The Bespin Infestation

[Jairus Starvald]

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When people start disappearing on Bespin nobody blinks.

Large place. Plenty of nooks and crannies, where someone might get lost. Alleyways that wind and wind. A shiv in the dark corners. Debts unpaid, criminals ready for a new paycheck, it was no different from any other metropolis. The shiny exterior gave way towards the corruption in its underbelly.

But.

When those disappeared started turning up again? Either rend to pieces or with tales of horrors on their lips? Well, some might pay some attention to that.

The local law were looking for serial killers.
The local gangs were pointing fingers at one another.
The local Ugnaughts pointed at the humans. The humans back at the Ugnaughts. The rebellion the First Order had put down some decade ago still steered in everyone's mind.

Powder keg, this.

In the face of all that the Guild had dispatched several of their owns. Some of the stories? Well, they seemed promising. Promising in the way a crow's pecking at tender meat seemed promising for hints of an army come through. The first one they had send, a Master, had gone missing. Usually that would mean three Masters next. But they had their hands full, the darkness rising, they couldn't spare two more Masters much less three.

So they send Journeymen, their trainees in tow.

At the very least it could soften up their target.

For when the Guild did have the attention necessary. Brutal calculation, maybe, but the only way to live in the Unknown Regions.

OOC: Join the investigation, do some shady business dealings on Bespin, try and add to the mayhem! Whatever y'all would like. This thing is wide open.

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"A martini, please." Bright smile, but tattered cloak and dusty boots paved way for skepticism. It was picked up on rather quickly. "Oh, don't worry, I am good for it." The flash of gold reflected on skeptical eyes. It melted away just as quickly. Martini exchanged for gold, before Jeralt started taking small sips.

More often than not his brother ran late. More often than that the other Guild members ran later.

Might as well stretch the glass as far as it could go.

Especially if they ended up not turning up. That wouldn't have surprised him, their organization was a gorram mess sometimes.

 

[Zef Halo]

The bar was a nice escape from the reek of gas reigning over the lower levels of Bespin. Unlike most things Elias, having an alcoholic drink in a local bar had no underlying specific goal other than just that and regroup his thoughts. And maybe, just maybe hear something new about the missing people he had been contacted with finding.

"Whiskey, no ice." he said as he spread out the long coat from his seat and made himself comfortable on the leather covering of the bar stool. Elias readjusted the belt holding his force-imbued blade on the back of his waist beneath his coat and took a longer sip than usual of the golden beverage.

He lost himself in his thoughts staring at the glass of whiskey as if it hid the answers to his quest. One stool away from him a man ordered martini.

[member="Jeralt Ovmar"]

 

[Elani Demaris]

It’s a long way down when your head is in the clouds.​

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[member="Jeralt Ovmar"] | [member="Elias Logain"]​

It wasn’t long before the two at the bar were joined by a slightly disheveled, bruised and bloodstained third. The youngest of the Ovmar brood dropping heavily onto the stool between the pair, barely even sparing the older of them a second look before palming his drink right out from under him. Automatically shifting his attention to the more familiar, martini swilling form of his older brother.

“You took your sweet time.” Garrett grinned, the smile coming as quickly as his hands had been in stealing the whiskey which he now sipped. It wasn’t bad. A far cry from the Corellian malts, but certainly palatable. Washed the taste of blood from his mouth if nothing else. His or someone else's, he wasn't quite sure at this point. “I’ve been on the station almost half a day now.”

A fact the two fights, one drunken disorderly and impending citation for public indecency from the Security Chief could thoroughly attest. No doubt the portly looking man was beginning to regret dragging the Guild into the little mess growing in the uncharted bowels of the floating city. Thankfully, his fear of the unknown outweighed his need to prosecute a Hunter simply looking to blow off a little steam. Put up against that, a few hundred credits in damages were a comparatively small price to pay in the grand scheme of things. Especially when armed with the comforting knowledge that said Hunter might very well be dead by the time the day was through.

You had to take pleasure in the small things in life, after all.

“I was starting to think I would be getting all the glory.” The smile wavered a little as Garrett glanced down at his own hand, the micro-frown that replaced it coming as momentary break in his otherwise sunny disposition that was quickly remedied by plucking an errant shard of tooth from between his bloody knuckles. That didn’t seem hygienic. He tipped a measure of the stolen whiskey over the cut in lieu of a disinfectant, nodding and raising the glass to the man before downing the rest. "To your health, friend."

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Bespin

A deep distorted voiced from the corner of a loading bay. A tall armored figure crossed his arms and tilted his head to the small gang of humans. Spice, exotic goods and illegal weapons were the kicks of the trade nowadays. Around the loading bay stood rather shady looking aliens. Their hands in their cloaks, jackets and back pockets as if ready to pounce and yet the voice that gave orders sounded rather calm. A stark contrast of the environment that spoke volumes. More details were exchanged as the minutes passed by. Their dealings were out in the open for all to see. Not even local security dared to interrupt and those who did were dealt with. Most of which were guaranteed a cut and share of dealings, some got to feel the esoteric tug of forces beyond their control dig into their minds as if you rewire and for the few who were strong or stubborn enough. They got the pleasure of seeing the beauty and delight of Bespin as a whole in one uncomprehensible leap or shove.

See gaze apon the clouds, colors and shades. To take the plunge of life and then pass to see the other side as well.

Moving forward the large armored figure etched his body to the platform looking down at the clouds below him. Big metal hands rested on the railing.

" To take the plunge." He muttered to himself

[member="Elias Logain"]
[member="Jeralt Ovmar"]
[member="Garrett Ovmar"]

 

[Raven Ashe]

Dressed in her armor with the helmet secured to her head, Raven strode through the hallways of Bespin. Her feet landed firmly and in rhythm, but struck of no haste of someone desperate for business or in pursuit of some quarry. If anything the easy sway of her hips and swing of her arms said anything but. Bespin was well known for a few things, most of which held no interest to the Pantoran prowling her streets. There were no merchants selling rare items begging to be snatched up, or large quantities of gas or underworld spice to procure. Just one endless, monotonous, lifeless corridor after another.

Hunters? No, she wasn't on their mailing list. Talk about monsters, however, had caught her ear. Some other work had her passing by and she thought one monster might see to another.

Alright, and it wouldn't hurt for the darkness inside of her to opportunistically snatch a victim or two. True, the manner of death would be different, but then it was also painfully easy to conflate with natural causes -- having the Force sucked out of you like a living straw could have life-threatening consequences. Raven preferred letting the beast satiate its endless hunger away from her new home. Darth Animus could only throw off suspicion so long if both Layla and herself kept killing people; and as for the slaves the man kept, that had to be both costly and time-consuming to replenish.

The HUD inside her helmet continuously scanned the environment for signs of this monster people whispered about. Could just as easily be an ordinary, boring serial killer, of course. That would truly be a waste of her time. If she didn't find anything in the next day perhaps she'd move on. There were always tasks that needed doing, or new sites to explore. Darth Animus couldn't spend every waking second with Raven, which left her opportunity to indulge the adventuresome spirit of her past life. Surprisingly, she felt more confident about tackling the unknown since unlocking her true potential. Each day she felt her connection with the Force grow stronger.

Would Animus appreciate some sort of gift from Bespin, she wondered?

Her boots stopped shortly after Raven turned a corner into a loading bay. She took a few moments to scan the area. Not particular interesting here. A cluster of Humans over to one side in a painful display of being conspicuous. Surely those fine upstanding Humans were not engaging in anything criminal. Raven couldn't care less about policing the galaxy. Now that big...person? (@Saverok) off to one side was more eye-catching than run-of-the-mill gangsters. An imposing figure. Unlikely to be the culprit everyone would like, however. Someone taking care not to be caught wouldn't stand out like a sore thumb.

Raven would prefer not to visit the bowels of the station again. The short ones didn't trust her. It was a mutual feeling. Scared people could do damn foolish things.

Tag: [member="Elias Logain"] | [member="Jeralt Ovmar"] | [member="Garrett Ovmar"]

 

[Ao Xian]

Cloud City
Central Core
Maintenance Storage

Ao curled, content, sated, drowsing for the moment.

She liked Bespin. Her schmoopsie-poo has suggested it as a little get away from the stress of the Empire, after her recovering from the events on Rhen Var. Now that their allies, the First Order, no longer controlled it, what harm was there in taking a look?

Oh but it had been such a lovely idea.

Slowly, Ao'Xian rolled onto her back, eyes heavy lidded and reveling in the warmth, soft orange light, and the smell of petro-chemicals. The heat from the core that generated the energy to keep the city functioning was a pleasant way to digest her meal, and the ozone, chemically smell in the air reminded her of home. Slowly streeeeeeetching, the shift of her serpentine body drawing her tail through the slowly congealing pool of blood and releasing a stronger scent of copper into the air.

This was the life.

A long, low yawn as she continued the roll, back to all four feet and pushed herself up. Shaking herself out with a satisfied growl.

Her love had business to attend on Bespin, keeping him busy for much of their trip so far, but that was understandable and she had come in knowing that was the case. It just meant that she could spend her time, lazing away and enjoying the local cuisine. Something particularly piquant in beings that spent their lives breathing canned air, she had found, much to her delight.

Stretching out one leg, then the next, then the third, and finally the fourth, tail flicking back and forth. Accenting. Punctuating.

Then, with a low sigh and groan, she shifted.

It could be a swift process, but with a full belly and the enjoyment of the day she took her time. Like stretching muscles and popping joints, letting her body flow into a less noticeable shape. Human. Or mostly. The eyes, reptilian, always gave her away, but in a galaxy as wide as this one, most people, if they noticed, barely registered the anomaly. Reaching over, slender fingers plucked a light weight dress from where she had hung it carefully out of the way.

She hadn't wanted to get anything on it, after all.

Tugging it over her head and slipping into a pair of shoes, she opened the door- a shiver as the cooler air hit her. Despite that, a contented smile tugging at her lips as she let the door close again behind her. Sauntering off down the maintenance hallway, leaving behind a scene that would be discovered several hours later. Not the first and certainly not the last.

After all, Ao had all of the time in the world, and this was a vacation.

Why eat anything but the best parts?

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Elias Logain"] | [member="Garrett Ovmar"]

Jeralt didn't immediately respond to his brother sitting down between himself and Logain.

Took a sip from his glass.

Savored the taste with a contented sigh. Only then glancing to the side. Garrett looked even more ragged and ruffled than usual. Bloody knuckles, transpiration, dark half moons just underneath pure blues. His younger brother had always taken more after their father. Especially his eyes, blue enough to almost be white and constantly scanning for the next fix.

"I can see you have been keeping yourself busy, while waiting for me." Jeralt responded dryly finally, before starting to raise his glass for a salute. Then realizing just where Garrett's glass had been a few moments ago.

"Bartender, replace our friend's glass, if you would? I am still good for it." Brightest disarming grin in his repertoire followed. If Garrett had the eyes? He got that smile. That at least tried to soothe any pains and annoyances possible. Hopefully Logain would leave it at that. No taste in starting a brawl now. His focus went back to his brother, finishing that salute and taking a sip.

"In between your brawling and trouble-rousing, did you find out anything more? I was just reading a news bulletin about another body -- or what's left of it -- discovered."

Gorram mess.

The body count in such a short span of time? Made him think they needed at least half a dozen Masters here.

Instead.... instead they only had each other.

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OOC: Since we are in separate scenes, I am not gonna tag you all for now, until/if we come across each other in the scene! So, there is also no need to wait on us, just have fun with it. [member="Saverok"], [member="Raven Ashe"], [member="Ao Xian"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Bespin - Cantina

Nearby: (Cantina)
[member="Jeralt Ovmar"]
[member="Garrett Ovmar"]
[member="Elias Logain"]

Tags:
[member="Ao Xian"]
[member="Raven Ashe"]

" You have till the end of the day." a voice said as the large figure moved away from the outer edge of the platform. The audience of aliens before him took a step back as and nodded their heads in agreement. Ornate metal doors opened behind them at a moments notice with a hiss. New light shined reflecting off cargo containers and freight on the loading docks. It added to the orange shaded skies native to Bespin alone. Then came a shadow to swallow it at a whole. Red eyes gazed at the newcomer of equal size enter the loading bay with aggression. It was Scour.

Saverok couldn't help but show slight disdain and annoyance. He knew what was about to happen. Dominance.

" Another Spice shipment to add to our collection." he stated hoping what would said would turn incoming energy of the conversation to a lower setting. " Where is that score you promised Saverok?! That you promised us!" Scour's voice rose gradually with his question. " Do not tell me again that you are working on it! No more excuses!."

" LEAVE US!" A last order was barked. Those who remained left shortly though it seemed some also stayed for the upcoming brawl. After the ornate doors shut one last time the only sounds that could be heard was thrashing, pounding and hellish roars carried on dark currents echoing through the force.

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Agitated, angry and absolved. It had some time since he had fought one of his own. There was no for sure winner whenever Saverok faced off against Scour, rather a draw. Licking his wounds Saverok entered the cantina that was closest to the level he was on. His mishapen body was covered in parts of Vonduun Skerr Kyrric armor, his flesh infested with yorrik coral and from the looks of things it seemed his infection had been there for years. The entirety of the outside of his muscled body was covered in patches of bone like portions giving him a rough and monstrous look. Many glare, gazes and many unspoken questions were unassumingly shot his way. " Gamorrean Gin. Straight. Just pour it I dont need your fancy antics." He growled at the bartender. With a gulp it sunk down his gullet. " Another..."

Scanning the environment with patience for his upcoming drink, The Gen'dai glared at the men sitting down shortly before his next drink had arrived.

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[Rekha Kaarde]

Off in the distance she could see Cloud City. It appeared to hover in the distance a jewel that longed to be plucked from the sky. Leaning up against the wall her green eyes remained fixed upon the City. She had not really ventured there again since the time of war.

Then it had been a blast, riding thranta across the skies, sneaking through miner's quarters and heading up into mayhem. She smiled. Behind her came a sound she glanced back over her shoulder, "Capn"

"Evening Jarrod, I'm thinking about a trip and doing some slumming on Cloud City." She waited for that to sink in, "Want to go?"

A deep laugh answered her question, "awww Jarrod you're no fun anymore. Zoey has you clipped and stripped my boy"

"Yes Mam she does. She likes for me to come home but uh if you run into trouble I'll come get you." She nodded understanding exactly what Zoey would do to her long time friend.

"I'll fly over...leave you The Star you will have to come pick me up. I mean to misbehave."

"Good luck Capn"

Without further words spoken Rekha headed to the platform on the other end where the thranta soared and waited for a call. Outside there she could feel the cool winds on her face. A shrill whistle brought one of the elegant beasts in. Moments later she was soaring through the skies headed to Cloud City.

 

[Raven Ashe]

The Sith Acolyte left the hanger as she'd found it, uninterested in the criminals loitering there that would soon descend into a brawl.

It killed again.

Raven turned her head to one side at the familiar voice in her head. How do you know? she thought while focusing on the form the monster took.

I know.

Of course it would not cooperate. It enjoyed toying with her; with the people around her. Her anger only served as fuel when it couldn't find someone to kill by draining them dry. Was it getting peckish? Might explain the sudden helpful observation. If it had killed again it probably wasn't that beastly man (or woman) back there. So she knew one sapient out of countless others was not responsible.

She will kill, and you will know. Only half will die.

Was that a joke? Did it learn to joke about death from a Sith? Raven snorted as a sense of ire rose from within. It liked dishing out more than taking, not that she'd ever managed to truly upset the monster.

Her footsteps stopped outside of a store. Absently her gaze turned toward the merchandise within and how utterly... normal it all seemed. When had life stopped being 'normal'? Or at least like how it once was? Not that she missed it, but how simple it had all been. Someone would hire her for a wild bantha hunt, and Raven would go explore some dusty ruins with rarely anything truly valuable in it. Now she was hunting monsters, basking in the spiritual terror of others, and endlessly harassed by some ancient monster passed down through Pantoran lines until...

No. No, she would not think of the burning city and the news of Pantoran at the hands of the Sith Empire.

Maybe she could use a drink. At least one before continuing her patrol.

Open Tag: [member="Ao Xian"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Zef Halo]

One ragged guy stole his drink but the other ragged guy bought him a new one. Without much of a reaction from the monster hunter, he took a nearby newspad in his hands looking for new pieces of information. A lot of fairy tales written by journalists thirsty for sensation. Just a few mentions of more glory hunters seeking to unravel the case with the missing persons.

Most, if not all, had no idea it was a monster.

The two friendos next to him were discussing just his case and he decided to nonchalantly, against his common sense, throw the statement out without looking over from his newspad:

"A monster's been doing the killing."

Last cantina he said that - they were buying him drinks for free thinking he was a lunatic.

[member="Jeralt Ovmar"] [member="Garrett Ovmar"] [member="Saverok"]

 

[Elani Demaris]

[Member="Jeralt Ovmar"] | [Member="Elias Logain"] | [member="Saverok"]
([member="Raven Ashe"] - not sure if you're in the cantina or not?)​

"Enough to know there's not much to go on." Garrett replied with an absent shrug, turning on the stool to lean his back against the bar so as to get a better view of the crowded cantina. Eying up the patrons as if they would somehow jostle a piece of information loose from the recesses of his mind. "Bodies were already cold by the time I arrived, same as whatever trail it left. Eye witness accounts are sithspit and garbage. Folks just wanting to seem special for surviving an encounter with fierce creature."

Another shrug, half halted by the sudden appearance of a looming figure in his peripheral. It took him a few seconds to place the creature's species. All but exhausting the mental catalogue of monsters, boogeymen and things that went bump in the night that Falkenrath had instilled in him from an early age before he landed on a name. Gen'dai. A formidable, ancient race that was nigh unkillable through conventional means. Through a lot of unconventional means, too, from all accounts. Although he had always supposed (and hoped) they were largely tall tales from the wee hours of a cantina. Certainly never thought he'd see one in person.

Ugly karker.

He would've loved to see how he matched up against such a legendary warrior, but the man that had donated his drink distracted him by suddenly piping up, causing the younger Ovmar to nod in agreement to a point that wasn't really being made. "He's right. A monster is doing this. If there were more, we would've seen a lot more bodies. Lot more variation on the kills, too. This is just one monster. Vicious, smart and definitely hungry..."

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass before downing it.

"... Should be fun, no?"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Garrett Ovmar"] | [member="Elias Logain"] | [member="Saverok"]​

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That was disappointing.

Jeralt pursed his lips as he considered their next step. His hope had been that Garrett would figure out some more info to go on. Anything, really. He was about to respond when two things happened- one, the alcohol-theft victim spoke up. Second? His eye caught the large alien settled down. Not sure what it was.

But it was drinking, Garrett seemed to be fine with it and it looked intimidating as feth.

"Hey, sorry, bartender? Big lad's drinks? Yeah, I will pay for 'em too, if I am throwing my cash around anyway." Weight of his purse lightened even more. Yet... yet... five Masters they hadn't.

Maybe make a new friend? Could tip the balance.

"Enjoy your drink, friend." Towards Saverok, before returning his attention to Elias and his brother. "Yeah, monster alright. I noticed one other detail- all the corpses? Places that are hot. Which doesn't have to mean anything, but-" A shrug there. "We don't really have much else to go on." He took another sip from his martini and scratched his chin.

"Any beasts we know that love the heat? And uh... did you remember to bring the cryo-grenades? If this thing likes the heat, cryo chit might kark its day."

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[member="Raven Ashe"] |

Dip and roll she loved that feeling on her face she wished she could take a deep breath but that would hurt deep into her lungs. She scanned upwards looking for the velker that preyed upon the thranta. She wouldn't mind a little adrenaline rush but not at the expense of the creature's life. Caution was her name for now.

A small heel kick to the sides with a tug on the reins and the giant manta like creature glided to one of the landing pads. Quickly she jumped off and sent the creature back to the mining platform. Jarrod would see to it being taken care.

She peeled off the extra clothing and headed inside. She looked normal for her, simple pants, shirt and boots all in black. Her favorite color except on days where she needed to be highly visible. She smiled and nodded to a few ugnaughts waved and walked.

Now now where to go and what to do first..well...drinks...were first...had to wet her whistle before she headed down towards the main promenade of the City.

The news was on flashing updates about murders, and dead bodies. She stopped sometimes it was hard to look away. An awful feeling crept slowly down her spine murder was a waste. Shaking her head she ducked into the nearest place to grab a drink. A quick glance about told her she didn't know anyone, course they might know her.

She stood next to one of the tables for standing ordering her drink. Murder was bad business too.

 

[Raven Ashe]

Raven made no effort to hide the footfall of her boots as she strode into the cantina. For Force Sensitive individuals that could feel or even see the Force it would have been impossible for her to sneak into the establishment if she'd wanted to. It churned about the armored woman as if stirred up by some unseen hand.

Credits dropped atop a table enough for something better than watered down alcohol. If she was going to be forced to crawl through this city to find the beast, then she could do with a moment of frivolity. No it wasn't terribly wise, but she didn't intended to get wasted either.

The helmet turned to regard others in the bar out of idle curiosity. The HUD scanned them as a matter of course. Never knew if you ended up drinking with a monster; she should know.

Another woman (Rekha) stood nearby awaiting her own drink. Dressed in street clothes it seemed. "Interesting day," Raven remarked. Maybe she'd respond, or maybe she'd ignore some strange, dressed up woman. At this point, however, it would be a pleasure to talk to anyone before dropping into the cesspit of the city. Just like having a drink before hitting the trail. Something in her control, and perhaps even pleasant before it went to hell.

You like it when it falls apart.

Why shouldn't she enjoy an excuse to let go? Like the monster had room to talk.

Tag: [member="Elias Logain"] | [member="Jeralt Ovmar"] | [member="Garrett Ovmar"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Saverok"]​

 

[Abaigeal E'ron]

A hand supported her leaning body against the cold metal wall as her head lowered to spit blood from her mouth, the other hand cradled her ribs which would soon sport a healthy bruise. No ribs broken but by the force it hurt. The meeting with her contact on Bespin had gone seriously wrong, she cursed herself for falling for it, although the information had checked out. The black market merchants selling the nanotech had a change of heart it seemed, and the meeting soon spiralled out of her control.

Or they were tipped off, which seemed more likely. It didn’t matter anymore. They lay dead among what was left of their ‘merchandise’. Bespin death count rises, but not at the hands of the monster. She sucked in air to her lungs which hurt but little by little the pain would subsid, and stretching her back did not help much either apart from allowing her to walk.

As she walked slowly from the ally into the street, Geal wiped the blood from her split lip on the back of her sleeve and licked her lips to finish up the wash. Slipping a hand into the pocket of her jacket, she pulled out a packet of death sticks and settled on between her lips and it trembled there as she attempted to light it. The first inhale is always the best, and she drew back long and deep filling her constricted lungs. Immediately she splattered, coughing hard which her ribs did not thank her for, but that did not stop her and she felt more light headed than usual.

She needed a drink. The beckoning neon sign up ahead answered her call and she crossed the street. The cantina stank of stale sweat, drink and smoke and force knows what else and filled with all manner of people and she cared for none of it but made a bee line for the bar and sat down on a stool stubbing out what remained of her stick. She had to give the cantina it’s dues though, there was a crackling atmosphere about the place, all sorts of emotions fizzled around.

After the bar tender had finished business with some lads up the bar from her, he attended on her to which she ordered a long glass of rum and mixer with a slice of citrus. Geal shifted on the stool to gain comfort and to settle in for a while, she did not relish the thought of climbing into the cockpit of her ship to spend hours cramped up with these ribs. Coruscant can wait.

[member="Raven Ashe"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Jeralt Ovmar"] | [member="Garrett Ovmar"] | [member="Elias Logain"] | [member="Saverok"] | [member="Ao Xian"] ​

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Rekha is a social creature and any opportunity she got to flap her jaws was taken. She just happen to be looking over at [member="Raven Ashe"] when she spoke, "Every day is interesting especially if you wake up breathing" Her drink arrived she looked over again towards Raven, "Mind some company. I hate drinking alone"

She wouldn't just walk over some folks just needed their space. There were lots that came into the Lucky Lady like that. They wanted peace, quiet and the opportunity to nurse a drink or drink as many as they wanted without judgement

Just then the door opened Rekha looked up and saw [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] All kinds of new faces about today. Not that she knew every face in the City but it was just her mind the way it worked, all strangers, all new faces. This one though...she had another look about her that Rekha recognized from her own face in the mirror. That slight smudge of blood.

Rekha smiled bad habit putting her hand to her face covering her mouth she drew it down as if wiping away something maybe the other girl would catch on to it...maybe.

That creepy crawly feeling went down her spine again. She began talking in her head where no one heard, "What the feth is going on today? I come over one day ONE DAY and already twice in less than" She looked around for something that told time, "hell...two creepy crawly moments. I'm gonna need a double" She waved over for another...yya know a back up.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Down the hatch for another drink and soon to be another. Shifty eyes fell on other patrons as he mingled and smoldered. Saverok was delighted to see he was not the only unhappy guest. There was talk. Rumor of a monster of beast roaming about Bespin in a murder spree. In past occasions the Gen'dai himself went on some sprees of his own to let out some steam but this? It surpassed what he even was capable of doing and still able to not get caught. It was impressive, if it was all real.

Flesh moved from under his jawline to the sides of his head. Ears. Bat-like in appearance, most of the time Gen'dai tucked them under the jaw line to fit in better and not get in the way. Now that they were out as normal it was pretty obvious what they were being used for. Eavesdropping. A conversation here and there to hone in onto. Jerking his head back some as Jeralt Ovmar verbally spoke. Saverok snarled for a initial reaction but then grinned see as the man had paid for his drinks. Grabbing a new and full bottle from behind the counter Saverok eyed down the bartender and jerked his head in [member="Jeralt Ovmar"] direction.

" Back off. He's paying for it." A toothy smile was shown of Saveroks visage. After getting out of his seat the giant approached from behind to the group of men. The last thing he heard being something about "Hot" places and "cyro grenades". More than enough to grab the interest with the Gen'dais mindset.

" And why would you need cyrogrenades here?" He stabbed a question with a raised brow.

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]
[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]
[member="Raven Ashe"]
[member="Garrett Ovmar"]
[member="Elias Logain"]
[member="Ao Xian"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Elias did not hide listening to the two gentlemen's conversation despite at the same time reading the newspad. What they deducted together seemed far more realistic to the clues he had found by himself. Maybe they were something more than common coin and sensation chasers. His mind drifted to the days of the Lords of the Fringe and his mentor - the monster hunter Emond Law. Days far gone behind and Elias would've lied if he'd say he didn't miss being part of the Fringe.

But everything has an expiration date.

The generous lad of the two bought a drink, well a whole bottle, to the new patron of the cantina - a Gen'dai. Always a sight to behold but with Elias' experience with monsters, species like Gen'dai no longer took him by awe as when he was young. It's why he'd barely registered the behemoth when he first entered.

"If it's something that lives off on heat, or eagerly prefers heat - I'd check the refineries down on the lower levels. It's the hottest point of Bespin." and it truly was - all the gas manufactured was processed down there under intense temperatures. The well isolated walls prevented the need of special suits unless you were a worker and worked directly on the lines.

Elias stood up from his seat, lit up a cigarette, put on his coat and the flat cap, and prepared to leave to check this new piece of information out. While the two gents seemed more technophilic on hunting monsters with cryo grenades and the such, Logain was taught the ancient ways - the Force, natural alchemy, force imbued blades, primitive hunting and all that. Nonetheless, sometimes you need a combination of both to do a better job. Unfortunately, Emond used to be a hardliner on old school.

"Appreciate the drink." he tapped his cap and made for the exit.


[member="Abaigeal E'ron"] [member="Saverok"] [member="Raven Ashe"] [member="Jeralt Ovmar"] [member="Garrett Ovmar"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Ao Xian"]

 

[Abaigeal E'ron]

It was not so much the conversation the lads at the bar were involved in that caught her attention to pay attention, but rather it was the large Gen’dai unfurling his ears. He was a very impressive being to say the least, and although having spent considerable time in the galaxy at large, Geal could not recall ever seeing one before. She took a long sip of her drink as her eyes flicked between the scruffy looking lads and the one with the newspad nestled in his hands. Something was up.

Not what she had come all the way to Bespin for, to investigate some monster on a killing spree, although the local authorities had not made any headway into it, they had acquired the services of investigator off world, or so the news feeds said. Out sourcing seems to be the thing these days.

She did not make any bones about watching and listening in on them all, casually perched on her stool, it was entertaining and interesting if nothing else. Besides, they weren't exactly making any bones about hiding their conversation either. And, her ‘excitement’ for the day was over wasn’t it?

Two and two fell together, between their conversation and the news holocast on the monitor above the bar.

Geal agreed with the guy with the newspad and flat cap, it made sense if they were looking for a monster that loves the heat, the refineries would be a good place to start, or at least rule out. Generators, heating systems anything that required an energy source usually pumped out some heat. And anything that pumped out heat generally had a cooling system to accompany it. Safety and all that.

“Flat caps got the right idea”, she finally piped up. “You boys going to let him go alone?”. Unless of course, he was going to the library, which was most likely not the case.

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[member="Raven Ashe"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Jeralt Ovmar"] | [member="Garrett Ovmar"] | [member="Elias Logain"] | [member="Ao Xian"]​