Tales from the tavern.

[Yun'Vorcar]

Location: The Galaxy's Den Bar & Grill.

Time: Nearing midnight.

Planet: Correlia.

Alcoholic beverages were covering almost every little space on at the bar of the pub. Yun'Vorcar sat in the corner, away from the bar. He preferred to sit away from most of the humanoids due to his past experiences and interactions with them. Tonight, he wanted to simply sit in silence and think. He wore a leathery wide rimmed hat that covered his face and the most expensive blue suit he could find that could fit him.

He was not used to luxury. He was used to the filthy sewers of Nar Shadda, not crowded streets full of Humans and other sentients. In front of him sat a round bottle of rum, the cap still on. He was not in the mood to get intoxicated as he preferred his specie's signature alcoholic beverage, Joker. He finally reached over, gripping onto the now warm bottle of rum and twisting off the cap.

He raised the bottle, taking a sip and finally setting it back down, enjoying the flavor of the drink. As more smiling patrons entered, he tucked his hat lower onto his head. He had no credits and instead of celebrating Retribution Day as most of his species were now celebrating, he was now sitting in a tavern. This was going to be a LONG night, indeed.

@Cryax Bane.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Ah, right now life was good for Cryax Bane. He had come to Corellia to meet up with some fellow slicers he had known since he was a teenager, and together they'd celebrate his new opportunities for gainful employment. They bought him a few rounds at an unmarked slicer hangout, and for a few hours, they drank. It was a bittersweet night, for he doubted he'd see much more of them after he joined the military. He had so little friends in the galaxy this was a hard pill to swallow. A few too many rounds later when the group disbanded, Cryax wasn't much in the mood to let the evening end.

Breathing in the cool, midnight air as he stumbled along the streets of the Corellian city, he realized he was drunker than he thought. Just where exactly was he anyway? He was too far gone to care. The neon sign advertising The Galaxy's Den shone like a beacon to his troubled soul. He staggered inside and ordered another whiskey, fumbling around for his cred stick. He moved his eyes around the room, their red glow cutting through the haze. This place seemed to be a mainly human and near-human bar, but there were a few stranger-looking species peppered around the place. Some he'd never even seen before.

[member="Yun'Vorcar"]

 

[Yun'Vorcar]

He looked up as the Chiss entered the tavern. Watching carefully, he took a sip from his bottle of rum, his eyes locked upon the Chiss. It wasn't often he spoke to random humanoids but there was something about this one. "Eh, you! The blue thing!" He squeaked at the sentient. "YOU!" He then finally noticed the waitress of the club's kitchen come out with a tray in her hand.

She placed the tray on the table, smiling. "Your number 6, right? Ordered the Womp Rat and the Bantha wings?" The waitress asked, leaving before she had gotten an answer. He stared at his food, particularly the bantha wings. He knew instantly that it was not actual bantha meat, but he did not really care. Once again, he looked up at the Chiss. "C'MON!" He shouted. He doubted that the Chiss would even glance his way as most people don't randomly call people over to their booth at pubs, but who knows.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

A voice shrieked through the haze. Someone or something in the Galaxy's Den was badly trying to get some poor sod's attention. And yelling something about "blue things." Wait, was he the blue thing?! Cryax drunkenly scanned the bar for the source of the voice, landing his red eyes on the creature. He was completely unfamiliar with the species of the alien who was yelling and looking directly at him. He (or she?) had a plate of foul-looking bar food in front of him and was chowing down like crazy. What could the thing possibly want with him?

He cautiously walked over to the creature, his hand poised near his blaster in case it wanted trouble. He blinked and furrowed his brow. "Ummm...can I help you?"

[member="Yun'Vorcar"]

 

[Yun'Vorcar]

He looked at [member="Cryax Bane"], a wicked grin on his face. "Sit...take a seat!" He squeaked, gesturing towards the chair. "Sit..." The creature snarled once more. He then watched the Chiss, taking notice of how he kept his hand near his blaster. "Sit...down."

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax gave [member="Yun'Vorcar"] a wide berth. Tilting his head towards the alien supsciously, he blinked again, his red eyes glowing softly. He was obviously three sheets to the wind, but still had a few wits about him and wasn't about to sit down until he knew just what he was dealing with.

"What's this all about? Who the heck are you and what do you want with me?" Cryax quirked an eyebrow. Was the little creature friend or foe? He couldn't tell in his inebriated state.

 

[Yun'Vorcar]

He sighed, slowly reaching into his expensive suit. He then slowly removed a piece of paper, unfolding it and glancing over it's crumbled state. On the paper it would read "I have a plan, one that can make credits. I know this is a bit sudden, but I require a...let's say distraction. If you take a seat, I can discuss the situation" the pre-written letter read. Cautiously, he then reached into his suit, gripping on to the rubber handle grip of his custom Raging Rancor revolver.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

The slicer blinked. He held his hands out in front of him and away from his blaster as a gesture of good will. The Chiss took the scrap of paper and put on some reading glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose. His glittering red eyes scanned the text and he handed it back to the creature. He sat down next to the man, but moved his chair back to give him a wide berth.

"Credits huh?" the lanky Chiss looked around, nervously tapping his foot on the sticky floor. "Ok, I'm interested. In this plan you have, that is." He was still confounded by the alien's intentions. He sure hoped the little guy was looking for a slicer because he wasn't quite sure what else he'd have to offer.

[member="Yun'Vorcar"]

 

[Yun'Vorcar]

"Now, there is this rather large bank. There is a safe, a large safe, that is controlled by the power of the building. I considered simply blowing it open but that would...well, draw a lot of attention. I entered the building and posed as a homeless creature, attempting get a job at this very bank. While I had the time, I took the time to search for an opportunity to shut off the power. I was sadly, unable to do so. Now, if you could simply pose as any other guy looking for work, I can use the time to attempt to open the safe. Unless you have other talents to bring along, of course!"

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax smirked at the alien, still unsure of exactly what kind of species he was dealing with. It looked like a larger Kowakian monkey lizard, but unlike those verminous creatures, this guy could actually string sentences together. This wasn't the kind of job he was usually sought after for, but he supposed he should at least kick the tires a bit. The job interview thing, well, that was never going to happen. The risk of putting his neck out there in front of security droids was definitely not worth the credits.

"I'm not exactly what you'd call, um a people person," the Chiss admitted "However, I could probably silce into the bank's main computer and shut the power off remotely. I might even be able to do it right here from this bar."

[member="Yun'Vorcar"]

 

[Yun'Vorcar]

"No, no, no, not here!" He squeaked, looking from side to side, rather franticly. "Listen to me, I can help you. All you gotta do is sign a contract...and we'll be great!" He said, a crocodile-smile on his face. He slowly reached into his small bag, sorting through it before he pulled out a thing of paper. He slammed it down, the entire four-paged contract written in poor-written Wikkorian. He grinned, removing a fancy black pen from his suit and slamming it down beside the contract. "I know, it's sort of all the sudden but just...just look it over."

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax took the slip of paper and looked at the chicken scratch all over it. The thing wasn't expecting him to read this alien language was it? This guy was a few starships short of a fleet. The Chiss was starting to get perturbed, and unlike many of his species, it showed. He was drunk and it was getting late. Plus he felt like the alien was toying with him.

"Look friend. I don't really have time for this now. Whatever hijinks you're up to, I'm not really sure I want a part." He slammed the piece paper down on the bar and stood up defiantly.

[member="Yun'Vorcar"]

 

[Yun'Vorcar]

"NO, PLEASE!" He pleaded, launching himself up onto the table. "Please, you got to assist me!" The begging went on for a few more seconds before he stared up at the Chiss. "Please, you can't do this!" He then scooped up the contract, holding it in front of him. "I apoligize! I-I cannot write basic, please don't just leave me 'ere!" He looked up at [member="Cryax Bane"] with sorrow in his eyes, watching him. "How about this, I can get you some explosives. Whatever you want, I give you my word!"

 

[Cryax Bane]

He felt sorry for the poor guy, he really did, but the perplexed Chiss couldn't for the life of him figure out what the creature really wanted from him. He held his hands out in front of him.

"Easy now little buddy. You don't have to get so excited. But you're giving me mixed messages. One minute you wanna rob a bank and then the next you're giving me some papers to sign. And now you're wittering away about explosives?"

The Chiss sighed audibly. "I'm just really frelling confused, that's all. Look, I'm a, uh, computer expert." His eyes darted around as he lowered his voice. "Unless you need to get some encrypted data, or something like that..." He trailed off. The whole situation making the already jumpy Chiss paranoid.

He continued in a whisper, "Then I don't know how I could possibly help you."

[member="Yun'Vorcar"]

 

[Yun'Vorcar]

"Fine...you wish to be like that, I have only one thing to say to you..." He went silent. He slowly reached into his expensive and luxurious suit, removing something. Something that he had started wrapping the strap of the device around his hand. Then with a squeaking battlecry, he leapt up onto the table, revealing that the device was indeed a stunner. Activating it, he screamed once more and leaped in the direction of [member="Cryax Bane"], planning to send the non-lethal device shooting into the left shoulder of the Chiss.