Hermit Meetup

[Cassus Akovin]

Nar Shadaa​

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The galaxy had lots of scum, and many places they decided to squat over, but few places could claim to have so much of it squatting in one place on such a tiny moon, than Nar Shadaa. In some ways, Triam was one of them. While her name as a mercenary could be vaguely recalled across the galaxy by some people in the know of dangerous people, few of them realized she was also a smuggler of sorts. They knew, obviously, her company (aside from her mercenary and bounty hunting operations) specialized in obtaining rare materials, they didn't always know where the stuff went and for how much. Some of it went into her impressive pieces of technology... much of the rest of it went into less reputable places.

While she did vow to be a better person to Preliat (a complicated one sided "romance" she had for a friend and comrade, turned into occasional dramatic mutual abuse) after fighting on the wrong side on Geonosis against the forces he was reinforcing... money had to be made if she was to support her occasionally reclusive life style. So naturally, after being away for so long, she needed to stock up on cash which was mostly wasted on technological gizmo's... when it wasn't used for her own mental well being (that being ship maintenance, food, and alcohol). It was no secret to some that Triam had her demons, but she hid them well enough most people weren't aware. That Covenant full of Jedi kids sure as hell couldn't pin down her uncharacteristic generosity when she offered services to them for free. On the inside, she was burning, and needed an outlet to feel like her life wasn't only that of a contracted predator.

Her ship (The Junk'd Up Ship, as opposed to her "luxury" stealth yacht Nope Ship) landed semi-gracefully on the platform after being cleared to land. Inside, her grumpy old Zeltron companion Crol H'hurut, and her creepily stalker-ish TA5 Lightsaber Droid "Mr. Follow", were told to guard the ship. Mr. Follow, true to his name, attempted to walk off the ramp directly behind her.

"Even after they pre-programmed you, you're as thick as ever! Get back in the ship before I scrap you!" The droid, as always, silently complied. Triam turned around, and paid chump change to the dock worker who tried to swindle and scam her, before she put a blaster in his mouth. That usually shut them up, and usually meant I would be getting a visit from a couple of thugs... but I knew this particular port, and knew they knew me. They wouldn't try anything because they already knew I'd win.

Usually on a mission of business, she'd spend as little time on Nar Shadaa as possible, getting to the people who wanted her materials, send threats in some places, be nice in others, to get the best deal. It was all part of a game she had gotten (in her opinion) pretty decent at. But tonight, she felt like getting a drink. There weren't many places she knew, but knew that walking around long enough would eventually find her in cantina or nightclub whether she wanted it or not.

As her metal boots gracefully stepped around every manner of filth in the streets, her armored body and open carried blaster was given a wide birth... or at least as wide as what is expected out of pompous ass criminals. Eventually she looked up, and read the word Rugger. Without so much as a shrug, she moved to enter the building, before encountering the bouncer. Her blues eye and spiked blonde hair looked to the bouncer with what appeared to be a neutral frown.

"I'd like to step in for a drink, that fine?"

[member="Adiara Drelas"]

 

[Lief]

Ah, The Romping Rugger.

Never had one place been so duplicitous in nature.

By day it was a warm and welcoming - though admittedly quiet - cantina, every surface cleaned to perfection so much so that it sparkled and the Gossam Landlord claimed he would eat off the very floor if someone wished. Nobody ever did. By night it was quite the opposite. Oppressively noisy, filled with grime and smoke, bodies pressed against one another on their way to the bar or the refreshers or the door with the blinking red light.

For all its vices and virtues though, this to Adiara was the closest thing he had to a home. Not counting Mia of course... But his beloved ship was more than simply a home, it was his soul incarnate.

It was rare that he landed here all the same, even if it happened to be his most frequented venture. Most of the time he was here with an agenda, but today? Today it was time to settle a score long overdue.

He sat across the table from Ari Sinnat, eyes narrowed with unshielded disdain. His fingers twitched, longing to make the first move... Only the pesky Gossam had first rights.

Before the unlikely duo sat a game board. The more acute might recognize it as Novacrown, but in a Galaxy of Pazaak and Holochess very few did. It was a pastime that he and Sinnat had been enjoying for decades now, since their days in the Medicorps, and it wasn't something they were about to give up any time soon.

"Curse you, you swine, always the k'lor'slug... Why is it always the damn k'lor'slug?"

Running a hand up through his hair, Adiara grumbled as his long term friend and rival plucked the blue piece from the board with a satisfied grunt.

"You're too easy t'read, lad..." he muttered, which had Adiara scoffing with indignation.

Honestly, the gall!

Slowly leaning back in his chair, Adiara took another puff from his gabaki stick and swirled the contents of his mug in hand. He loved the Rugger during the day, they had a steady swathe of patrons but none which stayed for too long. It allowed the pair to play as long as they wished, and that meant taking more time out to plan the next move.

Of course, Sinnat was a good for nothing cheat. The board remained here even when Adiara was off roaming the Galaxy... Which meant Sinnat had all the time in the world to plot.

The door opened then, and both of them lifted their gaze to try and see who had entered. Some girl, it seemed, was trying to enter. One of the besalisk from the bar were stood in her way.

"Might want to have your guard dogs stand down, Ari... Scaring off potential patrons, tssk tssk..."

With a thwack of his cane on the edge of a nearby table, Sinnat gained their attention and waved them back to the bar with a dissatisfied grunt.

"They's trying to watch my back, 'sall..." That had the Spacer frowning, just who did Ari have on his back now?

[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Triam was allowed in. She wasn't sure why, the bouncers seemed hesitant at first and then all of sudden they must of heard something over the din. Well, she sure had a way of picking the places she drank, didn't she? There were entirely too many bodies bumping into each other for her own liking, but at least everyone looked half decent for Nar Shaddaa... none of those dancers even less reputable places like to use.

There was one thing that did seem a bit out of place with all the vibrations, music, and noxious smoke, was the calm and serene (relatively speaking) game going on between some guy and an alien. It was tiled and had a bunch animal miniatures, and from the looks of it appeared complicated enough that it required some actual thinking. How one even thought in such a din was admirable, and generated just the sort of juxtaposition which so often attracted her curiosity.

She immediately forgot about the bouncers and her initial rejection, and made her way to the game, trying her hardest (and probably failing given her armored attire) not to look the part of one who was about to start trouble. Damn, I really outta find a way to protect myself in something a little more socially presentable... She would think on that later as she approached close enough to be within ear shot.

"How do you play a game like this with all of these-" Someone bumped into her mistakenly, causing her to furrow her brow in mild dissatisfaction. "Distractions?"

She came in here for a drink right?

[member="Adiara Drelas"]