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Aug 11, 2007 14:20:13 GMT -5
Post by Infamous1 on Aug 11, 2007 14:20:13 GMT -5
Grant Condor, after a couple days of regret, decided he didn't have time for that. He made his bed and now he has to sleep in it. He had a ship, but no credits to buy fuel, so he had to find a job. Of course, this couldn't be a normal job. He was an outlaw. He had to go underground and, not understanding it was just a figure of speech, that brought him to Selonia. Being the cocky person he was, he knew he could find the shady characters in a cantina.
That's what brought him to this doorway. He walked through with a confident stride and a satisfied smile. The smile faltered a bit when he saw the rough bunch of people in the cantina, but he quickly fixed the smile. He couldn't show weakness. He sat on an empty stool at the bar and confidently said, "Give me the hardest drink you've got!"
The bartender smirked at the kid. "You got any proof of age?" he asked with a small chuckle.
Grant silently cursed himself and added a fake ID onto the things he needed to get. With a sorrowful look, he answered the bartender, "Did I say 'hardest drink'? I meant your hardest... hot choclate." The last bit came out as a mumble.
"Sure, coming right up kid," the bartender chuckled. He stepped away for a second and came back with a glass of hot chocolate. Grant grumbled, but went ahead and drank the hot chocolate as he sat there waiting for some opportunity to present itself.
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Aug 11, 2007 14:48:30 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Aug 11, 2007 14:48:30 GMT -5
(You gotta be kidding me. Coke is not canon. Change that.)
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Aug 11, 2007 14:50:08 GMT -5
Post by Corstar on Aug 11, 2007 14:50:08 GMT -5
[sounds like something I'd do though.]
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Aug 11, 2007 23:08:01 GMT -5
Post by corm on Aug 11, 2007 23:08:01 GMT -5
Zain entered the bar with a sigh. He had just finished transferred some spice to a very rich selonian here, it wasn't something he really wanted to do but it payed well. He hated this place, the selonians themselves just smelled weird and he wasn't fond of the atmosphere. To add to it all the planet was amazingly dull, but his ship was currently being fixed, he had a problem with the hyperdrive the last time.
Pulling up a stool at the bar he questioned to the bartender "Get me anything alcoholic" he said uncaringly as he threw a few credits on the counter, he needed something to take his mind off of this blasted planet. The bartender nodded and filled a clear glass with some sort of redish liquid, eyeing the blaster at zain's hip a bit too long. Zain took a swig and savored the sweet taste of this drink, instantely filling him with pleasure.
Turning to look at the kid next to him he stifled a laugh "Hot chocolate, dangerous today aren't we". It wasn't that he dissaproved of him not having anything a bit more...fermented, it was just people didn't often come here for a normal drink, that they could get at home.
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Aug 12, 2007 0:09:06 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Aug 12, 2007 0:09:06 GMT -5
(And now Chocolate? Helloooo... not canon!)
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Aug 12, 2007 0:51:07 GMT -5
Post by corm on Aug 12, 2007 0:51:07 GMT -5
(ooc: actually if you read heir to the empire chocolate is canon, luke skywalker has hot chocolate in the first few pages, so yeah it would be canon.)
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Aug 12, 2007 2:11:59 GMT -5
Post by Infamous1 on Aug 12, 2007 2:11:59 GMT -5
((I got the hot chocolate from wookieepedia. I know anyone could put any BS on there, but it mentioned books the drink was mentioned in.))
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After learning from experience that 'hot' wasn't just part of the name, Grant carefully sipped his hot chocolate. He was a bit startled when someone sat down next to him, but quickly tried to recover his facade of nonchalance. When he thought he had sufficiently regained his cover, he looked back over to the man. He saw the brown hair and was a bit startled by the yellow eyes, but those things became of little importance to him when he saw the blaster. His eyes, like the bartender's, had lingered on it. Being the teenager that Grant was, he knew all. He knew that cantinas were the best place to find people like him, criminals, he knew that an underground cantina was an even better place to find such people, and he also knew that only two types of people carried blasters around; soldiers and criminals. So, without even noticing the guy had spoke, Grant burst out "Hey! You've got a blaster! Are you some kind of outlaw like me?" Knowing that only criminals go to cantinas, Grant didn't notice the stares of the people in the room that weren't actually criminals.
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Aug 12, 2007 9:09:16 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Aug 12, 2007 9:09:16 GMT -5
(I am proven mistaken, then. Please continue. I bow to your superior knowledge of canon beveridges.)
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Aug 12, 2007 10:41:49 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Aug 12, 2007 10:41:49 GMT -5
(Sweet, can actually fit into this.)
He had made amazing time, there was something about flying at night that was just so relaxing. Axle had slept for a few hours in a small forest on the outskirts of the city so he was fairly fresh. He had to be for what had to be done. His mark was in this city, the problem was finding him.
He entered the cantina, the usual hangout for rebels, toughs, and thugs on any world. It also seemed the best place to get information. His wings were tucked into a very loose tunic and his blaster was in its holster, never could be too careful. Strolling up to the bar he eyed the patrons of the tavern; they didnt seem to be a very savory bunch but, oh well, life is life.
What'll you have stranger?
Jawa juice, and any information on one Sebastien Marlowe.
He lowered his voice slightly, not knowing what kind of reputation Marlowe had in this city. The barkeep chuckled.
Usually, I'd ask for a better tip but in this case I really cant help you, son.
Axle cursed under his breath as the barkeep sat the steaming glass before him. Sighing he sat, trying to relax. He listened to the sounds of the bar around him and the first thing he heard was a young man spouting something about someone else being an outlaw like him, the kid must be new to the game.
Kid, you can't go around spouting the fact that you are an outlaw. Even these cantinas can be hazardous to the likes of us.
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Aug 12, 2007 12:18:02 GMT -5
Post by corm on Aug 12, 2007 12:18:02 GMT -5
Corm chuckled and took another swig of the red liquid. He flashed a smile "I wouldn't say criminal" he muttered, then added "But who knows these days" with a wink. "And what is an outlaw such as yourself doing on this backwater planet" He noticed a few of the selonians at the bar turned to look at him after that was said. He nearly jumped as the other person walked in, there was something about him. Zain stared for a moment but then turned his attention back to his drink, staring can get you in trouble, a lot of it. He sighed to himself, it seemed as if his ship would never get fixed.
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Aug 12, 2007 13:25:26 GMT -5
Post by Infamous1 on Aug 12, 2007 13:25:26 GMT -5
Grant was again startled by someone speaking to him, without seeing the person approach. Back on Corellia, people had the courtesy to greet someone without giving them a heart attack. With a sigh and sad eyes, Grant remembered he'd never be able to go back there. He was one of these people now and he'd have to learn to spook people as an introduction. He sighed again and turned to the second guy saying, "You know, I'm not so bad with a rifle. Seeing as I don't got one, I guess I'll follow your advice for now." He eyed the second guy's blaster and then eyed the first guy's again. He'd have to get himself a gun soon. "I came to this planet because I've always heard that criminals go underground to get lost. This was the only planet I knew of that goes underground," he said as he looked up to the first guy's face.
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Aug 12, 2007 13:51:05 GMT -5
Post by corm on Aug 12, 2007 13:51:05 GMT -5
Zain caught himself from laughing quickly and smiled. "This planet is only fit for trash heaps" he said noticing the natives in the bar getting a bit more angry "If you really want to not be noticed Nar Shaddaa is the place to be, of course if to be lost is all you want there are many planets for that" He said eyeing the other man again for a second. He knew there was something diferent, he just couldn't quite get it. Returning his gaze back to his drink he downed the last bit of it, although he felt no signs of being anywhere near drunk, and that was good because being drunk on a place like this was not a good idea, at all.
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Aug 12, 2007 15:19:57 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Aug 12, 2007 15:19:57 GMT -5
Taking a sip of his jawa juice he moved a few inches closer, picking up in the conversation. He really didn't care if he was being rude or not, some things in life just seemed more important than making a good first impression.
In some cases the best tactic is to keep moving. That's what I'm best at, I suppose. You? I think you could actually make laying low work. The life of a drifter is the life I live.
This was the first time he had actually stopped to look at his life. Constantly on the run, no real cares or worries outside the next meal or how best to avoid the feds. He had his mind set to what needed to be done and that was that.
Finne's the name. Thats all that you need to know.
He slowly took another drink, a moment to rest was just what he needed.
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Aug 12, 2007 15:42:57 GMT -5
Post by Tal on Aug 12, 2007 15:42:57 GMT -5
((well, seeing as I'm on planet, and this is the last place my character was seen being near to....mind if I join you?))
It wasn't long before Italia came striding into the cantina....infact, lately, she'd been a regular at the shady place, and today was no different. She'd stayed up most of the night working on fixing her navi-computer, so she was in need of a drink and a break from work, so, she'd showered...much unlike the majority of the cantina's occupants...and then had headed straight here.
Allowing her eyes to adjust to the, even more dim, light of the cantina, she spotted someone she 'knew'...though she used that term very lightly in this case. Walking up to the bar, she ignored the man...infact, she ignored all of them...and ordered herself a drink. Finally setting her mind about surveighing the others at the bar, she noticed a new man, and a boy. Nodding to the others, she downed her drink and ordered a new one.
What are you doing here kid? Bit rough of a place for you, isn't it?
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Aug 12, 2007 23:15:30 GMT -5
Post by Infamous1 on Aug 12, 2007 23:15:30 GMT -5
((The more, the merrier-er... or whatever.))
Grant nodded at all of the suggestions for hiding. He knew he was good. He could do just about anything. But this was a new world for him, in more ways than one. He couldn't turn away suggestions from people who seemed to have been at this much longer than him. So, in acceptance, he said, "Yeah... yeah, thanks for the help." When he heard the name Finne's name, a spark went through his mind. He recognised that name, he just wasn't sure where he heard it. Not that he would admit it to anyone, but Grant really only knew about Corellia. Seeing as the guy was a criminal and the name triggered Grant's memory, logic suggested that the guy was wanted on Corellia. Grant gave the man a strange look and said, "My name's Grant Co... no, forget that. Call me Condor. Just Condor." Maybe he could try to take the man back to Corellia. They would probably clear Grant's record for it. Then again, he wasn't even sure that the man was wanted on Corellia. Finne also seemed more experienced than him... yeah, best to just keep an eye on him and wait it out. Again he was startled by a new voice. He started to think it was him that had something wrong, not them. His surprise was quickly hidden, not by some cover, but by anger. Why was he constantly being called a kid? Yeah, he was young, but he was an outlaw just like them. Why didn't that seem to matter? His cockiness seemed to come through more than he wanted when he said, "I'm not a kid! This place isn't too rough for me! Maybe one of you three could give me a chance and I'll prove that I'm not just some kid." Forget about clearming his name, maybe he should capture this Finne guy just to gain a reputation.
((I understand that it might kind of seem to be meta-gaming that I know Finne's wanted on Corellia. I think I kind of thought up a good IC reason for Grant to know though. It makes sense that, with Grant being from Corellia, Grant would have heard of Finne.))
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Aug 13, 2007 14:12:44 GMT -5
Post by Tal on Aug 13, 2007 14:12:44 GMT -5
Italia chuckled slightly at the boys words, and shook her head. Sure as wookies had hair, this boy was green. Lower your voice...unless you want to be heard? She stated non-chalantly, leaning on the bar as if she'd not said anything. You'd better get used to being called 'kid'...I've been trained since I was 5 and I'm STILL called 'kid' by the older vets...if you let it get to ya, you'll be in big trouble. I've got a few scars to proove it. Lia stated, not liking the look the boy..Condor... was giving Finne. That was the look of someone sizing up a prime bounty.
...and don't even think it kid...he's not for you to be sizing up to try and save your own sorry skin. I've tried that too...it doesn't work that way.
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Aug 13, 2007 18:07:57 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Aug 13, 2007 18:07:57 GMT -5
Lia, eh? A planet is a big place he just didn't understand why she had to end up in the same cantina. She was the same person he talked to only a few days ago though, no doubt of that. This Condor kid was itching to get himself killed, shanked, or turned in, that was also quite certain. He noticed the young man giving him the look of a hunter, the same look Lia gave him when they first met. Axle's voice was low and mellow, weariness had finally caught up with him, it seemed.
"Condor," was it? Don't get any ideas, I don't think that I would be sitting here if I thought that this cantina was a threat to myself. You have to learn to understand how being an outlaw works.
He took another long drink of his jawa juice, it was finally getting cool. Axle didn't consider himself a kid, he wasn't very old but he had seen things, experienced things that no one else would ever have to go through. The reason he was alive today was not luck, it was his desire to be free. He knew though that his true freedom would come only when those who created him had payed for their transgressions.
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Aug 13, 2007 23:39:18 GMT -5
Post by corm on Aug 13, 2007 23:39:18 GMT -5
Corm looked at the girl uncomfortably, he knew what she was, and he didn't like bounty hunters. They weren't always to hard to spot for him, you had to learn how to though. Being a smuggler and one who sometimes got into a bit of trouble bounty hunters weren't quite a rare thing. "I say stop teaching him and let him learn by experience" he muttered to them "Knowing is easy, doing isn't". He yawned for a moment stretching, he had to get back to his ship soon, providing it was fixed. Looking at the bounty hunter again he rested his hand on the left side of his stomach, feeling the sharp dagger concealed. Blasters were nice, but using blades just gave him a rush, not that he would have to use a blade. But with a bounty hunter around, and two outlaws who knew what could happen.
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Aug 14, 2007 14:03:05 GMT -5
Post by Tal on Aug 14, 2007 14:03:05 GMT -5
Lia shrugged slightly. Honestly, she just didn't want to see another person...especially one this young...lose their life, their chance of a future, because of some stupid mistakes. So be it...but I just hate when young people have to learn the hard way...I wasn't really given a choice...this kid is. she muttered, her voice a mixture of annoyance and sadness.
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Aug 15, 2007 21:22:48 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Aug 15, 2007 21:22:48 GMT -5
(Hmm, I can start expecting Halcyon to show up... this is gonna get interesting.)
Axle had heard enough, besides, he still had a small flight ahead of him. His mark was supposedly on the outskirts of the city he was sitting in and he had some digging to do. If he could hack into the main data frame for holo-phone service he could cross reference the name and find an address; simple simple. He finished his jawa juice, setting the glass upside down on the bar in front of him.
Well gents, it's been pleasant, however I must run.
He stood up, getting to catch Lia eye to eye, enough of a method of saying farewell as any. Turning away from her and the other two he slowly strides toward the door, stretching his arms and lightly flexing his wing muscles to work out the soreness; it didn't do them well to always keep them tucked in tight.
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