[Cantina open role-play Tatooine]The Jackals gather

[Zane Hara]

"Hit me up later Jackals.....I have to go" Zane said before placing a comm link on the bar and walking out.

//my exit//

 

[Basark Blu]

"Fine! I assume you are the mastermind behind all this!" H continued to speak, speaking with obvious sarcasm. "As I am sure...You got an entire damn army of whatever you bastards call yourselves! So...y'all just do whatever the hell y'all want! I'ma just grab my whiskey and I'll be off." He headed over to the bar, swiping his whiskey bottle and slowly making his way to the door.

[member="Thraxis"]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Vual]

Duyuri places a his palm upon his fore head before letting out a sigh. It was obvious he is unimpressed by the event.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would walk over to the comm link, picking it up and placing it in his upmost trench pocket.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"Yeah I'll see- shoot him in the back of the leg." he'd say propping his gun on the back of his hand. "I won't 'ave some red bastard mock us, I've got a pride to keep, it may be cheap but talk is cheap. Or something." he'd rock back his finger coiling around the trigger, letting a single lazier fire. "That'll teach you red." (optional) he'd put away his gun if Basark Blue, doesn't react with hostility (optional)."We're the Jackals, not some moisture farmers who will take any insult."​

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[member="Basark Blu"]​

 

[Basark Blu]

He slowly came to a halt at the door. He pushed the door open, taking a swig from the whiskey bottle. "Oh yeah, I also forgot to say, I hope you meet one of them Zilo beasts..." He said, gesturing towards @Thraxis. "Damn you and the pathetic Jackals!" He shouted. He then stoped himself before exiting. He shouted in agony, stumbling back, ducking behind the bar, he removed his revolver.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would pull out his guns, aiming at the mans head, "Keep moving, your pride might be cheap, but is your life?" He would say, a grin growing over his face, as bloodlust had once again began to pump through his veins.

 

[Basark Blu]

He slowly pulled himself to his feet. He began to simply stare at the two men, shaking his head. He was holding his wound as he stumbled back towards the door. "You gon' finish the job, boy?" He asked, gritting his teeth in pain.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"We out number you red, keep on moving like Thraxis, said." he'd say moving his blastar along the ridge of his hand steading it. "Out the door and the bar keep won't 'ave to toss your dead ass outta 'ere."​

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[member="Basark Blu"]​

 

[Basark Blu]

He grinned. "Ah, don't worry. You'll see my again." With that he shuffled out the door.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Now, lets not be too hasty here, while I would love to kill ya, that done mean I ave t now do it?" He would look at him, the bloodlust beginning to peak, his finger beginning to twitch.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"It's over Thraxis, drinks on me. And by that the bar keep will donate." he'd say settling himself into a chair. "Ain't it good to be the top dogs."​

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[member="Thraxis"]​

 

[Vual]

Duyuri would take the moment to approach Flannigan from behind, his presence appearing by his ear as he whispers a question.

"What's the plan after this needless meeting?"

After questioning, he would take a single step back.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would speak up, "My plan extended to shooting that guy. My personal plan ended their and now as far as i'm concerned, we have done everything we needed to do, now we let him spread the word, bit of terror to the people and that will make getting donations much easier." Thraxis would then begin to look at the rest of the Jackals, wondering as to why they remain so very silent in the matters that have so far presented themselves.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"Well as our friend red said the spice smugglers are far more appealing than moisture farmers, Tatooine is the smuggling capital. We'll board the Asmodium, put out a distress signal and depending on the catch we'll board and take our rescuers." he'd say biting down on his cigar, clouds bubbling from his mouth in rings of smoke.​

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[member="Duyuri"]​

 

[Vual]

Duyuri shrugs lightly, his curiosity fed for the moment though it was clear that he felt the need to remain in the cantina was already gone since before the small event even happened.