Shady characters and hard liquor ((open))

[TJ]

The Cantina was pretty quiet for what time it was. Happy hour had officially started about a half an hour ago but the building remained mostly empty. Delmon chose this kind of place to look for allies that might help him in his cause. Unfortunately no one had seemed able or willing to join him. You had to choose carefully who to talk to as there was republic soldiers everywhere. The fact of the matter was, everyone Delmon tried to recruit either turned him down or ignored him all together. He sighed as he leaned back in the booth he was sitting in. The dark amber liquid in his glass sloshing softly with the motion.

[Kiriin Radd]

The atmosphere of this dive was dead as the gnats that flitted too close to a bantha's stubby tail. The lone Mandalorian sidled in the dim lit cantina and scanned the room noting any potential threats, of course most cantinas nowadays always had threats. Done with his scan he made a B-line for a corner table that had a view of the entire room, including the door. His hunter's instinct taking over to provide the best opted approach incase of an attack. Upon hunkering down in his seat and ordering a mug of the local brew sat patiently and alert as he mulled over his thoughts.

[TJ]

Delmon watched as a mandalorian walked in. He had the aura of a hunter about him. A predator that always checked his back. 'Perfect' Delmon thought to himself as he watched the warrior sit down at the bar. He had to contemplate whether to approach the hunter as he didn't want to start another fight. Just simply walking up to people like this particular warrior often lead to a battle. Deciding that a fight was probably the least of his worries, he stood and walked over to the bar, dropping the helmet on the table sharply before sitting down.

He looked down at the bar and his drink infront of him. Not looking at the warrior next to him to try to try to dissuade the suspicion. " Might I ask what a warrior such as yourself is doing in a hole in wall such as this?" he said as he swirled his drink in its glass.

[Kiriin Radd]

The stonewalled face man slowly turned his helmeted head towards the man he saw approach his position. His instincts were screaming to pull his sidearm but years of rigorous training and discipline halted him. He stayed facing the way he was sitting.

That is my own business and no one elses. If you will please leave me be things won't get sticky.

He turned his head back to looking down into his brew contemplating whether or not he was interested in the watered down dewback urine. He dared not remove his helm. He set his internal scanners to monitor the other man's heart rate and activated the stress analyzer.

[TJ]

' Blunt and hostile.' Delmon thought to himself. He had half expected such a response, but he felt overly persistent that day so he decided to push just a little more. He stopped swirling his drink and set it next to his helmet. Turing his head to actually face the fellow mandalorian.

" Are you threatening me vod?"Not waiting for a reply." I'm not surprised actually, it seems like less and less mandalorians are willing to fight for whats right anymore. It seems like where all being turned into scared pups by the republic forces that control our culture. Its unbearably shameful if you ask me." Delmon had always been good at playing the guilt card, and he often used it when trying for new accomplices in his goals. he tried for mock anger, but inside he was still calm and collected.

[Kiriin Radd]

The gall this one had and the ignorance to boot with it. This irritating nuisance was just as worthless as the rest of those out there that claimed to be mando'ade. Radd quietly put both palms on either side of his untouched drink and having palmed payment for the brew pushed himself up and away from the bar turning his back on the wannabe mandolorian and solemnly walked towards the exit. He kept his heads up display reticle targeted on this individual.

You're not worth my time or attention. Find some other di'kut to do your bidding silvertongue. You sound just like the Republic and prolly no better. He said as he left the dive without turning back towards the man.

[TJ]

Delmon shot up from his chair from the last statement. The mock anger had vanished and was replaced with the real thing. Usually he could shrug off insults, but this one had hit home, his honor was insulted and aimed to do something about it.

" How dare you associate me with such dishonorable pigs! If anything it is your honor that should be brought into question! One who leaves his people to be assimilated is truly a aruetii!" He yelled after the mandalorian. As he seethed he picked up his helmet and put it on, its systems quickly kicking to life. Without knowing it he had his combat knife in his hand. He probably wasn't going to use it, it was just a habit of being around hostile characters most of his life. He was going to put it back into the sheath on his shoulder pad, but decided to keep it out.

[Kiriin Radd]

The veteran hunter stepped through the doorway and out into the night ignoring the di'kut's failed attempt to insult him. Questionable honor was it?? Is that what they call it these days, he thought to himself. He had bigger fish to fry and better things to attend to. This pup wasn't worth the time nor money. He called up his ship's systems and started the warm up system while he strolled towards the nearby starport. He had noticed the reaction and the drawn weapon, but he knew not to bring a knife, no matter how deadly the person behind it was, to a blaster fight.

Mando'ade these days. Always worried about going out in a blaze of glory. All about their perspective of honor. They're just oversized children still hanging onto their mother's dress hem. He muttered to himself.

[TJ]

After regaining his composure, Delmon paid the bar tender a little extra to keep quite about the little upset. He quickly left the cantina, making a mental note not to go there looking for allies for a while. He was still angry by the remark of that mandalorian, he planned on confronting him a little later down the road. The only lead as to where his target was headed was the direction he went, Delmon had no idea how long he would be staying on Mandalore or if he even lived on the planet. So he ran through several alley ways to try and get ahead. He soon realized that he was heading to the main spaceport of the area. He then surmised that his target was indeed leaving the planet. He decided that he would skip trying to confront the mandalorian in the street, and instead just go to the spaceport and do it there.
Of course he had no idea what ship belonged to the target, but all he had to do was wait around the entrance of the spaceport and follow him in. The was always the chance that the mandalorian had beaten Delmon to the space port, but he had ran the whole way. So he figured he had gotten there first. He sat down at a cafe of sorts across the street from the main entrance of the space port. Keeping close to a large group of people to stay hidden as he waited.

[Kiriin Radd]

It didn't take long for Radd to get back to the starport. His diagnostics on his ship read that she was all green and ready to burn atmosphere. He kept mentally shaking his head as all his contacts here came up dry with information to what the largr groups of mando'ade were up to lately. It had been awhile since he had been home last. He didn't want to think about that day either come to think of it.

He was lost in his thoughts of where to head to next as he passed through the entrance to the starport cutting rudely through a large group of people. If it hadn't been for his HUD chirping at him about a possible threat he would have not noticed the man who had attempted to insult him in the dive. He was made of far harder material than that. He continued on to his ship blink commanding the auto defenses as he approach. The drop down defense cannons would pop down if anyone else but him tried to get within three meters of the boarding ramp.

He pounded up the ramp at a trot and popping the seal on his helmet set in on the hologame table and plopped down on the couch that curved around it, propping his booted feet up on the table next to his helm. He grabbed hold of a portable display screen and sat watching and waiting for the other man to follow him for another confrontation.

[TJ]

Delmon watched as his target walked into the star port, seemingly oblivious to being hunted. Delmon stood up and casually walked after him. He entered a large room with many personal and commercial ships, some prepping for take off, while others sat dormant. ' It cant be that easy, no mando'ade would simply waltz onto their ship and not put some sort of defense up behind them.' Delmon thought to himself as he scanned the rows of star ships. Even Delmon locked his ship and set up offensive measures after entering no matter where he was at. The ship that stood out to him was the one that had its defense canons twitching to any movement that neared the ship.

" Haar'chak! He knew I was following him." Delmon said to himself as he watched the cannons twitch menacingly. Picking up a small service droid off the ground, he quickly threw it at the ship. Once it got a certain distance from the ship, the cannons shot to life and quickly disintegrated the small droid as it flew through the air. His theory of the turrets being motion sensitive had been correct and now he had a rough distance to go before they opened fire on him. ' Maybe a EMP grenade will short their circuits long enough for me to get under them.' he thought to himself. It was one of his only shot, so he pulled out an EMP grenade and primed it, throwing it at the ship harder and faster than the service droid.

[Kiriin Radd]

The warrior smirked as he watched the cleverness of this mando'ade and touched an icon in the lower left of the screen as he watched the man pull and prime what could be no other than and ion grenade. At this command the turrets powered and smoothly, but quickly ascended back into their housing as the grenade bounced once upon the duracrete deck and ignite in the usual flash of blue electronic sphere of its kind and harmlessly off his ship's hull. Of couse the elecronics in the boarding ramp itself were currently offline due to the explosive, but he shrugged it off and slid his feet of the table. Sliding around the table to face the gangplank he undid the catch on his holster and set his pistol to stun.

Having done this he rapidly tapped a few keys on the display and sent out an old mando'ade clear sign with the lights on the underhull. It was an old code, but if the man had half a brain as a mando'ade he would recognize it as a message to come aboard. His quietly slid the pistol from its holster and kept it aimed in the direction of the ramp, waiting patiently and calmly with a mask of a face that belied nothing. It was the predator's gaze as he watched his prey.

[TJ]

Delmon was slightly stunned by the reaction he got from the grenade. He had expected the turrets to open fire on the flying orb and a fire fight ensuing shortly after. What happened after that was even more shocking. Lights on the hull of the ship began to strobe, the pattern seemed familiar. It took him a moment to realize what it was, the realization was like a smack to the head. It was a mando'ade code his father taught him when he was a child. He hadn't used it in such a long him, that his mind had fogged over for a moment. " Haar'chak! he knew i was following him!" he said after the thoughts process made its course.


It didn't make sense to him. Why would he let him on board his ship. A personal ship was a very special place for a nomad mandalorian. Just letting someone on was a strange move. Delmon upholstered one of his many hold out blasters. He wasn't going to just walk into a trap, so he didn't walk straight up to the ramp. Instead he lobbed a smoke grenade up the ramp, sprinting after it. As he reached the top of the ramp he rolled and kept below the smoke, keeping the gun up and ready to fire.

[Kiriin Radd]

Radd tensed as he heard the all too familiar clanking of a grenade rolling up his ramp and coming to a rest against the bulkhead. When the smoke started pouring from it he chuckled as he heard the booted feet stomping up the ramp in its wake. He still did not drop his guard, but this mando'ade sure did provide him with some form of entertainment.

You amuse me vod, greatly. I mean that as a compliment so don't go getting hotheaded on me again or I'll drop you like a rock. Ah, but he can't see me, you think. You are louder than a gnat in the middle of a jungle full of life. Now you have a choice, we can either sit down and talk civilly or we can do this the hard way. Which will result in you waking up with a pounding headache in my brig.

Don't forget that although you have your smoke you are the one at a disadvantage on unfamiliar turf. Please come sit and amuse me some more vod. It has been too long since I've conversed with a fellow warrior.

[TJ]

Delmon stopped for a moment, keeping his blaster pointed forward. He could clearly see the other mandalorian through his helmets visor, a bright red and white figure stood only a couple feet away. The mandalorians words slightly flares Delmon's anger again. ' Arrogance must be his strong suit.' he thought to himself as he stood still. He didn't want to accidentally hurt this guy, he did still want to make him an eventual ally. Fighting was what he really wanted to do, but he knew it would probably end badly for both of them.

He lowered his blaster. " Fine, Ill listen to what you have to say vod." Delmon said as he holstered his blaster. " But don't think I'm doing it because of that threat of yours. Id like you to be conscious when I tell you my proposition."