Hey Kid, Wanna Buy Some Spice?

[Sar'Talani'Vek]

Talani was sitting in the back corner of the cantina at a large booth with a dancer sitting on either side of her. Her feet were kicked up onto the table with her ankles crossed and a large bottle of liquor with several glasses surrounding it rested near her feet. One glass, still half full was held in her right hand and her left arm was resting around the shoulders of one of the giggling women sharing her booth. She looked every bit like the crime lord she was. The smuggler had just finished selling off the last of the shipment of spice she had just brought into the planet of Nar Shadda. Now she was relaxing in a cantina that she was fairly well known in. The gangster-turned-smuggling queen practically owned the place, and used it as a base of operations when she wasn't out 'working'. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Sar'Talani'Vek"]

Solan moved through the cantina with his eyes turning through its confines and the scythe on his back catching a few glances and glares. He had killed enough slavers with the weapon for people to know him on NarShadaa and to tell the truth he loved their hate, maybe a tinge of fear, but mostly the hate. He thrived on the emotions, it was like his own form of a drug that left him wanting a tiny bit more. But he knew how to shut himself off too and right now was one of those times as his empathy died and he took his drink. "Life is good."

 

[Sar'Talani'Vek]

Talani glanced across the bar as she saw the new entry. The weapon on his back was an interesting one, and she wondered if she could get something similar. She had always wanted a scythe. Maybe she could convince him to help her acquired one.

"Hey! You, with the scythe, join me for a drink?" she called, setting her own glass down and waving him over. The two giggling dancers sitting with her smiled at him, silently begging for him to join them. The Chiss had to admit the man was good looking. Maybe she could convince him to do more than just give her the plans for that scythe. She owned the apartment that was on the top floor of the cantina building, maybe it was time to invite someone other than her favorite dancers up there to join her for the evening. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Sar'Talani'Vek"]

His head tilted up as he heard the words and looked over his shoulder a bit surprised. He understood what kind of person this was and what kind of person he needed to be careful of but his eyes still stared at her for a moment before closing and he started over without opening them. His body slid into the booth with his scythe being placed down against the table before he looked to the side and then back at the Chiss. "Yes?" Was all he said as he opened his eyes and stared at her with the golden colored eyes.

 

[Sar'Talani'Vek]

"Interesting weapon you got there. Where'd you find it? I've always loved scythes," Talani questioned, gesturing at the weapon. Her red eyes stayed trained on him as she waited for an answer. She had a feeling he was either uncomfortable, or totally disgusted at the prospect of being near her. It wasn't like she hid what she was, especially on this planet. She just hoped he wouldn't be stupid enough to try and harm her on her own turf. Even if she wasn't involved heavily in the local gangs anymore, being a smuggler she was still affiliated with most of them, and they wouldn't enjoy it if someone attacked their supplier. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Sar'Talani'Vek"]

"Its one of a kind, trust me when i say you will never find another one like it because i am the only one that owns something like this.." He glanced at the two dancers that were hanging onto her like their lives depended on it. For a moment he mused if they did this by choice or by force but that was something for another day. His eyes would soon then return to the blue skinned woman across from him whom he raised and eye to and thought to himself for a moment. "Why did you call me over or was it just about the scythe... and your confidence in your safety should really be rethought. I can burn this entire place down before any of them shoot me, so drop the in control act miss."

 

[Sar'Talani'Vek]

"I just wanted to know if maybe you could help me get a weapon of that kind, and I don't give a fuck what you think you can do to my cantina. Do you really think you'd leave this planet alive if you tried to harm me? Not all of my friends are in this cantina. Besides, I've given you no reason to be so hostile towards me. I invited you over here for a drink because I was curious about the weapon you carry. I've made no attempts to cause you harm and yet you stare at me as if you intend to melt the flesh off my bones just for existing. You're not a God sir, don't speak to me as if you are one," Talani replied, grinning at him. She really didn't care if he burnt the place down. She made more than enough money to have it rebuilt, and there was an emergency exit door right beside the booth. Sure she might get a little burnt, but she'd make it out alive. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Sar'Talani'Vek"]

"I can roast you from the inside out in a minute, even without having to focus on it my dear, and if i wanted to harm you i would have. I am just disgusted by your occupation as i am disgusted by my own. So how about we have a drink and you can explain to me why you of all types of people would want a scythe of all things. No? Oh, and stop acting tough little girl, when you have been in warzones, killed hundreds of people and commanded the deaths of thousands, please do talk to me about threats." He smiled, a cold but some how joyful smile that just felt wrong to see was now aimed at her as he waited for her next rant.

 

[Sar'Talani'Vek]

"I've seen deaths, battles, and warzones, just not the same kind as you. I've done my fair share of killing, but once I had the money for my ship I turned my focus to smuggling. Even then, I have rules. I may deal in drugs and weapons, but I'd never attempt to make my credits off of selling people. I've heard of you, sir. You kill slavers. I am not a slaver. I am interested in that scythe because, as I stated before, scythes have always fascinated me. There's nothing more to it than that. The 'tough girl' act that you think I'm putting on isn't for show either. I don't fear you. I never will. Now it's obvious you don't intend to do anything except make idle threats and insult me so this conversation is over," Talani was growing sick of his arrogance. She didn't expect him to treat her like some queen or noble, but she had hoped for at least a small show of respect seeing as she owned the establishment her was in, had invited him to drink with her, and was only asking him about the design of the weapon he had leaning against the table. She really hadn't given him any reason for his hostile attitude. The Chiss stood up now, revealing the vibrosword that hung at her side along with an array of knives that were resting in sheaths designed to coat the blades in several powerful poisons and neurotoxins. The two dancers got up too, following her away from the booth and scurrying off to where ever it was they felt like going with Talani made her way to the stairs that lead up to her apartment. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Sar'Talani'Vek"]

He spoke up, but this time no hostility, coldness, or anything but sincerity as he smiled and her and leaned his head back. "I bought it off an old friend, thats why its a one of a kind my dear. And i apologize for the threats and insults but i am not used to someone who doesn't want to cut my head off, poison me, shoot me, or all of the above so excuse me. Ill take you up on that drink if you will still let me." He smiled at her still but this time ine a kind soft way instead of the cocky way... up until he looked at two men that were looking at him. He didn't speak but the smile vanished and in an instant the two men turned around.

 

[Sar'Talani'Vek]

Talani paused and turned around. She was only a few feet away from the booth at this point. She walked back over, her hand falling to rest on the hilt of her vibrosword, more out of habit than anything else until she too noticed the pair of men eyeing him. She didn't recognize either of them, which was rather unusual. She knew just about every person that walked through the cantina doors.

"I hope you two don't intend to cause my guest any trouble," the message underlying those words was quite clear. She was not about to deal with them trying to start a fight at her table. She slid the vibrosword part way out of it's sheath to show she was serious. Sure, her and Solan hadn't gotten off to the best start, but that didn't mean it was okay for them to get blood on her favorite table, which they seemed likely to do. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Sar'Talani'Vek"]

The two men just shook their heads and tried to get the attention of the woman off them. They didn't want a fight and were not looking for one either. They were simply there for a few drinks and saw someone they knew was bad news but the owner seemed to take their looks as something that would devolve into a fight. Solan meanwhile just watched as he gave a smile to the two dancers that had been following her before and now were likely standing and watching the scene. He looked both of them over quickly before shrugging and going back to watch the show.

 

[Sar'Talani'Vek]

"We were just trying to get this guy out of here. He's bad for business, especially our business," one of them replied, grinning at Talani as if the statement helped his caused. The Chiss merely grinned.

"Oh, your business... And would that business involve slaves?" She asked, smiling sweetly at them as spoke.

"Depends, you in the market?" The other idiot asked before the first managed to elbow him in the ribs. Talani's smiled only grew.

"Not at all," she stated simply, as she drew a vibrodagger from one of the many sheaths she had, stepping into the man and pressing the blade to his throat. The second man made a move to grab her and pull her away. As he did so, her left hand came up and wrapped itself around his throat, her thumb pressing against a blood vessel in his neck. A few seconds later he dropped like a stone. He wasn't completely unconscious, but he wouldn't be getting up for a few minutes. The one with the dagger pressed to his throat finally came to his senses and punched her in the stomach. She gasped as the air was forced out of her lungs, but stood her ground. He swung at her again and she ducked under the blow, driving the dagger right between his ribs, puncturing a lung.

The second man was on his feet again now, Talani wasted no time, turning around and blocking a punch aimed at her face. She kicked him in the stomach, smiling as he dropped to the ground. She got down on top of him, pinning him to the ground and punching him a few times.

"I hate slaver scum like you," she whispered, pressing a dagger to his throat. The man stared up at her in fear, his nose bleeding profusely and his lip busted open from the blows to his face. She slid the dagger across his throat and got up. The man with the punctured lung was still clinging to life, she watched him for a few more minutes as his lung slowly filled with his own blood, effectively drowning him.

"I don't know why these idiots think they can hang out in my cantina. Everyone should know my opinion on slavers by now." Talani smirked, wiping the blood coating her dagger off on the legs of her pants. She gestured for one of the workers in the cantina to clean up the mess she had made. "At least they bled on my floor and not my table." [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Sar'Talani'Vek"]

He watched her and raised a brow as she cut them out of the picture, it was blood... a bit ineffective, but she probably could not seal a wound's bloodflow with pyrokinesis like he could which did make him a bit bleh in regards to this. "I can see that... though i think you should kill them in the alley if thats what going to happen, contaminating your place of business with sickening scum like that is probably not the best... also, killing them makes you no better than them. Just a heads up beautiful." He smiled at her with a wide grin, his eyes running over to the ceiling and running his hand through his hair. "Hmm... im up for that drink if you are."

 

[Sar'Talani'Vek]

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't you kill slavers as well? So doesn't that statement apply to you just as much as it applies to me? At least I was relatively quick about it, something I'm sure they don't get from you. Now shut up and have a drink with me. Your opinions are getting a bit annoying, maybe you'll be tolerable if I get you drunk," Talani replied with a smirk as she walked over to the bar. She leaned across it and grabbed two cups and a giant bottle of liquor. The Chiss woman walked back to their table and slammed the cups and the bottle down on it. "Ready for some fun?" [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Sar'Talani'Vek"]

His smile grew as he threw the whole slaver thing out of the window. "Fine but keep in mind the last time someone got into a drinking contest with me it ended in the most exciting of ways..." He couldn't help but grin as he remember the night in which he had had a drunk knife throwing contest that had ended in the most interesting of ways. Only now though he was not so sure if it would be such a good thing as to happen again.

 

[Sar'Talani'Vek]

"Oh don't worry my apartment upstairs is soundproof. If things start to get too interesting, we can go hide up there," Talani replied, smirking at him. His comments did nothing to unsettle her, she took his subtle flirting in stride and returned it. It was take more than a few implied comments to make her nervous. As long as this guy kept that pompous attitude of his in check they'd get along just fine. She filled both glasses and slammed the bottle down on the table before picking up her own glass and chugging it. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Sar'Talani'Vek"]

He watched her and raised a brow over how aggressive her movements were. "Bit much don't you think, you are going to break the bottle before we get to drink it all if you continued like that." He raised the glass to his mouth and drank from it a thousand times slower than she had. His eyes looking down at the liquid as he sat there silently for once as he said nothing more about it. He was smiling though as she did chug hers and made the comment that came to mind. "Little quick about drinking your glass i see."

 

[Sar'Talani'Vek]

"I'm a smuggler! In my line of work, drinking is something between a sport and an act of worship. I've yet to meet a man who could out drink me," she replied with a grin. The dancers that frequently followed her around in the cantina both nodded, attesting to her claims. The Chiss smiled at them and turned to glance at one of the walls near her booth. She should really get a dart board for this place, and that wall might be a good spot to one. "Any chance you know where I could find a dart board for this place?" [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Sar'Talani'Vek"]

"Considering the last time i threw sharp objects while drinking didn't end too well. I do not advise you getting a dart board at all my dear much less do i know where you would find something so... old." He looked at his glass and shrugged again before drinking and his eyes cast up towards the ceiling while he sat there with his hands crossing on the table. "I have a question. How come you didn't throw me out when i more or less threatened you. Why drink with me right now? You said maybe i would become more tolerable but there must be more too it."