A Jaunt in the Shadows

[Ordo]

Cathar Business District
The Den Restaurant
[member="Xar "][member="Jaryn Rhane"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"]

The big man sat in a high end black business suit and wire framed corrective lenses as he checked his chrono. A glass of golden brown liquid sat in front of him as he watched the various people move around the restaurant. The smells of various foods gently teased the senses as the feline staff moved about serving the guest who had come to the upper middle class establishment on dates, both business and personal. He sat on the secind floor alone in the VIP section reserved for people who could afford to pay and usually well in advance.

"Can I get you anything Mr...?" the lithe Cathar woman said as she held her datapad ready to take down his information.

"Johnson, Mr. Johnson." the big man replied, "I'll waitfor the rest of my party to arrive, thank you Miss."

"Of course Mr. Johnson." she said before offering a bowand walking to her other tables down below.

 

[Commander Lusk]

[member="Ordo"]

Dressed in his full armor Rolland lived in it, it was all he knew and to be outside of it would be too alien for the man. So with that in full armor the man walked into the den, entering the establishment. There was a job here and ever since the fall of the galactic empire the man had been wandering on quests for revenge and different odd jobs working for hutt cartels and various criminal organizations. The once proud super soldier now just a fraction of what he once was. The job details said to meet the employer here in the VIP lounge for briefing and details on whatever it was they were supposed to be doing.

Making his way past the small crowd of people waiting to be seated no one really bothered to stop the seven foot three commando while he was on a mission. It didn't seem like his body language was hostile so they let him go without incident. Reaching the VIP area Rolland spotted the man in the black suit. It was clear he was the employer.

As Rolland stepped closer the skull painted to his helmet shined off some light and then everything came into picture. Him. Ordo, the husband to the Jedi queen who turned his brother against him. Rage boiled in Rolland and he glared at him from beneath his helmet. "You." He said in a calm tone trying to hide back the rage that dripped from the single word. Back then Rolland could hold himself in a fight with Ordo, he had fought him tumbling from the skies of coruscant as they fought to end each other's lives. That was then, this however was now. He wasn't even in the same league as Ordo, hell he didn't even hold a candle to the power that was before him. Biting his tongue Rolland unclenched his fist and calmed himself. "Project Czar Mark one serial number zero zero two designation Rolland at your service." He said announcing his whole tittle

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Entering the Den.

Jaryn had been contacted through a friend of a friend sort of thing. This Mr.Johnson wanted him for some sort of gig, heist thing. However, he was a little more casual than completely dressed up for a simple meeting, his sabers weren't visible and he had a pistol snugly placed in a holster at his waist and, his jacket was undone. Along the edges of the metal chest plate was a selection of magnetic buttons that you could easily detach with some applied force, however Jaryn may have walked casually and looked like a know it all kark, he wasn't. He was more than capable of handling himself and was likely more capable than anyone at this table. But of course, he didn't know any of them. So, he tried his hardest not to pre-judge. However, being speech-impaired meant he had to communicate mentally. -Afternoon gentlemen- Jaryn mentally probed as he flicked his fingers as a gesture of his use of telekinesis to pull a chair out for himself before throwing himself into it and putting his feet up on the table. -Seems some of are running a few minutes late, gotta hate that incompetence..- He turned his head to face who he assumed was his employer, he was at the opposite end of the table. Which, could be considered a gesture that he didn't give a kark about status and considered himself this man's equal. But, this behemoth was much physically large than he was. He'd have to careful if he ever got on his bad side.

However, now he would await the others. This man had caught Jaryn's interest. He'd at least hear out his offer.

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ryan]

Xar would enter the restaurant, slightly less clad as the others before him. He was keeping low profile and not wanting to attract much attention to himself as he made business arrangements. He was a walking armory with a plethora of weapons for all types of scenarios but today he was just wearing a old worn duster, a black grey undershirt, black trousers and old combat boots. He of course had a trusty DL 44 strapped to his right thigh and a assortment of blades about, but that was pretty much naked to what he wore in combat or other missions.

Xar is an overly large Firrerreon with Corellian heritage, standing at six feet eight inches and weight just under four hundred pounds. He was a walking mountain bread for war and chiseled by battle with many scars to hold testament too. More noticeable was the bionic left eye and left arm. Xar would clear the room nonchalantly towards the gathering of hired guns in the VIP section.

"I reckon I be in the right place?" The soldier of fortune would point out the obvious, seat himself in one of the open chairs studying his present company thoroughly.

[member="Jaryn Rhane"] [member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] [member="Ordo"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Jaryn gave the hulking man of steak a thumbs up. -Yup- He mentally poked the man with his reply, studying those around him. Ironman, steakman and kingpin over here. He gently ran across their minds telepathically and gathered up a little bit of dirt on them, nothing incriminating. But, just a few details he might find useful when they eventually tried to kill him. So far, he was the smallest of the pack.
Hopefully a midget would come along, then he'd feel slightly less emasculated.

@Xar
[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]
@Ordo

 

[RC 212]

Location: Entering the den
[member="Ordo"] @Xar

Lisa stalked in after Xar keeping her distance. He black hair was a mess and her gray and green armour plates shifted over one another in fluid silence as she approached. A silenced Slugthrower sniper was attached to her back. On the front of her combat harness hung grendaes, a DL-44 and two poisoned vibro daggers.

On her back was two lightsabers, green in color attached like parallel twins. Normally she was reclusive and would sneak in and watch from afar, but today she felt a little more ballsy than normal. Perhaps a side effect of her profuse drinking. She tapped Xar on the shoulder as she took a seat, lifting a drink off a nearby tray with the force and summoning it to her.

"You gonna pay for that?" The server said.

"Get lost asshat, or I'll plug ya with a slug."

The server scurried off and she smiled venomously, looking at Xar in particular.

"I never miss a corellian when I see one. "

She glanced back over to Ordo, whom had put the call across the merc channels for a job.

"Ears 'r open. Watchya got?"

 

[Ordo]

[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] [member="Jaryn Rhane"] [member="Xar"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"]

Mr. Johnson looked up at the Czar his face a mask of calm. He was about the only one who would recognize him without his armor that made him a liability, but an acceptable one.

"Rolland." he said calmly, "I wad afraid you were dead. Glad I was wrong."

He meant it, odd as that was, he had a respect for the soldier, a kind of mutual hate that said 'if anyone kills you other than me they're next' but this was business and he didn't mix business and pleasure. Next entered an unknown, forcer obviously but not one he was familiar with. Johnson tapped the table and made mental notes about hyperspace routes to keep surface thoughts busy, an old trick he picked up during the wars against forcies.

The next that came in was a fellow soldier, an animal like himself, like Rolland, Monsters who only needed a reason to switch from calm to killer. The cybereye and limb said he had either lost them or given them up for that edge every Merc looked for. Johnson nodded to the man and motioned to the seat near the big tough.

"Have a seat please."

Finally a female arrived. Out of all of them she was the least subtle. The man reached for his comlink and calmly hit a small button to signal a cleaner would be needed to wrap up loose ends after this to make sure no one would be talking about the meeting afterwards. His teams knew how to handle the matter. He smiled and made a motion to the server to indicate it was on his tab.

"Drinks anyone?" he asked as he placed his big hands on the table in front of himself. "I'm expecting a few others so feel free to order food and drinks on my clients credit."

 

[Kraigmiir Hijiin]

Finding a suit in size XXXL can be quite hard. But living as a Null means knowing where to find a decent outfit at a semi-decent price. Emphasis on the word 'semi'. It was, of course, fully possible. Even for the tallest brand of Nulls. With a little effort, along with the scattering of a few credits, Kraigmiir Hijiin was able to procure a fine piece of clothing. Luckily for her this job seemed to promise even more money than she spent on the clothes. Just in case she decided to keep herself as clean as possible. With that in mind she quietly entered the VIP area. ID was required, and a (false) ID was shown. Some of the patrons didn't like the idea of sharing a dining space with a nine feet tall, red-eyed Null. A polite, charming smile made them reconsider. She seemed... nice enough.

"Mr. Johnson, I presume?" She asked, making her way to the small group forming. The way she spoke made it clear Basic wasn't her first language. It might as well be her third. However heavy her accent was, others would still find her understandable.

To some degree.

[member="Ordo"], @CZ M1 002, [member="Jaryn Rhane"], [member="Xar"], [member="Lisa Ticon"], [member="Noah Corek"]​

 

[Commander Lusk]

[member="Ordo"]

"I'd rather stand thank you." Rolland ached underneath his suit, he ached to wrap a hand around Ordo's throat then crush his throat within his own grasp. Oh the two had history alright, ranging back to the war between the fringe and the republic. Rolland had almost killed Ordo in battle, and vice versa on coruscant. This entire situation was not good, it was far from good. But there was a promise of a job and money to be made, and since the hutt cartel had died out Rolland had no line of work besides training storm trooper recruits. It was hardly a job for someone in his line of work. It had been months since he had killed something and it was starting to show as he looked down the barrel of a gun that was Ordo.

Underneath Rolland's helmet he shot Ordo a glare of pure malice and hatred that silently said nothing but the purest want of his blood spattered over the walls of this den. "I'm glad you aren't dead either, how is she by the way? I do hope she's nice and healthy." Rolland said not divulging any information about his employer. He wasn't stupid, he wasn't going to pick a fight with the former dark lord. At least not here, not like this. He knew that he was now a liability and the more he kept his mouth shut about that the better. The longer he would live to plan his vengeance against her and Ordo for the life of his brother.

So Rolland stood there, no weapons on him besides an alchemized knife. He didn't feel walking around like a armory would be needed.

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Ordo"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Jaryn Rhane"] [member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] [member="Xar"] [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"]
Noah sighed as he walked into the restruant. He had been waiting for this oppurtunity for a while, ever since it came to the attention that Circe Savan had escaped and was still alive, the Protectorate had renewed the bounty on her, though not publicly, preferring to give the bounty out as a incentive for their soldiers. Noah was dressed like he normally was, Omega Pyre fatigues, his colonel ranks on the velcro patches on his jacket shoulders. The only weapons, that could be seen, on his person was a Corek Custom Revolver in his hip holster, one of his custom trench knifes in a sheath next to it and a HK-45 Heavy Blaster Pistol in a shoulder holster. Walking into the VIP area, Noah quickly swiped a tumbler full of whiskey from a passing servers tray and kept walking. Finally seeing the table, Noah walked up and grabbed a chair, turning it and sat backwards, taking a gulp of the whiskey. "I'm guessing this is the crew that's hitting Savan."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ordo"] @Jaryn Rhane @Rolland CZ M1 002 @Xar [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"]

Lisa's eyebrows perked up as she heard Circes name. No one had travelled the underbelly of the galaxy and not come across the mention of the woman. It seemed her tendrils went deep and the savage beast within Lisa stirred. It had been some time since she had a good fight or a satisfying headshot.

She was a creature of carnage and destruction.

"As in Circe Savan? I'd like to roast her alright. Cost a few associates of mine a lot of credits and time."

 

[Ryan]

" I aint one to turn down free drink or grub" The large firrerreo replied to Ordo's offer. A soldier should eat whenever and wherever he could. A person that chooses a lifestyle of violence and bloodletting never knew when such a time would be their last meal or not. Plus he was just a big garbage can that seemed to never be quenched of hunger or thirst of spirits. Xar raised his hand so to catch the waitress's attention, the very one that Lisa had dismissed in poor manner.

"Hey Sweetheart!" He would smooth past her uneasiness to be back at this table " I will take a nerf steak and bottle of your corellian spiced ale on.... oh and maybe some of your crab dip aswell." Xar hesitated, thinking hard if he wanted more "Yeah, lets make that my order sweetheart. That will make for a good appetizer"

He would give the waitress a flirtatious smile and a wink with his good eye. His attention would fall back on to [member="Lisa Ticon"] "Lesson I learned ages ago, always treat those that serve your food with your best manners. You never know what extra's you make get upon delivery."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Xar"]

Lisa snickered at the mans reply. She was too much of a paranoid freak to ever consider eating food that she hadn't prepared her self. Years of using poisons had taught her that anything not prepared in sight was a no go situation. As for the drink she had stolen, it was a fifty fifty shot, but she took it and so far she was still here.

"You might get extras regardless, depending on who wants your head. I'll have to decline free food and drink this time."

After a brutal murder of a rival swoop gangs leaders on the lower levels of Coruscant she was sure some of them were more than interested in the prospect of payback...

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Jaryn sat in silence and got as comfortable as possibly as he was surrounded by hulking large soldiers. He waved and greeted each with a small nod and watched them all cautiously, he could feel the hate between [member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] and [member="Ordo"] like a drunk with really bad breath hovering over him. Least to say, it didn't smell good. Something was brewing between the two of them, and Jaryn didn't intend on being under this Mr. Johnston's thumb long enough to discover the unpleasantness of getting stuck in between a pissing match between the two.

Three more had joined the group; [member="Noah Corek"], [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"] and a Lisa Ticon. Two of which he had never seen before, Noah Corek? He had met this man once before, not directly but he had been in the same room as him once before. The man was infamous for, oh heck. He wasn't going to pretend to care, he just recognized the face. The other two however he had never seen before, but they did take up a large space. Jaryn didn't over but simply raised his hand and as a server walked by he elevated the cup and slowly brought it to his grasp. He removed his helmet, revealing his scruffy exterior. He gave this [member="Lisa Ticon"] a smirk and a wink and looked off into the distance as he drank from his glass.

Spoiler

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jaryn Rhane"]

Lisa felt Jaryns stare and shifted inwards towards him leaning over the table and giving him a dead set glare with her green eyes. She could feel the man was also a force user and projected herself onto him in the force, trying to gain access to his head. The intent was not malicious, only a test to see how well he would fare under pressure.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Jaryn was a master of telepathy and therefore, only entertained [member="Lisa Ticon"] by allowing her visage of what he wanted her to see, that being a fond memory of himself alone cutting down several sith knights in a 1 on six engagement, Jaryn applied the use of the force and was incredibly acrobatic in his fighting.

Sweat dripped from Jaryn's brow as his mind flashed back to said fight. Both red and blue blades active as a sea of six red blades surrounded him, he was the first to attack. Using the force to slam forward into one of his unsuspecting opponents before when merely inches away from his attackers blade did he leap up and over his attacked and take the unsuspecting sith's head clean off. Then, upon landing he unleashed a wave of force telekinetic energy into the two sith adjacent to the currently toppling body, one of which was able to defend the semi-powerful strike and the other had an unlucky landing as he fell from the railway and was smacked by a passing train and his body was sent flying in bits in several directions, the other three began to move forward as a group. -Smart- Jaryn thought to himself before placing both of his sabers on either side of his belt and taking a few steps backwards before taking a offensive stance and pushing forward, throwing a strong and small telekinetic push to one of three sith's legs. Which, in turn caused him to trip up and his blade to fall from his hands, Jaryn lifted the blade telekinetically and cut through the middle man and used the floating blade to put one of the left to become defensive, where as the sith he had pushed previously was now charging at him from the air. Jaryn used his powers of telekinesis to lift the tripped up sith by the throat and throw him into his flying opponent like a missile, whilst also snapping his neck so his body flew limp into the opponent causing further damage. Then, one of the last remaining sith whom had been struggling against the floating blade pushed back the blade and began moving towards Jaryn. He was now alone, he'd be easy. Jaryn dropped the blade and relied on his physical abilities, this sith scum swinged for him and Jaryn almost effortlessly slid over his attack and delivered a lethal kick to the throat which sent the man staggering backwards, Jaryn then proceeded to augment his hands with speed and strength as he delivered fast and direct punches directly towards the man's organs. He fell, and gurgled on the blood in his throat before dying.

The last two, were only now returning to his feet. Jaryn almost smiled under his helmet and began to walk towa....-

This was when Jaryn pulled back and closed his thoughts off from Lisa, he slid forward slightly until they were almost face to face. They looked like they were about to kiss, Jaryn gingerly looked her up and down before passing a mental message to her. -Want to guess what happens next? Do not, kark with me princess- He then allowed a small look of satisfaction to creep across his features before he slid back comfortably into his chair and finished his drink, then looked to @Ordo. Waiting for orders.

[member="Xar"]
[member="Noah Corek"]
[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]
[member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"]

 

[Riggs]

Anger. Rage. Pain. Loss. The emotions warred within the man as he walked along the sidewalk toward his goal. His order was gone, destroyed by a yet unidentified sith faction. Masters, knights, and padawans had fallen in the attack. He knew of none that had survived. He was off planet when it occurred and he had felt the echo of death in the force.

So he had returned to the order's temple in all haste to find it destroyed. Dead littered the ground and what had once stood a temple was now slag, a pool of melted metal and cracked stone. His order wiped out and he unaware of just who was responsible. None lived in the graveyard. No trace of his brother, recently discovered among the order, nor of his love. Both were assumed lost.

He paused at the door of the restaurant as he focused his emotions and tamped them down. He was a jedi knight of a dead order, former gladiatorial slave, adopted son of a mandalorian sith lord and above all else he was a man. He would control himself. With his focus once again within his grasp he pushed through and entered.

He had heard of a man looking for mercs. It had come over his old network when he served his father as assassin and hunter. Since he had no leads at the moment he had decided to answer the call to arms. A job. Maybe he would learn something that would help him with his vengeance. And maybe he would merely find work.

After all a man had to stay busy.

He wore his deceased father's armor under his dark green cloak. Three lightsaber hilts were tucked into his belt. Approaching the table he felt the swirling vortex of the force surrounding several of those gathered. The others radiated menace and danger. He allowed a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth as he sat and glanced around. "Still hiring?"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jaryn Rhane"]

Lisa let out a maniacal laugh, darkness emanating from her soul. The memory was pleasing to her. A show of power and zeal and she had a fond place in her heart for blood and gore. She was an evil soul, whom loved chaos.

I'm not even a damn princess buddy. She shot telepathically back before leaning back to sip her own drink...

 

[Ryan]

Seemed to be a interesting gathering of strange folk of all walks of life. Xar reached into his pocket and grabbed a cigar and tip cutter that he used to make quick work on the cigar to pre prep it for light. The brute then pulled ancient firestarter known as matches from his other pocket and with a stroke he had flame. He leaned in, cigar in mouth with the tip touching the flame. With a few quick puffs he had the Cigar fully lit and with a quick flip of the wrist he had the match out and tossed to the floor.

He looked up watching two of mercenaries play a game of stare hump or who can contemplate life with a constipated expression. Either way it was passing the time till his food and drink would arrive. Well, that was exactly the same time Bjork arrived so that was a good omen as he arrived the very same time his two favorite things in the galaxy showed up. There was a third favorite thing but from the looks of the crowd it seemed that sort of pleasure would not be taking place with any of em.

"You'uns!" He pointed his cigar at [member="Lisa Ticon"] and [member="Jaryn Rhane"] " Fixin to eye frak each other or get a room and get her proper done and right?"

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Jaryn sat back in his chair, and gave [member="Xar"] a humored look. But he remained silent as he awaited [member="Ordo"]'s direction and of course, what exactly he'd get payed if the job was done to completion, Jaryn was hardly a known face and hadn't previously made an attempt to be come well known. But, he assumed working with this man would be a good starting point.

Jaryn made himself very comfortable and used telekinesis to motion a drink towards Mr. Johnston, -I'm not going to sit here everyday, let's talk this over already- Then, he took a sip from his own glass and looked about the room.