What's in a Name? [CIS]

[Luna Vega]

Might as well 'ave been Coronet City or Nar Shaddaa. Actually, she preferred them to here, as they boasted an ample amount of population that served as a cloak. One could hide among the billions for years. Nime? Not so much; Confederate government controlled. It was a port city on Roon and had been a long time haven for pirates and smugglers alike. It would figure Vega would surface here. Not that anyone was looking for her. Not just yet anyways.

To make matters worse, the privateer had been shoved here. What ever happened to freedom, she mused, then quickly reminded herself that "freedom" landed her on the rock in Wild Space. Perhaps I...aye need a lil' direction from time to time. So waaat! Doona ev'yne?

Five years was a long time for anyone to be gone. Three fingers shot up in the air, her head with a slight nod and then wobble into her other hand. Various shades of azure hair hung freely about her wrist, putting a fair share of her face in the shadows of them. What was that bloody woman thinking? Yes, knock boots with the feckin' government... totally smart. Not.

As she waited the arrival of dinner, the blue-haired pseudo pauper vowed to strangle the life of a one Circe Savan. Blimey force rat. Death or The Confederacy? Why they both sounded just about the same to the space pirate. Made no matter, they took the territory and the ships. Wait around until someone remembered she was there, run out of supplies and go completely, stark raving mad on a back-water planet?

No booze and a slow death. Choices. Choices. The lass preferred to be shot quick, preferably with a bottle in hand and after a good run; that is why she was on Roon- because dying alone and sober was boring. One could only hope that the warrants, old as they were, had somehow expired.

Luna Vega avoided security surveillance like they were a plague, and if all else failed she'd light a cigarra and wallow in the plumes of smoke. Milling about in her own thoughts, the young woman leaned back into the hopes of comfort that the chair seemed to lack. She sighed and pitched her stormy gray eyes around the cantina.


Boom.

Bam.

Boom.


Three shots of Wren's. Oh, how a mouth could water. Salivating salvation. "Say, you gotta name?" A voice came from just around her shoulder, one table down.


"Say, are ye payin', friend?" a pirate smile accompanied a flick of her vibrant bangs from her face. The first of the shots came to and disappeared with as much ease as breathing, straight down her throat. Luna reached for the second, curling her inked fingers around the short, slender glass just as the other came down.

Should'da just paid fer the bottle instead of by the shot. Zeroing in on the bartop, where after several shots, the keep decided to have it with in arm's reach, Vega noticed there only to be a glimmer of deep amber pooled at the bottom. Noticed her pockets were a wee bit light as well.


"Reserve is not cheap," his voice drawled and the barest hint of a smile twinkled.


"Neither am I," she lied, but nor was she for sale anymore. Luna took in his appearance then, noting a jacket-free suit in all black and her eyes narrowed slightly. Wonderful. Not only was she fairly sloshed, but now there was law enforcement ogling her. For what? A date? A trip to a detention cell?


The third shot all but called her name, sang it really, like the siren of serenity it was. Miss Vega verily obliged and supped the two fingers worth of liquor as if it was the last she'd ever have. Wasn't like she could sneak away either. If she stood now, she would likely topple the man and ruin any and all chance at escape.


Instead, she held up three digits again, long enough for the tender to take notice and dropped her hand to her lap. Might as well finish it off since I bought them two new bottles already. Suddenly the privateer became enamored with the decor- posh, sleek silver fixtures, glass, and dark wood. The lighting was even low; which was what encouraged her to choose this one over the others to begin with. Alas, it housed a public more proper than anything she currently donned.


This is what happens when you have an addiction that needs placating. She laughed inwardly at her own mistake.


"You look like trouble," he said finally.


"With a capital 'T'." At least she was honest and bad habits were often hard to break.


This was going to be a long night...

 

[Freanne]

Freanne entered the bar, she just finished her basic training, She joined up after her brothers where killed at drukenwell, she wanted revenge. This was only way she ever get it, well ether that or become like them. She sat down at the bar and noticed what looked like a pirate, being harassed by the local law. It was none her business, she just wanted a drink. The rest of her squad might becoming later, she wanted beat them to first round.

She sat down at the bar, and order herself some brandy A double please as she pointed to the bottle. She was in her cadet uniform still, so the bar man asked her for id. She showed him her dog tags, then he poured her a drink. It was quite a smooth drink, she had not drunk anything while she been training. Her id was fake, she signed up with falsified papers that said she was twenty. In reality she was seventeen, but if they new her true age she would be allowed to serve on the front lines.

 

[Ikki Ike]

[member="Freanne"] [member="Luna Vega"]

"Thank you." Ikki spoke softly from her seat, the chair nearly swallowing her up as she was surrounded by the people. Her eyes flicking back and forth between the people in the bar and keeping track of everything they did as she held the large glass up to her mouth and the blue liquid. The one woman showing her tags drew her interest but a small dismissive flick of her eyes back to the bar passed over her. She tapped lightly the slicewire spools on her fingers and several feet were wrapped up in each spool made for lashing and handling problems. Her gloves designed to accommodate it and not be severed while the net launcher on her hip gleamed. She saw the one woman the pirate and raised an eyebrow but didn't make any movements preferring her super power of being the maid and going unnoticed.

 

[Corey's OOC]

With the State’s capital moved to Roon, Marek was spending his time between that and Hypori. It was so much nicer when they were on the flea bag planet of Bothawui. Still, this was a bit nicer, in the ruins of the Templar was a new government. Fitting, wasn’t it? He never had an issue with the Templar, but that might’ve been because he was somewhere between their Seekers, Inquisition and scientists. Was nice, not that much combat, and he got to use his skills.

Well, typical skills of his family, was that more nature, or nurture? He figured it didn’t matter.

The one thing Marek was always doing was looking for new… potentials. Through the Force, or not, as long as they were able to do work for him? There were a few different establishments in the ports, and Marek had one he favored. Dark, sleek, modern with a touch of rustic. He really preferred that place. Besides, he had a good run of partners from this place. Stepping into the establishment, he reached out with the Force. He knew that Alana wasn’t with him, he was on his own.

Still, he liked to see what was out there, what he could gleam, anyone that knew anything in the Force? Or that just seemed off enough to prove useful?

He made his way over to the bar, leather jacket over his charcoal dress shirt, jeans and black shoes, he looked no more than a spacer, but when he made eye contact with the bartender, they knew he was the Foreman, and to keep it quiet. Simple, really.

[member="Ikki Ike"] [member="Freanne"] [member="Luna Vega"]

 

[Freanne]

She saw few others enter the bar. One looked liked a maid, the other some spacer. She was enjoying her brandy, and it was going to her head a little. Though not much, she was wondering about ordering a bite to eat. Though she hoped others would be coming soon, she wanted to meet her new squad mates. Though they never said would defiantly turn up, some thing to do with possible drill.

Well it be shame to drink alone all night, she scanned the room again. She hoping some one might talk to her soon, well if squad mates did not turn up that is.

[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Ikki Ike"]
[member="Luna Vega"]

 

[Luna Vega]

"You canna be serious," Luna scoffed, reaching for the only shot brought to her, even though her order was for three.


"Miss, you have had the entirety of a bottle of Wren's Reserve. By law, I should have cut you off at half," the tender said, shifting his eyes between the the city police chief and the pirate.


"So waat is two more shots, mate? Honestly..." her hand went to her neck and she rubbed nervously. "waat kinda bar is this? Ya seemed to like the credits before. Waat's teh problem now?" Luna jerked her grease salved thumb at the off duty cop, "Him?" Drinking caps, what bollocks! The privateer had an obvious, low tolerance for authority. She tossed a droll stare over her shoulder at the chief saying as much.


"Stand!" the man in all black suddenly barked.


"Do ye mae a habit of harass'n pay'n coostomors, bub?" her tone was cocky at best, one brow up in a dare.


"What did you say?" A very large, very tall chief of police stood, shadowing her much smaller frame.


"I saed, do ya hav'a hear'n pro'lem?" Vega paused, nursing the contents of the shot glass. "Wha I men'ta sae waas, thoos trousas are 'ery flatterin' on legs such as yours."


"Stand up, pirate. I won't say it again."


Nudging the small glass aside, she rose, pushing from the table. By now the buzz she had worked so hard to get began to slip away, "Cor blimey..." Right out of the page of a story book, perhaps an adult graphic novel. Worn brown leather pants and vest, stained with the likes of mechanic grease gave little to the imagination as far as the lines of a body goes as snug as they were. Her utility belt hung from her generous hips, stocked with a blaster and too many blades to shake a stick at, along with tools of the trade. Inked art work was displayed on the many patches of skin revealed, a few more than three necklaces hung from her neck, a single make-shift bracelet on her right wrist. And knee-high bantha hide boots that had seen better days, with buckles favoring the more rustic flavor as opposed to neat and shiny. "Ya want me ta walk teh liiine too?"


All that was given was a nod, bulky arms crossing over a wide expanse of chest that seemed a touch too much.


One foot in front of the other other, Luna sashayed across the bar floor. Hips in full sway, pirate swagger in play. Really? The last ones you wanted to take the drunk test was a corsair. The lead in her boots grounded her, slowing her pace, making it hard to deviate, but easy to pull off a farce.


"Now cann'I finish me drink?" Just standing there gave her the opportunity to look to each face, noting who just sat by and watched the abuse.

[member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Ikki Ike"] | [member="Freanne"]​

 

[EmKay]

"Feth off, I said I don't want to buy your drugs! Now shut it and let me drink!" Atretes kicked some teenage urchin out of his booth. He'd been drinking. Why? Who the hell knows. When? All day, pretty much, luckily the Force kept him from entering a true state of intoxication, but he was still loud-mouthed and opinionated. He hasn't noticed anything up to this point, oblivious to the world until that pest kept bothering him. Now he saw faces he recognised. [member="Ikki Ike"], the net-loving girl who was eternally wearing a maid suit was at the bar. [member="Marek Starchaser"], who was approaching that same bar and dressed quite informally. That aspect reminded Atretes to look down at what he was wearing.

The undergarmets to the Obsidian Knight armour. The simple armorweave tunic and pants, accompanied by the gauntlets and boots that went with the set. His lightsabers had rolled... somewhere... aha, they were under the seat. He clipped them back onto his belt and sighed as he threw his head back to fight a headache. Water... he needed water... he had water. He grabbed a glass and downed it faster than any shot he'd had today. With the little extra hydration his body had the energy to mend some of the dehydration and damaged braincells, and he was more clear-headed. He looked around again, and saw that multi-hued blue hair that he'd never forget. He groaned as he stood, and straightened out. He approached the scene and, in his still-tipsy state, leaned on the bulkier, but slightly shorter, security officer.

"And what's the problem here, my good man?"

[member="Luna Vega"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Reaching out to the Froce was still the best way to feel out of place for Marek. With the Zeison Sha, he kept his focus towards the telekinesis and the alter powers, the sense bit? That was something he was learning since becoming a Templar, how to feel the world around him. And that included sapients. But this bar? He was looking for something. He could feel [member="Atretes Rhoujen"], someone who was important in recent events, but still, the kid needed to unwind, and keep the lightsabers at home. Marek himself? He had his slugthrower on him, that was it. Enough to get him out of where he was.

So that meant he needed to extend his horizons, look around for what he was hoping for.

That was when he heard the word.

Pirate.

Those were sometimes the best pilots in any sector. They knew that they were getting paid by the contract, not by the hour, and they would ship faster and harder than most merchants, who felt they had some sort of Union rights and privilege. Nope. Marek was all for hiring ATC, because, well, Danger knew her stuff, but for his own crews and any personal… shall we say deliveries? He wanted to have someone who knew what they were doing.

Someone like him.

And that was when he caught view of the pirate, and her hips, and her boots. Right, Marek, her face was up a bit further, sir. This one had the appearance of someone who knew that anything important and anything they wanted to keep needed to be secure on their person. When she was looking around, he didn’t turn to face her, merely sipping his drink. Should the guard come to her again, he’d make sure he was gone. But until then? He was going to see if he’d be able to grab her attention by just existing. Just to see how she read a situation.

[member="Luna Vega"] [member="Freanne"] [member="Ikki Ike"]

 

[Ikki Ike]

Ikki turned her head to the commotion and her eyes took the people on, she didn't actually know any of them... well she did but only the one [member="Atretes Rhoujen"] she recognized, the word pirate had been used and she stiffened only a little. Blending itno the mass of flesh that was the two men standing near her while she slowly started unspooling one of the wires and hooking it just enough to stay up. She walked around the two men wearing medium armor and came into view just a little while her index finger stayed loose ready to swipe with the wire made for going through prison cells. She was looking at the other obsidian knight who had come plus someone else. "I do not think she likes being bothered while she drinks master." Her voice coming out soft and childlike to match her small frame and look but she was focusing her mind working on several things. Those flying creatures teaching her how to process information and condense it into... shouting to knock back their droids.

 

[Luna Vega]

"Again," the Tawntoom chief said with a curl to his lips.


When she gave him a look that said 'lick the poodoo off my boot' he leaned in, revealing the screen to his datapad. Luna didn't have to look down, she knew good and well what was there. "Feck." With two fingers she pinched the shot glass, drew it to her lips, tossing it back. "I'm goona need'ah the res'o'at bottle thar, slim." The bartender hesitated. Perhaps he felt bad? Either way, slim disappeared momentarily; long enough to grab the practically empty stock of Wren and return, handing it to her. He mouthed 'sorry' and fled the scene.


Still close, Rick the cop smiled in her face, "I don't like your kind."


"Ya seem ta be likin' me reeeeal well," before he could respond, the entirety of reserve slid down her throat in one swallow. The glass base of it tapping his chin.


That was when poodooe got bad... got real? For her. The same averted eyes of the patrons were now upon her and she took a moment...brows drawn together in sudden wariness. Rhou? Luna stepped back, shaking her head as if trying to clear the fuzz. Rick reached for the pirate, not to help, but rather to assert power. Everything began to echo, swim. She would have blamed the drink. Would have. If that were the case. Luna was pretty sure she could have owned Wren's Reserve with how long -and it had been long- of a relationship she had with the liquor.


"I don't think you have the money to pay for the bond, kid," the man snorted at [member="Atretes Rhoujen"].


All she could do was shake her head and it was unclear if it was because of what the cop said or if it were something else. This was insane. Am I that drunk? Her eyes narrowed, squinting to try and focus. By the by, it was him. Before she could even think to smile the hold on her wrists tightened. Oh yeah... that...


"And you," Rick said with a laugh, jerking his head at [member="Ikki Ike"], "just keep cleaning. Nothing to see here."


How embarrassing. Luna looked away from Atretes with a wince, finding anything to settle her attention on besides him. She should have probably told him. But they never went into detail, too much anyways, about their pasts. It worked out better that way. That anything happened to be a rather pretty man, medium build, just a shadow of scruff. Her gray eyes continued to drop, lingering on his drink, then lower...

NO! Not there. Sheesh.


...catching a glimpse at what he was packing AKA the slug thrower [NOT THE FREEDOM CANNON]. She skimmed for more tech, another weapon and caught no lines of either from his too casual attire. [member="Marek Starchaser"] had eyes as blue as some of the strands of her untamed hair. It was both pleasant and unexpected to have came across him, Vega noted from out of nowhere. Maybe just because he was nice to look at? Again, she shook her head and used the notion to see peek at whatever expression took over Atretes' face. Sure, he knew she was a pirate...


You are what you are and you can't start apologizing for being you.


And what was in the air? Something was. Forcey types... made her skin crawl.

 

[EmKay]

"You want to bet there, mate..." Atretes muttered, whether the security official heard him or not was of no consequence. He'd just caused the young Knight to stumble forward slightly since most of his weight was resting on the thicker man. The thing was, Atretes had just got back from some conflict somewhere, and all he'd managed to do before he took out his troubles on himself was pull the armour plating off his uniform. That made him surely less distinctive, yes, until a news holo overhead showed the reports of that latest conflict and Atretes leading the fore of the battle. Nobody noticed that right now, though, least of all Atretes who was frozen in his indignant pose. He watched [member="Luna Vega"] get dragged off, and rolled his eyes as he saw her oggling [member="Marek Starchaser"].

"Charming to the last," he thought to himself with some blend of distaste and amusement, and then saw himself on the screen. His brow furrowed as he looked on at the stream of his work, and his eyes glinted with wonder and confusion. He'd never seen himself like that... his mind temporarily vacated the area, and he leaned on a nearby table for support. In his absent-mindedness, he muttered just loud enough to be heard.

"Is that what I look like..?" his voice was distant, as were his eyes, as though he were reliving that moment from a new perspective. It was certainly sobering.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek was keeping tabs on everyone. It was a trick he learned one day. Not to physically look at everyone, to listen, and just track them all over the bar. It wasn’t too hard, bartenders could do it as well, the same way they kept everyone’s drink order straight and watched everything going on in their little domain.

The sort-of square Knight, [member="Atretes Rhoujen"] was there. He was… being the hero? Since when was that part of the repertoire? He was a Knight Obsidian, not a Knight in Shining Armor. Just leave it lie, unless the person was in a bombing run or killing off slaves, Marek had felt no need to protect anyone.

Unless they were of use.

Sort of like how he felt about [member="Ikki Ike"], he could feel her in the Force, flitting around and doing her… maid job? Where was this one even based out of? She was everywhere! Between her and [member="Freanne"] there was a lot of face he wasn’t that in tune with.

“Why don’t you let her be?” Marek said. A clippy and definite tone to his voice. He still was leaning on the bar, rocks glass in hand, held up to his lips, and his eyes didn’t even leave the screen above the bar. But really, he wasn’t liking the way the law man was speaking and treating [member="Luna Vega"]. It should probably stop.

 

[Luna Vega]

"Watch it, son," Rick made something low trickle from his mouth, like a growl, when [member="Atretes Rhoujen"] lost his balance and nearly knocked into him, "or you're next." He hadn't looked at the younger man, didn't give him that kind of time. The lowly police chief was looking at the credits he was going to make in the form of a blue-haired spitfire. These Confederates, they will figure out sooner or later who the law is in this city, he thought with amusement. There were reports a mile long, as long as his contacts would reach, for the lot of them. And it stretched far past the likes of this system.


Luna's eyes flickered, watching from the fall of her beryl disheveled bangs, a sort of defeat riding along her lithe, drawn in shoulders. No way do' he'ave tha' kin'o credits. Gunmetal pools followed to where his were trained and she blinked. The pirate couldn't help but glue her sights to the holoscreen because what she was seeing, she definitely did not want to believe. Rick was mumbling something to her, no doubt how long she'd be in the slammer. "A long, long time, miss. Better enjoy the holo while you can. You'll have none of that where you're going."


“Why don’t you let her be?”


While Luna 'the lunatic' Vega was staring at the images rolling across the screen, the chief tugged her closer. Snapping her attention to the present. The wider, stauncher man addressed the pretty boy, tick in his eye, "Just doing my job. Little lady has a rap sheet that crosses six star systems." He smiled down at her darkly and she could only glare. So much for it fading away. So much for a new life. She looked back at Atretes then and sighed, dropping her head again.

Rick dropped the datapad on the table, in clear view of anyone near or strolling past. The screen lit up and a list that had to be scrolled down by pages suddenly revealed a past she would have rather forgotten. Everything there on the list was a link opening to another tab that dropped down, detailing each account with dates, files, proof, and names. Luna glanced to [member="Marek Starchaser"] then, smiled as her frock of blue shook with amusement. Some of the numbers were off, way off and some of these were from when she was underage. And others? Just plain truth in black and white.



Public Intoxication [Twenty-Six counts, one pending]
Indecent exposure [Sixty-Eight counts]
Prostitution [Linking to Galactic Interpol System... reconfiguring...]
Solicitation [Thirty counts]
Evading Arrest/Failure to Appear in Court [Database down... attempting to reconnect]
Disorderly Conduct [One hundred and twelve counts]
Disturbing the Peace [Ninety-Eight Counts]
Larceny Misdemeanor [Thirty-Nine counts]
Aiding and Abetting/Accessory [Eleven counts]
Smuggling: Goods [Twenty-Two counts]
Smuggling: Weapons [Seventy-Three counts]
[SIZE=14.6666669845581px]Drug Trafficking/Distribution [Fourty counts][/SIZE]
Embezzlement [Nineteen counts]
Credit Laundering [Attempting to reconfigure..]
Grand Theft: Vehicles [Twenty counts]
Grand Theft: Spacecraft [Seventy-two counts]
Aggravated Assault [Sixteen counts]
Aggravated Assault with a Weapon [Two hundred and nine counts, one pending]
Aggravated Assault against Authority [One hundred and twenty-nine counts, one pending]
Computer Crime/Hacking [System Updating...]

System Updating...

System Updating...

System Error/

System Error/

Attempting to reconnect...

 

[Freanne]

She could see what was happening, and she was soldier know, she had duty to help the officer. Regardless of if she thought he was wrong or right. She set her scout blaster to stun, and then pointed at [member="Luna Vega"] from under the table. So her weapon could not be seen. This way if she tried anything, she simply shoot her in the back. Then deal with the aftermath later, as she sure the security would want to ask her questions.

She kept a second eye on her possible friend, a on the tattooed man. Just encase they where together, ether way she shoot first ask questions later. As they simply wake up with head ache, in security cell in few hours time. Well this great way to celebrate joining the army, a bar fight. She did not drink anymore of her brandy, as she wanted keep a clear head. Though she was quite nervous of what was about to happen.

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

 

[EmKay]

The news feed ended, and Atretes looked to the ground. Something in him reveled in the notion of him being so powerful to lead nations, and the parts of him that were predisposed to keeping out of the limelight like that were screaming to do something to stay out of that position, to retreat to when he was unknown. He couldn't recant the deeds of the past, but he could change the course of the future. His brow furrowed and he pushed off from the table he was leaning on. He took a breath with an audible huff for an exhale and turned on his heel to face the drama. Gears were clicking in his head, plans, plots, risky moves, things that could put a spin on this entire situation. He looked from [member="Luna Vega"], to [member="Marek Starchaser"] and [member="Freanne"], sensed the danger there but couldn't see anything, glanced over to [member="Ikki Ike"], then strode forward and plucked up the datapad. He scrolled through it quickly, his genetically augmented mind plucking away at the information faster than his eyes could truly keep up, and he set it down then. Synchronisation errors aside, Luna had quite the rap sheet. That worked for him, though not in a personal sense.

"Officer, by the length of this list, I'd say that she falls high above your pay-grade," Atretes said, his voice slipping from the throes of alcohol and into the commanding tone he used to purge the Templar Order from Roon, "On behalf of the Confederate government, I request you turn over the captive to me for official processing." he finished, and with the full expectation that the officer would comply, he turned to look at Marek.

"I'll need your help," he tossed Starchaser a wink on the eye the security officer couldn't see -- a typical gesture of ulteriour motive -- and continued, "with this one. She can be a handful." he finished, letting the possible double entendre to the right mind lie where it was. If all went smoothly, the private interview could begin. To what end, who knew?

 

[Freanne]

She listened to what new comer had to say, their was only one problem, who the hell was he. She decide she have make sure the officer new he was not alone. She got her table, and then gently put to it floor, without making a sound. She then crouched behind it, and said ​Officer I am cis military, I have your back, may I suggest you check his id.

She was nervous as hell, and any force sensitive would realize she was scared. Though she felt duty bond, to help the police officer. If they turned and faced her, and did anything under towards. She probably shoot them in the back, before they got chance to do anything. As she did not want to take a chance, she no idea who anyone was in the bar. Also why have her squad mates, not turned up yet?


[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Luna Vega"]

 

[Ikki Ike]

Ikki heard the woman and stood there while the office moved and she narrowed her eyes just a little while the two men the wire was behind yelped and complained. The wire retracting and spooling around her fingers after it bit into them. She was listenign to the others and just blending into the background now while listenign to the people. Not wanting to cause a scene yet unless it was needed but keeping her method of getting out and to a ship clear. A small smile came to her face giving that small level of amusement. "Of course master"

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek couldn’t help but smirk. Really, that was all this was? An arrest? And nothing really bad. Now if there was murder, then that would complicate things, he assumed. Looking to the officer and back to [member="Luna Vega"]. “You’re really going t try to supercede me on this one? She has a skill set. A useful skillset.”

That involved theft and being a runner. He could use this one. Give her a ship and a destination? Presto, perfect operative. Maybe she could even learn to play with other agents and get them where they needed to go and back out again. Not that he was looking to make a pirate ship, but privateering? Disrupting supply lines from people who have no ties to his companies and the people he holds as allies?

Sure!

Why not?

He gave a nod to [member="Atretes Rhoujen"] as well. He could help. Maybe he could use her every so often, but his goals were a bit loftier. Bring the Techno Union into a power of its own. Work with his new defense force, and work with his allies to bring about a secure position for him in the new galaxy. The galaxy that was always changing.

The new comer, the new officer of the military, he smirked at. He knew there was, or should be, at least one weapon on her. Smirking, he nodded at @Freanne. “No one needs to see my ID.” Not that he was going to mind trick someone, Marek wasn’t one that played with the Force in such a way. He had friends to do that.

Watching [member="Ikki Ike"], who he assumed knew who he was, he was waiting to see what moves were going to be made. He had his weapon ready. He had the Force, and the guns, and the contacts. He wasn’t afraid of some officer. What he was afraid of was losing the potential. That was important.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

"Gimme a... a.. erm. A drink. Yeah. An alcohol a day makes the alcoholic. A black ale. Strong. No straw, do I look like a child?"

The bartender placed a tall glass on the table and rummaged his grimey hands around the bar, searching for the required drink. Successfully, the Twi'lek bartender spilled the dark liquor into the glass. He placed the bottle back down below the bar then slid the now full glass across the bar towards the Mandalorian with expert precision.

"Four fifty."

"Four fifty? And I thought this place was a dump. Cheers." Neskar nodded to the barkeep, then precisely whipped a five credit piece from his satchel and tossed it to the bartender. "Keep the change, pal. You'll need it."

Spinning away from the bar, the bounty hunter looked out across the bar, keeping a half glare, half grimace etched onto his face beneath the infamous Mandalorian helmet, that one with the T on it from the films, and took a sharp sip of the bitter liquor, the fire of it burning the inside of his throat, just how he liked it. "Heh. Groovy."

[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Ikki Ike"] [member="Freanne"] [member="Atretes Rhoujen"] [member="Luna Vega"]

(pls interact with me)

 

[Luna Vega]

Being in that life... low down and dirty excuse for a life, certain things were just- they were second nature. Protecting yourself, surviving was one of those. Real high up on the list. Something about being hunted... being captured just did not sit right with sapphire mopped pirate. There was a weapon being pointed at her; Luna could feel the cool metal down in her bones, could smell the perspiration of fear. Smell it? Feel? What the bloody hell... Her head shook, lids blinked over her eyes. A certain itch... like a tickle to her senses. Not today, princess... This one knew somehow, just who had their finger on the trigger. Where was she?

When the off duty police chief gave direction to the others-steely eyes following the likes of [member="Atretes Rhoujen"] and [member="Marek Starchaser"], and his body slightly twisting to face them- the grease licked corsair turned also, shifting her gray eyes to the rest of the bar. "My pay grade is not of your concern," Rick scoffed, turning his nose up a little. "And you... no ID is needed for the Foreman." He smiled as if the information was hard to come by and were something special. It had been something she didn't know though..."Huh." The two Confederates were proving useful what with calling law enforcement out. The grip loosened.

The rest was just background noise to Vega as she turned the occupants over, pinning them on a female soldier. "Lass, I woul't be doin' that," the clipped words came from the wanted woman and she twisted, then ducked from the hold she was in. Sudden movement would in no doubt cause the careful hold of the blaster to waver, or in the least, put it off course and not on the pirate's person. Rick reached, but she was free and with a quick one-two stomp of boots, the blue-haired charmer leaned back. In the same line of dance, Luna shoved the unsuspecting officer, throwing her weight in it, propelling him into the table for cover. If nothing else, it would cause the woman to have lost the target. Either way, a massive body fell into the make-shift barricade.

In the moments it took to jerk a blade and her pistol from the confines of her boot and her belt, Luna slipped first past Marek with a scuffle of feet. "Hi," she said and dove just to the table [member="Freanne"] sat beside. "Slippery, stinkin' wench!" Luna spat mid-air, briefly noticing the reputable helm of a bounty hunter [[member="Neskar A'toll"]] before landing in a slide across the polished wood and then off. Poodoo. The blades were already out, one elbow tucked in against her side and the other out, the barrel of the blaster aimed straight for the junior cadet's head, pointer finger on the ready of the trusty trigger. Assault with a weapon, anyone?

What was another charge? Luna Vega would in no doubt see the inside of a cell, but she would not go down without a fight.


Rick stood, just beside the woman he had fell into, tick working his jaw as he stared meters from his paycheck. "Someone best start cleanin' this mess up," he said dryly, maybe even hinting at another mess aside from what was obvious. The man would have looked at the maid [[member="Ikki Ike"]] had there not of been a weapon pointed in his general direction.