Surely your joking, Ms. Sok'nada [OPEN]

[The Conman]

OOC: As you all know, it's beem awhile since I've been around. But, fear not, everybody's favourite buxom Twi'lek is on the case!

IC:

Donnie groaned as she repeated her ships credentials for the fourth time, and the courscanti ground control finally gave her clearance to land. It'd been awhile since she'd last seen Var. But only a few hours since she'd seen the woman's alabaster face plastered on the evening news.

Muz be da evenin' 'ere...

She muttered to herself as the ship glided towards the Courscanti landscape. If it could be called that. The vista of towers and domes seemed to stretch into infinity, diametrically opposed to the notion that the place she was landing was a planet. Courscant seemed, to Doneeda at least, to have been built. From the lowest point in the core to the point of the tallest skyscraper, it was 100% man made.

She smirked. The landing bay she'd been assigned, which was in the side of a large, dome-like structure, looked like a happy face.

The Twi'lek glided the ship in with an expert's hand and touched it down like a feather on the pad.

A few minutes later, after shutting the ship down and getting it running on shore power, she exited the cockpit, and gazed on the emptiness that was The Bucket. The ship that had carried her and Var from the Sith capital, to Murkhana, to Zeltros, then on to Tatooine...Donnie nearly let herself get lost in the memories of the last few months, but stopped herself.

She had a mission.

Doneeda wasn't a robber. Nor a skilled assasin. She wasn't even very good at Basic. But she was good at one thing, and that one thing, was convincing others that she was somebody she wasn't. Donnie was a smuggler back on Corellia. It was only a year or so before, but it really felt like a lifetime ago. When she was dodging CorSec on her swoop, movin' spice, and making massive cash.

Either way, Donnie's plan was simple. Get her friend Var out of Jail. But, she did realize this was easier said than done. She was being tried for treason. As a Sith. This meant she'd be being held in a maximum security lock up. Not an easy place to break into. Nor out of, for that matter.

So, as the amazonian twi'lek walked towards the cantina in the spaceport, playing with her right leeku, she considered her varied options for breaking her friend out of prison.

There was a few, that was for sure. She could go in, guns blazing, and try to pull it off.

She considered this for a moment, as she flashed her ID at the customs official.

While aggressive, and overt, it'd end with her getting her arm sliced off by a Jedi more than likely, and stuck in a jail cell for the rest of her goddess given existence.

So that was out.

Donnie paid the 20 Credit entry fee, then moved on toward the Cantina and the possibility of booze.

Or, she thought, lie.

Donnie was good at liying. She'd done it thousands of times before to get past CorSec on Corellia. All she needed, really was to get into the prison twice. Once to assess their defenses, and a second time to disable them and pull Var out of her cell.

How hard could it be?

She thought, as she perched her curvaceous self on a bar stool at the Cantina.

Donnie ordered a Corellian Lager, then continued into thought.

Who'd have access to a criminal...

She considered her options...

Cops, for sure, to question her. Detectives, Jedi, obviously, because Var's apparently a Sith...and...who else...

Donnie was at a loss.

She pushed her left leeku over her shoulder, took a drink, and continued thinking, trying to figure out how to get into the Jail her good friend Var was currently occupying.

TAG: OPEN.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OOC---This is before Zett's trip to Bespin.))

Zett had had a long few months, Running around trying to avoid Pirates, Hebba, and the Sith alike. He had also made more enemy's and deadly ones at that, but he also had met a few allies... Powerful allies.

Zett had taken the opportunity to return home to Coruscant for a while, Where he for several hours was working on his Ship Star Hunter, he was making several modifications for hours on end, crosswireing several systems, for now just mainly the computer systems, but he had got to some of the bigger stuff too.

But he had started late last night and it was now almost the morning. He decided to let his ship be for now and left what droids where in it already alone, but as for Shadow, and T6 he had them come with him back to the apartment.
Taking his airspeeder that he also had parked in the hanger he left for his Apartment.

There he cooked himself some Nerf Beacon, and a Mug of Hot Cocoa, then made it out to his Balcony in time to watch as the night faded into daylight. He had only a few shorter building obscuring his few of the sunrise, but it wasn't long before it was seen to him crawling over the tops of the shorter buildings.

He then finished his breakfast and went into the apartment and shaved giving himself a clean cut, he also had finally had the time to cut some of the shoulder length hair off giving him a shorter more suitable hair cut above the ears.

After that he had decided to go visit the one of the Rare Zoo's on Coruscant, not for sight seeing, but because he had his own pet in there. He had agreed to let the Zoo keep Jey, his Kybuck from Kashyyyk, they had been in need of one more for there exhibit, and he had needed a place to keep him as the Apartment building wasn't exactly open to the idea of having a Fully grown Kybuck roaming the building.

He hadn't seen his loyal Pet in at least a month or two and owed him a visit.

But after that he found that a few hours had gone by and he was in need of a drink.... a much needed and well deserved, drink....

The closest Cantina had been one he had not come to before, he entered into the Dimly red lit room, and found the first and only spot at the bar, witch was between a Curved female Twi'lek, and a large muscled Blue skinned Duro. Who looked like he had been there sense before Zett landed yesterday. He looked as though he had been planted in his seat and been drinking far more then he should have. He looked so drunk in fact that if you looked at him the Wrong (or right) way, he might snap and lash out at you.

Zett walked up to the bar with causation, and ordered an Alderaanian ale, a simple but good drink. He looked at the Twi'lek girl on his left and the Hulking Duro on his right.

Zett turned to the Duro again but didn't say any thing didn't even look at him long, no cross looks either. But Zett's original thought about him where true, he would indeed snap at almost nothing.

The giant Duro Stood giant Chest and muscles now showing even more, His strange voice mixed with slurred speech of him being drunk sounded through the cantina even louder then the music, mainly because it stopped at his yell. "WHat?!?! YOU SAY SOMETHING TO ME?!?!" A handful of the patrons turned to look at what was going on and some of them acted as if the Duro often started fights. Even the Bartender was on a 'First name basis' with him. "Now Cabo, he didn't say anythi..." He was cut off by a backward swing by the Duro, the cause of witch ended in the breaking of the Bartenders nose and splitting both lips.

Zett reached for his hips to draw...Blast it. Zett cursed Silently, he hadn't brought his own pistols with him, the one and only time and look what happens. Zett thought to himself.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY LITTLE BOY?!?!"
Listen, the man was right, i didn't say....

"LIAR!!!" The brute swung down words at Zett, Zett jumped off the seat in time to dodge that, but he gave another backlash with his left hand this time squaring Zett in his Jaw knocking him to the ground.

Zett crawled to his feet, if he had time the man would have already been down without even knowing Zett was in the Room.
Zett stood and wiped the salty fresh red blood from his lip,
Alright...No talking. Zett growled looking down at the stool that he had been on a few seconds ago that was now broken from the Duros earlier downward pummel.
How strong is that guy? He must be taking some sort of stimulant or drug. Zett thought, the words and muttered them too.

Zett put his fists up in front of him ready to make what small dents he could on the Duro....

((OOC---Sorry it got kinda long I just started and kept going lol ;D))

[The Conman]

OOC:

S'all good man, no worries.

IC:

Doneeda didn't really take notice of somebody sitting down next to her. She did, however, think it was a bad idea, given the rather large, brutish looking fellow who was now occupying the seat beside the new patron. She looked over, as the occupant, a human by the looks of him, was looking at the Duro.

The Duro did look back over, but Donnie just made sure she shifted her eyes to something vaguely behind the wall of a being and rested her head on her hand, using her elbow to prop herself up. The events that followed went off as if they were choreographed, and, ironically, as a rather ill-placed commercial came on...

COURSCANT! SAFE, SECURE, PROSPEROUS! Come live, work and...play, at the center of the galaxy! Call the Courscanti - WHAM -

Donnie turned away from the Holo to see the bartender's face bleeding.

'Erry Kosmopolidan...

She muttered in her broken basic, standing up to avoid the Duro, obviously oblivious to her presence. Which, she'd barely had time to do before the Duro knocked the man down to the ground, bleeding as well.

At this juncture, Doneeda was looking around for some way either out, or to finish this gigantic wall of a Duro off. Obviously the pair had some kind of Nerf (OOC: like beef...just...starwars!) with each other, and interfering wouldn't necessarily be the best idea.

Then again...

The Duro had messed up the bartender. Somebody she was sure had nothing to do with anything. And there was a rather large fire extinguisher on the other side of the bar, conveniently within reach.... Donnie had a plan.

She reached over the bar easily, and grabbed the industrial-sized extinguisher, hefting it's bulk over the bar with relative ease. Then, she turned around, seeing the Duro now calling the Human "little boy". The Duro wasn't a poet, that much was for sure, the Amazonian twi'lek thought, getting a good grasp on the top handles of the device, and moving it to the floor.

All she'd have to do was wait...for him to stand upright...

Wait for it...wwwaaaiiittt fooorrr iiittt....

She thought to herself, getting her whacking stance ready.

C'mon...just bring that big, ugly head of yours...

OOC: Fix'd!

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett stood there for a few seconds when he saw the Twi'lek manage to grab a fire extinguisher, and then he thought he knew her plan, and gave a simple nod in her direction showing he was comprehending what she was thinking. If he was right that is. The Duro charged at Zett and Zett gave a graceful side step out of his way and as the massive hulk was passing him he gave a hard push on him to throw him off coarse.

With that Zett found himself regaining balance back at the bar where he grabbed a bottle and chugged it's content down and turned in time to see the massive Duro standing and giving a not to pleasant sounding grunt/yell, as he charged Zett again.
There you go big guy, always using your head.
He attempted a side step again but was caught this time and the Duro leapt up off the ground sweeping Zett up with him, and sliding across the bar counter. WOAH!
Zett's eyes went huge as his back hit the hard floor, Duro attempting to pummel Zett. Zett had managed to kick the blue creature off of himself, and stood.

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((OOC---Conman if you're ok then this is where you hit the Duro with the fire extinguisher.))

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Zett kept his hand to hand stance for a second longer thinking the Massive Duro would just pop up off the Flore ready to maim and kill something. But even when Zett stepped closer and tapped him with his boot, he didn't move.

He walked back up to the counter grabbed his drink and took a long swig of it, then placed a few credits on the counter walked behind the bar, grabbed another and helped the Bar keep off the Flore and in time for the Ambulance to arrive along with the police.

The officer spoke first, Ugh...him again this time we're keeping him a little longer... The officer sounded annoyed as Zett would have in he was in the same spot. But it had an upside, apparently the Duro had been giving every one a lot of trouble so no one bothered to ask exactly what happened, but it seemed obvious by Zett bloody nose. Another Bar maid this time took over the clock and the Bar went back almost to normal, but from all the conversations Zett could hear it was now all about the Duro who always caused trouble.

Zett grabbed another stool that was now empty sense someone had left it to run off, then sat it back by the Twi'lik Girl.

Ya'know, He's actually kinda cute when he's knocked out cold. A smile crossed Zett's face as he watched the Duro being dragged away, then he turned to the Twi'lik and offered her the second bottle he had taken from behind the counter.

I make it a point to buy a drink for any one who saves me a Broken bone or two. He smiled again as he wiped a bit of blood from his face again. So, Why did you help me out any way? Usually I'm saving myself when i get into those messes.

Zett took another drink from the bottle as he waited for the Twi'lik to respond.

((Fixed))