A Motley Crew (Open)

[Hawke]

[Location: A ritzy club named "Red Sun" on the 'Pleasure Planet' of Zeltros.]

Talia Anwar pulled her leather coat around her more tightly, giving the alluring
lavender-skinned Twi'lek the appearance of a PI, or possibly just a more worldly
-wise businesswoman. The woman's steps quickened as she finally caught sight
of the particular locale she had been searching for. It should have been easy
to find, a prominent club with the name "Red Sun" lit up in big, bright, imperial
red lettering; not to mention the temple-like exterior and lavish outer courtyard.
And yet, it had taken Talia the better part of about ten minutes to track it down - and she had even asked several locals for directions. They of course, had been somewhat less than helpful, sending her into another three-block trek, in the wrong direction.

Talia sighed and straightened her stance, her shoulders had started to tense
from all the craziness she had endured in the past few hours. Taking in a deep
breath, she felt her usual cool, unaffected aura collect itself back together and
slide into place. Still, her annoyance was far from completely spent. With the
way the city was laid out, it was no wonder she felt like a gizka trapped in a
maze with a bunch of deadends. And bright red signs? So what; hell, even the
locals were bright, and a percentage of them were even red!

Making her way through the abundance of fountains and exotic plantlife of the
courtyard, Talia fervently hoped that she would pick up on something to do
or some way to get offplanet, because quite frankly, Zeltrons just weren't her
kind of people. What she wanted most was to find some new leads to follow,
but she would settle for a temporary job, that would keep boredom at bay at
the very least. Talia reached the club's doors finally, mentally sighing at the
fact that everyone would probably peg her as a dancer, some kind of bizarre
fashion model, or someone's "escort." Pushing the thought aside, she returned
the doorman's smile and left him a small tip as she shook his hand and slid past
through the open doorway. Waltzing up to the ushers' podium, she gave a brief
introduction, taking charge of the encounter and showing the employee that
she meant business.

"Fiona Zamari. I'm a new member, so I've decided to come sample one of the
facilities for myself." Talia, known only to the galaxy by her mercenary creden
-tials and therefore often called Fi, handed the Zeltronian her Red Sun I.D.
badge so that he could check her account information and confirm that the
very attractive woman standing before him was in fact a member. The young
man smiled, scanned the badge, and then hit a few keys on the keyboard
resting on the counter to his right. He studied the monitor for just a moment
before turning his smile on her once again.

"Ah, Ms. Zamari, welcome to Red Sun. We're very pleased to have you here."
He pronounced the word 'Ms.' as if he personally found it very agreeable,
brushing her hand as he returned the I.D. badge, most likely on purpose. Fiona
simply nodded, keeping her expression neutral. She had once heard that men,
no matter what species, couldn't go five minutes without rolling their minds
around in the proverbial gutter, but geez, these Zeltrons were just plain
ridiculous. The Zeltronian gestured towards a comfy-looking waiting area
behind her, identifying it as so "I see that you do not have a reservation for
this evening, but if you would have a seat in the waiting area we will endeavor
to clear a table for you directly. And please, I will do anything to make your
experience more enjoyable, so don't hesitate to ask if I can do anything for you
while you wait."

"Thank you" Fi said rather curtly, trying to ignore the "subtle" innuendo and how
obvious it was that he had been undressing her with his eyes the entire time.
She turned, the brochures he had handed to her at her side, and almost imme
-diately rolled her eyes.

Do all men think of themselves as studs?[/i] she thought in silent exasperation. Fi
wondered who he was really more attracted to, her or himself. Creep.

Selecting the plushiest looking seat, a loveseat no less, Fi set herself down and
tried not to snort at the irony. Real bright idea, deciding to come to this planet... that'll help you keep your mind off it...[/i]

With another sigh, the Twi'lek examined the brochures now resting in her lap.
Three of them advertised several other Red Sun facilities across the galaxy, and
one in particular highlighted how to upgrade one's membership to VIP status...
Letting her lekku drape across her shoulders, Fi prepared to settle in. Apparently
just being a member didn't cut it. You had to be a VIP to be taken seriously. Story of her life. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

[Cirith An'Gol]

The air warmed in the bridge as the ship entered Zeltros' atmosphere to an almost unbearable degree as the ship's sheild temporarily flared, as friction rubbed against them from exiting the coldness of space and entering the tropical warmth of the planet. A few seconds later the temperature cooled and the sheilds rippled to invisibily. The ship was called The Cat's Claw and the owner, Sabertooth, was drawn to the party planet by a job offer.

As the ship set down in one of the many landing platforms, Sabertooth strectched his seven foot tall body and growled softly as he did so. It had been a long flight, before coming here he'd flown back to Togoria to check up on his mother and some friends, then he'd gotten the call about the job. He'd spent a couple days on Togoria helping out, then he had to leave to meet his client here at the Red Sun.
"Verra, lock the ship up for me will you? I'll be back in a couple hours, maybe." Sabertooth said to his onboard smart AI.
"Very well Sabertooth, defense program will activate in two minutes" Verra's disembodied voice drifted from the ship's intercoms like silk through a calm breeze.
"That's my girl" Sabertooth muttered as he stepped off the loading ramp, a second later the ramp closed the sheilds went up with a distinct pop and the ship made it's distinct sound indicating the defense system was online, two shorts beeps courtesy of Sabertooth's smart AI, Verra.
Sabertooth particularly loved that effect that she saw fit to throw in, it always made him laugh. As the seven foot cyborg Togorian started walking away from his ship he was rushed by a mob of welcomers, all of whom were speaking at once and throwing wreaths in the air to try and get them around his head. Others just decided to drape his arms with the multicolored wreaths.
He tried as best as he could to try and listen to what they were saying to him, but, there were so many it made that impossible. He pushed through the crowd and made his way into the city looking for a hologram of a map of the city.

Once he found one he knew where to go thanks to the AI in his plate and reaching the club was no problem. He stood there in wonderment for a second, looking at the building itself and then it's decorations, the imperial red lettering was among the first things to catch his gaze. When he climbed the steps and up to the doorman, the man greeted him and opened the door, Sabertooth thanked him not knowing what else to do and entered. Once inside another Zeltronian man, this one had bright pink skin, greeted him and asked if he had a reservation.
Sabertooth simply shook his head and said "I would however, like to make one for me and another gentleman by the name of Mr. Steel. Would one hour be sufficient for your team?".
The man smiled pleasantly and told him it would be more than enough time.
"If you don't mind I'd like just relax until the meeting, maybe look around" Sabertooth said awkwardly. He'd never been anywhere this nice and he wasn't sure what the proper mannerisms should be. Genuine concern and kindness were the only things that came to mind and he tried to apply that with his words, despite reeking uncertainty and awe.
"Ofcourse" the man snapped his fingers and gestured to yet another Zeltronian, this time a gold skinned woman with black hair and green eyes "This will be your hostess, she will seat you when we are ready" with that the man left to carry on his duties.

A moment later the gold skinned woman stepped up and introduced herself, a bit flirtatiously, as Reinna. Then she asked if she could get him anything and when he responded kindly in the negative, she smiled, turned quickly and walked away.
An odd race, these Zeltronians[/i] Sabertooth thought as he turned around to make for the couches that were made available in the foyer. Something or rather someone else caught his eye though, a purple female Twi'lek. Smiling broadly he simply shook his head and made for the couch, twirling his tail in a lazy circle as he did so.
There are so many colorful races on this planet, I think I'm going to like it here[/color].

Rogarr Clawfere was an Amaran, an especially likable Amaran, everybody said so, he was usually surrounded by people eager to hear of his life as a temporary racer. Right now, there were very few people in the foyer of the Red Sun, and he was bored. Bored, bored, bored. Huffing a little he decided he was tired of sitting on the luxury couch twiddling his thumbs and stood up. Rogarr had looked at everything the foyer contained already and decided that another exploration was in order. Then he saw the female purple Twi'lek sitting down in a very large, very plush love seat.
Deciding he had nothing else better to do he started to walk over to her and introduce himself. Rogarr put on his best smile
and stretched out his hand for her to shake "Hi, my name is Rogarr Clawfere".

Arwyn An'Gol had been waiting for her client to show, he was supposed to be some fancy pants company owner that needed someone to baby him as he walked from here to there day after day. She'd been waiting for an hour already and was probably going to be waiting for another by the looks of it.
Big wigs, they always do this. They have to make themselves seem more important than they really are. It really pisses me off Arwyn thought as she stood in full armor, helmet included, with her arms crossed in annoyance.
Most people probably mistook her for hired security but, she didn't care. She was just tired of waiting. She looked around the room and noted that a few more people had shown up, specifically a purple Twi'lek and some kind of cat-like humanoid that was an impressive seven feet tall. Deciding nothing was going to happen for awhile she made her way to the couch facing the front doors and sat down. She sank into the couch farther than she thought she would, which surprised her at first. Then she noticed that she was sweating and that her visor was fogging up with the rising heat. Popping the seal that connected her helmet to the underlay of her suit she eased off the "bucket" letting the fresh air rush in. The seal made a sound like that of a tiny hole in a air mattress as it came off, a slight ssswiiieee. Arwyn breathed in deep and was thankful for the coolness, as fresh air ran through her damp hair and brushed her cheeks. Then looking up she found the cat-like humanoid looking for a place to sit. Then she spotted the mounted medium repeating blaster cannon on his back Impressive Arwyn thought as the big cat continued to look for an appropriate seat Yeah, I can see how sitting would be a problem for him, poor guy Arwyn thought about trying to help him out but then thought better of it. She was a Mandalorian after all, and Mando's weren't known for their kindness. She still felt sorry for him though. Looking over briefly, the Twi'lek seemed to also notice the big cat's predicament, so Arwyn just sat back and watched the events unfold.

[Hawke]

Fi had barely finished looking over the first brochure when she became aware
of someone moving towards her. Looking up, she saw a mammaloid being,
a fellow merc by the looks of him. The humanoid fox (whom she had in fact
noticed on her way in, but hadn't thought much of, because after all, this was
Zeltros and she had seen a lot of things here that she had never seen before)
introduced himself and offered a gloved hand. Leaning forward a little, Talia
shook Rogarr's hand and gave her alias, much as she had done a few minutes
before with the employee behind the podium there at the front desk.

Fi was just about to humor her new aquaintence with some small talk when she
was distracted by the sight of an especially large Togorian (her best guess
anyway) entering the waiting area and heading for one of the four spacious
couches. Not spacious enough as it turned out. Her icy-blue eyes watched him
stop infront of said couch and look around. She didn't need her Force-training
to tell her that he was feeling awkward, probably embarrassed.

There's no way he'll fit on that couch comfortably. And since it's not leaning
against the wall, it'll probably flip over if he tries...[/i] Her eyes moved away from the furniture and back up at him ...and he knows it[/i] she thought with a pang of sympathy. Stang, she was a Twi'lek that everyone always assumed was either a noble or a dancer or something, and she was having a little trouble acclimating - she couldn't imagine what a seven foot tall cat covered in cybernetics would be feeling in an enviroment such as this. He probably used his size and strength to deal with anyone who dared to mock him, so he was probably pretty aggressive. She'd find out soon enough.

Rising from her seat, she slipped past the young man called Rogarr with an
"Excuse me." and approached the yellow-furred Togorian (she was sure now).
Fi placed a hand on the ample musculature that made up his left arm and gave
a genuine smile, trying to spare him any further embarressment by quickly dis
-pelling the negative attention he must have been getting.

"Trade ya seats." she said.

[Cirith An'Gol]

"Ofcourse" Rogarr returned her hand shake and moved out her way so she could get by Drat! She must think I'mma perv or something. Well if she does I'm not about to trail her just because I'm bored. I do have some dignity. What was I thinking? Why couldn't I just grab a holozine?[/i] Rogarr kicked himself mentally but as he turned around to sit back down on the couch he saw the true situation Woa! That's a really big gun! Oh I see, she must be offering him her seat so he can sit down comfortably. That's nice of her[/color]. Rogarr's thought was confirmed a second later when the cat turned around to her gentle touch and she gestured to the love chair she was sitting in. Maybe I still have a chance to talk to her after all, atleast now I have something to talk about[/color]. Once the big cat sat down in the love chair he seemed to relax a bit but Rogarr could tell it still wasn't exactly comfortable. Turning his attention to the Twi'lek once again he approached her and sat down on the couch opposite her, he didn't wanna invade her space without her permission. Once Rogarr sat down he said "Y'know, that was really nice of you. Are you some kind of lawyer on vacation? I mean not all female Twi'lek's go into dancing or the escort services right?". Rogarr hoped he didn't sound as lame as he thought he did. Sometimes being a type A personality is really hard[/color].

Sabertooth was just about ready to give up and go stand somewhere when the Twi'lek woman he noticed earlier got up from her seat and gently took his arm to get his attention.
"Trade ya seats" she'd said with a genuine smile, atleast he hoped it was genuine. He didn't want to cause anyone trouble, especially if they were on their free time. Relief flooded him as he saw the offer was indeed genuine as she gestured to her seat.
"Thanks...uh..Miss Zamari was it?" Sabertooth managed to say somewhat awkwardly, he was still in the process of grasping the accepted ettiquit "Thanks alot, you saved me from alot of standing around, my name is Tynimm but, most people just call me Sabertooth" Sabertooth slowly drew off the guantlet and stuck out his left hand, his flesh hand. Ok, remember, she's not as big or as strong as I am, try not to crush her hand. Boy, this is so hard to get used to on Togoria the hunters just pounded on each others chests for greeting each other. I shouldn't have thought about that just now[/color] Desperatly trying not to fowl things up by looking somewhere inappropriate Sabertooth prayed to his Hunting God that she wasn't a telepath.

To Arwyn's credit the Twi'lek did indeed offer her chair to the big humanoid cat, she didn't know what else to call the guy, she didn't really learn about the variety of aliens that are out in the galaxy. Finally giving in to boredom she returned her attention to the conversation between the cyborg and the Twi'lek. Then when it ended the cat sat down and the flirtatious Amamran came and sat beside her, trying to start a conversation with the Twi'lek
He's probably trying to get lucky. It's probably been a whole day since his last affair. Men they are such animals[/color].
Deciding that she had nothing else better to do Arwyn decided to try and talk to the cyborg cat "So, Where'd you get the medium repeating blaster cannon Mr. Kitty?".

[Foxfire]

The trip to Zeltros was complete boredom for Cho Wroth. But what was worst than that was being sent on a bounty mission that had no bounty waiting them. The thought of the word them would seem to many to mean more than two, but two was all was allowed in this hunt. His partner, a weird assassin droid, would often set off argue with it's self, making his head hurt. He had worked with this droid before and it came in handy if a fire fight started.

Oh I hate landings I know that their safe but... I just don't know.....

Again a shriveled up old human female began talking to him, AGAIN. The only rest he got was when went to the bath room or when she was a sleep. Not being able to handle it any longer he quickly ripped open a bag of peanuts and bounced on off the back of the seat in front of her and using the force guided it into her gapping Maw and down her throat. Quickly she gagged on the peanut, losing the ability to breath. Cho lend over to her and listened to her last breath. Upon dying Cho moved her head over as if she was just a sleep. A few seconds later the stewardess came over and said....

Ah. How nice she's sleeping. Can I get you anything?

Cho replied, More peanuts.

The port was more to Cho's liking the bustling and hustling, tho due to the seven unknown deaths the happened to elderly aliens. Six by choking and one by a food allergen.

Cho went over to the baggage pick-up. Handing the zeltron a baggage claim slip, it took him to his crate. Cho waited for the nuisance to leave before opening the crate. His partner was in it powered down. Tapping it on their head Cho said 'lets go". Heading out, they wondered the massive city until Cho could stand it no longer.

Come on let's go in and see where our hotel is.

The droid, Ryver, said That's what I've been telling him the past half hour.

Taym- OK. It's near a place called 'The Red Sun'

Sure enough it was there, they checked in and went over to the club. Going to the doors, the doorman stood in their way.

We don't allow droid in here it will need to wait out side.

With out a word Ryver picked him up by the throat and walk in with him. When fully in Cho said....

Don't get them mad I just had them detailed.

Ryver threw the door man back to the doors and continued to walk with Cho over to the bar. Cho sniffed the air so many aliens and so little time to question them all. Thirst hit him, he then remembered he hadn't drank anything for a few hours, make that 12.

Ordering, he asked for mynok's blood. They brought a drink to him he sniffed it and said...

What is this swill? I asked for Mynok's blood. not a fruity fru-fru drink, blood real and if possible warm.

Other patrons turn and quickly moved a few seats away. When he got his drink he turned, and took a slow sip enjoying the salty metallic warmth. Now he could enjoy the coming hunt.

[Hawke]

Fi gave her usual confirmational nod, rather than saying "you're welcome."
Those words had never set well with her. Not that she had had much of any
experience with 'manners' and 'polite society' but she always found the
words you're welcome to be kind of snobbish, like the person doing you the
favor expected to be praised for doing something they probably should have
been doing anyways. And Fi for one, did not make a habit of tolerating snobs
for long.

The Twi'lek was surprised when the Togorian identified her by Zamari, her
merc name. Then again, he probably had excellent hearing, and the Zeltron
at the front desk hadn't exactly been whispering when he repeated her
name - Mizz Zamaree. Ugh. Fi tried not to let her inward shiver show
through. The cat's next words brought her back into the present; so his
name was Tynimm but people called him Sabertooth. Made sense. He
had to be a Bounty Hunter of course, his inborn abilities fit the job perfectly
and Hunters tended to like having big scary names. It was in an effort to
appear tough and to jumpstart a reputation. Most didn't deserve it. If you
were really that tough, why would you need to prove it to anyone else?

"Yes, yes I am. Fiona Zamari. You can call me Fi. It's nice to meet you,
Sabertooth." she said as she shook the immense paw he offered her and
took a seat on the couch Rogarr had been sitting on a moment before. She
passively surveyed the area visually and with her limited telepathic ability.
A mercenary, probably a pilot, from a fox-like race she had never seen before,
a huge Togorian covered in cybernetics, and what looked like a...Mandalorian?
Not just a Mando, a female Mando at that, she noted as gorgeous red hair
streamed out of the armor-clad figure's helm as she removed it. Stang, Fi
was reminded of her hair-envy. Lekku were just a pain most of the time,
or at least Talia's particularly "long and supple" ones were. ...Whatever.
Another man-thing that she'd just have to put up with until she grew old
and wrinkly and they left her the hell alone. Or... she could always shoot
them.

That would be fun, for a while...[/i] she thought, smiling to herself. She looked
back up ...what a strange group we are[/i] she thought.

[Cirith An'Gol]

Sabertooth looked around some more, not knowing exactly what to do, as he sat in the plush chair. It still wasn't exactly comfortable but, the discomfort was tolerable. I'm used to action, fighting or doing something other than sitting in a chair. How long is this going to take?[/color] the Togorian thought as he looked around the room. Then he spotted some movement near the entrance and his ears reflexivelly went up. A moment later a small greyish skinned alien walked through that was probably barely over five feet tall accompanied by a unique looking droid. Those two look like an odd pair, one that normally wouldn't be put together in a partnership. Then again, look at the group you're sitting with Sabertooth thought as they walked up to the bar on the opposite side of the room. Having nothing else better to do Sabertooth focused his cybornetic ears on their conversation, his eyes saw him order a drink but his ears couldn't believe the beverage that was ordered Mynock's Blood? Surely he doesn't mean the real thing then when the bartender gave him his drink the grey alien seemed to get upset and demanded real Mynock's blood. This galaxy has some weird people in it Sabertooth thought as he watched the alien take a swig of his drink and some of the closer people move away in revulsion.
"Excuse me, Mandalorian, but, what is that droid and the little grey alien?" Sabertooth leaned forward to ask the Mandalorian woman.

Arwyn was sitting back ignoring the Amaran's futile attempts to have even a smidgen of a conversation with the Twi'lek, when her thoughts were interrupted by the large Togorian.
He wants to know what that greyish alien and the droid are? He must be new. Well, I guess I could tell him, we do have a contract of alliance with the Togorians after all. Still, I hope he's not this clueless when it comes to tracking a bounty or defending himself Arwyn thought as annoyance crossed her nearly perfect features, why was it that she tended to find the most annoying people?

"The droid is some kind of custom made Assassin model and as for the little grey alien, I don't know and I could hardly care at the moment" Arwyn said a bit bluntly, she looked at the Togorian to see what he would do but all that happened was his snout took on a slight snarl and then he was impossible to read because of the plate over the majority of his face. She answered his questions and she didn't owe him anything, which was generous for a Mandalorian. Arwyn let out a breath and wondered how long it would be until her client showed, if he showed at all.
I hate waiting Arwyn thought bitterly as boredom set in for the second time Can't there be a seige on this place or a robbery somewhere or even something on the news besides stock tips?. Arwyn crossed her arms and leaned her head back against the back of the couch and looked at the ceiling. Waiting for something to happen.

Rogarr was a little dissapointed when the purple female Twi'lek, Fiona Zamari as he learned was her name just a few seconds ago, failed to responde to his compliment and question. Deciding nothing was going to happen in this little odd group he got up, and after asking if anyone in the group wanted something to drink, wandered over to the bar to get himself, and anyone else that'd accepted his offer, a drink. When he got over towards the bar he smiled brightly to the waitresses and finally to the barkeep when he got within distance.
Rogarr ordered the drinks and turned to the small grey alien and his droid, atleast he hoped the grey alien was a guy and said "So, where are you from my friend? can I get you another....what is that?" the liquid was almost solid and it didn't slosh like most of the cool liquids did, which told the Amaran that, whatever the drink was, it was warm.
Then it occurred to Rogarr that it might be something he'd rather not know about. Bracing for the worst Rogarr turned and looked at the small alien, waiting for his reply.

[Foxfire]

"So, where are you from my friend? Can I get you another....what is that?"

Cho was mid-sip when a furred fox like alien spoke to him. Using his bottom lip and teeth to suck the drink off of his upper lip, Cho said,...

That would be nice....if I was paying for this one.

Turning to the bar keep, Cho slowly pushed the force to the alien.
Using force persuasion Cho had the drink billed to an other person at the bar.

Seeing that you are....talketive. May I ask have you..have you seen a jawa with clean hands lately? He's a friend thats been missing for a while, and I heard he often comes here.

Saying this Cho leaned forward and subtly probed his mind to see if it would tell him the truth or lie to him. He hoped the alien would lie.

---Ryver/Taym was scanning the bar ignoring the conversation. Probing with their scanners into the darkest parts of the club. Ryver found the target hiding in a group playing sabac. Not wanting to interrupt Cho fascinating conversation, she went over to the jawa. Ryver's stalking walk, an imitation of Cho, looked to every one else as a sexy slinking walk. The players at the table were staring at them as she came near. The jawa had to turn for his back was toward them. Ryver stepped up beside the jawa. One of the players, a Zeltron, reached back and grabbed Ryver/Taym's upper thigh. With in an instant the sound of a crunching and cracking of his arm could be heard through out the club. The jawa force leaped on to the table and whipped out his light saber and activated the blood red blade.

--Cho Wroth--

Hearing the noise the turned back to the fox and said...

OOPS! Never mind my partner just found him. Oh..by the way have some peanuts.

Cho turned and tossed the last shuttle craft bag of peanuts he had. Going over to the agitated jawa, who was speaking ninety miles per-hour mainly curses and oaths, Cho flashed his hidden saber and powered up in the dark side power. Calming down the jawa walked over to a bit darker corner, scarring a human and his twi'lek slave girls way.

Now my little pain in my butt, where is my shuttle?

[Cirith An'Gol]

Rogarr felt relief flood him as a disturbance in the back drew everyone's attention, including the small grey aliens. Rogarr quickly ordered a Tarisian Ale for the female Madalorian, a water for the Cyborg Togorian, as he'd also learned a few short minutes ago, and another water for the lucious Fiona Zamari and a drink called something like "Sunset in Paradise" for himself, it was a Red and Orange liquid with something green at the bottom that came with a little pink umbrella like decoration. Rogarr hadn't paid attention to the name of the drink.

After a few seconds the drinks were placed on the table top and Rogarr flipped the barkeep a republic credit which amounted to about 5 dollars. Taking the drinks in hand he walked back over to the group and gave them their respective drinks.
"That guy is really weird, he doesn't look like any bounty hunter I've ever seen, and what's with the Dark Jedi Jawa?" Rogarr sipped at his drink which had a tangy sweet flavor to it and a real hard kick at the end that made him double over in a coughing fit "Smoothe! Really smoothe!" the Amaran said hoarsly.

Arwyn An'Gol was not impressed in the slightest with the Jawa's display, why he'd even bothered to get out of his chair was anyone's guess I should shoot them both right now, they're an insult to their own species. Ok, Arwyn, just calm down. Just because this put a cramp on my already ruined day doesn't mean I have to shoot up the place. Though, I'd certainly like to.[/color] Arwyn looked over briefly to see how the whole ordeal was turning out.
Does the Jawa really think he's fooling anybody? Why is trying to hide anyway? The fool just gave away his position by waving that stupid sword of his around! If he really was afraid why didn't the fool run for the doors?! Argh!
I should just shoot them. That'd take care of it all but, then I could never come back here, and I have to admit, this is a nice place, even though I can barely stand these Zeltronians[/color] Arwyn thougt as her hand reflexively moved to her E-11 Blaster Rifle. She'd seen all sorts of people of many species do stupid things but was by far the worst. Taking a swig of her Tarisian Ale she fumed a little more to herself before finishing the glass.
Tarisian Ale is supposed to have a good kick Arwyn looked at the empty contents of her glass and mourned it's loss I need something stronger.

Sabertooth watched the whole ordeal while glancing up briefly to take the water from the fox like alien.
It doesn't make any sense. Why would you knowingly give away your position if you knew you were being hunted by bounty hunters? and Why in all the nine hells isn't he chopping the little grey one from limb to limb? He's a Dark Jedi isn't he? He clearly had the advantage despite Sabertooth's mental attempts at trying to figure out the thinking of the Jawa he couldn't, his actions simply did not make any sense at all Surely if the Jawa was afraid of this alien he'd run for the doors, try to get some distance from the bounty hunter. Why did he just crawl into a dark corner? Argh! I should stop thinking about this and try and make some contacts here. Surely these other Mercenaries and Bounty Hunters are here for relaxation. I can't think of any other reason they'd travel to a pleasure planet. Unless they're meeting a future client like me.

Sabertooth drank his water and crouched a little, lining up his medium repeating blaster cannon with the Jawa and the grey alien as the target It'd be so easy to blow them away. This little Jawa insults force users with his actions and I will not have that. The mandalorian who trained me in the destructive arts of the force was once a Jedi Sabertooth gave the barrel a little spin just for fun as he tried to decide whether or not to blow them both away.
A few minutes later Sabertooth sat up straight having made up his mind, they just weren't worth it. Besides, this was a nice place, one of the nicest places he'd ever been and he'd like to be able to visit it again. Blowing them and the place up wouldn't allow that. Sighing heavily Sabertooth silently wished his client would arrive so they could begin their buissness.

Deciding nothing would improve their mood by watching the Jawa and the little grey alien Sabertooth decided to try and get a conversation going.
"Well, I'm here hoping to get a job from someone that's in need of my services. So, why are you all here? No offense, but I doubt the regular tourists dress like us. I also doubt they get many Mandalorians, Amarans or even Jedi" Sabertooth said looking directly at the Twi'lek Fiona Zamari.
"Am I right?"

[Hawke]

Fi was distracted by a sudden commotion in the club's spacious entryway. She was
probably missing bits and pieces of the conversation, but when someone starts
roughing people up in an establishment like this, things are bound start happening
- quickly. Either you're scary enough that no one objects and they pretend not to
notice, or the high-priced security moves in and politely asks you to leave. Talia
felt her temples start to itch as said security-force suddenly made themselves a lot
more visible. It was like watching a pack of vornskyr gearing up for the hunt. They
scout out the land, surround the prey... and then converge on their victim in a
blur of claws and teeth. Catching sight of a short alien and a woman she could
only guess was some kind of near-human, Fi pegged the newcomers as either very
brave, or very stupid. It would take either a small army or a highly specialized
squad of commandos to bring this place to its knees. These rich folk don't mess
around when it comes to their own personal safety...[/i]

Ignoring the urge to shake her head in disbelief, Fi turned back to the motley crew
of fellow mercenaries and whatnot. Had the Fox-man asked her something? She
couldn't quite remember, and in either case he was up at the bar now. She tried
to listen in as the Togorian adressed the Mandalorian woman and asked her
about something, but the music was simply too loud and Fiona was simply too
tired to call upon the Force. Small-talk was boring anyway.

[Foxfire]

Cho watched the grubby little jawa as it tried to explain that it was not his any longer but it was lost in the game he was playing. Cho informed Ryver/Taym to retrieve the ship. When Ryver had left Cho force choked the jawa till it past out. as he turned he punted the it into a darker corner of the cantina.

Ryver went over to the card table. Not talking just rescaned the table and the players. On the final sweep they found the documents for the ship, Dark Matter. Forcfully Ryver grabed the human scoundrel lifting him out of his seat and into the air.

Give us the title for our ship, Dark Matter. It was not his to sell, or we shall de-bone you here and now.

Fumbling in his pockets he found the title holo-card with Ryver/Taym's ID stamped on it. Handing it over to Ryver the human then asked to be let go. Ryver did but not in the way he suspected. Ryver tossed the human over the table and onto another.

Cho came up to Ryver/Taym and said....

Any problems?

Ryver scoffed and turned to leave once again setting off the droid alarms at the door. Cho shaking his head and laughing he simply followed. Making their way to the ship and their next mission.