Prime Wills(non-force users)

[Foxfire]

Location: 'Whining Mynock'-seedy cantina

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The planet was a perfect place for what was about to go on. The air so putrid and fowl that simply breathing was a chore. What was more this was a good air day for Balosar. As for Ryver/Taym they had better. They were given by request an offer they could not refuse. What the employer was offering was not money or fame but program tech to detect and gage the levels and that hidden force they use.

So that is why either of them would come to this polluted backwashed cesspool of a planet. They how ever had to make an excuse to their shipmates. Giving a story that was not taken for they had tracked the other following them for a long while. Instead of trying once more to give them the slip they waited for them at the worsts bar they could find.

Just in the short time three patrons were killed over the wrong food orders and one for stepping on the tail of another. This going on all the while flesh slaves danced around half naked and tried not to get dragged off stage by the very handzy crowd. Ryver had thought of how many of their missions start this very same way. Oh well it may have been very original but it will have to do. Neither of the two following were much on mystery or the showmanship of those secret meetings. The loudest, dirtiest and hazardous place would fit both of those two.

[kozeph]

Kivesh boots clicked on the door frame, a rare of the bounty hunter to make any kind of noise. The Ubese had left his feet such careless noise, since no one would listen to it, the putrid and chaotic noise was enough to mask the little sound of the dark hunters boots. A couple of people turned their heads around, but only for a second. Sure anyone in their sane minds would at least unconsciously give a good look at the painted skull and glowing orbs of the Ubese helmet.

Kivesh was here today to meet a client, he shrugged and walked inside. In all his years as a bounty hunter, mercenary and bodyguard the hunter had not quite figured out why people liked to hire their contacts in a room full of ears. Better would be to meet in a private spot a nice quite room or alley way would be something like that would make Kivesh a bit less irritable, if only a little.

This job wasn't something Kivesh was looking forward too, it was a low pay, the type of job that was a waste of the Ubese talents. But he had to keep in shape, cool off and figure what he should do now that he was a freelancer again, that annoying boy had vanished again and Kivesh was left behind with the feeling of sticking one of his swords in that brat body. Somewhere not lethal but that it would leave a good mark...

The dark armored hunter shrugged and kept walking inside, easily dodging and avoiding being touched by the filth of this place. Kivesh stopped one he caught a glimpse of something familiar.

Oh great it was that droid. If the Ubese spotted the peculiar droid, then there was little doubt that the droid had already spotted him. Curiosity grabbed hold of the hunter and he approached the droid.

"You again" The mechanical voice spoke rudely as always, that droid like un-emotional voice.

[Karl the Unfettered]

The 'Whining Mynock'? 'Whining Mynock'? Good lord, a cantina with a name like that was just begging to be blown up, along with everyone inside. Of course, knowing his luck there'd be people he knew in there, thus making the whole 'sky-high wall of flames' thing a bit difficult, since he'd have to selectively evacuate the place without alerting the general populace to... whatever he ended up planning in regards to executing the 'gaping crater in the ground' thing.

Probably a lot of whiskey bombs. Maybe some explosives. Gas tanks too, couldn't forget the gas tanks; these places always had huge tanks of explodey stuff around somewhere, it was like a rule of the galaxy. Or, something, he didn't know for sure. Didn't really care, either, as long as he got done what he wanted to get done.

But he was getting off track. Must get back on track. Destination: No more 'Whining Mynock'. Man that was a pissant name... probably served bantha urine and watered-down milk.

He, in this case, was a tall and muscular young-ish fellow who told people to call him Romeo, when he bothered with introductions at all. He was currently standing across the street, observing the so-called cantina with a distasteful eye; yep, no doubt about it, this place was going down.

Er, up. Up, rather, up in flames. Burning ring of fire and all that.

BACK ON TRACK, HOLY HELL!

"Alright already, sheesh," Romeo muttered to himself, getting up and walking over to go inside. Just as he'd feared, Kivesh and the sexbot; next thing he knew that bratty kid-captain or the redskin skirt would show up too. Maybe both of them.

At the moment he decided on a bit of fun, and came up to his erstwhile crewmates. "I'm gonna make you two an offer you can't refuse," he said in a low, threatening voice; it wasn't hard for his voice to be low and threatening, and he was in fact very good at doing so. "Scram on outta here in the next ten minutes, and I'll show you my Base Delta Zero impression."

Funny, he wasn't wearing an air mask... maybe he had filters in his nose, or something. Whatever, he was weird; best not to think too much about it.

[Moonfire]

Balosar wasn't exactly Kailani's favorite planet to do crash. Infact, it wasn't even in her top ten. It hovered right between Corellia and Kashyyyk, one place she was often randomly attacked due to the bloodstripes adorning her trousers, the other was full of smelly fur-men. Balosar fit quite nicely between, but duty calls.

The woman had spent only a week on the crew of Scarlet before finding out she had some 'difference in opinion' with Captain, concerning the two slave women he kept. After a nice conversation involving a vibrosword, a flickercat, some toothpaste and a datapad Kailani was dropped off unceremoniously onto the filthy planet.

And so, Kailani did what any rational person would do in her place.

"GIMME ANOTHER!" The blonde shouted, slamming a handful of credit chips onto the table, the bartender tossing another shot of tequila into her waiting hand. The Whining Mynock, despite its obvious grunginess had a good feel to it. Sure it hurt a little breathe, but hey who needed all that lifespan she'd have otherwise. Living to an old age is boring.

Throwing back the shot, she sighed happily taking note of the crowd. Maybe she could get a little work done. Kick an ass or two. Make up for the crappy week she had thus far. Well, at least the dancers were something to look out. Moving closer to the stage, she held credits out, ready to shower the girls with a little monetary love when the most curious comment hit her.

Twisting about, Kailani gave a grin to the hostile seeming man who whispered lowly to his companions. "A Base Zero Delta impression? Now this I gotta see."

[Charlie Sharper]

"So....Off to see the galaxy means sitting in a s***ty hotel on Balosar....I should have stayed in the military..." Morwynn said with a sigh through a breathing mask. It was going on the fourth week they had been on this miserable rock and Nel was no where to be found, for all she knew he was dead. She had finally left the safe and breathable habitat of the hotel that Nel had put her up in for what remained of the month to wander the streets of the space port that she found herself in.

Kivesh had disappeared some time ago, saying that when Nel shows up again, he'll find the broody Ubese, the Echani girl went with Nel, and the robot had slipped away earlier in the week. She hadn't the slightest idea of where Romeo was, and to be honest she didn't completely mind. A little Romeo goes a long way she decided, and now she found herself walking down the street in a pitiful funk.

She looked across the street and that's when she saw it...Or him...Romeo was standing in the street looking at a cantina. The Whining Mynock. She could almost taste how disgusting the bar was just by looking at it. Romeo stood there an exceedingly long time, probably deciding how to blow it up, but instead he walked into the bar in question. She waited a few minutes and when it didn't explode in a ball of fire she decided she'd have to find out what's going on in there.

As the doors swung open she could feel the dirt and grim all around her. As she looked around she noticed several patrons: a Rodian that was holding a gun over a waiters body, a blond in too little clothing and surprisingly no breathing mask, and a Zabrak that noticed her entrance and was looking her up and down. She also noticed....Practically the entire Moralist Crew..."How ironic...." She groaned through the rebreather.

[Foxfire]

As if in a melodrama each of the characters made their entrance and their opening words of 'hi, hello, and wanna see a glassing?' Taym thought how ironic these fleshies were. Each were known for kills and leaving rubble in their wake, so who better to have to do some thing insane. Insanity was the nickname of the crew of misfits.

As Ryver was about to answer a very drunken and/or stoned patron of the bar came up and threw his left arm around their neck and with his right hand grabbed a place not supposed to be grabbed by any male whatever the species.

Drunkenly and with a bit of drool---Hiya honey whatcha think we burn this place and go to where there is less light and find heaven.

The drunken human male slowly focused his eyes upon the right side of Ryver/Taym's head and realized the mistake. The time it took him to notice his mistake was just enough for Ryver to cross their arms. Before the human could turn a muffled thump was heard. He pursed his lips and puffed out smoke. With his eyes rolling back into his head the corpus hit the floor with a thud. Taym unfolded their arms and reached out with their left hand now covered in bloody gore to grab a bar towel and wipe their hand. The corpus had a very neat hole in it's mid-section.

Setting the towel back on the bar Ryver turned their head to Romeo.

In that cold machine voice, Ryver speaking--Do it. Glass the frakkin place before I do. I'll be outside calling my contact to reset the meet zone. So DON'T take your time! If your interested in a side job then your glassing this place had better be quick. A transport will be here in three minutes.

Looking at Kivesh, Taym speaking--I hope Mr. Kivesh you don't mind working for a bot. The more the hands on this one the better.

[kozeph]

Kivesh lips pursed into a mix of an annoyed smiled and entertained smirk, of course now one could see that thanks to his ever present face mask that had a painted skull on it. The Ubese turned around and crossed his arms, looking at the very tall (compared with Kivesh anyway) Romeo as he began talking about blowing up the whole cantina and being nice enough to offer R/T and the Ubese bounty hunter a chance to see the expectable and not be part of it.

"I am not paying for the show" Rang the metallic artificially enhanced voice. The Ubese then turned around to address the peculiar droid.

"As long as you pay, I got no problems droid" Kivesh spoke slowly ignoring the hulking assassin behind him. "Pay up full, no discounts not even for former crew mates, meet you outside" The dark hunter began walking out of the cantina and spotted two things that drew his attention, the first was that she doctor, that Zeltron Morwynn. She was not that bad, but Kivesh still didn't like her, but that was normal for the little anti-social bounty hunter, he didn't like anyone.

The other thing was a blond she human as far as the Ubese could tell, that was watching Romeo and the table Kivesh had come from. She probably heard the proclamation of the Assassin and from the looks of it she either knew what that impression involved but not to the extent that the human Assassin would push it, or she was just in a hazy drunkish state.

He passed next to the blond girl as he made his way outside stopping next but facing away from Morwynn.

"Run" That was all he said, the Zeltron should very well know what would happen in the next few instances, anyone that had traveled with Romeo would know what happen to the poor cantina.

[Karl the Unfettered]

Former crew? Romeo wandered, as Kivesh slouched his way outside. The assassin had the impression Captain Nel let them wander around as they liked, so long as they came back if he ever called on them. Well, whatever, he was weird and Romeo didn't care to get to know him too well; at least he had the sense to walk out of there when told to. Even weirder was that Morwynn woman standing outside; had she followed them here?

Well, whatever. None of them would keep him from going BDZ on the 'Whining Mynock', after all. But the pretty drunk lady might. "You'll get a better view from outside, lady," he told Kailani, smirking slightly; here was a hard-drinking girl, he suspected if she survived they would get along famously. "You should go join my crew mates, they'll look after you." Once they were all outside he grinned and regarded the rest of the cantina, which was strangely ignorant of its upcoming fate.

"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen," the assassin called, jumping up onto the bar. "I have an announcement to make regarding this establishment. In accordance with recent Senate rulings certain portions of Balosar have been slated for extermination; this cantina and the surrounding block are one of those portions. Extermination is scheduled for the next few minutes, and I strongly suggest evacuating the premises if you do not wish to share in the extermination. Thank you and good day." He hopped down and went for the back, whistling cheerfully.

As expected the crowd was too drunk or too stoned to really get it; also as expected there was a gas line beneath the stove in the kitchen. The chef was swiftly dealt with, a simple punch collapsing his throat and leaving him to strangle to death on the floor, allowing Romeo to make his arrangements in peace; first he smashed the main gas valve and set an incendiary bomb beneath it, its detonator keyed to the remote in his pocket, then he did the same with any other valves he found in the room. Then he scattered a couple frag mines about the floor, also set to go when he pressed the right button.

Finally he walked back out to the main room, where a few people were only now starting to comprehend the seriousness of what was about to happen. "Last call, last call," the assassin announced, standing on a table and rigging the ceiling fan with a thermal detonator. "This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill."

Still nothing. Well, good riddance; the galaxy was better off without them. "The Senatorial Committee for Galactic Improvement thanks you for your cooperation," Romeo said over his shoulder as he walked out, catching up with the others. "Let's get out of the blast radius; when those gas lines go they're gonna take a lot of property with them," he told them. "R/T, you said a transport was coming? I'll detonate when it's gotten us a good distance away."

His glance fell on Kailani, and wandered over her body. "You got a name, lady?" he asked politely.

[Moonfire]

Kailani lingered as the other patrons of the bar seemed to chat amongst themselves. Several seemed to know each other, the group next to her anyways. Any easy smile slide across her face as she leaned back against the bar, stretching out some before settling up on the smooth metal bar of the catina.

Sitting up the oversized leather jacket she wore cracked open, exposing the rest of her outfit. Fair skin peaked out beneath a netted shirt, leaving the bright red brassier under completely visible. Rips and tears here and there showed the creamy flesh beneath. The over shirt had in most cases seen better days. Her pants, much like her jacket were oversized, cut in the style of a military mans long red stripes streaking down the seams.

"You'll get a better view from outside, lady," much taller man said giving her a smirk, blue eyes glittering with mischief. He was certainly up to something. "You should go join my crew mates, they'll look after you." A white-blonde eyebrow arched lightly as Kailani downed another shot of the pale liquid. Feeling the familar burn she smiled up at the looming figure of Romeo. "Well, alrighty then."

In one quick motion she turned around on the counter top and hopped off to where she stood behind the bar. Giving a quick grin to Romeo she began shuffle through the various bottles on the shelves. With quick hands the woman grabbed every bottle of scotch and tequila she could find, stuffing them into the various pockets of her coat and pants.

"Wha' da frell are yew doin' girlie?" Asked the rather squirrely barkeeper, his face a squished to the side in displeasure.

Kai's eyes only fell upon the man for a moment as she continued to stuff various bottles beneath what little clothing she had on. Her eyes darted back to the task at hand, tucking a bottle into yet another pocket, bulging out from her side. "Relievin' you of some of the finer things in this cabinet. Oooh! This is an excellent year! Definitely comin' with." She said with a smile, holding out a bottle of Corellian whiskey to the barkeeper as he shook with fury.

The growl of anger is what caught her attention. Able to twist and duck down just in time, Kailani watched as a fist whizzed by her face. With a lightning quick hand of her own she slammed her palm into his nose, an audible crack breaking the sudden silence between them.

Before he even had the chance to recover she was gone, the human woman blessed with remarkable speed was already outside, fishing a bottle of vodka out of her pants, holding it out for the friends of the strange man from inside. Well... At least she assumed they were friends. Crewmates or whatnot.

"Here, ya'll feel free to have some." She said, tossing the bottle towards whoever was willing. Another hand slipped for a bottle, this one a fine old scotch. The cap rolled lazily on the floor as she sipped from the bottle, awaiting the impression she was promised.

The delicious booze burned pleasantly, warming her from head to toe as she threw back another gulp, as satisfied sigh leaving her lip as she nodded towards Romeo, his question bringing her back to reality.

"Kailani. Kailani Quix, and you, stranger?"