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Jun 17, 2012 22:38:24 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Jake on Jun 17, 2012 22:38:24 GMT -5
Time period: 4 years ago Location: Empress Teta Core District Participants: Jaren [Me] Ervisa Therani [Lmr] Other Info:
A grimace appeared on Jaren's face as his contacts departed. The bastards disappeared easily in the evening crowd of Cinnagar's largest spaceport. There were two of them, a Human and an Aquilish, both a bit on the snippy side.
But the reason for Jaren's disdain was their message. Apparently, their boss was scared of a couple Republic investigators snooping around on the whole operation. Now, The Forlorn Adventure had about 25 kilos of cold hard evidence on board with no buyer.
Jaren thought to himself how muche truly disdained doing jobs so close to the Core. To many Republican officials and far to many regulations.
"Should've taken that job on Ord Vaug."
The red-skinned smuggler thought aloud in a whisper. With a sigh, he flipped one of his lekku over his shoulder. He spun around and pressed a sequence of buttons, which initiated the short process of closing the entry ramp to his beloved ship and locking the same ramp.
The Twi'lek reckoned that he might as well enjoy himself while on Empress Teta. The planet offered a wide variety of delicacies, but Jaren wanted nothing more than to enjoy a round of Corellian Ale. Lucky for him, the Core District offered all the vices of that region, including the famous Corellian booze.
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Not long after departing the spaceport, Jaren found himself in a large bar, probably the largest he had ever been in. This isn't to say it was overly classy, as the patrons comprised of all walks of life.
Triple checking his blaster in its holster, the Lethan Twi'lek strode over to the bar where he took a seat on a stool. The barkeep was a Balosar, probably a decade or so older than Jaren. The man nodded to him, the universal sign of acceptance.
"Corellian Ale, if ya don't mind."
The Balosar said nothing, but did as Jaren asked and poured a glass of the strong liquor. Jaren motioned his thanks with his hand, before taking a swig of the Ale.
This was just what he needed. Some not-so-quiet time to think about his next move. Smuggling illegal narcotics was indeed something that needed to be planned out throughly.
He could always dump it in space, but that would be a complete waste of resources. Jaren took another swig of his drink. Then again, he was risking a probably 5-20 year sentence every second that spice stayed onboard his ship.
Jaren was sure that he could find a buyer on Cinnagar, but he knew better than to blatantly offer drugs to random bar patrons. He would have to find a contact that could get him in touch with a dealer or something.
Deciding that the serious thinking was for later, Jaren let his relaxed side surface. He was only in his early twenties, and had plenty of party left in him. He felt like socializing, drinking, and possibly finding some little Deep Core beauty to spend the night with.
The smuggler took a good look at the patrons around him, all the while looking friendly and open.
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Jun 19, 2012 9:28:36 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Jake on Jun 19, 2012 9:28:36 GMT -5
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Jun 20, 2012 12:25:07 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 20, 2012 12:25:07 GMT -5
Four years ago. For Ervisa, it was one of those nice and easy years, where everything seemed to go your way. The sun was surely in the sky, and somewhere birds were merrily chirping. Her little romances had gone swimmingly, she was in peak health, and her wallet was full of credits. Most of all, she was no longer in a Rodian prison.
The Mirialan woman was on Empress Teta now, which she found quite interesting. In her mind it sounded alternatively like ‘Empress Titties’ and ‘Empress Ta-ta!’ Both were rather amusing. And aside from that, it was her first visit to the planet.
It really wasn’t all that different from Coruscant, apart from the architecture. Big city, tons of people, and a lot of traffic. She’d flown in a medium freighter and landed it at a pad, and that concluded her job. Now she had credits burning a hole in her pocket. And what better to do with them than turn them into the elixir of life? Namely, alcohol.
It was a short walk to the nearest bar, which she found to be quite large. Its clientele ran the gamut, from yuppies to spacers, and everyone in between. It had a nice menu, and a good selection. She had no qualms as she slid into a seat at the bar next to a young Twi’lek.
She nodded to him as she waited for the bartender, and when he showed up she ordered a mixed drink, heavy on the rum.
As the green woman waited for her drink, she stared at the monitor overhead displaying a swoop race. While it was interesting enough, she decided instead to strike up conversation with the man next to her. It wasn’t that she felt particularly amorous or whimsical, it was just that after being alone in a cockpit for two days a little interaction was good.
Hell, even bad interaction would be something. And it had been a while since her last bar fight….
In all seriousness though, she hated conflict. It was disturbing and troublesome, and she really just wanted to get along with everyone. There was the rare exception, but it couldn’t be helped.
”Hey there. You come here often?” Ervisa asked as she pulled off a brown pair of gloves and set them down on the surface of the bar. She tossed her waist-length braid of hair over her back and grinned. ”Honestly, I’m not hitting on you.”
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Jun 20, 2012 17:24:29 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Jake on Jun 20, 2012 17:24:29 GMT -5
Jaren was working on his second drink when he noticed Empress Teta's star dipping below the horizon. Soon, it would be dark and the party would really pick up. The Lethan Smuggler was almost excited at the thought.
Perhaps he would even meet a pair of humanoids, Jaren didn't care what they were as long as they were beautiful, and leave the club early with said ladies. Or maybe he would get loaded, and wake up the next morning with a irksome pounding within his lekku. Whatever the case, the young Twi'lek was bound on having a good time, no matter what went down.
Just as he was enjoying a swig from his ale, he noticed a green-skinned figure take the seat to his left. She nodded, and he motioned his hand, conveying the same message. He guessed she was a Mirialin, as he knew of no other race that tattooed their faces in such a manner.
Speaking of her face, it was definitely a sight for sore eyes. Now that he discreetly observed the woman, none of her looked bad. Jaren couldn't help but notice the obscenely strong drink she was having. He could tell because he had tried the same thing on Zeltros only weeks prior.
He was about to comment on the beverage when she spoke up first. Outgoing, could handle a drink, and beautiful, Jaren was liking this woman already, and he didn't even know her name.
"No actually, this is the first time I've been on this rock. Not that it matters anyway, all these Core worlds are the same. Rich, crowded, and filled with Humans. Not that there's anything wrong with Humans."
When the Mirialin added that she wasn't flirting with him, Jaren responded with one of his boyish grins.
"Aw, that's just to bad. The name's Jare'Nabala by the way. You can go ahead and call me Jaren.
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Jun 24, 2012 15:43:15 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 24, 2012 15:43:15 GMT -5
"Well hey Jaren. As it happens, I'm human." Ervisa said with a straight face as she sipped her drink. She was pulling his leg, but she loved doing that, and he seemed like a fun sort.
"I," She continued as she produced a cigarette and lit it, "was submerged in green radioactive waste, and when I emerged again, I was green. And had superpowers. For example, X-ray vision. Incidentally you have very nice abs."
The Mirialan woman took a drag of her cigarette and blew out the smoke again, letting it form a small cloud. Only then did she grin broadly, ending the joke.
"I'm actually Mirialan, in case you hadn't noticed. And you can call me Ervisa. Or you there. Or pretty much anything you like, though I'm personally rather fond of 'ravishing vixen.'"
A wink, and another puff of the cigarette. One tattooed hand toyed with the long braid of hair, and another held the tabac product loosely between two fingers.
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Jun 24, 2012 16:03:00 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Jake on Jun 24, 2012 16:03:00 GMT -5
You could never really be sure in this galaxy. Especially when it came to species and genealogy. That's precisely why Jaren expressed no surprise upon hearing that she was Human.
The pilot caught on when his green counterpart began going on about superpowers and X-ray vision. Once she made the comment about his abs, he smiled and nodded.
"Thank ya, I really do try."
The green woman was indeed a Mirialin, proving Jaren's suspicions correct. Ervisa, an interesting name indeed, though he wasn't familiar with her species's naming customs.
Now that they had conversed a bit, Jaren could sense that she was a fun, happy-go-lucky person. She was like a female version of himself, except she was...sexy.
"Nice to meet ya Ervisa. What brings you to this lovely little Deep Core delight?
His words were drawn out sarcastically, poking fun at the crowded nature of the planet. All the while he was looking at her with that mischievous look and boyish grin, periodically sipping on his ale.
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Jun 26, 2012 19:41:06 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 26, 2012 19:41:06 GMT -5
What brought Ervisa to the deep core?
"A ship," She answered coyly. But of course that wasn't a real answer, and she knew it.
The Mirialan wasn't required to answer of course, but it was casual chitchat and she had no reason to conceal her business. And in fact, boredom was a good motivator for revealing secrets, mundane or otherwise.
Luckily Ervisa had no secret knowledge she could reveal.
"Work. I'm a pilot for hire, travel from A to B when someone has a ship full of cargo but happens to be missing a pilot. Happens more than you'd think with unexpected illnesses, personal crises, and all that. So I make a good living stepping in. Definitely get a lot of travel done too."
The green woman tapped the ash from her cigarette into a waiting ash tray and took another swig of her drink before speaking again.
"How about you, Mr. Headtails? What are you doing hereabouts?"
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Jun 28, 2012 10:40:27 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Jake on Jun 28, 2012 10:40:27 GMT -5
Jaren downed the rest of the Corellian ale in a final swig. If he wanted to remain decent for his guest, he would have to stop soon. Still, he wouldn't let her drink alone.
The bartender passed by, and Jaren ordered another round of Ale. He made an empty promise to himself, that this drink would be his last.
A light chuckle escaped him when Ervisa answered.
"Well you're a smart one, ain't ya?"
When she decided to give him a serious answer, he was a bit thrown off by her comment. He had never been called Mr. Headtails before, now that he thought about it, no one really ever talked about his lekku.
"Well Miss Spinach Hide, I'm a pilot as well. Captain of the independent light freighter The Forlorn Adventure, and the engineer, cook, linguist, and occasional exotic dancer. I brought a shipment of...luxurious delicacies. It is Miss Therani, correct?"
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Jun 30, 2012 15:05:26 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 30, 2012 15:05:26 GMT -5
“Spinach Hide,” Ervisa chuckled. “That’s nice. Better add it to my resume.”
One eyebrow rose up the Mirialan woman’s forehead as he verified she was a ‘miss’, which was actually quite amusing.
In the first place, the idea of Ervisa Therani being married was riotously funny. With a massive drinking problem, smoking like a furnace, and sleeping around like the end was nigh; she was hardly the picture of an ideal wife. In fact, she was probably the wrong sort completely, and certainly not the girl you brought home to meet the parents.
And love? Who’d ever imagine her falling in love? Being tied down… It’d have to be for someone special.
Ervisa held up both fingers and rotated her hands, showing the clear absence of a wedding band.
“Miss. No ring, no special ring tattoo. And if you’re asking if I’m available, the answer is yes. Course I’m not ‘zactly the marrying type anyway. As it happens though, I’m a bit of a cook myself. Used to be a Holonet food show star. Cooking with Lightsabers, on the Jedi channel. All Jedi, all the time.”
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Jul 3, 2012 15:28:09 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Jake on Jul 3, 2012 15:28:09 GMT -5
This little emerald beauty was indeed available. The thought caused a smile to form on crimson lips. Before he could comment, the bartender, now looking wary of the Lethan Twi'lek, served Jaren his drink. He took an experimental sip of the drink. Convinced it was free of toxins, poisons, or any other unpleasant substances, he took a more generous swig.
The mention of Jedi had Jaren interested. He had never actually seen one, but like everyone else, he had heard stories. Ervisa certainly didn't seem like that type of person, but he knew all to well that appearances could be deceiving.
Jaren could usually read people relatively well, but he was thoroughly perplexed by the beautiful pilot beside him. He was sure she was joking at first, but after pondering the Mirialin's words, he began to wonder.
"So darlin', your more of a cook or more of a Jedi?"
The smuggler looked for a lightsaberon Ervisa's hip, but saw nothing of the like. Perhaps she hid it on her person.
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Jul 5, 2012 16:03:00 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 5, 2012 16:03:00 GMT -5
Ervisa reached to her left side, blocked from Jaren’s view, and produced a silver, metallic cylinder. She pulled it off her belt and held it in outstretched hand. As she did so she focused on the weapon and levitated it gently into the air for a few second before dropping it back into the palm of her hand. Then she placed it on the counter in front of the Twi’lek and took another drag of her cigarette.
“Technically ex-Jedi. Quit the Order a while back, but now I just sort of travel around and do my own thing.”
The Mirialan woman finished her drink in one swift gulp and contemplated having another one. And another one. And maybe another one, and one after that, then a few more. Her alcohol tolerance was remarkably high, but at the same time she was looking for a job, and no one liked a drunk pilot.
Besides, this planet was a dime a dozen, and she didn’t feel a burning desire to stay there for long. These city worlds all felt the same, and she just wanted some place nice, maybe in the Rim. It’d be nice to see some green again, to sprawl out on grass under a shade tree…
Pity she’d never been to Dantooine as a Jedi.
“Incidentally,” She added, “Those robes? Not as comfy as you’d think. Kind of scratchy, and they hide your curves.”
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Jul 6, 2012 18:09:41 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Jake on Jul 6, 2012 18:09:41 GMT -5
Jedi, Dark Jedi, Sith, Ex-Jedi, It was all the same to Jaren.
"Ah, well du Jeedai sa du Jeedai."
The Twi'lek said with a sigh, consciously shifting from Basic to Huttese.
Jaren glanced over to the stage in the central part of the club as a band of assorted species began playing some catchy cantina song. He noticed the number of patrons was steadily growing as the light of the sun began to disappear from the sky.
He couldn't complain and he knew it. Jaren was in a decent bar, had money, drink, and a beautiful young lady to keep him company. Regardless of the large amount of illegal narcotics aboard his ship, the smuggler was relatively content.
In regards to Ervisa's apparent disdain for the Jedi's traditional garments, Jaren made a curvy motion with his hand, drawing a shape in the air resembling a woman's figure whilst speaking.
"We wouldn't want that to happen now would we? Curves like those should never be hidden!"
With the false warmth of alcohol in his system, Jaren took off his prized jacket, revealing toned, somewhat muscular arms the shade of crimson. He placed the jacket under his rump, using it as added cushioning.
"So, What are your plans tonight Miss Therani?"
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Jul 9, 2012 16:52:05 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 9, 2012 16:52:05 GMT -5
Ervisa simply blinked as the Twi’lek launched into what was probably Huttese or Ryl, though she couldn’t tell which. When he was finished she uttered one word as she started lighting up her second cigarette. ”Riiiiiight.”
Curves like those? The Mirialan woman looked down and began a very rare self-evaluation. Her breasts, she knew, were not very large. They were probably the smaller side of medium, and would be much less prominent if she wasn’t in a tank top. A green hand reached down and patted her buttocks. Yeah, that one was actually nice. She had some rather defined lower back, and good hips. Those were probably what he meant by curves.
On the whole, she was much more athletic in appeal than sensual. When it came to the stereotypical feminine ideal of massive breasts and buttocks, with extremely slender arms, she was definitely not that. Ervisa was ‘alternative.’
With her self-evaluation complete, she muttered something along the lines of ‘yeah, I guess.’ Her expositionist side was not exactly screaming for dominance at the moment.
As to her plans? She didn’t have to think to answer that question.
”Try to find a job in this city. Just have to listen in on people’s conversations, figure out who needs a pilot, then approach them reasonably sober. Usually these things just sort of happen. And if they don’t happen fast enough, I start gambling to make more money. But I just want a nice simple job, or a way off this planet. I miss the Outer Rim. It’s more fun out there.”
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Jul 10, 2012 9:59:07 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Jake on Jul 10, 2012 9:59:07 GMT -5
Being an occasional translator, Jaren understood language, and comprehension of that art. It was obvious that Ervisa didn't understand his foreign ramblings. Chuckling, he translated for the green woman to his left.
"I said, A Jedi is a Jedi. Don't read too much into it."
Ervisa's description of a pilot's job was not necessary for Jaren, as he had experienced much the same sort of things before coming across the Adventure.
In a way, Jaren missed the romance of drifting around the Galaxy, taking a job when necessary, drinking to his heart's content, and generally having a grand ole' time. But, having his own ship was just awesome. The Twi'lek smuggler not only had his own way to get around, but a place to crash. The money was also better, and he could choose to take passengers or not.
In short, the independent life was the good life. His present condition stood in stark contrast to his short, yet strict, military career. There was always someone to regulate, someone to dictate.
Well, now there wasn't.
As for the Outer Rim, it was Jaren's favorite place in the Galaxy. Not only was it his home, but there you could be anything you wanted to be. In the Core, you needed to be rich or Human to get any pull, or at least Jaren thought soo.
"You and me both sister, the Rim is about as wild as it gets. I find it odd that you don't speak Huttese, considering it's lingua franca in those parts. You should learn it one of these days."
Jaren paused and took a finishing swig of ale. Deciding to hold up on the drinking for a bit, he refused when the bartender offered him another. A thought occurred to him, and he turned to face Ervisa.
"Maybe I could teach you."
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Jul 10, 2012 21:15:19 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 10, 2012 21:15:19 GMT -5
”Lingua whatsit?” Ervisa asked quizzically. But quickly she dismissed it as one of those things that probably didn’t matter, and she probably wouldn’t remember by tomorrow night anyway. ”Eh, doesn’t matter. But Huttese, it’s really only common right around Hutt space and places like Tatooine. Even then a lot of people speak Basic too, and a pretty face can get by with an awful lot.”
The Mirialan woman winked at that rather immodest quip.
She took another sip of her drink and coughed on it when the Twi’lek casually offered to teach her. The coughing quickly turned to riotous laughter.
”Hahahaha, that’s rich. You’re just going to casually teach the galaxy’s worst student a foreign language while we both wait in a bar for a few hours. Makes total sense to me.”
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Jul 11, 2012 19:43:30 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Jake on Jul 11, 2012 19:43:30 GMT -5
Ervisa may have been pretty, and fun to be around, but she sure didn't know much about language. Jaren thought it a bit absurd, a pilot that spoke only Basic. Most of his jobs required at least basic knowledge of Huttese or even Bocce, the most simple of all the languages he knew.
At any rate, Jaren's offer was only a product of his facetiousness, not out of any true desire to instruct Ervisa on the vastly complex language spoken by the Hutts. He actually just wanted to have fun, which usually translated to sex.
Speaking of the subject, it had been almost a week since his masculine needs had been addressed. Eyeing over Ervisa, Jaren cleared his throat and spoke up.
"So, where are ya staying tonight?"
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Jul 13, 2012 16:36:59 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 13, 2012 16:36:59 GMT -5
Ervisa giggled like a schoolgirl over the obvious and direct inquiry. Not quite 'nice hair, let's do it on a park bench' but still pretty straight forward. Lacking subtlety.
She was no stranger to lacking subtlety.
"You're just as transparent as I am. Doesn't take Jedi senses to figure this out."
The Mirialan woman grinned around her cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke a second later. Her demeanor had instantly become coquettish and flirty, like a sweeping change of scenery.
"Sooo, are you going to romance me any? Flowers or chocolates? Light a candle or two. Buy me a nice dinner. Don't forget the foreplay."
Under the counter a boot started to rub up against Jaren's leg, also with a lack of subtlety.
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Jul 17, 2012 9:38:17 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Jake on Jul 17, 2012 9:38:17 GMT -5
Ervisa had hit the nail right on the head. Jaren was about as open as they came. He had no reason to hide his feelings, no one that he had to please. No one but himself.
"You got that right sister."
Considering present circumstances, Jaren's night was going to be great. His expectations were amplified when he felt something rubbing against his left leg. Ervisa, no doubt. Her question elicted a chuckle.
Grinning like a mischevious child, the smuggler dug a small wad of credits out of his pocket. Counting out the appropriate amount to pay for both of their drinks and a tip, he threw them on the counter. The bartender was quick to snatch up the money, eager to get his evening's tips.
"Need I say more?"
As the words formed on his lips, the red skinned Twi'lek scooted his stool over towards his "friend." A crimson hand made it's way, marching on fingers like a soldier, to her knee then up to her thigh.
At the worst possible moment, Jaren's comm beeped. Despite the initial instinct to reach for his back pocket, he ignored the device.
"Perhaps we should find somewhere more... private."
His words said one thing, but his gray eyes said another as they gazed intently into Ervisa's.
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Jul 24, 2012 18:28:19 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 24, 2012 18:28:19 GMT -5
"Is that a comm in your pocket o are you just happy to see me?" Ervisa asked coyly.
But she promptly rose to her feet, grabbing her duffel bag and slinging it over her shoulder. She pulled her gloves back on and left her cigarette burning in an ash tray.
"Come along lover boy, let's find that private place soon."
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Aug 3, 2012 23:02:22 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Jake on Aug 3, 2012 23:02:22 GMT -5
Jaren didn't say anything, but stood and got his jacket, all the while giving Ervisa a devilish stare. He payed for his drinks and left a tip before waltzing over to the Mirialin. Wrapping a crimson arm around her waist, he pulled her gently along.
The smuggler noticed a few jealous glares from the cantina's patrons, but they, along with all of his other worries, disappeared from his mind. There were no drugs, no possible jail sentences, no problems...
His mind blissfully ruled out all but one thing: Ervisa herself. Once they left the thick, smokey atmosphere of the Cantina, Jaren took in the open, not so fresh air.
Pulling his green date in the direction of the spaceport, and his ship, he bent his head over and whispered a series of socially unacceptable phrases, phrases that respectable people didn't utter.
There was no doubt. Jaren and Ervisa weren't respectable people.
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