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The New Generation (Open to All)

How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? Nothing was making sense anymore. Nothing, I suppose, ever did.
Darren Onyx snapped out of his zombie like state of thought as a glass was placed on the table. He looked up to see a droid turn to return to the bar at the other side of the large cantina. The bar wasn't too busy, Darren was one of the regulars who came here to drink and forget. But he never does. As he brought the drink to his lips memories slowly filled his mind; memories of previous friends, foes, battles won and lost, and of his many mistakes.

As he finished the drink he looked around to see if anyone was watching him. They weren't, they were too concerned, like he was, with their own privacy. He leaned forward in his seat and closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Anyone who knew him previously wouldn't even recognize him anymore. His slicked back blonde hair was now long and shaggy, graying whether from age or stress nobody could tell. His face had more scars then it ever had before and his cybernetic implants were showing; his metal chin, wires in his cheeks, plating on his forehead, and patches of metal as well as wires on his neck. If anyone could look past the scars and enhancements, they'd see a visibly tired and lonely face; a face he actively thinks nobody will ever care for again after all he's done.

His meditating just brought back more memories. As he opened his eyes he shook his head. Reaching into his dark robes he pulled out his old mask that belonged to his ancestor. He eyed it, studied it. He had dedicated so much time to so many failed rebellions and causes to try and rebuild the empire his ancestor created; to become the master of light and dark as he did and use it to gain the control of the galaxy. He placed it on the table and just stared at it. The shadow of Revan was always, from the beginning of his training as a Sith, hung over him. Even when he sought to make his own destiny and forge his own legacy, Revan called him back. The mask was always with Darren from the start, and he wore it through his toughest trials and triumphs.

He let out a long sigh, it sounded as if he had held it in for years and was just now letting it out. He eyed the mask, then the empty glass, and then the mask again. Slowly he reached over for the mask and smirked. "If the time comes," he spoke silently to it, "I will wear you again old friend... This time things are going to be different." He placed it in his robes and stood up. Throwing some credits down on the table he made his way out of the dimly lit bar and into the warm night of Tatooine where, he hoped, something would encourage him to either keep fighting or to keep waiting for death. He didn't know which was a worse fate.

[member="Ponyboy Reynolds"] // [member="Xzara Vox"] // [member="Seanna Vel"] // Open to anyone and everyone
 
Tatooine, it's harsh and desolate landscape almost had charm to it, but that wasn't saying much as nearly all of the dry backwater worlds had some charm, according to Xiarr at least. As the two twin suns set, hot air blew in Xiarr's face, a familiar feeling that only brought back memories. It had been more than a year since Xiarr last visited Tatooine, he had spent most of his recent days meditating and training, as he really had nothing else to do. It had been a while since the taste of alcohol had met his lips, he used to drink quite often, but he had stopped ever since he had found a deeper meaning in life. Of course, he had no idea what this meaning was, but he would search the entire galaxy in order to the find it. So, he went back to where it all began, the cantina.

As he walked to the cantina, he saw the common rabble of the rim, smugglers, refugees, thieves, and others. When he reached the cantina entrance, he saw a man that definitely did not fit with Tatooine's populous. He had scars all over his face, some visible cybernetic implants, and blonde hair that was starting to turn gray. His presence was familar, too familiar, as though he had seen this person from somewhere else...

[member="Darren Onyx"]
 
As Darren reached the end of the door he bumped shoulders with a stranger. He looked up and scuffed before seeing his face. As they made eye contact he could sense something. He knew this stranger. Or at least he thought he did. Did he? He couldn't tell. Even if he did he didn't know if this stranger knew him. If he did he assumed they were enemies at one point or another. Or maybe they ar enemies now, meeting for the first time in years?

His mind was hazed and the memories of past faces blurred. He eyed the stranger before turning and walking away. Whoever it was he didn't want to start a fight. Or reignite a fight. He kept walking into the approaching night, towards a small hotel where he'd be staying. His head hung low, his eyes down in the mud.

[member="Xiarr Sair"]
 
An Aqualish stood in front of the hotel with a large droid. He stepped out in front of [member="Darren Onyx"] as the man tried to pass and threw an arm around his shoulders.

"Ey Pateesa, wanna buy some deathsticks? Low low price for special man like you."
 

B'enor Benjeel

Head Engineer for Commenor
Ben sat in the hotel bar and lounge with his rather small legs and feet casually crossed on the rounded table in front of him. Leaning back in his chair he heard, with his very sensitive chadra-fan hearing, a being outside say something about deathsticks and a special… price? Or something like that. He was paying too much attention to his sabacc hand.

Though, he thought, I never get a special price – not that I want deathsticks, it’d still be nice to be offered a deal.

He quickly turned his attention back to the game. He slammed his cards down onto the sabacc table’s suspension field and triumphantly declared, “Pure sabacc, eat that ya creeps.” But when the others at the table didn’t complain profusely about his masterful victory, he looked down at his cards and saw their values had changed before they touched the suspension field, a common occurrence in sabacc, and, well, he’d lost again.

“Farkled again by a bunch of nerf herders” he exclaimed as he slammed his fists onto the table in frustration. The others started laughing while he tried to remember why he ever bothered playing the game.
 
Roth walked into the hotel lobby behind someone, keeping in their shadow rather easily as the person kept the door unknowingly open for him. He slips out of the way when an arm is thrown around of the man he was following. When he had entered successfully, he scurried through a few clumps of people before settling himself into a chair near the corner of the room. He observed his surroundings, his nose twitching and smelling the air of the hotel.

Arid, as all things in Tatooine, and sadly, 'No one hear interesting enough to steal from' he thinks to himself, resting his cheek on his hand. He scans the room over once more, ears flattening as he realizes tonight would be a rather hungry one if he couldn't find anyone.

His ear turns towards a sound of laughter after a few moments and he flicks his head in the direction of it. He tilts his head, then sizing up what the source of laughter was. Seeing the chadra-fan and what he was doing, he had finally found some sort of target. He was clearly losing something in this game, and whatever that might be, Roth was going to have it for himself.
 

Xzara Vox

Guest
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Xzara Vox meandered down the streets of Tatooine as she pondered the day's events. She flew to Tatooine for an excavation of an artifact that she had been searching for her entire career. It was an ancient piece of Jedi machinery, that if sold to the right buyer, would land her enough credits to last a lifetime. So imagine her disappointment when she made it to the dig site and saw half a dozen Jedi already searching. Now, Xzara doesn't have the best relationship with the Jedi, luckily she managed to get out of there without them seeing her.

By this point in the day Xzaras spirits were very low, so she decided to try her luck with some gambling. Long story short, she lost all her money, and there might have been a few drinks involved that didn't help with concentration or strategy.

So now, exaughsted, Xzara needed to find somewhere to sleep. She knew the owner of a nearby hotel so she headed in that direction. She made her way inside, it was busy. Xzara approached the desk and said, "Vinny! Long time no see! How's it going pal?"

Vinny looked up at her, "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Xzara I thought after you sold me a fake I told you I never wanted to see you in hear again?"

"Aw c'mon Vinny! Don't be like that, would you forgive me?" Xzara pleaded.

"Xzara, turn around, and walk out of my hotel. And never come back." Vinny pointed at the door.

Xzara grumbled and insult and started for the door, she spotted a lounge off to the right and out of sight of the counter. She snuck over and sat down. She would just stay for a bit, maybe something interesting would turn her night around.
 
Xiarr watched as the strange man looked at him and walked off, he knew that this was the person he was looking for, or he would at least be important for finding the person he was looking for. Xiarr then realized how tired he was, it was the middle of the night and he should get a good rest. Xiarr began to walk to the nearest inn instead of sleeping on his bed in his ship. The bed in the ship the ship had a few screws loose, not bad for a two thousand year old ship, but it wasn't the best sleeping conditions.

When he reached the inn, he saw a small rat like creature, a girl, and a possible death stick dealer among others. Before he would get a room, he sat down in the lobby and pondered what he was going to do next, trying to not disturb everyone else.

[member="Xzara Vox"]
[member="Roth Staflo"]
@B'enor (Ben) Benjeel
[member="Narbo"]
[member="Darren Onyx"]
(Please do use that little mention button, it helps everybody out)
 

B'enor Benjeel

Head Engineer for Commenor
The blue twi’lek woman sitting across from him stopped laughing long enough to say, “So, are you tired of loosing yet? Or would you like to give us more credits, little one.” Ben had been searching his vest pockets for any spare credits when…. What did she say… little one? He stood up so fast he knocked his chair over which landed with a thud, quickly drew his blaster and pointed it at the woman with a furious expression in his eyes.

“Call me that again!”

The twi’lek and the two humans at the table put their hands up, she said, “Hey, we don’t want any trouble”, then looked down toward her own blaster, “Let’s just all walk away, eh?”
“Yeah, walk away” he said as he holstered his blaster, “I’m out of credits anyway.” “Hutt-spawn schutta” he mumbled under his breath as he walked away from the table, fists clenched.

Still fuming from being called short, something he really, really didn’t like, and losing his last few credits, he stomped his way to the entrance and walked outside, passing an aqualish and another being, and slumped against the exterior wall. “Shorty” he called to his highly modified astromech/slicer droid, “get over here.”

To nobody in particular, he yelled out, “Anyone have a job? Need a mechanic? A slicer?” then muttered, “a janitor…”. He slumped farther.

[member="Narbo"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Xzara Vox"] [member="Roth Staflo"] [member="Darren Onyx"]
 
As Roth watched the scene, he blinks and cracks a smirk as the chadra-fan walks out. He passes by the only other creature in the hotel he was as short as he was. He smirks and manages to snatch a few credits from one of the humans he had been playing against before sneaking back near the door and leaning against the wall. He makes himself as not conspicuous as possible, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jackets and looking off to either side of him, waiting for someone else to open the door so he doesn't look like he wants to leave as soon as possible.

The squib twitches as nose as he takes another look around, observing the few interesting characters that were there. As usual, he was being deliberately ignored by the people in there, which is just what he wanted.
 
"Eh?" Narbo slipped away from the potential client, who really didn't seem all that talkative anyway, and approached the groaning Chadra-Fan.

The bald, but still hairy Aqualish looked the runt up and down with four beady eyes. Narbo's tusks whuffled. "You mechanic?" He poked one of his three fingers toward the oversized rodent. "How good are you with starships, ​punchee, say if I needed a few special, special aftermarket adjustments made?"

@B'enor (Ben) Benjeel
 

B'enor Benjeel

Head Engineer for Commenor
Ben, staring up at the sky waiting for his astromech to get back from whatever he was doing on his shore leave – I mean really, he thought, what did that overweight gob of grease have to do on shore leave anyway, visit his astromech wife and kids or something – heard the aqualish ask if he was a mechanic.

Hearing this, Ben’s ears perked up and he turned his head toward the aqualish, “How good are you with starships, punchee, say if I needed a few special, special aftermarket adjustments made?”

Ben got to his feet and dusted himself off. A job, he thought, just what the doctor ordered. “Am I a mechanic? You bet your bald spot I am. Can I make a few extra special adjustments to a starship? Let me ask you this, does a borgle bat’s bum pucker in a power-dive” he responded confidently.

“Errr, well-anyway, the answer is a definite yes. At the right price, of course.” He put his hand around the aqualish’s lower back – as if he were his new buddy – and said, “let’s go for a walk and you can tell your new mechanic all about these special, special adjustments.”

[member="Narbo"]
 
Darren couldn't get his mind off the stranger he bumped into. He could tell that they were force-sensitive but beyond that he felt like he knew who it was. His mind was muddy and scrambled, maybe he was overthinking it?

He pushed pasted it and walked into the lobby of the hotel and heard arguments and laughter and the usual banter that this type of place had to offer. He cursed under his breath, annoyed and anxious to get to his room; lock himself away from it all. As he walked he pulled out a small flask from inside his robes and drank from it before stopping. He was in the middle of a crowd, the casino that one had to walk through to find the rooms. A good amount of them were staring at him. Why wouldn't they? A tall man with scars, cybernetic implants, red mandalorian armor, black robes, and two lightsabers strapped to his belt... yes, he would attract attention. He looked around and noticed a lounge, a place to drink some more.

He sighed and pushed through the crowd, or rather they moved aside for him, and made his way to the bar inside this lounge. Light music was being played and it was obvious everyone here was relaxing. It was something Darren hadn't done in a long time. He looked around for an empty table and found one near the back. As he walked towards it he noticed a girl sitting in the table beside the empty one; the force grabbed hold of him and he could sense the power within her. He slowed his walking, cautioning himself. It had been years since he had sat to talk with a force-user, or even really saw one. He was almost to the empty table before instinct took over and he sat across from her.

"Let me buy you a drink," he said calmly.

What are you doing?

He waved his hand at one of the men behind the bar, holding up two fingers. The man quickly made his way over and placed two beers on their table. Darren looked at the girl and smirked. "I'm On--" he stopped himself.
You're name is Onyx.
"Darren," he corrected. "I'm Darren." He reached down and grabbed the beer and took a quick gulp from it. "And you are?" It was strange, him talking with someone. Honestly it wasn't something he did too often these days; all the mopping around longing for the days of old while also dreading them caused one to lose some sanity and personality...

[member="Xiarr Sair"]
[member="Xzara Vox"]
 
"Oh ho ho, Narbo likes you, pateesa."

He patted the Chadra-Fan on the head and started walking in the direction of a grungy air speeder. An odd goon with a head like a red target stood in front of the speeder, hands clasped behind his or her back.

"What you know about giggle dust, mmm?" asked Narbo, tusks shuffling. "You know it is good product, but no so good to sell. Like giltterstim, everybody is watching for people who sell. So, how do you hide such product? How do you make big moulee-rah without getting caught by planetary securities?"

@B'enor (Ben) Benjeel
 

B'enor Benjeel

Head Engineer for Commenor
Narbo, that’s what Ben assumed the guy’s name was since he used it in the third person, walked him in the direction of a scruffy air speeder. Ben cocked his head a little to one side as he stared at the being standing in front of it, its head shaped like a red target. I’ve seen a lot of weird things, he thought, but I haven’t seen that.

“Giggledust, I’ve heard of it, it’s a spice variant. Makes you laugh harder than a hutt crime lord in a sadistic comedy club. Haven’t tried it myself, I’m usually wound up enough, but I’ve heard it's good stuff. As for your little distribution problem, you found the right man ma’ friend. I worked for a smuggler for four years, and let me tell you, we hid, what you could say, was a very large volume product.”

“beep, beep, wooooo”

“Hey, Shorty! By caraya’s soul you decided to join me. I was about to have kittens by the litter worrying that you’d fallen and couldn’t get up. I hope the wife and kids are doing well.”

“Bep, boop, wistle”

“Of course I’m joking. You don’t have the choobies to have kids, haha. Well I guess introductions are in order” he said as he pointed toward Shorty, his highly customized astromech/slicer droid that also happened to be the same size as him, “Narbo, this is Shorty, Shorty, this is Narbo our new employer. Oh, and I’m Ben.”

He twitched his head toward the weird being, “New body guard model eh? Figure people couldn’t resist shooting at the target rather than yourself, I take it.” He nudged Narbo gently with his elbow in jest.


[member="Narbo"]
 
After a few moments of standing around, he noticed the human he had stolen from reaching into their back pocket and realized most of the credits they had just won were missing. They whip around, calling loudly about a thief. As the human's eyes land on Roth, the squib's ears flatten and he grabs the door the aqualish had opened and scurries out, quickly smoothing out his coat and looking around.

"Not your sliest escape, Roth." He mumbles to himself, pulling his hat down to cover his eyes. He follows who he had seen from inside at a distance, trying to not look involved in anyone as he fixes his jacket. He adjusts the holster on his side as he looks around, nose twitching nervously. Not to many people looking down at him, luckily, and he looks up at the two he's following loosely behind. As they begin to talk, he decides that next to these two, he looked fairly inconspicuous, what with one having just pulled a blaster and the other seeming just- rather sleazy. So he would probably go as far as the edge of the town at least before leaving their tail.

He doesn't let them know any of this, obviously, but after a few turns it is kind of clear to anyone who looked back a squib was in their shadows, and half listening to their conversation, going as far as to roll his eyes a few times at the words the two exchanged, but ducking back a bit when the droid made itself known.

@B'enor (Ben) Benjeel [member="Narbo"]
 

Xzara Vox

Guest
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Xzara drummed her fingers on the table as she stared at nothing in particular. She watched people talk and laugh with each other, they were all so carefree, "I wonder what that feels like." She thought.

She was about to get up and leave when she felt another force user, she scanned the room to see who it was, he wasn't hard to spot. He was a tall man, with cybernetics, and two light sabers. She also noted once he got closer that one eye was yellow and the other was blue.

Xzara sat up straighter as he approached her table and sat down. He offered her a drink, which she gladly took. He introduced himself as Darren. He wasn't a threat, she could tell that much by his demeanor.

"I'm Xzara. Thanks for the beer."

[member="Darren Onyx"]
 
Tatooine... what a sparse planet. Infested with Tusken raiders and Jawa traders who would rob a man for his shoes given the opportunity. Leo was here on some personal business, he was meeting a contact in i casino/tavern and didn't want to be too late. The rough sand whipping around him as he pulled his collar tight to his neck, protecting him from the glare of the twin suns. He strolled right on through the double doors, his long, sleek hair concealing most of his features in a tangled shroud of black. It would seem that his contact was even later than he was, so taking a stool at the bar, he glanced at the bartender. "Whiskey on the rocks." Pushing a wad of credits across the bar, he took the chance to observe his surroundings, and the people in the room...

| [member="Xzara Vox"] | [member="Roth Staflo"] | @B'enor (Ben) Benjeel | [member="Narbo"] | [member="Darren Onyx"] | [member="Xiarr Sair"] |
 
Xiarr waved at a bartender, motioning him to come toward him, he ordered a Corellian Brandy for the first time in what seemed like ages. He looked around the room to see a few new faces and a pickpocket, which wasn't surprising. The Rim had always been in a poor state, and the rest of the galaxy never or will ever care. The bartender put the brandy in front of Xiarr, and Xiarr put a handful of credits in his palm. He took a sip and he saw some people interacting with each other, Xiarr knew that something big was going to happen, it was almost cliche as by now he had come to expect things like this. Xiarr kept a close eye on everyone, making sure that no lowlife would steal his credits, or worse, his lightsaber.

[member="Leo Vandermolen"]
[member="Xzara Vox"]
[member="Roth Staflo"]
[member="Narbo"]
[member="Darren Onyx"]
@B'enor (Ben) Benjeel
 

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