petty crooks, as well as drug dealers, the poor gone bad, and other outlaws. Here, everyone has their own motives, and no one is safe.​

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Dejah thinks to herself, as she walks through the streets, the thick, warm air is consistent, and her cape is flowing behind her. She looks over at goons, utilizing a droid for heat, she knows they know better than to mess with her. They stare as she walks past.

"I've been here for awhile, I guess the transition wasn't hard, coming from Nar Shaddaa..hmm. I just wanna find this guy, punch his face in, and hit the stars....is that entirely too much to ask for?" she said, her voice projecting itself within her head.

If she hadn't ever gotten involved with [member="Ben Trasker"] ,she probably would have found him by now. Though she didn't mind, at all, being acquainted with Ben, he seemed a generally nice guy, but...they were from two different worlds, and she was too set in her ways, she preferred to remain free. Her boots clicked against the metallic ground beneath her, and the darkness became so exaggerated as she walked. She came to a ledge on the upper level she was on, and peered down to all the nonsense going on below her.

"Just a bunch of idiots...

 

[Listeri Dalane]

When one descends into the Underworld of Coruscant, they begin to realize that it progressively worsens, ending in areas of unending darkness that is laid with a mixture of ancient and forgotten ruins from the planet's prehistory along with modern-looking, crime-ridden venues and clubs. Its streets are haunted by exploiters and thugs, and its walls riddled with vermin, Coruscant's underworld toughens the strong and consumes the weak. It serves as a refuge for scum, petty crooks, as well as drug dealers, the poor gone bad, and other outlaws. Here, everyone has their own motives, and no one is safe.​

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Dejah thinks to herself, as she walks through the streets, the thick, warm air is consistent, and her cape is flowing behind her. She looks over at goons, utilizing a droid for heat, she knows they know better than to mess with her. They stare as she walks past.

"I've been here for awhile, I guess the transition wasn't hard, coming from Nar Shaddaa..hmm. I just wanna find this guy, punch his face in, and hit the stars....is that entirely too much to ask for?" she said, her voice projecting itself within her head.

If she hadn't ever gotten involved with [member="Ben Trasker"] ,she probably would have found him by now. Though she didn't mind, at all, being acquainted with Ben, he seemed a generally nice guy, but...they were from two different worlds, and she was too set in her ways, she preferred to remain free. Her boots clicked against the metallic ground beneath her, and the darkness became so exaggerated as she walked. She came to a ledge on the upper level she was on, and peered down to all the nonsense going on below her.

"Just a bunch of idiots...

Listeri quietly walked among the dirty and grimy streets of the underworld of the Republic Capital, Coruscant. He hated this planet, losing a long-time friend recently on this planet, thanks to some street thugs. He made a quick shortcut through a narrow alley, as he neared the bar he frequented, and the place where that same friend was a bartender, The Stargazer.

[member="Dejah Sterling"]

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

Rebekka Brek Madak had recently come back from Naboo. To be honest, he was freaked out by all the trees, dirt, and grass. He was infinitely more at home in hyper-urbanized planets, such as Coruscant, Ord Mantell, and Nar Shadda.... After all, he grew up in the underlevels.

He was silently walking to some hole in the wall cantina called The Stargazer, when he noticed .... [member="Dejah Sterling"] , or more precisely, her get-up. Purple and black, with big fins, tall boots, and a cape. "Well, tha'ss some outfi' there, miss." Madak said half-mockingly, his underlevels cockney accent betraying that he was otherwise a local. On the one hand, nobody in the underlevels dressed like that unless they were hookers, but on the other hand, Madak had seen people wearing alot less (and alot weirder items) and be considered overdressed and prudish on zeltros.

Madak was dressed in the rather bog-standard, and much drab, improvised armor, rigged-up quickdraw holster (with pistols and ammo pouches), and patchy scrap-trenchcoat/cloak with hood, in shades of mostly black. All of it was formerly garbage from the top-siders. The pale white skin and the void-black long stringy hair made him an art study in shades of gray, save for his shocking cobalt blue eyes, that he willingly allowed to shift between different degrees of 'crazy', 'intelligent' and 'dangerous'...... In public anyway.

 

[Kohai Drenn]

Kohai slowly lifted her head off of her crossed arms. She had been to The Stargazer before, but never had she been inclined to come by herself. Today, however, was a special case. It had been three years ago, today, when her family's repair shop had been bought out by some conglomerate or other, forcing her to hock her trade at dives and spaceports, looking for jobs.

She never really drank alcohol. She could never handle much of it, and it usually tasted bad, but it was days like this when she felt like getting a little drunk, if only to commemorate the day. She figured a hangover and a blackout was worth it.

Kohai's cheek pressed back down upon the tabletop of her booth. She was unfamiliar with the variety of spirits here, forcing her to just pick something random, all but guaranteeing a nasty surprise. Not only did she have that to look forward to, but she seemed to have hailed over a defective server droid. She had placed her order thirty standard minutes ago!

 

[GalacticNiv]

Walking down the dimly lit streets of Coruscant, the rather large group of five individuals would cause quite the commotion, laughing loudly and horsing around with each other as they made there way towards the daily spot. That spot just happened to be the Stargazer. Walking down the street, the apparent gang would pass the duo of [member="R. Brek Madak"] and [member="Dejah Sterling"], chuckling as they heard the conversation begin. Though they would not get any more attention as that, as the men headed into the bar, two of them stopping at the front, seeming to loiter around the entrance. The group of five wear all dressed differently, though one would recognize a pattern with their attire, all of them wearing jeans, and some kind of jacket. They were all human. Heading within, the trio proceeded to the counter before taking a look around, spotting [member="Kohai Drenn"]. "So, what's going on Ace?" One of the guys would ask, taking off his glasses to give them a quick wipe. "I'm having a drink, what does it look like?" The man with the shaved head would say loudly, as he took a seat at one of the stools. "Go keep watch, on the opposite wall to the entrance. Got it?" The man known as Ace would say, motioning over in the direction.

Turning his head, he would look to the last individual who stood with him, that had remained silent after entering the bar. "You look nervous. Never been to a bar? Jeez man, go talk to that girl." He would say, his large arm lifting to point at the female who seemed to be waiting for her drink. "Are those orders?" The man would ask, before leaving the counter front, heading over to the table where Kohai sat. Standing infront of it, he would speak. "You look mighty bored, lady. Waiting for your drink?" In the distance, Ace could be seen slamming his fist onto the counter top repeatedly, laughing aloud as he grabbed his drink, jugging it down.

 

[Cortana Jade]

She quickly turned around, her long black hair swinging about just to eventually settle back where it began when she assumed a position. She turned around to a man dressed in black, it was kind of hard to make out his features, other than his stringy black hair that was amplified due to the paleness of his skin that peeked out here and there. Usually when somebody just appeared behind you like this, they were looking for nothing but trouble, but he...he complimented her outfit; How sweet! But then she wasn't exactly sure if he was being sarcastic or not.

She folded her arms, and peered at him, she tilted her head, and a strand of hair fell down. "Why thank you? I'm kinda digging the shades of black...you got going on there." She said kind of in a humorous tone of voice. "Your from around these parts?"

[member="R. Brek Madak"] [member="Listeri Dalane"] [member="Ace Thrakish"] [member="Kohai Drenn"]

 

[Listeri Dalane]

Listeri's feet came to a sudden halt, as he eavesdropped on the strange conversation between [member="Dejah Sterling"] and [member="R. Brek Madak"]. He spun around on his heel, and looked up, and saw the purple-clad vigilante. He quickly rubbed his eyes, as he looked up again, expecting to see nothing, but instead the Huntress was still there. Listeri turned to Madak, and began pondering his supposed malady. " Am I seeing that correctly? Do you see that? Maybe have just had some bad, blue spice..." He mumbled to Madak.

 

[Kohai Drenn]

Kohai lifted her face off to table, acknowledging the man standing beside her, questioningly. "That's right. It's taking forever, though. How's your luck been." Bad mood, or no, She had never been one to turn away conversation.
[member="Ace Thrakish"]

 

[GalacticNiv]

Ace had been keeping an eye on his friend that had approached the depressed looking female, [member="Kohai Drenn"], remaining silent as he continued to drink his alcoholic beverage. It was the strong stuff, for only it could satisfy the soldier. Turning around to face the bar, the shaved headed man would begin to relax, figuring there was no trouble here tonight.
Lifting an arm, the man that had approached Kohai would wrap his palm around the glass that the waiter had arrived with, taking it from the tray before he could even make it to the table. "Beat it." He spoke quietly, watching as the lad hustled away. Lowering the drink onto the table, the man would grin. "Name's Scorch, nice to meet you. There's your drink, useless waiters.." He spoke, not moving at all to take a seat. "Funny you talk about luck. I was in a shoot out not too long ago, and my blaster jammed. I carry it, but I think it's just useless." Scorch would explain, aiming to make small talk until he was ordered to move out.

 

[Kohai Drenn]

Kohai directed her attention to her drink, which had somehow found its way into this stranger's hand. She raised an eyebrow it its suspicious purple color and its incessant bubbling. Yup... That's gonna taste awesome. She sighed, amassing the courage to take the plunge into what may be the first of many glasses.

She had lost track of her own conversation, deep as she was in her thoughts, but the words "my blaster jammed" reclaimed her attention in a flash, as she directed her focus back to the man standing over her. She spoke up, "I'm sure it's not useless, lemme see." She held out a hand.
[member="Ace Thrakish"]

 

[GalacticNiv]

The man ho called himself Scorch began to chuckle lightly, craning his neck to the left and right to keep a look out for any potential enemies. "Pulling out a blaster in a bar...Trying to get me shot?" The man would jokingly say as he reached into his jacket, wrapping his fingers around the handle of his gun. Pulling the blaster from it's chest holster, Scorch would quickly lay it down infront of [member="Kohai Drenn"], on her table. It was a standard issued Republic blaster pistol, nothing really special other than the fact it was military grade. "You think you can fix it?" Scorch would ask curiously.

 

[Kohai Drenn]

Kohai slid her untouched drink to the side, picking up the gun before her. She turned it over a few times in her hands, looking it over. She reached down into one of her pockets, grabbing a small light. She shined the light down the barrel, looking for any internal scoring. She then proceeded to sniff the tip of the barrel, as well as the cooling port, checking to see if there was any melt from overheating.

She then removed the small power pack, before giving the trigger a few harmless squeezes. Everything seemed to be order, what gives? It was as she was putting the power pack back in that her eyes caught a small logo on the corner, one she new well.

She looked back at Scorch, handing him his gun. "Your blaster works fine, do you buy your ammo packs in bulk? That supplier occasionally lets duds slip into circulation, you just have a poodoo power pack."
[member="Ace Thrakish"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

He didn't mind these routine undercover patrols of places like The Stargazer, it was in his area after all and he knew most of the city pretty well...but it did drag sometimes.

Sitting against a small table on the far wall, Ben Trasker had a good view over the bar, the various patrons walking in and hours later stumbling, or falling, out.

He was thankfully in his civ clothing, away from his usual GIA uniform blast vest. It was a simple cream and black combo, nothing too fancy and nothing too distracting. Trousers, boots and a light shirt in which he wore a brown jacket over it. His DS-15s sidearm was by this thigh, his GIA ID tucked away just in case. For now, he simply tried to evoke someone passing through; a smuggler, a pilot... who knew.

Thumbing his glass of Blue Milk, he kept himself to himself but his eyes were always on the move, watching and waiting for any sign of trouble. He was there, as his job dictated, to keep the peace and act as a Defender of the Galaxy. He smiled to himself as that last part. That was his creation, but a role that was always on his mind.

It was the young blond girl and soldier-type he had his eye on for now, and he was pricked by the fact they seemed to be handling a firearm. There was no mandate for Trasker to follow tonight, he was simply wanting to keep an eye on things after a heavy bout of crime plaguing his city.

He tapped his drink, and kept an eye on them and the door.


[member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Ace Thrakish"] [member="Dejah Sterling"] [member="R. Brek Madak"] [member="Listeri Dalane"]

 

[GalacticNiv]

It hadn't been more than ten minutes since Ace and his crew entered, performing one of their daily night patrols of the underbelly of Coruscant. Sipping on his drink quietly, Ace would continue to survey the room, his gaze falling upon [member="Ben Trasker"].he had gotten a strange feeling, akin to one being watched. However, it was not Ace that Ben watched, it was Scorch and [member="Kohai Drenn"] who were being examined. Could this guy possibly be an undercover as well? Lifting his head to watch the duo, Ace would begin to mutter to himself as he spotted the blaster that had been drawn.


Scorch couldn't help but scoff, his hand running through his dark hair as he listened to Kohai's explanation. It made sense really, the Republic probably received equipment that was mass produced, surely there would be a dud in the pile somewhere. It had simply fallen upon him. "What a bother, who'd think I'd get schooled by a girl? You must be a well-known technician."

 

[Jate Kar'ta]

Jate Kar'ta was always amazed how she manages to get into Coruscant. Since the Republic isn't fond of Mandalorians (especially since they have been warring with them), she always kept thinking that reaching the Galactic Core would be a next to impossible task. However she has been proven wrong. Six times. She didn't make it a habit but sometimes there were lucrative bounties that needed to be dropped off here or the bounty tried to run here thinking it will throw her off. They never count on her determination, contacts, or sheer resourcefulness.

This time she was turning in a bounty. She managed to get in because the employer really wanted the scumbag. Now that she turned them in she was out on the streets simply waiting for an opportunity for a job to present itself. She walked the streets of the lower levels in her armor wearing her red and orange stripped Nerf wool poncho. She received the occasional passing look but they mainly left her alone. Jate learned that the lower you went in Coruscant, the less they cared about who she was, a Mandalorian, and more about how dangerous she is.

However some people don't always get the message. The always persistent crowd began to disperse as they gave a wide berth between her and two men, if they could be called that. They wore simple clothes with bizarre hairstyles and were covered in tattoos that made it obvious that they were in some sort of gang. They had sinister smiles across their face as they approached the woman and blocked her path.

"Hey Jet! Get a load of this!" the man on the right jeered with his buddy.
"Look at her strutten' around like she owns the place!" said the left.
"She's an offworlder alright. Look at what she's wearing! What is that? Some dead animal?"
"Good one! Must be dumb as one to be on our turf."
"It's called a poncho," Jate muttered, trying to contain her rage as she took a step forward.

"Where you going sweets? It's kinda rude to leave during a conversation," said the man on the right.
"Yeah. Rude sweets," said his less intelligent friend.
"I guess that's all we can expect from offworlders. They think their better than us because they can see the sunlight."
"Oooh. No they ain't!"
"I mean, who walks around around with a flute? What, you on your way to your band recital?"
"Ha ha ha. She thinks she some rock star."
"You know what, I think she does. Good one Jet. It all makes sense now. It's sad really. Thinking she's a somebody when she's no one here."
"Yeah! A nobody walken' around with a flute! How dumb!"
They both gave a vicious laugh.

"Ne shab'rud'ni, aruetii," Jate said menacingly as she took a more threatened stance.
This only egged them on. "Oooh! She's an offworlder all right! Speaking in womp rat language!" said Yut.
"Smart as one too!" said the dimwit Jet.

That was it. Jate reached and pulled out her bes'bev, an ancient Mandalorian war flute. The movement caused the two thugs to giggle. "Now that's not very nice," Yut said with a sinister smile, "Looks like we need to teach this offworlder who she's messing with."
With that they each pulled out daggers.
"Yeah. No one mess with us!" exclaimed Jet before he charged at Jate.

With acrobatic flair, she did a 360 degree spin and whacked the man with her beskar bes'bev, sending him into the wall. With a bodily crunch he slumped to the ground, out cold. Seeing his friend go down so easily, fear crept into his heart and showed in his eyes. The fight or flight instinct set in and years of gangster mentality kicked in. He too attacked the bounty hunter though a bit more cautiously. Jate parried blows with the thug but it was obvious the Mandalorian was toying with her like she usually does with her prey. It went on for a few minutes until a wicked grin spread across her face and a fire lit in her eyes. Suddenly she went on the offensive. The sliver of confidence Yut had was shattered. In three blows she cut threw his hasty defense, disarmed him with a heavy blow to his wrist, then bludgeoned his knee, causing him to kneel in pain. She kicked him in the sternum, knocking him on his back. With a heavy book on his chest, she pointed the sharpened end at the man's throat.

"Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade!" she said.
Jate put weight down on his chest, causing the gangster Yut to yelp in pain. She spit in his face before she kicked him and walked away. The crowd gave her a wide berth as she went on her way. There was a local cantina named The Stargazer. Sounds like an interesting place to lay low for a bit. She walked into the bar and took a seat at the booth, waiting to be served.

 

[GalacticNiv]

[member="Jate Kar'ta"] would see two men standing at the front of the establishment known as the Stargazer, simply leaning against the wall. They wore dark shades, and carefully watched the woman enter. The had heard of the commotion earlier, and were rather entertained. The duo would give each other a quick glance , smirking as she entered. Ace himself was sitting at the counter, an empty drink in his hand. Lifting a commlink to his ear, he would begin to listen to the messages being received, obviously from the two men outside of the cantina. Standing up, he would look towards Scorch and [member="Kohai Drenn"], waving an arm at the man who had foolishly pulled out his gun. Grabbing up his weapon, the man would grin to the lady, giving her a quick salute as he turned, walking out of the bar before getting hit in the head by Ace. So far nothing bad was happening around, no signs of mysterious people. The man who had been watching the entire bar from the opposite wall to the entrance would also leave, completing the crowd of five.

The group would leave the underbelly of Coruscant, heading to a nearby Transport.

 

[Jate Kar'ta]

Service here isn't so great. Or maybe they were too intimidated by her to approach. Either way, it was effecting her mood. "Can I get some service here?" she asked aloud to no one in particular, hoping some waitress or server droid would hear her. However she did notice some men in the bar leave. She didn't know who they were exactly but she could spot a military man when she saw one. The same pattern clothes, the haircuts, the gun, and who she assumed the rookie's salute gave it away. That wasn't good for her. Maybe she wasn't down far enough for the law not to take notice of someone beating up gangsters. She highly doubted that they knew she was a Mandalorian, unless they knew what a bes'bev was which she also doubted, but she didn't want to be here if they came back asking questions better not answered.

She got up from her seat and walked toward the door. Service was bad here anyway. She peeked out the entrance to see if they were waiting outside. Finding no one there to greet her thankfully, she took back off into the streets to find something else to do.

 

[Listeri Dalane]

Service here isn't so great. Or maybe they were too intimidated by her to approach. Either way, it was effecting her mood. "Can I get some service here?" she asked aloud to no one in particular, hoping some waitress or server droid would hear her. However she did notice some men in the bar leave. She didn't know who they were exactly but she could spot a military man when she saw one. The same pattern clothes, the haircuts, the gun, and who she assumed the rookie's salute gave it away. That wasn't good for her. Maybe she wasn't down far enough for the law not to take notice of someone beating up gangsters. She highly doubted that they knew she was a Mandalorian, unless they knew what a bes'bev was which she also doubted, but she didn't want to be here if they came back asking questions better not answered.

She got up from her seat and walked toward the door. Service was bad here anyway. She peeked out the entrance to see if they were waiting outside. Finding no one there to greet her thankfully, she took back off into the streets to find something else to do.

( Just a note: Since whenever I bring up The Stargazer, I RP as the bartender, this thread shall be no different, if that's okay. You can RP as well, I just recommend searching up the stargazer to get some background.)
The timid Bith bartender named Larkij slowly raised himself from behind the counter. Bar brawls seemed to have a bad effect on his psyche, as his father, the old bartender, died in a brawl just a couple of weeks ago. But, being the business man he was, he spoke, trying to stop customer from leaving. " Oi, wait! Ah'll serve you. " Larkij yelled across the bar. Hearing the commotion and Larkij yelling, his head popped into the open, doors as he began looking around, trying to find the source of the loud noises from what seemed to be a fight.

[member="Jate Kar'ta"]

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

She folded her arms, and peered at him, she tilted her head, and a strand of hair fell down. "Why thank you? I'm kinda digging the shades of black...you got going on there." She said kind of in a humorous tone of voice. "You're from around these parts?"

"Indeed, you would not believe what can be found in the topside garbages, once it's cleaned up and done somethin' with." Madak said, putting his hands on his long, huge collar, causing the hood to scrunch forward abit. "That and black is hard to mess up, far as fashion is. Hides things fairly well, too..... Blood, guns, my whole self."

Listeri turned to Madak, and began pondering his supposed malady. " Am I seeing that correctly? Do you see that? Maybe have just had some bad, blue spice..." He mumbled to Madak.

"Heh, no yer not trippin' out, also; im 'alf-nagai, half-somethin'-else. Im always dis pale.... 'cept when im sunburnt, and then im all blue-gray and peely." Rebekka said. Turning to look at ..... miss fins and cape, he spoke again "So, yer not a floozy, and yet.... ya don't seem to dress like any other folks around here who take to strapping on buncha weapons...... pimp killer ? rookie merc ? " he said, making wild guesses as to her career.

[member="Dejah Sterling"] [member="Listeri Dalane"]

 

[Slyce Opro]

Slyce sat in the far corner of the bar, his eyes scanning the room, the visor he wore blocking the upper half of his face, concealing his identity.

A lovely night I suppose... Could be better, a little dull.

A few interesting characters had caught his attention, but none of them seemed wealthy enough to be worth following, and subsequently robbing. Not that he hadn't bagged his limit this month. The heat on him had forced him away from Naboo, and Coruscant's underworld was the best place for a man, or woman, of questionable morals to disappear.

He tapped a few keys on the panel in front of him, ordering another glass of top shelf Scotch, hoping something of interest would happen soon.