Coruscant Cantina: The Velcro Light (Open RP)

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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As you enter the cantina sineway vapours slide up and out of the grates of the floor, forming a cloud of semi-translucent steam. Your nose flair and the acrid smell of foreign cuisine is present in your nose, the low heavy hum of machinery resonates deep within the bowels of the cantina.

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Taking shape a slender cylindrical mass of durasteel and the odd wire. like molten lead, the shape shifted, seemingly at random, taking either an organic form or geometric angles. "We'll be making a move against the underworld, I want a slice of business here in Coruscant." his voice gravely and filled with the dissolution of machine produced sound, its pointed bulbs for fingers rounding on a small piece of paper making sudden gestures towards the surrounding men near by. Training your eyes you could tell that they were The Jackals.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan would be standing behind, a Raven Gauss Rifle would hang by his side. He wore a long brown trench coat, which wrapped itself tightly around some armor. Under the jacket, one would notice a DL-18 hanging off the right side of his waist. The words "Sunshine" could be seen inscribed on the side of the handle. One of the most prominent things about this Duro, was the scars and burns going along his right cheek and up the side of his head. "I'll grab us a booth."
With a fast stride, Cadan would approach a corner booth which could watch the comings and goings of the room. Seeing the people in the booth, Cadan would draw the DL-18 from its holster and slam it onto the table. His eyes scanning over the people who sat there. "You've got five seconds to leave my booth. Don't bother taking your drinks." He'd say with a cold voice.

The group around the table, upon seeing the weapon, would hurry and leave the table bumping into people and patrons as they went.

"Boss I got us a table!" Cadan would shout across the room.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

So farm his vacation to Coruscant had been a disaster. Most likely due to the fact that he was apart of the Galactic Republic and the One Sith now owned the planet. The only way Jaccer would stand a chance of surviving for long would be on the lower levels of the city, so that's what he did. Unfortunately, the amount of activities down there were sparse, unless you liked drinking yourself to oblivion. So that's where he was. A cantina surrounded by the people his was striving to remove from the Galaxy; criminals and murderers.

The night had been uneventful so far. But it seemed that would change shortly. A disturbance in the peace of the cantina could be heard coming from the back corner, this spike the soldiers curiosity. He causing the commotion had a Guass Rifle on a sling by his side. A Raven. It was strange, considering their recent conflict with the Sith. Maybe he was something else, either way, he was still a red and dangerous.

Jaccer would keep a trained eye on the pair as they sat at their booth and if another situation arose, he may have to intervene and stop them.


[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"Very good." he'd pause the expansion and deconstruction of his chest cavity letting out a soft 'squeak'. "Thraxis, clear the surrounding tables I do not wish to be disturbed." The 'pop' and creak of pistons run through the upper length and to the lower lower tips of his finger's tightening in a clamped grip. The head would pivot on its core, the surreal and disjointed position that no purely organic being could accomplish, fixing everyone in the bar with a glassy look before confronting Cadan. "We sit, it has been too long since we've sat down. I've been reminded that not all have lost my taste for drinks."

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]​

 

[Thraxis]

"Understood Captain." he would say, quickly moving with confidence he would begin to "persuade" the people on the surrounding tables, making sure that there was no people with in earshot. Once he would be finished he would go to the Barkeep getting his own drink, making sure it is off better quality than whatever swill that his captain was served.

 

[Alexander Varr]

The young hooded boy sat at a nearby table. His hood covered the glowing yellow eyes and he had his lightsaber hidden. He was staring at the group as they cleared out the cantina. "Interesting..." He muttered to himself. He had been hanging around in the underworld of Coruscant to continue his search for the thugs that murdered his parents. He smirked a bit and scooted closer to their table to listen in on the conversation that was so important that the room needed clearing.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

"So Cap'n I found a really nice Twi'lek the other night. We 'connected' on multiple levels." He'd say with a smirk on his face. "And it didn't even put a dint in our credits." Cadan would take a sip from the odd coloured drink in front of him. The distaste showing in his face. "Serve better stuff at the Sticky Chandelier they do."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Jaccer didn't want any trouble. It was his one of his few days off, but it seemed like these criminals wouldn't make this easy on him. As he was apparently on a tables to near to what seemed to be the crime boss, one of the thugs had asked him to move away. The soldiers only response to this was two words, "Kark off." Unlike the other patrons, Jaccer was completely sober and ready for any combat if it were to happen. He could only hope that what he said would not start a bar brawl, he was in no mood for that whatsoever.


[member="Thraxis"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

The human replica droid had also been sitting in the Underworld cantina interviewing a potential client for Rumor, Wolf & Funk, a Nar Shaddaa law firm and her employer. Since Chief Counsel Max Rumor was close to opening a Coruscant branch he hired Morgan Redeaux to scout out a few sample cases to defend. Petty crimes like robbery and slave trafficking were difficult to convict in the Underworld due to how corrupt the court system was but the Sakiyan in front of her had killed a string of dancers and companions in Slum District G7. And as distasteful as that was, especially because she also worked as a companion in order to keep up with the rent on her small Coruscant studio loft, business was business and her boss favored big, splashy cases like this one. The more scandalous the better, it seemed.

A noise behind her distracted the female droid and she turned around to see one of the patrons asking humans and aliens to move to other tables. The Sakiyan narrowed his eyes and began to rise from his chair but Morgan put a hand on his arm and said, “Stay under the radar, Themo. Mr. Rumor can’t defend you if you’re dead, right?” She withdrew her hand and drummed her fingers on the table, calculating.

Her head turned to look at the thug who was re-arranging the bar seating and as her eyes flicked over him, her android brain began quickly computing the reactions of those who sat nearby as well as filing away all of the exits in the cantina in case she and Themo needed to make a quick getaway.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan would hear the man and his light threat towards Thraxis. He'd get up and make his way towards the table that Jaccer was sitting at. "I believe you were asked to leave." He'd say as his hand hung by his DL-18 ready to draw it.

As Cadan stare at him, he assesed the man. He looked like a man who had been in many fights, he could be a challenge, Cadan thought to himself. As Cadan stare the man down, he begin to speak again. "Now boy, either leave this table while your still whole, or I make you leave with some holes in you." A smile would creep over his face as he eyed the man. Cadan knew that this man would take the second option.

[member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus took a deep breath before slinging open the door to the cantina. As he entered he couldn't help but crinkle his nose at the lower level smell.
He was clad in the usual stormtrooper armor, an E11 strapped to him. Behind him strolled a pair of stormtroopers, apparently cracking jokes at each other.

Cylus hated Coruscant, but he'd had to come to sign some legal documents over his old home, verifying stuff, honestly he'd barely read the paper.
And then he bumped into these two...they had just finished patrol duty and upon seeing Cylus had invited him to a drink.
Cylus could care less for their company except that they provided protection and he hadn't had a decent drink in a long while.

When he popped open the door and noticed some low life punks screwing around with weaponry he just shook his head. It would literally take one call and about four minutes and those punks would be in custody.

But...Cylus really wanted that drink, and so he picked a table right behind the man being harassed [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] and the heckler [member="Cadan Tazi"]. Keeping them in sight as he ordered a Corellian ale. His 'buddies' took seats right next to him.

 

[CrypticNoodle]

Fiar Walks into the cantina scanning the area for his Colleagues, upon finding them he signals the bar keep for his usual blue milk and sits with the other jackals presenting their symbol on his chest. It was with his long slender leathery finger's running the length of hair that covered his chin, twining the thing into a twine of hair.

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Great. It looked like these men did want trouble. Luckily for Jaccer, his job was to deal with trouble, albeit it was on a much larger scale than this. He took one last gulp from his glass and stood to face the man eye to eye. Amidst the ruffling of his close as he stood, Jaccer slipped a combat knife from his po let into his sleeve. It was concealed well enough and he doubted that his opponent would break eye contact with him.

"And I believe I told you to kark off." Jaccer said to the man, with a deep threatening tone. Before either of them could make a move, 3 stormtroopers walked through the door. What? Had somebody called the authorities? The Republic soldier couldn't get out in custody on a Sith planet. He would have to finish off here and leave quickly.

[member="Cylus Jest"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan saw the movement with the hand, but he was confident that what ever it was he could counter. "Surely we can work this out." He'd say, a wolfish grin would cross his face. He'd begin to sit. He liked what he saw in this man, and he thought that maybe he could make a new ally. Although he was very much aware that this man would most likely attempt to make a move on him.

[member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan's eyes flicked down to her wrist blaster which was carefully concealed as a piece of clunky jewelry. She also carried a personal Ion blaster but that would only harm inorganic material. She glanced back up at the Sakiyan who was sweating profusely now and fidgeting with his own blaster. With her keen analytical senses she assessed him to be an immediate flight risk. Which was fine at the end of the day because she wasn't arresting him but her employer Max Rumor would probably be disappointed to lose him as a client.

Perhaps the presence of stormtroopers had spooked him, but he jumped up, knocking over his chair and the drinks on the table. Morgan took both hands and steadied the table so that also didn't go flying.

"Eeewwwhhhahalleeellel!" the Sakiyan screamed unintelligibly. He drew out his blaster and began firing randomly throughout the cantina as he began making his way to the entrance. Apparently he was not as confident than her employer that he would be able to beat those murder charges.

He screamed and shouted in Sakiyan as he continued his death march to the door.

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Upon hearing the screaming lunatic and the blaster shots, Cadan would spin round drawing his DL-18 blaster. His large, red eyes would fall upon a man screaming and blasting his way to the door. "Best to stop the situation before it starts"

Cadan sighted and aimed, applying pressure to the trigger. The blaster sang its short song as it spat forth the plasma, the projectile making its way towards the Sakiyan's leg, in an attempt to disable him. Cadan knew to never damage a possible 'person of interest'.

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

"Work this out? How?" Jaccer would say, as the man sat down in the opposite chair to him. It was clear that neither of them wanted trouble with the stormtroopers that had just entered and were sitting almost directly behind them. Slipping his knife back into his pocket, Jaccer would sit by the man, a small distance away to be able to whisper to him without alerting the troopers or anybody else in the cantina.

"If we can get those troopers to kark off, I feel we'll be better off." He whispered to the man, implying that it would be safer for both of them if they were dead, or atleast drooling face first on the floor.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan stood now and backed up so that she wasn't caught by stray bolts. Like an organic being, her synthskin was easily damaged without armor. Her advanced programming allowed her to feel fear but her primary systems would override this feeling with the calm rational thought that she could be repaired and wasn't truly in any danger.

The Sakiyan crumpled as the projectile hit him in the calf. His blaster flew out of his hand, but was still within his reach. But instead of grabbing it, he rolled around on the sticky cantina floor howling in pain and holding his wound. Quite a repugnant creature, thought Morgan. Wouldn't Chief Counsel of Rumor, Wolf & Funk want to represent someone with a little more dignity? She rolled her eyes which were actually artificial silicon retinas.

The female droid made sure the firefight had halted and then stepped over to the Duros who had neutralized him. She opened up her datapad and showed him that Themo the Sakiyan had a 700,000 credit bounty on his head. "Excuse me sir, but would you like to collect this criminal's bounty?"

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan would look a bit surprised at the turn of events. He'd look at the prone figure, to Flannigan then back to the datapad. "Uhh, I suppose I could use the credits." He'd lick his lips at the thought of all the credits. That could by me some real armor. "Transfer it to my account could you my dear?" He'd ask as he got out a datapad.

All the while he had heard what Jaccer said. He gave a quick glance towards the man and a small nod. The expression on his face was one of things moving too fast. He mouthed the words "Give me a minute and we shall talk."

He looked back to the droid and awaited the answer.

[member="Morgan Redeaux"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan smirked and said, "I didn't put the bounty on his head, sir. He was a potential client of my employer." She pulled up the bounty information and sent that to him instead. "But I have transmitted the data of where you can collect your credits."

As the Sakiyan started moving towards his blaster, Morgan lifted up her foot and brought her sharp stiletto heel down on Themo's hand. He screamed out in pain again and was unable to reach his weapon. With all of her weight she twisted her heel deeper into the flesh of his hand. A small trickle of blood came out of the puncture wound and mingled with the dirt and spilled alcohol on the floor. He moaned again and tried to pull his hand away. "Quiet you," she hissed at Themo. "You deserve every ounce of pain you get for killing those dancers."

Morgan faced the Duros and asked: "Do you have anything to subdue him with?"

[member="Jaccer Ramirez"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]