Dragon's Back Cantina [open]

[Mara]

Trevil shoved the box under the counter to deal with later. He noticed that the debilitating twin suns of this 'fantastic' planet had finally begun to set, slowly lowering the temperatures. Dusk and darkness would soon be upon them. And with them, their busiest time of the time here in Mos Espa, and Maso would be one of the busiest. Yes, best to tell him about it later.

Scanning over the appearance of the girl, he briefly wondered why someone such as her was delivering packages this late in the day. Unless.... The Bothan shook his head humanly, his fur ruffling. It was none of his business. But she did seem a bit downtrodden and for some reason, he was feeling compassion for her. Trevil must have been spending too much time with Maso.

"Wait," he called out. Why he was doing this, he still couldn't figure out. However, he found himself reaching down below the bar to grab a jug filled with a bluish liquid and filling up a tall glass for the girl. He smiled. "At least stay long enough to rest and finish this milk. You look like you could use it." Almost all thoughts of the purple Twi'lek had left his mind by now; she was but a distant memory, sitting in the back of his mind.

[.:Falcon:.]

Kess turned as the Bothan called out to her again. She walked back and half-smiled at him. She vaguely wondered why in the world he was being so nice to her. "Thsnks." she pulled herself up onto a stool and sipped the drink. It tasted good. Very good.

[Mara]

He nodded at her from his position behind the bar, still completely confused about his actions towards the girl. Trevil didn't know her and had never seen her before. And taking the res of his life into account, he had no precedent for acting in this manner either. The last time he had been around children were his own siblings and the other young beings in his school. Who he had mostly ignored while working in his room on his computers and other projects.

Shaking his head, he padded down with his furry feet to the other end of the bar. He had badly neglected his other patron, the purple Twi'lek. If she didn't want anothe refill, she would certainly want to ask him more questions about his strange out-of-the-blue offer.

On the way, he filled a couple of orders for a couple customers who went off to sit at one of the tables in the corner after getting their drinks. Trevil muttered to himself as he put the bottles back on the shelf behind him. Why they couldn't just order their drinks after they were seated, he'd never understand. The bar was for people who wanted to sit awhile and drink their sorrows away. At least, that's what he thought the purpose was. If you wanted food and drink, head to one of the tables. Gliri needed the money. The Bothan looked up from the shelf and spotted the beige Twi'lek taking orders for Maso. He smiled. Everyone seemed to be working hard except for him.

Back in front of the other Twi'lek, he climbed back up on his stool. Remaining quiet, he decided to pour himself a drink and grabbed a bottle that he kept separate from the others near the till--his secret stash. Nothing quite as strong as he had served the female in front of him, but it wasn't so tame either. He filled a glass about a third full and sipped it, waiting for her to say something.

[Jenno]

Their ship had been on the ground for a little while now, Palas had left almost immediately, leaving the pilot to sort out any issues with the ship and prepare it for the removal of its contents. In this time Lash was desperately trying to come to terms with the blistering heat of Tatooine, he’d spent a number of years out on the Rim, but he’d never set foot upon this safe haven for scum. Sure he’d heard rumours about it from an assortment of people, but never had he suspected that it would be this hot.

Fortunately, the doc’s clothes were a little baggy on Lash, and on the doctor as well, he suspected. This provided him with a decent amount of… airflow. But even then it was still unbearable under those monolithic suns. He still had some credits left, the good hard stuff, but he’d have to watch his spending of it since there was little real income for him to claim. Looks like his greed was keeping him clothed for a little while now. And so, making sure the ship was locked up safe, since he didn’t want to go through that conversation with his new temporary captain, he decided that he’d get a bit of shopping done before he went to meet up with Palas, he had the time and it would also help him find out where everything was in this hectic place. Their were swarms of people all around, they came in every imaginable shape and size, the diversity was somehow greater here than it was on a lot of other worlds. But all the while made sure to keep a check on his credit stash, a fact he learned from his time on Nar Shaddaa, on streets like these, was that pocket pinchers are-a plenty.

It didn’t take a long time to find a suitable shop and collection of small vendors. This surprised him more than anything, with Tatooine being as open to visitors as it is, he’d expected the shops full of armour, weaponry and mechanical parts would be overwhelming the market area, but there were certainly enough stores full of regular clothing to satisfy his needs. Of course, they weren’t all together pleasant, a few good items here and there but they were only a minute number out of the large selection which had been provided. If Lash had been some fancy and rich high-class citizen of the Republic then he might have been severely dissatisfied with the items for sale. However, he was a simple man with a tight budget; they would do him for a while.

In his brief time on the arid world, Lash had come to see a fair number of similarities between the piece of rock and the Smuggler’s Moon. There was just as much, if not more, hostility between its inhabitants, and there were always scrupulous glances directed at him. Oh what a wonderful world Lash thought to himself. The sooner they were off this rock the better.

With shopping in tow Lash headed back to the Jewel in its dreadfully protected landing platform. Planets such as this tended to have security for only the most important ships, those that could pay. Often security would just get in the way of the necessary working of the Tatooine space port, smuggling. After returning to the ship, shoving his newly bought items and getting changed out of the gear he’d borrowed from the Doc, Lash made sure that the ship was ready for the exchange which was due to take place, they didn’t want to be in a rush at all.

Doing all he thought he could and should, Lash finally set off to meet up with his valiant leader. Or Captain Palas Hak as Lash knew her. He wasn’t sure why she’d told him to meet her at some bar instead of just returning to the ship, perhaps she liked to drink? Although that was a fact he doubted after the look she’d held in her eyes during their first encounter, during which he had been fairly intoxicated. Few liked to drink as much as Lash did back on Nar Shaddaa and those who did usually had a past or life they simply wished to forget, and a pitcher of Corellian could certainly help with that problem.

It took some poking, prodding, sneaking and cautious question asking but eventually Lash had discovered the bar he was looking for, the Dragon’s Back Cantina, it didn’t look too showy, but then again, this was Tatooine, not a place famous for it’s varying and gleaming scenery. He walked in to the stench of alcohol; the strength of the odour would probably make a small baby pass out. His nostrils flared at the familiar scent. Travel from one hell hole to another where the suns are different, the terrain is different and the bars still smelled the same, was the trip even worth the effort in the end?

In an almost instinct-like movement Lash headed for the bar where he’d order something mild to begin with, not that he planned to drink the same selection he did back on Nar Shaddaa. He spotted Palas almost immediately, but she seemed to be talking to the bar tender quite seriously, perhaps he was a contact of some kind? Either way, it would be best if he avoided her until she was ready to talk, he didn’t want to go and screw up a potential job for her. If she looked over he’d nod to her, that way she might call him over or she might meander over to him of her own accord.

But for the moment something else grabbed his attention, as he looked from Palas off to his left, on his right was what appeared to be a teenage girl, quite an odd appearance in a place such as this. With a burrowed brow Lash came to face the girl, slightly inquisitive at the moment. “Hey kid, aren’t you a bit too young to be in a place like this?” He asked with thoughts unsure as to why she would be in a place like this; she didn’t exactly look like she fit in with her glass of what looked to be milk. Wasn’t it illegal for her to be in here, he knew this was a lawless place but he didn’t think they’d go against any rules which might end up with the bar closing down.

[.:Falcon:.]

Kess startled as someone else spoke to her. This was turning into a strange day- people were actually paying attention to her. She turned to face who had spoken- a young man who looked like he had seen more than a few tough bars in his time. She shrugged. "What, do you make the rules now?" she asked.

"I was dropping some stuff off." she continued quietly. Like he really cared, but she didn't have anybody else to talk to.

[Meira]

Palas' eyes never broke contact with the Bothan's as he set the credit chip on the counter and spoke. Her surprise and interest was carefully restrained behind a sceptical face, but inside she was wondering just what this Bothan's "skills" were. Before she could ask further, however, a young girl came in and had caught the bartender's attention. Palas welcomed the distraction. It gave her time to turn the proposition over in her mind.

It was a risk, but then again, so was everything in her business. Being who she was never made things easier. Well no, sometimes it did, but even then, it was a risk. She couldn't deny that she needed help. She'd just have to be real careful about how she went about getting it. She picked the credit chip up and played it over her fingers in a thoughtful pattern as she watched the exchange between the bartender and the girl. The music playing in the cantina wasn't loud, but it prevented people from overhearing conversations not held in their immediate area. But Palas didn't need to hear their words to get the general idea of why the girl was there.

It was written all over her body. She was a slave. Palas had seen slaves, but had managed to escape that fate herself. Her own father had sent many of her kind into slavery. It had been an acceptable profession, until he sold someone a little too close to home. They had been banished then from their homeworld. But for all the shady things her father had done in his life, and even though he had degenerated into little more than scum, he had always protected her from the fate of the girl at the bar. Her heart beat with compassion for the girl. Someone who didn't know Palas well would probably be surprised to know that. But then again, someone who didn't know Palas well wouldn't likely be able to see past her tough exterior.

The compassion was soured by a feeling of disgust for whoever thought it was alright to own the life of another. At that moment, Lash walked into the bar. Palas almost laughed. In a way, she owned him... or at least, she owned his services. It wasn't the same thing at all, but the thought mixed with the strong alcohol she had consumed was funny all the same. He sat down at the bar near where the girl was now drinking a glass of milk the bartender had offered her. When the Bothan returned, she looked on him with different eyes. He had been kind with the girl. That spoke for his character, made him seem more trustworthy. Perhaps she'd hear his offer.

And what would be in it for you? She said, tossing the credit chip back to the Bothan. If there was one thing Palas had learned, it was that nothing in life was free. She had passed the offer back with the chip, essentially saying she'd hear him out. Palas was glad, for the moment, that Lash was across the bar. She was beginning to trust him slightly, but still didn't want him around when she was talking business.

[Mara]

Trevil caught the tossed credichip ably with his free hand; his other still holding onto his glass of liquor. So he had picked her right. The Twi'lek was interested in his offer as he knew she would be. He hadn't pegged her for someone to give up something as intriguing as his yet-to-be-known skills. Skills he thought would help her out a great deal. Skills she obvious thought the same of.

But, yes, what would his price be? The Bothan obviously would not give his skills freely, no matter what they were. Just as he hadn't given them freely back on Bothawui but had been taken for a fool by his team, nonetheless. His fur ruffled slightly, his eyes clouding for a briefest second while he remembered the double-cross.

Leaving the chip on the bar between them, he sipped from his glass, not wanting her to think he was too eager to get off this dusty planet or too eager to offer his services to her, even though all he wanted was to put Tatooine behind him and get on with his search. If she could be of help to him in that, then he would help her in any way he could. At this moment, Trevil would offer up just about anything just to find his ex-friends and get his hand on his earned stolen credits.

He raised his violet eyes to herself steadily and set down his glass. Trevil had to be careful of his wording. Even in her inebriated state, this one could be dangerous. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea. "Plenty. Passage off this desert rock, for one." He stopped there, not wanting to give away too much if he could help it. Trevil wanted to be absolute sure about this Twi'lek before he gave too much away. For all he knew, she could be law enforcement sent to track him down. It was better to give information in small pieces.

[Meira]

Palas' features didn't change much. She might have let her interest slip because of the alcohol, but overall, she kept a general appearance of apathy. She didn't need this Bothan, not really. But his assistance could be beneficial. He named one price, but the way he ended the sentence made it obvious that he wasn't telling her everything, and he didn't mind her knowing that he would expect more. But Palas didn't like that. She hated the twisting and slithering of making deals with hidden agendas.

Listen. She said, her eyes narrowing slightly. The game of feeling each other out was over, and if they were really going to negotiate, then they needed to be straight. Palas had made up her mind and was willing to take this calculated risk, but not if she was going to be jerked around. If you want to help me, then I need to know your price. Passage is fine, but I need to know where to, and what else you're expecting. I'm not going to say yes if I know that somewhere along down the line you pull some impossible price on me. Be straight with me.

Palas had started to lean in over the bar. But when she finished her little speech, she leaned back, visibly relaxing the muscles that had tensed slightly as she spoke. She hadn't been attempting to be intimidating, but was simply showing that she wasn't going to let someone get away with screwing her over. It was a subtle technique of body posture and eye contact that she had perfected over the years. Her presence here in the bar was enough to prove its effectiveness.

She saw Lash again out of the corner of her eye. She began to reconsider not having him there with her. She had too much experience with people not taking her seriously. Maybe the simple fact that Lash was of the male gender and had her back would be enough to keep this Bothan from making the same mistake. Taking another calculated risk, Palas signaled Lash over with a look that connected with his eyes and a tilting of her head. She hoped she wasn't messing things up for herself.

[Mara]

Hmm, he must have gambled wrong. Trevil seemed to have struck a chord, and not good one, with the purple Twi'lek. He would have to expand on his idea of the price. Something he had expected to do but not this soon. But, oh well, what time would be better than now. The Bothan sipped from his glass but then drained it before turning his violet eyes on her and raising his brow: something he had learned from time among humans.

"I can see that you are not easily persuaded. That's good." He grinned. "I have no concern for credits or any other payment of monetary value. I have quite enough on my own and will have one hundred times that very soon. If you grant me passage on your vessel off this planet. And I have no need for anything else as well, no more than the belongings I will take with me."

Trevil glanced at his empty snifter and played with it between his claws before moving on. His fur settled in a serious posture. Though she had leaned back, relaxing, he leaned toward her. There was no telling who could be listening. "As for the destination, I have not ascertained that yet. But there are a few possibilities. Let's just say I need to find some... old friends who have taken off with my share of..." Now how to word this delicately... "With my share of payment for an old job." Enough details but not enough to necessarily incriminate him, yet. Trevil just hoped it was enough to satisfy her, or at least enough to keep her interested. He couldn't let this one get away, not when he had someone willing to take him off Tatooine. Much easier than trying to find passage from the Mos Espa spaceport from some half-drunk spacer.

Waiting, he refilled his glass, not letting on that he had noticed her glance to the other side of the bar. Trevil had seen the human come in after he had taken leave of the small girl, and he was now talking to her. He briefly wondered if he was a family member or maybe an employer. Whatever their relationship was, the man didn't seem to be threatening her. But then the Twi'lek gave him a clear signal, a signal she was trying to hide with a natural movement of her head. The Bothan smiled to himself, looking into his glass before sipping from it. He would have to watch himself. If she was calling over a bodyguard because of what he said, he would need to move, fast. He thought she had relaxed, but it could be just another ruse. Unless the human was her boss... Perhaps this deal was just about to get more interesting.

[Jenno]

Lash was taken aback by the young girl’s response. After all, given her stick-like figure and relative size, to answer back with such fire in a bar was not often seen as the best way to avoid trouble. Bars usually weren’t very stable environments and he’d heard a number of things about the places on Tattooine. This girl had guts that was for sure, or no survival instinct, one or the other, Lash couldn’t quite tell.

As part of his recovery, Lash was intending to do a fair few things in a daring attempt to break out of the cocoon which had slowly grown around him in the past couple of years. Here was someone who seemed perhaps willing to converse, and she certainly seemed like she worked on this world if she was delivering things. “oh, work around these parts do you?” he said, trying to see if he could pick up conversation. It was quite an odd experience, even before he began drowning himself in drinks Lash had never been viewed as a great conversationalist, purely for the fact he’d been a big headed egotistical pain in the backside who people tended to want to punch more than anything else. So now it was as if he was trying to find some firm footing in order to advance with. Of course, a quick downing of the recently purchased ale would provide a great deal of help.

“I’m not the rule imposing kind, kid.” He said with a grim little smile, his neck twinging from the sudden kick of alcohol, he’d been sober the whole flight and he found himself slipping onto the drink again all too quickly. How fickle his determination was. “So you work here then? Still, seem a little young to be working as well, if you ask me. You just a runner or…” his voiced trailed off as he caught eyes with Palas for a few moments, seemed like he was needed after all. However, he had no clue what was going on, why would she want him there? He just flew the ship; she wasn’t expecting him to act as a hard man as well was she? Then again, he was a large semi-muscular man. His rugged looks and imposing demeanour would serve as a useful tool for striking fear into the hearts, or similarly important bodily organs, of any slimy tight-mouthed scum bag. It had been a while since Lash had encountered a mirror. Or reality.

“Hold that thought kid” he said raising his hand to the young girl with his grin slipping to more slightly more serious expression. Sliding off his stool the pilot moved around the bar to where Palas had been sitting, talking to the Bothan barman. The serious expression washed away, replaced with his grin once again, that had been his attempt at serious, certainly not something to make a career out of. As he glided within speaking range he glanced between Palas and the barman before raising his query. “What’s up captain?” He leaned on the bar as he posed the question, he was pretty much throwing himself on the fence here, he had no idea what was going on or how he should approach the matter, for a change.

Of course, he hoped this meant work, the kind which would leave him no longer in debt to this ass-kicking Twi’lek he called a captain. Once he was done though, it would mean he’d be alone again, with no direction, lost in the black of space. What would he do, settle down? Buy a ship? Find a crew? He thought that Palas would most likely want him gone after his debt was paid, which meant there’d be no spot on the Jewel. But he was twenty-five, he needed to find some direction to go in, drifting was a pilot’s worst nightmare and for this freelance alcoholic go-getter it was no different.

So he wondered if this would be good or bad. Like with most situations, he approached this one with mixed feelings, but waited vigilantly for a response.

[.:Falcon:.]

Kess's mouth twitched as he asked- twice- if she worked on Tatooine. She laughed with no humor behind it. "You could say that, I s'pose." just then, the young man was called over by a Twi'lek who was talking to the Bothan bartender. She sipped her milk as she turned her attention back to the events around the cantina.

A game of Sabbacc, two Jawas engaged in what were probably negotiations with a Rodian, a few other aliens she tried to guess at. It was a game with her, a way to temporarily distract herself from life. There were so many creatures in the galaxy, it was impossible to know them all.

But it sure was fun to guess.

[Meira]

Good, her words had been heard. There was nothing Palas hated more than being ignored. But this Bothan had heard her, and decided he should fess up a little more information. Information that might have been a deal breaker. He had finished speaking by the time Lash had made his way over. But that was ok, Lash didn't need to know everything. In the time it took for him to get there, and effectively announce her position of authority (she almost snorted with laughter, but kept her face quite still), Palas had made a decision.

This Bothan wanted a ride, one that could possibly last a while. He wanted revenge, and wanted his money back. Palas could understand that. And having another pair of hands could prove useful, especially if those hands helped her get rid of that dirty spice shipment. Even if it took a while to find what he was looking for, surely the guy could make himself useful along the way.

Lash, I want you to meet your knight in shining armor. Palas said, holding out her hand in presentation of the bartender. This gentleman has offered to lend us a hand with out... problem. I just figured you'd like to personally thank Mr. .... Palas turned her purple eyes to he matching ones of the Bothan.

[Mara]

Indeed, it had become more interesting. Not a bodyguard, but this man seemed a subordinate to her. If that was the case, then Trevil knew he had nothing to worry about. Yet. So far the man seemed pretty nonchalant, relaxed as he leaned over the bar. So she was the captain. The Bothan had presumed as much, but it was good to hear it spoken aloud nevertheless. So much could be learned in just a few seconds, a few glances. He felt he had the situation figured out, mostly.

After the Twi'lek offered her stilted introductions, Trevil grinned ferally at the man, showing his teeth. Quickly, his mind went over the possibilities. Should he give his real name? No, that would be much too dangerous right now. The Bothan went through his checklist of identities. It was a matter of whether to throw out a new one or to keep the same alias he was currently using. Since he had just started using it here on Tatooine, he assumed it would be safe to keep it. Especially if Maso or others in the cantina were listening in on them. Yes, it would be better to stay with the same one.

"Call me Yunas, slicer extraordinaire." Well, it had slipped out, his actual skill he had been keeping mysterious to lead on the purple Twi'lek captain. But it would have come out eventually, especially if the trouble the two of them were in was more immediate. "Nice to meet you, Lash," he had heard what she called him, "and Captain....?"

[Meira]

Palas. She said with a nod of her head. A slicer, eh? He could be useful. Well, it wouldn't matter if he could hack into the Republic Senate mainframe if he didn't actually have a way to help them get the dirty spice off their hands. So one thing at a time.

Palas turned her head to look at Lash directly. This would be an important moment for him. If he did this well, he would earn a good sized portion of her trust. If he botched it, she might have to kill him. And for all the tough talk and insults she threw around, Palas didn't like having to follow through on the death threats. That's not to say that she wouldn't do it... she just wouldn't be to happy to have to clean it up afterward.

Right, well. Yunas, Lash here can help you get started on the arrangements. If you two will excuse me, I have to track down a part for my ship. And with a smile and another nod of her head, Palas hopped off her stool and walked away from the two, hoping to any higher power that might exist that she wasn't making a huge mistake.

Palas walked around the bar until she came up next to the girl who sat drinking the milk Yunas gave her. She didn't waste any time. Hey. She said with an upward jutting of her chin towards the girl. Does your boss deal ship parts?

[.:Falcon:.]

Kess looked around as the Twi'lek came up...and spoke to her. She regarded the woman auietly a moment, then shrugged. "It depends on how big your pocketbook is. Of course. And what you're needing." Kess drained the last bit of milk out of her cup.

It had been good, but she had to get back to Ri-Parra's. She'd be in a world of trouble if she wasn't back before Tatoo 2 had sunk below the horizon.

[Mara]

Trevil returned the nod. "Nice to meet you, Captain." It took all of his willpower to remain calm and keep his fur from standing up all over the place. Finally things seemed to be clicking into place for him. He was finally going to leave Tatooine and continue his search. The Twi'lek woman hadn't flinched a bit when he mentioned his slicer talents, but that was no matter. From his brief acquaintance with her, he was quite sure she was skilled at masking her feelings. He just hoped that she was pleasantly surprised. The Bothan was looking forward to this new partnership. He would make her little problem disappear, and he would use her contacts to find his old team and exact his revenge.

He raised his furry eyebrows and took a sip of his glass after the captain departed and turned his attention to the human named Lash. Trevil wasn't quite sure what his story was, but he was part of the captain's team, it seemed, and he would have to treat him with about the same respect. Though, he didn't see quite as hard-hearted as the Twi'lek was. This being was more laid-back in appearance. A bit scruffy, he would think another human would describe him as such. "Arrangements?"

[Meira]

Palas chuckled at the girl's flat response. She had obviously given up on caring a long time ago. She knew the feeling. When the girl drained the last of the milk Yunas had poured for her, she looked like she was ready to go.

Well... She said, tilting her head slightly. I'd like to meet him. Could you show me the way?

She looked back over her shoulder towards Yunas and Lash, still hoping she hadn't sent herself up a certain creek without a paddle. But that was out of her hands now. She had set it all in motion, and there was no stopping it without doing more damage than there was to start with. If she was going to let Lash stick around, then she needed to at least give him something to do.

She turned back to the girl with expectant eyes. Something in her wanted to at least be nice to the girl, but she wasn't going to waste her time either. If she would help, great. If not, then Palas would have to find some other dealer who would. There were plenty of them on this planet... just not many that she would trust.

[.:Falcon:.]

Kess shrugged. "I could." she pushed the cup to the back of the bar. Maybe bringing customers would appease Ri-Parra. "But I have to go, so I hope you were planning to go soon, cuz its a bit of a drive back to Mos Eisley."

[Jenno]

So it seemed like this slicer, this Yunas character, was, as Palas had so eloquently put it, their ‘knight in shinning armour’. Lash was actually rather surprised that they had stumbled upon someone willing and able to help them so quickly. After all, this was pretty much their first job since he had… signed on. Lash had thought he’d be there a whole lot longer since Greegar still held a lot of influence over most of the Outer Rim, even after his unfortunate decline those few years back.

Palas seemed a bit eager to get the deed done; Lash couldn’t be certain if it was to get rid of the contraband or to get him off the ship. “Pleased to meet you Yunas” Lash said with a little boisterous grin as he leaned on the bar. It was only a few moments later that Palas was talking to the kid he’d been idly chatting to moments earlier. Lash watched her intently as she moved and talked to the child. She always seemed to have so much confidence in the way she talked, walked and berated him, perhaps that was one of the reasons he had been going along with what she said and did without little questioning, an oddity in comparison to Lash’s regular behaviour.

With Palas’ seat now vacant the raggedy looking pilot sat himself down and dragged his attention away from Palas. Lash hadd been given an important task, he needed to talk to this Bothan and file through information regarding the buyer, possible contacts or other ways to reach him, locations and also he’d have to- “is that alcohol?” He thought suddenly, his train of thought pole vaulting straight off the tracks. Yunas asked him something but all he could do was look at the remains of the drink that Palas had left behind. His eyes lit up when he saw there was at least an entire swig left. Quickly checking that she was on her way out, he downed whatever it was she’d been silly enough to forget and felt the burning kick as it ran down his throat and into his stomach. Getting past the drink would require baby steps.

Finally turning his attention to the Bothan it took a few moments for the question to dissolve through his ears. “Hmm? Oh yes,” Lash started, leaning in a little closer, “well, first of all I’ll need to see some info regarding this buyer, just general stuff about how we’d go about finding this guy and setting up a sale. Just run it up on a datapad and I’ll go over it on the ship. And I guess I’ll have to show you around the ship as well, though I’m not much of a tour guide.” He slid off the bar stool and looked around at the less-than-pretty assembly of dirt and grime that littered the tables, bars seemed a lot less nice when he wasn’t gambling or hitting it heavy on the drink.

“So, I should probably head back to the ship, got a job to see through whilst Miss High And Mighty,” he said gesturing to the exit, “is off buying some interesting gizmo for the ship.” Pausing for a few moments he looked to Yunas and grinned. “Say, wanna come to the ship now? Don’t know if we’re going to be here very long and this place seems kinda… well… no disrespect to your workplace here, but I’ve known cold pieces of rock that have been more entertaining. Waddya say?” He finished with a smile.

Only a few minutes later Lash and Yunas walked out of the Dragon’s Back Cantina and headed straight for the dock yard.

[Mara]

(( Just wanted to wrap up before the new thread. I'll start it soon )).


It was obvious to Trevil that this human was a bit distracted. And he wasn't surprised. He seemed the type who wasn't used to responsibility, and here Captain Palas had given him the chore of making sure the Bothan knew everything he needed to know in order to leave Tatooine behind. Though he was in a hurry to get going, he settled in on his stool, sipping his drink, waiting. When this Lash fellow was ready, he would be ready to listen.

Trevil filed away the man's actions for later. He had noticed him seem a bit too excited to be sitting in front of the Twi'lek's half-finished glass of liquor. It might just be an isolated event--the man did look tired, after all--but it also might not be. Trevil enjoyed drink as much as the next being, but this human seemed to have a... a connection to alcohol. He put it away in the back of his mind as Lash finally spoke up to him.

He nodded, not sure what kind of buyer he meant, or what he was buying. Trevil really hoped it wasn't anything illegal. Palas had spoke of trouble, but he really was hoping get off the planet before he had to put his slicing skills to use. He finished off his glass and wiped it clean with his rag before replacing it back on the shelf below the bar.

The Bothan smoothed his fur with a hand and nodded again to Lash. It would be nice to see what kind of transport this captain had, what he would be leaving on his journey on. "Great. And no disrespect needed... I don't even like this place anyway..." He hopped down off his stool, suddenly seeming a lot shorter now that he wasn't eye level with his customers. Trevil pocketed his things, his credits and a few odds and ends from over the past few weeks.

"Back in an hour, Maso!" He yelled back towards the kitchen. Trevil also caught up with Gliri and told the waitress he was leaving. The cantina wasn't so busy right now, but he knew it would be once the after-dinner crowd came in. But that was no longer his problem. He was leaving this bar, and Tatooine, behind him forever. Making sure he had everything, he followed Lash out of the Dragon's Back cantina, not a bit sorry for ditching Maso, Gliri and the rest. Especially not the cantina's owner.


[to A Diamond in the Rough...]