Post by Corstar on Nov 12, 2007 3:35:15 GMT -5
Aidel looked around the dull bar.
It was possibly one of the worst taverns on Coruscant. Half of the patrons were asleep, the band wasn't even bothering at hitting the correct notes and the bartender was only half paying attention to the orders.
Or at least that's what the drinks tasted like.
"The top five decimeters of each surface need to be hit with a plasma cannon in this place."
"No complaints"
Aidel smiled at the opposing figure. Lieutenant Gazard 'Gaz' Krey was a Republic Special Operations Officer. He was the latest liaison with Aidel. The 'boonie' flap hat that he wore on his head, combined with the completely non regulation beard made him seem like one of the crowd. For those who paid too much attention, a small matte black verpine pistol was snug against his hip in a low holster. The slight bulge in his light khaki vest suggested something more was under it.
"How many do we have?" Aidel gestured at the list in Krey's hands.
"Three. We can do with that."
"Same gear?"
"Yeah. Actually, here's another one of them." Gaz gestured with a stylus.
The man's presence was almost overpowering. It wasn't hard, as one half of the room were gamblers, the other half were drunks passed out on the floor. He radiated officer however...a horrible trait in a mercenary.
"Civilian contractor."
"What?" Aidel turned a confused look upon Gaz.
"I know what you were thinking." Lt Kray's smile pulled his mouth into a full out grin.
"Forgot the Jedi Order is skipping you old fogeys."
"Twenty nine is NOT old!"
"Bit old for the padawan braid."
"Eh. I can't even lift a pebble. The Force is not strong with this one."
"Good enough to read intent."
"Just good guess work."
"Yeah, sure. Wave him over."
-----
Myn ran down the street, ducking his head. The one major problem he had with Coruscant was it's carry laws. Unless you had a Republic permit, you couldn't have a firearm or even a knife. This was proving to be problematic at this point in time.
He pushed past street bum as there was a loud crack. A slug richochetted off a pole which had lost it's purpose long ago. Myn fell to his hands and knees, crawling away with the crowd. His pilot's jumpsuit was nowhere near the amount of body armor needed to deal with two angry Corellians.
The two brothers originally came from a family of four brothers. Unfortunately the first two had come to odds with the Lightnings in the past. When Myn happened to be the victor of the battle, for some reason, their remaining two brothers took it personally.
Normally it wouldn't have been a problem. But he was unarmed and tired. Both bad combinations unless one wished to be shot.
He shoved a civilian out of the way and pulled himself up to his feet, shoulder charging into a door that, as luck would have it, was opening as he was entering.
Stumbling through, he caught himself, taking a few extra steps forward, he acted as if partially drunk before nearly tumbling down the stairs to the bar.
He sat down next to a street bum who was passed out, drooling onto the tabletop. Looking up at the tattooed human bartender he raised an eyebrow.
"I'll have what he had."
The bartender dropped a cloudy glass of red liquid infront of Myn.
Myn lifted the drink to his lips, before looking at the bum's drink.
It was a golden color.
It wasn't the worst drink ever, but he instantly regretted it.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. Grabbing the hand with his free hand, he turned and twisted. The man gave in with a quick percise movement, then moved too fast. Either it was the drink or just lack of adrendaline from running, but the man in khakis swung his left arm around which gave Myn a broad slap to the face. It was more unbalancing than a painful blow. The second blow to his breastbone however was more pain than unbalancing. A foot slammed down on his feet, the blow sliding off of his steeltoed boots. He kicked out, catching the man in the shin. Swinging a wide haymaker Myn focused on the blur. He felt a connect, then his arm twisted. He felt himself leave the floor before slamming into the ground. As his eyes started to focus, he realized he was looking at a woman. medium long blond hair. She seemed to radiate persona.
"Captain Myn Corstar?" The woman asked.
There was a light chuckling in the background.
"Who wants to know?"
"We've met before, once. The Republic is calling in all it's old favors." She offered a hand to help him up. Once Myn was on his feet, he reached out with his hands to steady himself against the bar.
"Please don't say old girlfriend. I'm s..."
"No, it was professional."
"Good. Wait...what was that? Republic?"
"Yes. Job. Money. Benifits."
At this point Gaz burst out laughing. His booming laugh echoed through the bar, drawing a few glances from the conscious denizens. The gamblers in the corner of the room looked up from their cards. At this point one of the gamblers took the time to tap the edge of his card. The dealer turned just in time to see the action and watch the man drop down a straight 20.
"CHEATER!"
The man jumped at the cheater with fists swinging, table flying and chips scattering.
Aidel used the force to redirect the table into the ground, she however couldn't stop the dozens of creditcard chits.
"It's about time to leave. Yes or no?" Aidel looked into Myn's eyes. "It involves Sith and Mandos."
"Get me out of here."
"That wasn't a..."
"Yeah! yes yes yes! Get me out!"
"Gaz, grab him."
"Screw that. Diego, get over here."
A larger Kuati man slinged Myn's arm over his head and carried him towards the door.
"Hey!"
Aidel and Gaz turned at the shout, Gaz raising his pistol and Aidel withdrawing her lightsaber.
The bartender stood before them, flatfooted, looking at both of their weapons, one pointing at his head and the other gesturing in his direction.
"Uh...you...uhh...forgot to pay."
Gaz holstered his pistol in a smooth action and flipped the man a hundred credit chit.
"Keep the change."
It was possibly one of the worst taverns on Coruscant. Half of the patrons were asleep, the band wasn't even bothering at hitting the correct notes and the bartender was only half paying attention to the orders.
Or at least that's what the drinks tasted like.
"The top five decimeters of each surface need to be hit with a plasma cannon in this place."
"No complaints"
Aidel smiled at the opposing figure. Lieutenant Gazard 'Gaz' Krey was a Republic Special Operations Officer. He was the latest liaison with Aidel. The 'boonie' flap hat that he wore on his head, combined with the completely non regulation beard made him seem like one of the crowd. For those who paid too much attention, a small matte black verpine pistol was snug against his hip in a low holster. The slight bulge in his light khaki vest suggested something more was under it.
"How many do we have?" Aidel gestured at the list in Krey's hands.
"Three. We can do with that."
"Same gear?"
"Yeah. Actually, here's another one of them." Gaz gestured with a stylus.
The man's presence was almost overpowering. It wasn't hard, as one half of the room were gamblers, the other half were drunks passed out on the floor. He radiated officer however...a horrible trait in a mercenary.
"Civilian contractor."
"What?" Aidel turned a confused look upon Gaz.
"I know what you were thinking." Lt Kray's smile pulled his mouth into a full out grin.
"Forgot the Jedi Order is skipping you old fogeys."
"Twenty nine is NOT old!"
"Bit old for the padawan braid."
"Eh. I can't even lift a pebble. The Force is not strong with this one."
"Good enough to read intent."
"Just good guess work."
"Yeah, sure. Wave him over."
-----
Myn ran down the street, ducking his head. The one major problem he had with Coruscant was it's carry laws. Unless you had a Republic permit, you couldn't have a firearm or even a knife. This was proving to be problematic at this point in time.
He pushed past street bum as there was a loud crack. A slug richochetted off a pole which had lost it's purpose long ago. Myn fell to his hands and knees, crawling away with the crowd. His pilot's jumpsuit was nowhere near the amount of body armor needed to deal with two angry Corellians.
The two brothers originally came from a family of four brothers. Unfortunately the first two had come to odds with the Lightnings in the past. When Myn happened to be the victor of the battle, for some reason, their remaining two brothers took it personally.
Normally it wouldn't have been a problem. But he was unarmed and tired. Both bad combinations unless one wished to be shot.
He shoved a civilian out of the way and pulled himself up to his feet, shoulder charging into a door that, as luck would have it, was opening as he was entering.
Stumbling through, he caught himself, taking a few extra steps forward, he acted as if partially drunk before nearly tumbling down the stairs to the bar.
He sat down next to a street bum who was passed out, drooling onto the tabletop. Looking up at the tattooed human bartender he raised an eyebrow.
"I'll have what he had."
The bartender dropped a cloudy glass of red liquid infront of Myn.
Myn lifted the drink to his lips, before looking at the bum's drink.
It was a golden color.
It wasn't the worst drink ever, but he instantly regretted it.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. Grabbing the hand with his free hand, he turned and twisted. The man gave in with a quick percise movement, then moved too fast. Either it was the drink or just lack of adrendaline from running, but the man in khakis swung his left arm around which gave Myn a broad slap to the face. It was more unbalancing than a painful blow. The second blow to his breastbone however was more pain than unbalancing. A foot slammed down on his feet, the blow sliding off of his steeltoed boots. He kicked out, catching the man in the shin. Swinging a wide haymaker Myn focused on the blur. He felt a connect, then his arm twisted. He felt himself leave the floor before slamming into the ground. As his eyes started to focus, he realized he was looking at a woman. medium long blond hair. She seemed to radiate persona.
"Captain Myn Corstar?" The woman asked.
There was a light chuckling in the background.
"Who wants to know?"
"We've met before, once. The Republic is calling in all it's old favors." She offered a hand to help him up. Once Myn was on his feet, he reached out with his hands to steady himself against the bar.
"Please don't say old girlfriend. I'm s..."
"No, it was professional."
"Good. Wait...what was that? Republic?"
"Yes. Job. Money. Benifits."
At this point Gaz burst out laughing. His booming laugh echoed through the bar, drawing a few glances from the conscious denizens. The gamblers in the corner of the room looked up from their cards. At this point one of the gamblers took the time to tap the edge of his card. The dealer turned just in time to see the action and watch the man drop down a straight 20.
"CHEATER!"
The man jumped at the cheater with fists swinging, table flying and chips scattering.
Aidel used the force to redirect the table into the ground, she however couldn't stop the dozens of creditcard chits.
"It's about time to leave. Yes or no?" Aidel looked into Myn's eyes. "It involves Sith and Mandos."
"Get me out of here."
"That wasn't a..."
"Yeah! yes yes yes! Get me out!"
"Gaz, grab him."
"Screw that. Diego, get over here."
A larger Kuati man slinged Myn's arm over his head and carried him towards the door.
"Hey!"
Aidel and Gaz turned at the shout, Gaz raising his pistol and Aidel withdrawing her lightsaber.
The bartender stood before them, flatfooted, looking at both of their weapons, one pointing at his head and the other gesturing in his direction.
"Uh...you...uhh...forgot to pay."
Gaz holstered his pistol in a smooth action and flipped the man a hundred credit chit.
"Keep the change."