A little Nameless bar on Coruscant

[Gaiseric Mosyne]

He was a simple man in a simple business, but as simple as it was, he could not master it. Each venture started bad and ended in the same way, without any room for hope or progression. No, as he drew closer to the bar, his aim was to supplement hope with warmth, and warmth to him was something that he could drink.

He was a limping, aching, stinking man that was as innocuous as he was poor, and he was quite poor. He was not completely without funds; however, he had aims to expend them all on a good time--or in the very least, a time that could help him forget his situation for a night.

Gaiseric kept his head down, a practice that came natural to him. He did not have hopes of drawing attention from anyone other than a barista, which he did with a wave of his hand as he straddled a random stool.

Though, from his peripheral he spotted one [member="James Justice"]. He happened to be someone that he wouldn't mind exchanging a few words with.

 

[Kaela Jaryn]

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Udrusa"]

This was not what she had been looking for. Kaela had come to the bar with the intention of unwinding and clearing her head in an informal environment. Yet now... Now she was caught between an argumenative, and, from what she could tell anyway, a Mandalorian Field Marshall clad head to toe in Beskar'gam. Internally she conceded that the Mandalorian was right - at this point in her career a fight with him in close quarters would be as lethal as a Jedi playing hide and seek on Korriban with a pack of Terentateks. He could wait. For now.

What couldn't wait, however, was the Sith Pureblood. She had shown Kaela that she had stolen from the archives of the academy, and such an act could not be tolerated. It was one thing to learn from the knowledge within the holocrons, but it was another entirely to remove them from their vaults - especially as it was forbidden for Acolytes to do so. No. This couldn't wait. But not would Kaela simply attack without warning. She was a Sith, but she was no coward. This would have to be dealt with head on.

"I suggest... No... Insist, that you return that to the academy archives. Immediately."

Her already regal tone took on a commanding air, and her mannerisms became much more akin to that of Darth Timoris, of whom she had been studying Makashi under. Indeed; this was a command. One interlaced with a plainly obvious threat of violence, for as she spoke, Kaela had placed her palm on the hilt of her lightsaber. What it boiled down to was simple: return the holocron or forfeit your life.

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Kaela Jaryn"]

With a small scowl, she shrugged to herself before standing up, making sure the holocron was well out of sight from anyone else. She did, however, take note of how the other woman would have immediately attacked her had she not done so. Not that she would have minded a good fight, anyway, but she would rather not deal with the consequences of thievery, and the woman's posture and hidden message was right: This could get her killed.

"I'll be back before too long, without anything that was 'borrowed. Don't go anywhere without me, yeah?"

And with that, the Pureblood had stood had and sauntered off towards the door, flipping a single credit chit to the bartender as she did so. When she stepped outside, she mounted her rented airspeeder and flew off towards the Academy, intent on righting her wrong, if only to save her own life.

 

[James Justice]

[member="Gaiseric Mosyne"]

James noticed the young and dingy fellow eyeing him from the other end of the bar. He had a heart for the destitute--partially becase he had been there before--partially because he couldn't stand to see people suffer. He grabbed his glass and sauntered over, billowing a thick cloud of smoke as he sat beside the man.

"His drinks on me," James said slapping the counter. He could think of no better way to celebrate his run than helping someone who was down on his luck. Helping in a real, tangible way they could feel. He looked at the man as he took a drink of his Reactor Core and leaned on the counter. "Name is Jusice--Captain James Justice. Who might ye be mate?"

 

[Gaiseric Mosyne]

"Appreciated. "

He offered the word of gratitude first, but quickly took to drinking. There was just one, a quick throwing back of something that he couldn't define. Then, he looked at James.

"It's nice to meet you, James," he said. "I'm Moss, or that's what they call me." He regarded all of the strange figures that came and went. "I came here because I thought the drinks would be cheap," he smiled. "What brings you here?"

[member="James Justice"]

 

[Thryykarr]

Thryk smiled at Zandra, now completely ignoring Mantis. The so-called Wolf's reputation was all well and good, but the Wookiee could think of a few places he could stick that, along with his threats. But that was an unpleasant line of thinking, and his old captain was not.

"I'm fine... I was just a little surprised about where I had to hike to come see you."

He managed to keep his fingers away from the hilt of his ryyk blades while that idiot man went growling about, trying to pick fights. He sighed as he sat down, and leaned his furry head on one of his arms.

"Is it usually this, uh... lively?"

[member='Zandra Tal'verda']

 

[James Justice]

James slapped the counter, ordering anther drink for his new friend, "Mate, ye came to the right place," he chuckled offering him a cigarette and letting out a stream of smoke form his own.

The spacer looked across the bar. Had he just seen his ex Sith lover walk out the door? He shook his head, it had to be someone else. He chuckled it off, blowing out a wreath of smoke, "I be a freighter making me way across the galaxy. I finished a supply run and decided to celebrate a moment afore I left," he grinned and took a drink of his Reactor Core, "ye a local, I assume?"

[member="Gaiseric Mosyne"]

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

Eventually, the Crimson Flower had returned to the bar, slumping down into her own little booth she had decided to claim. Idly, she took her lightsaber in hand, flipping it about as she studied it in mostly boredom. While she's doing so, she beckons a serving droid over, paying the machine a few credits in return for some decent wine to sip on. Looking around the bar, she sighed to herself.

Damn her...[member="Kaela Jaryn"] just couldn't let me have my fun, could she?

And there she went, mentally ranting at how she was unable to satisfy her need of Sith Holocrons. With another shrug, she glances over to [member="James Justice"], tossing him a wave as she looked back to her lightsaber. Oh, Udrusa was not a happy Sith, that's for damn sure...

 

[CT-8273 (Talon)]

At that moment a clone trooper walked into the bar and looked around. He was from the Coruscant Guard and served as a riot trooper. Maybe he was going to arrest someone. But no, he just took a seat in the back of the bar and took his helmet off. The trooper set his baton on the table and laid his shield against the wall. Talon was his name, and he was on his break at that time. Normally they wouldn't get drinks since they had to stay sober for the job. So instead the trooper dozed off and didn't make up for a while.

 

[Neiros Starwind]

As proud as he was pretty, the handsome rogue sauntered into that hole-in-the-wall on Coruscant. He'd heard that [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] had found herself a bar to run and own. He'd not seen her till she had -almost- hired him for a job, but that all fell apart, for reasons unknown to the poor devil. Long jacket trailing behind him, he moved almost like a predatory animal on the hunt, eyes ever moving from face to face, from hand to hand. He was checking for weapons, signs of aggression, and more importantly, wealth. Who could he swindle. Who could he cheat.

That smoking fellow by the bar, liquoring up his somewhat worse-for-wear looking friend([member="Gaiseric Mosyne"]).... he stood out somewhat as a possible mark. He'd never seen nor heard of [member="James Justice"] before, but he filed the mans face away for future reference, should paths cross at a later date than this day. He also took stock of the shapely Sith ladies ([member="Udrusa"], [member="Kaela Jaryn"]) in his presence. Not one to intentionally play with fire, given the fact that the average Sith's wrath flowed as erratically as waves crashing upon the shore, he'd never outright approach one in a worldly manner, though he would never refuse ones advances though. He's crazy, not stupid.

Then, there was the walking carpet (@Thryykarr). He seemed quite chummy with Zandra, so he'd make fething sure to avoid invoking hostilities from either. Then there was the armored trooper. Probably a clone, as a vast majority of the can-heads were. He never held too much stock in the average trooper, his own ships crew aside. They did have uses, and purposes, but as individuals, Neiros had no real use for them.

All these observations, these thoughts, and these opinions, dancing about that pretty head of his, occurred during the subtly cocky stroll to the bar. "Long time, no see." The Rogue seemed to purr this out, giving a slight smirk, and an almost friendly wink to Zandra.

If only those eyes didn't seem so damn cold.

 

[Kaela Jaryn]

[member="Udrusa"]

In the absence of her ad hoc companion, Kaela had managed to procure what appeared to be an alcoholic drink. Naturally it wasn't, but it most certainly looked the part. She paid little attention to the comings and goings of others in the bar, but eventually when Udrusa returned she made her way over to the booth, and wordlessly occupied a seat. Ordinarily Kaela would have asked to take a space, but she had given the Sith a command, and found that it had been obeyed without question - this happened rarely, if ever for Kaela, and a part of her wanted to see just how far she could push the boat, without resorting to physical conflict at least.

She gave the red skinned Sith a semi polite smile, but otherwise remained silent, sipping on her drink. The implication was simple. If Udrusa wanted to speak with Kaela, she would have to do so first - almost as if she was inferior, and Kaela was above such things as starting conversations...

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The threat rolled off of the Echani's shoulders like water off a banthas back. She'd had enough nonsense from any number of 'tough guys' to know when it was best to just ignore them and let them think they're much cooler than they actually are. She motioned for the Wookiee to take a seat at the bar and started pouring him a drink right away.

"This be my idea of 'settlin' down'," she explained sheepishly, setting a drink down in front of him, "Wouldnt'a pegged me as the respectable business owner type, wouldya?"

She grinned picking up a rag and a dirty glass to clean. Truth was, this bar was all she really had now, This bar and those grandbabies of hers. But life here was far more rewarding than Mandalore. Truth be told, she really hated that planet now.



[member="Thryykarr"]

 

[Excel_123]

It was noon when CT-504 walks into the bar . He put up the black robe He wore a little bit higher to concealed His armor . He was thankfull that He leave His helmet behind , it makes him harder to recognize wich is good. It's been a hectic month for the ARC Trooper . Now , His squad is in a little break from the next assignment .

So CT-504 walks to the nearest table and sat down . After a couple seconds of waiting , a waiter comes to pick up his order . He ordered a glass of wine , because He dont want to be drunk when He walked out of this bar .

While the Clone Trooper wait for His drink , He looked around for potential threat . Two tables in front of Him sat to men , the first one is a poor looking guy ( [member="Gaiseric Mosyne"] ) and the other one which is currently smoking , radiatess an air of confidence ( [member="James Justice"] ) . CT-504 consider both of them minimal threat for now

And then there were two Sith woman sitting in a booth far away from His table . He can't get a clear look on their appearance ( [member="Kaela Jaryn"] ) ( [member="Udrusa"] ) . The Clone Trooper tensed a little bit , but then He remembered that They were both enjoying Their time like He is . So He relaxed a little while keeping a vigilant eye .

Before CT-504 can finish His threat assessment , His wine finally came . With a Curt nod , He gave the waiter creds for the payment .