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Post by Sho'ren'a Talasione on Jun 17, 2006 12:30:33 GMT -8
*Sho'ren'a walks in and eyes the wreckage being cleaned up*
barkeep did you see this droids destruction?
sure it was some sith guy in white armor
*frowns* what color was the blade of his saber?
purple
::thats Kurt::hmm did you see where he was going?
no but *he exits*
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Post by Cale Juhavi on Oct 29, 2006 16:23:32 GMT -8
*Cale walks into Cantina and grabs barkeep* Listen, I'm a local so don't give me any fodder, I need some information and I need it fast. Now the question is, whose going to give me it?
Please I've had a hard enough day already. Give me a break, I don't know anything I swear. But please, sit down, I'm sure someone will be in soon enough that you can harass.
Harass? *Tightens his grip around barkeep*
Did I say harass, I meant ask, politely and all. Take a seat, drink on me, let's put this behind us.
*Sits Down* good move barkeep, I'll have a tarisian ale. ::Now let's see who we end up getting in here::
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Post by Cale Juhavi on Oct 30, 2006 1:45:25 GMT -8
*Cale is becoming impatient* Oh, barkeep, anoth--another glass of your fine tarisian ale, if you could be so kind.
But you've had 4 shots already, this stuff isn't cheap you know.
Well, barkeep if you're cantina had a couple of more customers then maybe I could be out of here quicker. But it doesn't, so shut it and pour the ale.
*The barkeep frowns but pours the ale anyway then proceeds to go to the back room*
::Someone better come soon, I need to get off this rock::
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Post by Cale Juhavi on Oct 30, 2006 2:25:54 GMT -8
*Cale had, had enough. He pulled out his sabre and entered the back room*
What are you doing in here?
Getting the information I need.
I told you, I don't know anything.
Well I don't have time to wait on other options so i'm going to start slicing away with my lightsaber here unless someone starts talking.
But...
*Cale pushes the barkeep against the wall and holds his saber to the barkeeps neck*
I...
*He allows the saber to singe the barkeeps skin*
Okay..Okay! What do you want to know, I might know something...
I'm looking for a couple, two merchants, had a run in with some of Jorenga's old boys this morning.
Them?...I'm sorry but...they're dead. Executed.
*Cale lets out a moan of pain and frustration* I believe you barkeep, good of you to come clean. I better go tell the boy. *Cale exits the bar*
*The barkeep straightens himself out and gets back to work* ::That's life on Nar Shaddaa for you::
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Safiya
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Post by Safiya on Nov 9, 2006 16:49:21 GMT -8
Shrina walked into the cantina and over to the bar "This place looks all too familular" she muttered to herself as she sat on a stool. She kept glancing around her, looking slightly nervous.
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Safiya
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Post by Safiya on Nov 24, 2006 18:38:29 GMT -8
A kinda rough looking guy who looked to be in about his mid thirties walked up behind Shrina and after waiting a moment he reached out to lightly tap on her shoulder. "Hey there"
She nearly screamed as she turned to face him "Oh" she said dryly "You finally showed up" Hopping off the bar stool she slowly moved her hand to her blaster without making it noticeable.
"Yeah, I made it" he grinned at her.
She nearly rolled her eyes at him "Do you have the job for me or not?"
He grinned again "Yup, sure do sweetheart. I've got the whole mission plan with me, but not here eh?"
Part of her wanted to tell him to shut up, but she knew she was lucky to get him to help her out this much and didn't want to "fall out of favor with him" "Alright, let's go" She turned and walked out.
He followed her out of the cantina.
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Lock
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Post by Lock on Dec 29, 2006 22:01:08 GMT -8
After some time spent on Nar Shaddaa Lock prevented Capture from the ORO and as time spent he finally felt safe enough to leave the Smugglers moon
One day while spending time in the Cantina he watchs a man enter, feeling a presence that he once felt Lock sits beside him at the bar
"Caf"
Lock sits
"Same here"
The old man looks away
"So where you from?"
"Boy i'm not here to talk"
Noticing the same tone, the same raspy voice he realizes who it is
"Feylong?"
The old man looks back at Lock
"Lock, I didnt think you escaped"
"And i thought i was the only one"
Feylong sets about a shaking of hands an they talk for hours about what happened
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Lock
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Post by Lock on Dec 29, 2006 22:09:28 GMT -8
After a time they finish up there conversation
"So how bout we get off this rock"
"Son after all my years I've never heard such a good Idea, but we need a ship"
"And we need some Credits...but how?"
"Idea, you got some on ya right?"
"Yeah"
"Lets go, I know a guy who knows a guy who owes me a favor"
They stand and exit the Cantina
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Post by jamie on Jan 9, 2007 17:39:43 GMT -8
Well the scum were easy to find, one having to look no further than the entertainement districts archway. Species from all over littered the streets and populated the various cantinas that lined the walkway. Navarr did not even attempt to stop, knowing full well that attention would be no good for anyone. So instead he made his way to the Scum of the Galaxy Cantina for a drink and a talk. To the jedi's dismay, only the first he would receive. Well, he wasn't one to give up, and simply ordered a drink before retreating to a corner booth to wait for the Mandolorian.
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Post by Jango Reiss on Jan 12, 2007 12:55:04 GMT -8
So, Ando, what are you doing this weekend?Probably just go back to my ship and try to find an apartment or something. Nothing big. Well, Teela and I are going out to dinner this weekend and we'd love for you to come, it's nothing fancy.I don't know, I don't want to get in your way. Nonsense! You have to come!You're not trying to set me up on a date are you? You know how I am around women. Of course not! ::Except yes :: So you'll come?I guess. And remember, if you try to set me up on a date, I'm leaving. Deal!
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Jacinth Visor
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Post by Jacinth Visor on May 19, 2007 8:24:26 GMT -8
A shadowy figure walked into the cantina, he- or she- word tight black pants and a small charcoal tunic- unlike a Jedi's.. as well as a black cloak, the hood covering his- or her face. Many seemed to stare. The person walked up to the counter. "Zwinnger, please." The voice was that of a female. She stood at the bar and sipped her drink. I've been here for a week, I'm begining to suspect that she isn't even here. What led me to this place in the first place? I had only mentioned Nar Shadda as a joke to Master Samtwy, but why did I come anyway? Surely the Force is guiding me. She noticed a certain grungy figure at a far off table staring at her. *sigh* why must I put up with these people? after a few minutes she got tired of his continueous watching and turned and gave him eyecontact. Unlike all other creatures that shrank at this glare, this man didn't waiver. Instead, he stood and walked up to the bar next to Crie. He sipped his drink as Crie stared at him. What is this idiot doing. "What do you want." she asked in a demanding voice with a hint of death on the edge."I don't know.." he turned toward her and looked her over. "What's a pretty lady like you doin' here amongst the likes of us?""What is it to the likes of you.""I don't know.. just that some of us have been talking.. you've got that "Jedi look" about you," he said smoothly. By the tone of his voice he wasn't prepared for Crie's reaction.Crie stood, grabbed his collar and lifted him off his chair and put a green light dagger to his stomach. "Call me a Jedi and see what happens." "I-I- I was just.. ""ASSUMING""Y-yes! assuming.. that's all"She pushed him away from her and tucked her dagger away, "assumptions can get you killed." She pulled out her pistol and shot at his feet three times and watched him dance, "get lost." She tucked her blaster back in it's holster and looked at the bar tender motioning him over with two fingers. He came, not seeming to notice her little facade, and she pulled out a holocube of Soleia. He shook his head. She changed it to Jango and he shook his head again. "Thanks." She put a few coins on the table and then turned and left.
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Post by Onesa on Nov 18, 2007 2:13:25 GMT -8
"2,000."
"Credits? You've got to be kidding." He was a little shocked, though nothing showed. He kept his tone where it needed to be. He thought the sign above the cantina door was a name for this joint, not a advertisement. "I don't have time for Sarlaac Spit, Gremdo. All I need is a name and location." He was getting impatient. The Gran had been talking circles around the subject for nearly ten minutes. He needed to move on. This scum didn't know more than Bantha Poodoo.
"Two-Thou-Sand," He repeated. "None less. Choo want information that I h'ppen te have. Tat makes t'is a bidness venture, so it appears anyway." His grammar was strikingly well polished for his race. He'd been in this game for a long time. Long enough, Daks decided.
"Let me make you a different offer." He looked across the table at the Gran, his fingers gripped around the grooves in his blaster pistol. "You tell me where I can find this... dealer, and you could walk out of here without having to stuff your guts back in."
All three eyes blinked, though none at the same time. It took him a second to decide whether or not it was wise to call Onesa's bluff. Daks Onesa. The name was common legend on Nar Shaddaa. From murder, to smuggling, the stories had a wide variety of colorful endings. Very few of which were true but the Gran didn't know. Daks never denied them, or even commented. He didn't mind letting the lowlives of the cantinas thinking he was the biggest meanest son of a Hutt on the Smuggler's Moon. After some uneducated thought, "Choo bluffing."
He pulled the trigger, shooting the Gran in the knee. The bolt hardly made contact but it did succeed in burning the flesh and setting his olive-drab pantleg on fire. Gremdo jumped up with a whelp and swatted the fire out. He reached for the blaster at his own side but stopped when he realised he had little chance of living past drawing the weapon if he continued. Out of the corner of his eye Daks saw that the few patrons in the empty cantina had turned their attention towards the little pow-wow going on in the corner. He smiled, the blaster still at his side, nowhere near in a place where someone might think he might actually commit a heinous crime with it at any given moment. He kept it at his side and nodded for the Gran to take a seat again.
What a raw deal this had turned out to be. He sat. "1000."
"Don't push it."
He sighed, all three eyes closed. when he opened them he leaned over the table and spoke quietly, as if he afraid someone else might hear him and listen in on his little secret. "His name Dreglorio. Bothan. Short, thin. Works T'ree clicks outta town. Choo'll find him in bunker."
"And he'll know where I can find the man I'm searching for?" He asked in response, taking no care to keep his voice down as far as Gremdo's.
He nodded.
He holstered the weapon and stood. "If you're lying to me... I'll come back for you."
"He der I swears."
Without another word he got up and left the cantina.
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Onesa
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Post by Onesa on Nov 18, 2007 2:24:27 GMT -8
[red]He waited two minutes until after Onesa left then split. There was no one in that bunker except an old swoop gang. They'd probably beat the spit out of him if not kill him. But then there was always that chance he'd live through it and come back for Gremdo. But what other choice did he have? If he told Onesa where Vandust was hiding out, he'd be killed for sure. He had to get to Olan Vandust before Onesa found out he was being fooled and came looking for him. Maybe Gremdo could get some protection by sharing his knowledge of the bounty hunter with Olan. He looked both ways before exiting the cantina and heading down the street hurriedly. [/red]
Olesa watched the filth leave the cantina from his spot down the street. "Moron." Nobody rats out a spice dealer. It was a long shot, but this Gran might just lead him straight to his mark.
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Post by Ragath Ngre on Mar 19, 2009 18:41:44 GMT -8
Ragath stumbled in with his best impression of a drunk. It was a pretty good one. He sat down in a booth, and shouted, "MY NAME IS RAGATH NGRE! I captured Greezo Armadie, and that slimeball Changeling is next! You will all know this; He is in hiding. HE, the murderer of a SENATOR, is afraid to fight ME, a lowly merc! HAHAHAHA!"
He pulls out his blaster-rifle and shouts again, "If the Changeling can best me in a fight, I WILL TAKE THIS BLASTER and shoot myself. How's that?"
He stands up, and starts to walk out. Already people were muttering disbelief after hearing about his recent destruction of the Hutt Cartel on Felucia along with his capture of Greezo. The challenge would spread quickly, and the Changeling would obviously respond.
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