Easter Twi'lek Hunt

[Suhr]

OOC information: So. You all know why I'm posting this, or at least, I think you do. If you don't, then THIS thread should explain all.

Happy hunting, friends.

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|[Nar Shaddaa]|​

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Home. She thought to herself, whilst walking along one of the many course ways towards the now infamous Promenade. It's almost like I never left... Each step took her closer and closer towards her destination, which loomed up in the distance. The Promenade. Nar Shaddaa at it's finest - if you could even have such a thing. The Hutts' strict no-fighting policy kept this place attractive to locals and outsiders alike, and as a result the place thrived. Over the past year this had become a regular haunt for Suhr - Especially at the Slippery Slopes, which often boasted it was the cleanest cantina outside of the casinos. Suhr smirked a little at the thought. The best of the worst. Still, it suited her fine. It wasn't as lavish as some of the other clubs and more... Dubious entertainment venues, nor as eye catching as signs that tried to drag unknowing tourists into overpriced "luxury" stores, with clothing articles made in sweatshops located in the lower levels of the city-planet. The Slopes were... Well. Out of the way.
Approaching one of the various taxi droids, Suhr scanned a travel card across it's sensor. Welcome aboard, Mister Hs'kakr, it said. Heh. She'd won the card in a game of Djarik two months back, and saved herself hundreds of credits in the process. Taxi's weren't cheap, but they were certainly useful.
"Take me up to the promenade, and be quick about it. I've a drink waiting for me at the Slopes." she said, whilst settling into the back seat. Her voice was light, and fine. It had a resonance to it that indicated she'd learned the fine art of communicating clearly, which was something most locals were severely lacking, with their spice inflicted drawls, and so on...

"Y-y-y-yoouuuuu've got it!" came the overly cheerful reply. Whoever coded the personality in these things didn't understand that customer service meant a smile and a wink, and not just an overly cheerful attitude about everything. No wonder so many of these things wound up with missing heads... Fortunately for Suhr, the droid managed to stay quiet for the duration of the journey, barely giving her a cheer-infused goodbye when she got out of the Taxi.

And there she was. Stood on the promenade's outer walkway again. She smiled a little, and imagined that up here, away from all the crime of the lower levels, that the air was so much cleaner. In her mind she pictured the rolling hills and mountains of Tython, and the roaring honk of the peacefu-... Wait. They didn't honk. She snapped out of her quiet reverie, and looked around for the source of the noise - Some speeder jam a few meters away. Joy. No doubt they'd be arguing about that for days. The Twi'lek pulled her hood around her head once again, and set off with a calm pace towards the interior of the lower levels. She barely paused to check that she was at the right end before making a left turn, and inevitably her descent down the alcohol covered slopes that obviously gave the cantina it's name. She'd barely made it into the cantina before a familiar voice yelled out from behind the bar...
"Ehy, if it isn't the cloaked beauty!" The voice was course and harsh, like it'd been through a war or three. She wouldn't have been surprised. There'd been more gang wars in the past month or two than there'd ever been in Suhr's memory, and they were bound to cause collateral damage... She helped where she could, but one Twi'lek couldn't save a planet. She sighed, and put on a fake smile for the bartender.
"Rosco you old dog. I'll have my usual drink in my usual seat, over there where it's quiet." Suhr thumbed over to a corner of the cantina, where there was a seat, half concealed in the shadow of an overhang. "And I swear if you send me any dancing girls again, I'll follow you home and beat you so hard you won't be able to work for a week!" She smiled. That should put him off. At least for now.

"Pah!" he yelled. "Have it your way, but we all know you liked it more than you let on." Rosco grinned, and set about his work - He'd send a droid over, especially after the last time. Winding up with one of those damn lightswords pointing at your manhood for trying to cop a feel isn't something he intended to repeat. Suhr made her way over to the seat, apparently her regular space in the cantina, and began to make herself comfortable... Peace and quiet. At least as quiet as Nar Shaddaa got.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Watched the conversation, raising a brow at it and the girl. He looked over her for signs of what she was, the robes gave him the suspision she was someone looking to hide or a force user. Juthan shrugged and reached out his mind to hers, testing his theory on if she had training in the force or not. He sent out the urge to look in his direction, should she respond to the urge or not he would stand either way and head over to and smile genuinely. "Hello miss, hows your day?"


@[member='Suhr'],

 

[Haven Pryde]

haven had been playing a nice game of sabaac when a new face walked through the door, she had classic robes on and was either trying to hide from someone or was clearly looking to play the "dark and mysterious" role card, yet as Haven watched her interact with the bar keep she smirked and looked back at the cards as they were once again dealt, she was by the most part a pirate so sometmes cards were the best option for a quick credit drop, one that could net her; this night, a whomping twenty thousand credits.

As she paid attention to her own hand she adopted her poker face and then watched as more cards were dealt, two rodians flipped over their cards in a defeated look and walked out of the cantina after losing the last of their wages, there were one human, one twilek, and a bothan left at the table and they appeared to be experienced, but not lucky... As Haven watched them she called for another card an when it came she noticed she had a full twenty-two, one good hand and she doubted these fools could get any better.

@[member="Juthan'Athar"]
@[member="Suhr"]

 

[Suhr]

@[member="Juthan'Athar"]

She looked up from her thoughts, sensing some form of intrusion into her mind through the Force. This wasn't the first time this had happened, so she let whatever it was scan her surface thoughts, which were instantly crass and crude imaginings from the lewd stories Rosco had told her over the past year. She smirked a little, hoping that her graphic imaginings would cause the being to recoil it's attempts at probing her mind without her having to use the Force. It was always better to remain conservative with ones energy - at least, that's what she'd been taught. While this went on, she found herself noticing the movements of the being that spoke to her, and looked up with a smile.
"Well. You're certainly not the drink I ordered." she said, her smile turning into a playful smirk. She eyed up the Chiss, taking in everything from his jet black hair to his unsettling crimson eyes, and the deep hue of his skin. "My day is fine, thankyou stranger. Is there something you want, or have you mistaken me for an out-of-hours dancer?" Something about her tone, and the way she phrased her question was designed to be off-putting, perhaps a test of the Chiss' true motives for talking to her. Nar Shaddaa had made Suhr wary of anyone just coming up out of the blue and talking to her - Especially considering how... "Popular" her race was among the lowlifes...
Suhr valued her quiet, and the Chiss had taken a moment of it away.

 

[Darth Metus]

The occassions that brought the Templar Knight back to his home were few and far between. In fact, the last time he had taken a trip to the capital of scum and filth known as Nar Shaddaa, it had been on official Confederate business...and so had the time before that. As such, Josiah Denko felt as though he owed it to himself to at least make avid usage of his "shore leave" and pay a visit back to the humble streets upon which he was raised. Strolling down memory lane was a bittersweet experience for the man, for life wasn't easy on him. Then again, life was never easy on those who once called this place home. Perhaps that was the allure in Nar Shaddaa...it either ate you alive, or churned you into one of the toughest karkers the Galaxy had ever seen.

With these oh-so amusing thoughts swimming about in his head, the Templar decided to return to an old place of work. This was one of the...cleaner....cantinas on the urban moon, though there was still the illegitimate business deals and the occassional corpse in the alleyway. Here, Josiah worked for a decent span of time under the alias "Sirota, the Barkeep"; as he was reminded of when he walked in through the door. For the second time since he had been in the cantina, Rosco, the bartender, looked as though he had seen a ghost; but then smiled ear to ear at the sight of his former co-worker. "Well I'll be damned, thought you'd be dead by now Sirota!" he said, beaming.

This caused a laugh to escape the Templar's lips and a smile to characterize his features. "Nah, I'm still kicking. How's business?" he inquired. From that point, the pair engaged in some typical banter about the "same old, same old", before Josiah asked the question about what was on the agenda for this evening. At this point, Rosco stated that there wasn't much going on, save getting a drink for 'the cloaked beauty'.

"Oh really? That's what you call her? Ha. No wonder you don't have any luck with the ladies...I'll take her drink over for her, call it a favor." he said, jokingly. As he took the tray in hand and crossed the cantina, he heard some sort of...warning...being said by Rosco. Something to the effect of lightsaber and manhood? Bah. The cantina was too loud and Josiah was still riding nostalgia; all he cared about was meeting this particular individual, striking up a conversation, and possibly getting a drink of his own.

"Good evening miss," he began, greeting the woman with a warm smile, "the name's Josiah, but I'm known here as Sirota. Anyways...I've got a drink for you from Rosco, on the house of course." As the words escaped his lips, he laid the drink before her and placed the tray in the grasp of a passing droid. "Mind if I join you?"

@[member="Suhr"].

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan shook his head at the suggestion, "Heavens no, im pretty sure dancers don't wear robes. I just wanted to test out a theory of mine... mind if i take a seat, miss before i do so. Or would you rather i leave you in peace, i dont take ques rather easily so if that is the case please do speak up about so." He rubbed his neck and stood there awkwardly, obviously uncomfortable about standing there in view of everyone as he talked. He glanced at the newcomer as he walked up behind him, nearly jumping out of his own skin not expecting someone else to head over like he did.
@[member="Suhr"]

 

[Zorskka Vull]

Vull sits in the corner as per usual, keeping quiet and watching as Jut walks over to the twi'lek. Suspicious of the robed figure's intents, he remains sharp, keeping watch for any signs of hostile movement. Something felt off to the trandoshan, but he couldn't quite figure out what. Vull grows even more uncomfortable and on edge as the man walks up behind Jut with the tray and drink.
@[member="Suhr"]
@[member="Juthan'Athar"]
@[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[Haven Pryde]

Haven watched as s small group gathered and then looked toward the bothan, with a hand gesture she quietly gave him an order and watched as he rose and walked off to get it done while headed toward the table, haven was gifted withn the ability to perform mind tricks and even though she didn't do it that often it was a peculiar gift of hers and one that was exceptionally strong with her.

As the bothan walked over to the Twi'lek and handed her a card he smirked at her and then spoke in an accented basic My friend would liek to know if you'd be interested in playing a game of sabaac, she states you look the sort of company that would be....rewarded handsomely for keeping her company he said while not looking back, it was Haven's trick to make him not give her identity away...not yet anyway.

@[member="Suhr"]

 

[Darth Metus]

It became painfully apparent that the cloaked woman was drawing quite the amount of attention to herself; and knowing Nar Shaddaa, that was something liable to get someone shot, stabbed, or both. As such, while maintaining just as much warmth and hospitality as before, the Templar took it upon himself to attempt to get some fething air for this particular individual. It was as if they were all moths, drawn to an unseen flame; and fire always had the potential to burn those not paying attention.

So, with a warm smile on his face, the Knight turned his attention, firstly, on the Chiss. "Ah, forgive me good sir! I did not mean to interrupt! Tell you what...how's about a drink? On me. See that gentlemen at the bar?" he began, motioning towards Rosco, "He's an old friend of mine and if you tell him that Sirota sent you, you'll have the pick of the liquor cabinet; free of charge." He then turned to the blonde woman who had gone out of her way to offer the "cloaked beauty" a game of Sabaac.

"My my," he began, smiling, "I would be a shameful gentlemen if I didn't offer you a drink as well miss. If you'd like, just head on over to the bar and Rosco will take care of you."

He hoped that the cloaked woman would appreciate his efforts to grant her some breathing room, for he knew unwanted disturbances were an immense source of annoyance for those simply seeking to sit back, relax, and enjoy a decent drink.

@[member="Haven Pryde"], @[member="Juthan'Athar"].

 

[Suhr]

@[member="Haven Pryde"] @[member="Josiah Denko"] @[member="Juthan'Athar"]
"You're right, stranger. Dancers don't often wear robes. I'll be blunt, you can take your testing of theories elsewhere - I'm not some mouse droid you can open up and take a look at. There's other seats over there." Suhr gave the Chiss a hard stare, and nodded in the direction of another table. She didn't enjoy the idea of being examined like some kind of experiment - indeed it brought back some painful memories from before Master Kytra had freed her... She shook off the feeling with a tiny shudder. Those were thoughts to reflect on alone, not in a cantina full of interruptions. Speaking of interruptions... She looked from the Chiss to the Bothan, and raised an eyebrow.
"And you can tell whoever told you to say that, that I'm no private entertainment... But I might be around for a hand later, if I get the time..."
She sighed a little, before looking to the third thing to suddenly come and talk to her. 'By the Force' she thought to herself. She knew that her species had pleasing features, but this was an unheard of level of attention. Even one of the dancing girls looked confused as to why this robed being sat in a corner was getting so much attention, when she was... Well. To say her hips moved in a way that made even the hardest spacers blush would be fairly accurate...

She picked up the glass of iced spring water, imported from Tython and took a calm sip. It hit the spot. "Thankyou... Josaiah, was it? I'll be sure to thank Rosco later on... but it looks like every man woman and bothan is trying to steal my company tonight. Have you got any pressing business, or is this just another casual chat?" Suhr knew she was being defensive here and that she'd have to talk to one of them for an extended period of time, but this was beginning to worry her. Too much attention on Nar Shaddaa invariably ended up in the wrong sort of attention, no matter how well intentions started out.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan looked around and nodded at Josiah, knowing what he was doing and stepping back. "Sorry to intrude, if you would indulge me later miss, i would love to test my theory then." He turned his head to Josiah again. "I don't drink, thank you for the offer though." Juthan went and sat at a nearby table, taking out a datapad and reading from it as he sat there. He glanced up at the ceiling, looking at the far end of the cantina, resting in a barely lit corner of the roof the Qom Jha that had been traveling with him sat, staring back at him. To any onlooker it would look like the chiss was staring off into the distance.

 

[Jericho]

Boom, Boom, Clap, Boom, Boom, Clap!

Went the music from inside the hot and booming cantina, normally Jericho would not be inside and partying his brains out. But he felt a rising energy here after deciding to visit nar shadda, the young man was in his own mission to seek out this force-user. He had traveled all over, coming ever closer to the energy until he came across the catina. The energies here flowed briskfully as he could hear the music and the people inside chatting and talking about their daily lives. Despite this place not being a place he would like to be at, everything was going rather smoothly, enough for him to want to relax a bit, but that wasn't going to happen. He merely let out a sigh and kept his posture, keeping modest as possible as he could, keeping his face hidden as well as the size of his body under his armor and black jedi robes.


Jericho opened the door, instantly it went from the muffled sounds of blasting cantina music to a surge of loud music entering his ears. He couldn't help but bop his head to the music subtly as he walked through the crowd towards the bar in other room. Amazing enough he was acting slightly different than normal having moving with music slightly, when he noticed he quickly stopped and his mind whent back to the task at hand. Finding that force user. So he continued to walk though out the catina following the energy being emitted from that specific force-user.


He kept the usual look on his face when he spotted one shrouded in the force. From what he could tell from afar, the force-user was a Twil'lek, a species he was not to familiar with, this will be a fairly new experience for him and she was talking to someone. Then, another man went to joining in on the conversation between her and her friend. It looked like the one he knew was the same man that was a commander of a pirate ship and noticed the commander's soldier watching from a far. He would used that to his advantage to talk to her but then another man joined into the conversation, one he was not familiar with. This did not bode well, Jericho lacked the social ability to speak with more than one person without some sort if mission or fighting at hand. While Jericho though how to o up and speak with all of them another woman, joined into their conversation.

"Goodness, many seek to speak to her." He thought to himself wonder how it was so easy for her to gather so much attention from all these varies people in such a busy and loud place such as this. He wasn't familiar with how transactions like these went on, for now he had to observe from afar, watch how the others act and attract each other. He had to mimic or adapt to the situation in order to get what he wanted as he learned from his master. He took a deep inhale of air then slowly exhaled. Jericho walked quietly to the bar his dark hood over his face keeping himself hidden from sight but emitted energies to test the force-user to see if she would notice his presence over the loud music and other energies around them. He took a seat and ordered a drink listening, watching, and waiting.

 

[Haven Pryde]

Haven watched as the Bothan came back to her and she smirked at him, the ploy worked perfectly as it was merely a test to see if the twi'lek wished to be alone, she did and now this was working perfectly. As Haven sat there the bothan sat back down confused on why he had gotten up and approached the female in the robes and then began to play cards again. the human had put a lot of chips in so far and she used a mind trick on him forcing him to call it quits and leave his pile of credits in the pot, time was drawing thin and the others were growing impatient but as it was the game was over and haven had won the this hand, the only one to beat her was clearly the human she had mind tricked to leave the table and cantina.

@[member="Juthan'Athar"]
@[member="Suhr"]
@[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan glanced up and watched the sabaac table, standing and heading over before taking a seat. "Whats the buy in?"

@[member="Haven Pryde"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Bluntness.

To say that the Templar could appreciate that particular trait in an individual was an understatement. After all, that was something that Josiah had become accustomed to over the years. His smile did not waver in the slightest as she went from individual to individual, addressing each and every one with a solid means of dismissing them. Finally, her attention was placed upon the Knight, and he kept his response simple and honest.

"You're most welcome Miss, no trouble at all," he began, carefully selecting his words, "there's nothing absolutely pressing at the moment. Just got back into town tonight and thought I'd visit an old friend, that it seems we have in common. While it seems that everyone, and their mother, wants a piece of your company tonight; I'm just in the neighborhood of, well, catching up on old times. So, if you'd oblige me, I'd love to have a casual chat with you; maybe even find out how we came to have our loveable bartender as a mutual friend. What do you sa-."

The Knight broke off, for there was a noticeable ripple reverberating across the cantina. T'was the unmistakeable presence of the Force, ebbing forth in order to wash over those standing in the proximity of the woman. It truly seemed as though this particular individual was the center of attention tonight, and by some moderately talented individuals. His tone took a slightly less...jovial edge and his expression was that of slight concern. He lowered his voice, just low enough for her ears to hear alone.

"By the way, I'm uncertain if you would be...feeling this as I am...but apparently there's someone in touch with the Force wanting your attention. I don't know why, but you seem to be the center of attention tonight. Now, I don't know you in the slightest, but a friend of Rosco's is a friend of mine; if there's any trouble you're in, I'll gladly help you take care of it. And trust me, with me, you'll always have someone at your back."

There was enough in between the lines that the woman may have ascertained that he was referring to whichever organization he belonged to. It was one of those things that had to be mentioned; especially when an individual was flexing through the Force across the cantina.

@[member="Suhr"].

 

[Haven Pryde]

haven looked at the new comer, a male chiss she knew she recognized but right now she had a lot of cortyyg whiskey coursing it's way through her system so she was a bit loopy, as he came over and asked about the buy in rate the droid dealer looked at him with a cautious and confused servo-glare "Sir, the buy in is 1,000 galactic credits" it replied and then waited to deal the new hand.

@[member="Juthan'Athar"]

 

[Zorskka Vull]

Vull, satisfied that the robed figure was not a threat at the time, narrowed his eyes at the bothan who had approached the twi'lek about a game of Sabaac. Vull hated bothans and this one's smirk was especially getting under his skin. The trandoshan scowled, holding himself back so he didn't make a rash decision. His eyes followed the bothan as the creature walked back to the Sabaac table. Suddenly, Vull noticed the blonde woman, instantly recognizing her from the refueling station above Ryloth. Thinking it unlikely to be a coincidence that she was here, he stood up and walked over to her table at the same time Juthan did.
"I would like to join assss well," Vull hissed.
He was less interested in the game and more interested in finding out who this woman was and why they kept running into her.
@[member="Haven Pryde"]
@[member="Juthan'Athar"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan looked at the ceiling for a moment, almost as if praying, then back at the droid to which he nodded. "I think ill pay." He sat down and got out the credits necessary, waiting for for the game to start. For a fleeting moment he glanced at Haven, a smile on his face before he looked at Vull. He nodded to the Trandoshan, "Nice to see you Vull."

@Zorskka Vull
@[member="Haven Pryde"]

 

[Haven Pryde]

Haven gave off a slight smirk that spoke of sheer confidence and then the droid looked at the reptile before the table "Sir pay or leave the table" it replied in it's rude baritone and haven leaned in and looked at the droid with her eye piercing the metal core and slid 1,000 credits to it I'll handle the buy in for this reptoid, thanks she said and then sent a smirk and a wink at @[member="Zorskka Vull"] and then sat back and waited for the cards to be dealt.

A moment later the droid began to deal the cards and haven noticed this time her luck might have run out but she didn't allow it to be shown, No..she kept her poker face going.

@[member="Juthan'Athar"]

EDITED-A bunch of errors.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Glanced up at the ceiling again for half a second, it seemed more like an impulse than on purpose. He grinned at her though, saying nothing as he sat there and waited, raising the bet before leaning back in his chair with his cards in his hand. He didn't even seem to worry about the game as he looked at Vull. "Hows your day been, havent spoken to you yet."

@[member="Haven Pryde"]
@[member="Zorskka Vull"]