Encounter at the Open Arms

['Juno' Hart]

J u n o​

Location: Open Arms Dive Bar
Time of Day: Night
Mentions: Valyrie
Equipment:

• Plasma Knives
• Light Discs
• Head Busters - Comet

The Open Arms was a hive for pirates and mobsters, it was one of the few places that Juno found herself able to hide these days. Those attempting to track her lived in the shadows of the legitimate, pushing her underground with every step of their search. The bottom of the barrel like this was a place where she was finally able to let down her hood, kick up her feet and rest. The Scum of Nar-Shaddaa came to this dive, the palace of sin sprawled in every direction with multiple bars, live entertainment, gambling and games.

Juno sat at one of the bars, occasionally fending off some fledgeling mobster who thought himself able to get lucky as Juno was having a long and interesting talk with the barwoman who continued to pour her drinks. "Listen! Is it too much to ask that people be able to do their jobs? I mean, I'm just saying, there are all these big people that say they're trying to take out these scumbags, but what do they really do? They're too busy fighting karking pirates and bounty hunters like these losers filling their pockets with the real baddies' credits. AND If any get to close to actually doing something they just POOF vanish... or join up with them. It's Karking crazy... I used to be one of them you know..."

Juno, continued,drunk and rambling in no way moderating herself for the audience that surrounded her, attracting the attention of some of the less savory nearby as she would continue her far fetched conspiracy stories about people running everything from the shadows. Knowing full well that people as loud as this typically have bounties on their heads. Juno was no exception, wanted by more than a couple bail bondsmen for escaping detention facilities around the galaxy, but nothing quite so official as having crossed the likes of one of the big crime families.

The bartender laughed, enthralled by the farfetched stories of the drunken female, reveling in her outrage.

Juno wore her usual street attire, no armour, a hooded sleeveless leather coat which clung to her form with a scarf that wrapped loosely around her neck and tailed behind her. Belts with compartments and holsters for a dozen knives and a couple spray cans strapped her hips like bandoliers. All while the metallic rings, a symbol of her former employer overlapped them, dangling from her hips over the crossed belts and keeping them in check. Her clothes glowed lightly in the dim light of the bar, as did tattoos across her person drawn in glow in the dark ink and paint.

"Anyways, Hit me with another one!" Juno would sing out of tune, as another drink slid her way, taking the time to lean over the bar at the Togrutan Girl pouring her drink "I like your tattoos... and the drink here is p-" She giggled, as she was swung around by a bounty hunter who thrust a holodisc, her tattoos captured on video on one of the other worlds she'd been on.

"Girl with glowing tattoos just like this, 5000 credits." Juno would hiccup, looking the thug up and down a moment as she would take her drink from the bar.

"Yes, you have a really good point, you got me, well done... counterpoint though." Juno would all but flick her shot-glass with a finger as it would accelerate to speeds fast enough the man's face would become peppered with the glass shards causing him to let out a gargling scream before being escorted away to Juno's giggles. "Stupid karking pirates."
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[Valyrie]

Location: Open Arms Dive Bar
Equipment:HH-38 "Geysa" Hybrid Pistol

• Standard Slug Rounds
• Acid Slug Rounds

PF-LE MK. 1 Armour (No Insignia)
MP-042 “Skjoldr” Energy Shield (Small Arm Shield)
ASBF-X86i “Njosnari” Probe Droid x3

It was the way of the wanted to hide where the eyes are blinded to. Every drip of society, every ounce of culture, always has a hive of criminal networks in every corner. Sometimes the very fabric of society becomes so twisted by the hive that it slowly, but surely becomes corrupted and collapses on its own ego. That was just the way of things, but for pirates? Any seasoned pirate views the galaxy as a vast source of exploration and resources to exploit. Many ships to plunder and many watchful eyes for their presence. Nobody took piracy too well, especially a goodie-two shoe nation like the Republic.

Alas, sometimes the hunted must become the hunter and become both feared and respected by the very same corrupted people. Whether they be pirates, politicians, bounty hunters, or even the crime lords themselves. Fortunately V wasn’t here on a hunt per say, but she still had her little bug droids sticking to the shadows, hiding behind the sources of light, ever watching the patrons go about their business. They actually look like flies, which in this type of place wasn't that uncommon. They were V’s eyes and ears as she went about her business.

V walked up to the bar as one of the unfortunate souls was escorted away. Blood marred the sod’s face as it looked like some glass pieces had gotten a taste of action. V looked back to the bartender before greeting like they were old friends. They really weren’t, but V came around a few times and sort of helped with some business matters.

”Glad to see things haven’t changed around here. How’re things around here eh?” “She questioned before the pirate lady took a seat on one of many stools. Not too far from Juno actually, but V was garbed in her typical armor and a large pistol remained holstered at her right thigh. V glanced over to the holodisc that was still playing a video. It didn’t take much to see the similarity that the person in the video was the very same on the barstool.

”Reveling in your past achievements aren’t we?”

 

['Juno' Hart]

J u n o​

Location: Open Arms Dive Bar
Time of Day: Night
Mentions: Valyrie
Equipment:

• Plasma Knives
• Light Discs
• Head Busters - Comet

The arrival of the female pirate had Juno lay her head down on the bar, using the time to check her up and down. Keeping her head up straight made her feel like wobbling, making inspecting someone closely far more difficult than it needed to be. Now grounded she would take in the bonifide badass of a woman who sat at the bar near her, armed and armoured as the force intended. She had the cheekbones and posture of someone who had seen class before in their life, or perhaps aspired to it.

Juno sprawled out at the mention of past successes, arms spread out into a 'y' with her head laying on her hands, the barwoman laughed as Juno would amend; "More like past frustrations, success would be a good change right about now. But it seems that just breaking into medical facilities isn't getting me what i want, what brings you here? Nice hat by the way." She'd end her complaint with a compliment, somewhat reaching out for V. Only then really looking down to see the monstrous pistol at her side which she had thought was a grenade launcher at first, prompting a smile from the human girl as she would indicate towards it. Sitting up a little in outrage.

"Holy Chit, if your gun was any bigger I'd be worried about you putting your hip out. What happened? You realize you were top heavy and that you needed to balance yourself out or something?" Even the barmaid cracked a smile before recoiling to finish the orders for the two of them, leaving them to their own chat. Juno lay in wait, expecting an answer as she almost marveled at the weapon. You didn't see too many Geysa outside of Empire territory, which opened up a couple of other questions.

Juno would do her best to sit up, feeling the room spin a little too much as she would stabilize herself with the side of the bar, blinking as she concentrated on her posture. Unlike V, Juno held herself like a punk kid, no chin held high, her posture was small and submissive for the most part, slouched and tiny. The runt didn't look like much to be sure other than the fact she had a love for arts and crafts.

"I thought there had to be something left of a person to complete a bounty."


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[Valyrie]

Location: Open Arms Dive Bar
Equipment:HH-38 "Geysa" Hybrid Pistol
Standard Slug Rounds
Acid Slug Rounds
PF-LE MK. 1 Armour (No Insignia)
MP-042 “Skjoldr” Energy Shield (Small Arm Shield)
ASBF-X86i “Njosnari” Probe Droid x3

V had more than her fair share of drinks and experiences of drunkards in the past. Being in the midst of pirates, the men and women tended to be drunk on something for most of their days. Some even died from poisoning because they swiped the wrong bottle. V might have had a hand in that outcome, but it's just one of the ways to keep thieves from stealing her stuff. That being said, Valyrie at least knew how to handle drunks and how not to tick them off. Usually a few honeyed words and a suggestive touch here and there would swoon anyone over to her requests. Alas she wasn't here for anything in particular.

"Perhaps the success took a wrong turn somewhere and a detour or three." V wasn't going to claim that she understood the full story, and she wasn't going to pry into it either. What one has done around these parts typically stays on that person. Anyone trying to disrupt that, well, anyone can look at the guy with glass in his face as a prime example. The complement of her hat made V smile as she tipped her hat in response. Not too many people wear hats of this style anymore, but V just grew accustomed to it and it essentially became a part of her. A symbol of sorts, something that V wouldn't willingly part with.

"Oh you know, the usual. Tired of the daily routine and just looking for a little spice to kick things up."

Juno's comment about the gun was a little exaggerated, V thought. But the following up made the pirate lass laugh.

"No, but if there's anything these ruffians understand is to not mess with anyone who has firepower. At least, not by themselves." A chirp could be heard from V's hip, which she pulls out the comlink before answering. The voice was definitely a droid, and it spoke in binary of chirps and buzzing. By the end of it, the gunslinger let's out a sigh.

"Ferrak… hey, are you up for a job?" She asked the drunk. The bartender was about to ask if Valyrie wanted something to drink, but she shook her head.

"Not at the moment, I'm afraid. Next time though I'll buy a round."

 

['Juno' Hart]

J u n o​

Location: Open Arms Dive Bar
Time of Day: Night
Mentions: Valyrie
Equipment:

• Plasma Knives
• Light Discs
• Head Busters - Comet

Juno laughed in time with her new acquaintance, looking back to the man who now nursed his face, thankfully by the looks of it nothing had gotten into his eye badly enough to blind him. But he was receiving some medical attention for sure. Juno took another drink as she listened attentively. Rolling the words of the pirate around in her head before thinking about how to respond. Eyes focused on the grown man praying that he wasn't blind in one eye.

"I've always found that reputation was enough to keep the dregs away. Eventually they learn that you're the big gun, not that you need one. Otherwise they're jus gonna be looking for a moment you don't have that gun on ya"

Juno stirred her drink, moving her sight away from the man and back to V, letting them mull over the words as they seemed to receive a communication, looking to a drunk and asking if they'd like to take a job. And the girl would begin to think very deeply for a moment about how best to act, exchanging a glance between the two as they spoke, suspicion in her eyes. Thinking...

They'd seen the datapad of the person attacking her, meaning they'd seen the bounty on her capture pushing Juno to determine the nature of the Job they were talking about. And to think she had been enjoying her time here. Happy time had to end some time she guessed. The woman slapped down a handful of credits to pay off her tab before standing, a little more groggy than she would have liked before moving towards the Pirate lady and putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Well, its getting late, I'd best be getting out of here." Leaning down she would hope to place a kiss to the side of the womans head, opposite the side of her gun while her opposite hand would, with all the skillful swiftness of an expert pickpocket attempt to lift that large gun from her hips holster with a degree of elegance that could only be claimed by magicians. Should she be successful she'd hide her prize in the shadow of her body and coat as she would make her way towards the exit, giving the wounded man a pat on the shoulder as she walked on by.

"See, ya~"

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[Valyrie]

Location: Open Arms Dive Bar
Equipment:HH-38 "Geysa" Hybrid Pistol

Standard Slug Rounds
Acid Slug Rounds


PF-LE MK. 1 Armour (No Insignia)
MP-042 “Skjoldr” Energy Shield (Small Arm Shield)
ASBF-X86i “Njosnari” Probe Droid x3

Reputation was something most people would think deter thugs from attempting anything foolish. Frankly V herself earned quite a reputation for being ruthless and quick to pull the trigger at something that angered her. However, much like having a big gun; reputation also drew unwanted attention whether she liked it or not. Such was the case that was beginning to unfold as V most definitely had enemies out there. A lot of them were from officials such as the Republic, and even the Jedi. However, there were some nefarious sides of the galaxy who had a feud with V.

As Juno leaned over, V was familiar with certain tactics of distraction as she was a fellow thief. V allowed the kiss on the cheek to happen as she slyly pockets one of the neat looking knives from Juno as Juno was pocketing her gun. Whether it was a gun, a knife, or even a shot glass. A trick shot was a trick shot. If successful, V flipped the knife to where the knife itself wouldn’t be seen by the eye. Instead she leans on the bar with her hands relaxed as the hilt rested in her palm.

”See ya later.” V followed up as Juno was leaving. Everything was going well until a large trandoshan flanked by a twilek, rodian, and a human entered the bar. All of them wore fierce expressions, and all of them were armed to the teeth so to speak. The trandoshan sneered at Juno before they pushed past her and appeared to be heading straight for V. Who happened to be looking at them like she was expecting them all along.

”For a woman of your treachery, do you have any idea how hard it was to track you down?! You pocket the wrong ship human, the Wrath was ours!” The trandoshan loudly stated as it drew everyone’s attention. V only sighed as she took a cred stick and sets it on the bar counter.

”Oh really? Well, you really should clarify which part was yours because right now I can say that is mine…” She points an index finger at the trandoshan’s blaster at his hip. Then she points at the others’ equipment.

”All of this, I could say is mine. So you can-” With a commanding voice, the human broke the tension as he immediately stepped forward and drew his blaster.

”Enough of this farce!” As he trained the blaster at her, the trandoshan tried to pull him back as the others began to draw their blasters as well. V half raised one of her arms in front of her before an energy shield was produced from her forearm into a circular disc. The shooters began to fire at V, and the shield either took the brunt of the impact or deflected the thermal bolts. The shield wasn’t that strong, but it was enough for V to suddenly hop on her feet and slam her shoulder with the shield active against the human. In one motion, V sliced open the human’s wrist that held the blaster, severing the nerves and the tendons that allow hand movement. V felt strong hands grab ahold of her fiery red hair, but she didn't even hesitate before plunging the plasma knife into the trandoshan’s ribs.

One solid punch to V’s face was enough to force any train of thought out the window so to speak. She lacerated the knife from the trandoshan, and essentially disemboweled the alien as this pool of dark green blood flooded the floor. And frankly on her as well. With a swollen cut on her left eye, V wrenched the blaster from the human’s frantic hands as everyone appeared to either stay as far away from the conflict as possible or unfortunately someone was visibly recording the whole spectacle. V used the trandoshan as a meat shield from the other shooters as she quickly shot them down. With a twist of her hands as the sound of bone followed after as she snapped the trandoshan’s neck in the midst of his shock that things were spilling out of him. Of course, the knife helped as it sliced into his shoulders around the neck too.

The human, with gritted teeth and a look of defiance, pulls out a second blaster with his other hand. Before he could properly fire the blaster, V shoved the now dead alien in the human’s way and ended up shooting the trandoshan instead of her. It was a moment for V to throw the knife that stabs through his eye, and for good measure she pulled the trigger of the blaster as a thermal bolt took out his other eye. By now, V’s hat had fallen off. She simply tossed the blaster to the side and picked up the hat before putting it where it belonged.

”Noisy lot they were.” Whispers filled the bar, and V looked over her shoulder to the bartender before gesturing to the cred stick. Whom wordlessly collected the stick. Suddenly, some short guy stood up on a table and shouted.

”BAR FIGHT!” And suddenly the whole bar roars in chaos as bottles were being smashed into another’s head, chairs were being thrown, tables overturning, an alien or three being tossed across the room. It was an absolute mess, but V laughed as she hurriedly collected the knife from the dead human.

”Not a bad blade. I’d say she can keep that gun, and I can keep this beauty here.” Muttering to herself as she ducked away from a thrown bottle that shattered against the bar. Not really caring for the blood on her boots and shirt. V decided to stick close to the bar where she ordered up a bottle of what is to be assumed as liquor before pressing the cold bottle against the left side of her face. The knife twirling around her fingers as she does this.