It should've been me [Open for anything]

[Simone]

Fingers danced across the datapad as Simone typed furiously. So much had happened in the past few weeks and she had missed all of it. With her holocameras still out of action and her ship still in the dockyards with the repair costs pushing her deeper into debt. she was grateful for the shipwright's manner. He was a patient old man, seemed to understand her plight. Without her ship she couldn't make money, it was a common problem, so he'd put her in touch with a few local contacts. The odd slicer jobs slid her way, a couple of local reports, but it wasn't much. Nothing like a mandalorian fleet dropping on Coruscant, or the reignited war between The Protectorate and the Fringe.

Oh how desperate she was to get in on the action, to disregard her safety once more just for that moment of triumph when she got that shot that no one else had, when she persuaded that person to give an interview where everyone else had failed to get close enough. Instead, she was sat in the corner of a cantina, data pads and empty caff cups littering the table she was sat at. Headphones blotted out the rest of the world as she listened to the latest reports, her knee bouncing with pent up energy, fuelled by too much caffeine and a need to get involved with the rest of the galaxy.

"...in recent news, the Grandmaster Dragonsflame has been forced to resign in an unseen turn of events. It is believed that his failure to act upon the Mandalorian fleet has caused concern among his peers..."

"No fething shid!" Simone said loudly, heads swivelled in her direction she ignored them.

"...despite what appears to be concern at his inaction, more Jedi have left the ranks of the orders in protest of his forced resignation."

"Kark!" she shut the holovid down and pulled the headphones out of her ears, sitting back with a dark look in her face. She caught the eye of a pristine looking woman who was regarding her with disgust. "Can I help you?" The woman looked away, and Simone turned her attention to the window. The street was always busy, but she saw none of it. It should have been her making these reports. She was supposed to sow unrest in society about the Jedi's failings not...whoever that woman was.

A sigh escaped her as the metal feet of the serving droid clinked across the floor towards her. "Can I get you another caff, miss?" it asked with an overly cheerful persona. Simone glared at it.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Simone"]

"You are a chipper one."
A voice from one corner of the cantina answered, there was a figure covered in older robes and bandages sitting quietly, his eyes hidden behind goggles as he busied himself with reading from a datapad, much like Simone. His attention has been caught by all her loud-noises and exclamations.
In a way the disguised droid wished he could take back the words and that she did not hear his comment.

After all, she did not look like someone who would be too much entertained by quips being made at her cost, at least not in the current state.

The droid has faced wars and battles before, and throughout time he has learned that rage of a woman was one of the most volatile and unpredictable forces in Galaxy.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Astrian listened to the girls responses the the news report she was watching with amusement. He allowed a snort of sorts to escape him as he watched her give a poor droid a look of dread. Maybe he'd stay out of it, maybe he wouldn't. The most likely being the latter.

He watched in silence for a few more minutes, drinking away as he sat standing out like a sore thumb. Being so tall sometimes turned into a real pain, add on the bright red armour and the way white hair, the big scars on his face and the yellow almost glowing eyes, and you've got someone you could spot anywhere. A man impossible to hide, his helmet sat on the bar table beside him, one hand on it and the other grasping a pint class like it was a babies plastic cup, he had to be so careful not to break it. However, as all that was interesting about the glass entered his throat and down into his stomach, he cast it aside and took his helmet under his arm, heading towards the young and quite beautiful woman who looked ready to rip someone's head off; hopefully not his own. However, with those thoughts in mind he greeted the woman with a smile. Stopping a few small steps away from her, he leaned over a little to better fit in her line of view. "Someone's angry, huh?" He teased, his body language clearly exhibiting the last trait. But , he hoped this would be fun.

[member="Simone"]

 

[Simone]

"You are a chipper one."

The glare swivelled from the serving droid to the figure in the corner. "Bite me." she retorted. before finally giving a nod to the serving droid who went to get her another caff. Eyes moved back to the window, paying no attention to movement in the caff until it was right next to her. She looked up, eyes narrowing at the tall man with white hair. "What gave you that impression?" she began her voice dripping with sarcasm "Was it the swearing that gave it away?" she gave a mock sigh "Darn it, I should really try harder not to give the game away."

She rolled her eyes and looked back out the window. She wasn't in the mood to entertain strangers. Though it would give a good outlet for her frustrations. "I hope you don't make a habit of approaching angry women, you might find your life short lived."

[member="HK-36"] [member="Astrian Callus"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Simone"], [member="Astrian Callus"]
"Bite me."

The bandaged being slightly shrunk in his corner-seat, looking aside from the window of the cantina.

Well at least she didn't threw anything at him or marched up to him to tell him off.

On the grand scale of things, he just dodged a bullet.
There was something, however, that got his gears calculating as she replied to the stranger.
The hidden droid began to hum to himself, softly singing,
"Angry woman, walking down the street, angry woman, kind I don't want to meet-"
And so on, so forth, his robed frame slightly rocking to the soft singing.

 

[Darron Wraith]

@HK-36 @Simone @Astrian Callus

"HEY!" The angry Rodian snorted at the man cleaning the table, disgust clear in his features. "Why didn't you go get me another drink?" The can flew at the man's back, and it made impact with a thud before falling to the ground. His simple scrubbing motion halted, and the light reflected off a ring. It's dark silvery surface was the very definition of ordinary, the same as the simple clothes the man was wearing. A sigh escaped his lips as he stood to his full height, and immediately the Rodian stopped his yelling as he realized the worker was nearly a foot taller and over sixty pounds heavier than him at least. Dark locks that were seemed to fall in place were covered a bit in the liquor that had spewed upon impact. In a few strides he walked over to the table and kept a calm demeanor about himself as he tried to wipe some of the foul smelling liquid off his shirt. Sharp features were hardly noticed due to the piercing blue eyes that were digging deeply into the offensive alien, though the man's body language gave the impression that he was happy to help.

"Why yes, I'll get right on that." He said so that everyone could hear him: that included the angry reporter, the droid, and the man in the red armor. As the attention faded from them. The situation was diffused, and what could have been a fight had been just a footnote in the day. Known by everyone as Kel, the man really named Jacen Cavill made his way to get the drink for the inferior being. Stupid creature, I should have killed him. Anger was rolling through him, and his jaw muscles tightened reflexively as he imagined all the ways he could have used his power on the being. The simple ring on his hand kept his mark in the Force hidden, at the cost of leaving him unable to use any of the abilities that his prodigious power afforded him. Some sacrifices are necessary Kryptus, he reminded himself as he went and grabbed the drink the Rodian had asked for. Cavill's shirt was still wet, and the darkside of the Force was merely sliding a ring off his finger away. I could just go out there and snap his neck without the Force, or use my lightsaber.

It could never be though, he had to stay hidden for the time being.

So it was that Darth Kryptus, former Champion of the Sith Empire went out and handed the disgusting creature his drink without so much as another word. The man who was really Jacen Cavill and Cade Lee merely focused on where his lightsaber was at and a proper avenue to use it. With the Empire having fallen and his company under investigation he had gone underground. The time for more chaos wasn't now, he didn't need another wrecking of the Senate at the time. No, not yet he thought to himself as he made his way to sit a few seats away from the angry woman. His shift was over, so he took his apron off before simply looking at the bartender. "The usual please," and he gave a sidelong glance at the reporter who had been a regular for a while. "Go ahead and put her drink on my tab as well."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

"I try not to." Astrian replied to the reporter. A grin developed ok his lips, but when they are shouting out random things like some obnoxious drunk. It's quite hard to ignore." He explained before sitting down on the opposite table from get, still writhing talking distance but just about far enough away that the girl couldn't throw her drink on him. Right about now all the ways a situation in which she attempted to take his life placed through his mind. Whether it was force lightning, or force choke or his Lightsaber or simply ripping her arm from its socket and throwing her out the window, the anti-social schutta was just sitting there, doing nothing.

Most people were all talk either way, then there was something else. A prescience, not that of the force but simply the way the man carried himself, the off duty bartender; he was a warrior. Astrian could always tell when a warrior was near, you could see it in their walk, in their talk. Warriors were a different kind of people. His eyes shifted to the bartender, who still seemed to get started any time the large mans eyes fell on him. Did nobody wise have bright yellow eyes these days? He pouted, raising his wrist lazily and waving his fingers, pulling the rodents drink from him as he was about to take a sip. "Oh, thank you." The rodent turned, his fists clenched, but as soon as he saw who had taken his drink, he fell back onto his seat, closing himself up to be as small as possible, his legs tight against the chair, his arms covering most if his face. He snorted in amusement, drinking the rodents drink. It wasn't half bad, whatever it was.

[member="Jacen Cavill"]
[member="HK-36"]
[member="Simone"]

 

[Simone]

Simone picked up on the hummed tune from the figure in the corner. A laugh escaped her lips and dissapated her frustration a little. "Oh, thats cute." The that white haired man piped up again and she, for a breif second wished she had the power of the force so she could lift him and smash him repeatedly into the floor like Mikhail Shorn. The Tournament of the Cauldron had been the centre of her dull lifes entertainment.

But, alas, Simone was just a girl with a sharp tongue and a complete disregard for her own safety. "You don't have to ignore me, just don't talk to me. Please. You're really annoying."

The serving droid reappeared. "Your caff, miss." She began to rumage through the bag at her side to find her purse. "No need miss. Gentleman at the bar's got this one." The droid winked, or rather its photoreceptor blinked on and off to mimic winking, and started to walk away.

"Like moths to a light, they come." She muttered a small smile coming across her face. "Hey," the serving droid turned. "Tell him thanks, and if he deals with the pest he can buy me drinks all night."

The pest was thw white haired man. He was annoying and she wanted to see if they fought just as well as they flocked to her.

What? Girl had to get her kicks somehow.

[member="HK-36"] [member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Astrian Callus"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

"I could say the same about you, I wouldn't be here if I couldn't hear you over there." His eyes shifting to the back of the bar. "So, I'm just going to ask you once, please be quite. I don't want to have to throw you out of the bar." His smirk was still there, ignoring the girls comment about himself. He drank deep, emptying the glass and setting it down. He watched the girl, then he looked to the warrior. He didn't want to get into a fight, not here. Besides, it didn't look like the warrior wished to be known to those around him. Then, the large man turned to the bar and his eyes shot up at the bartender. "I'll have a Desert Bloom thank you." He ordered, within a few seconds the droid came spinning over, drink in hand. "Put it on my tab.." He spoke, the droid nodded, spinning away once again.

Astrian rested in his chair, taking in the view from the rather small window, luckily it was big enough to fit the small woman through. Well, he could make her fit through it if you need clarification that is, he drank from his glass enjoying the taste. "All the way from liana to here..." He spoke to himself under his breath before taking another sip.


[member="Simone"]
[member="Jacen Cavill"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Simone"], [member="Astrian Callus"]
HK slightly cocked his head to Simone at her comment, noticing the attention she was getting from the tall man,
"Well there is plenty of room for you to be ignored and not talk to at my booth."
The disguised droid offered her a way out, but calculated then something quickly,
"Although, on second though, that much pink on a person can be rather intolerable, and you seem to attract attention."
The being added, about to look back to the datapad in front of him before he noticed the waiter in question.

[member="Jacen Cavill"]
He scanned over him quickly, silently, the man seemed somewhat familiar. Did the droid saw him somewhere before?
HK shook his head slightly, nah, he went back to looking at the datapad in front of him, a servant droid stopped by with a cop of coffee, HK wanted to blended in after all! So he ordered a blend roast. He offered few credits to the droid, payment and tip, and nodded to the other machine, letting it go.
He wasn't there to look for trouble and search for hidden Sith Lords anyway, the place was calm, well maybe besides the Knight threatening a woman, and he would prefer for it to stay calm.

He rose the cup of coffee to his bandage-covered head, tilting it as if he was drinking it. A wet spot would be left over the bandages, drops of coffee falling down from it from time to time.

 

[Tross Sergo]

Tross stumbles into the bar obviously drunk, he has two heavy blaster pistols in holsters. He probably should not be even carrying them right now. He stumbles over to the counter almost crashing into a chair and then slides into a seat. "I'll....t-take...w-w-whatever ya got!" he slowly said. "12 credits", replied the bartender. Tross dropped the 12 credits on the counter and then received his drink. He then took off his mask revealing his burned face and then he grabbed the glass and took a small sip before almost dropping the glass on the floor.

 

[Bella Thorn]

Bella walked into the bar, sitting in a booth in the back. She just wanted to relax and have a drink without any drama, but that was almost impossible any more. She ordered a blue whiskey, leaning back in the seat. Bella was wearing a tank top and leggings, hoping to blend into the crowd more than she would if she would have worn a dress. She had a tiny holdout blaster in her boot, but she didn't want to use it.

 

[Snipes]

It seems more and more people were entering the bar. The latest one was already drunk off their bum but it didn't matter to the bartender. Credits were credits after all. It was sad that this what the galaxy has come to. No more cares about ideals, principles, fighting for something bigger, just simple credits. She shouldn't talk though, she used to be in a government that collapsed long ago and now she was reduced selling her specific set of skills to get by. It's amazing how something so small can have so much worth.

When a woman walked into the bar and took a seat at the booth in the back, the woman in the back corner knew exactly who she was. Bella Thorn, Coruscanti singer. In another time she would have reported such a high profile mark to her superiors but now she had no interest in anything besides the glass of water she was nursing. The woman in black took a sip of her drink. Black bodysuit, a woodland camouflage sleeveless robe with who knows how many trinkets hidden inside, and a high powered sniper rifle on her back. She initially drew some strange looks but as time went on she simply began to blend in. The shadow cast by her hood allowed her to watch the others as she listened. Listened to gather intelligence, to find a potential job, or anything else useful. It's not like many people needed a former Imperial Sniper these days, especially with all the backstabbing Force Users around. Until the time came when someone needed a sniper or something else worthy of note, she was content to drink her water.

 

[Darron Wraith]

[member="Snipes"] [member="Bella Thorn"] [member="Tross Sergo"] @HK-36 @Astrian Callus [member="Simone"]

"She thanked you for the drink and asked you to deal with the white-haired sentient, sir." The droids cool, synthesized voice chimed in to his brooding with it's words. Cavill's gesture hadn't been for kindness, more out of a need for information. She clearly knew things, and ever since he had healed from the injuries he had sustained on Coruscant he had hidden himself away from the galaxy. No need to expose your face when Empires were falling and his mere presence had been investigated when he had been there under the guise of the name he used when he was running Blas-Tech. The time had come for him to merely fade away for a bit, kill those he had been meaning to take down for ages while honing his own skills and developing the next set of products he would unleash on the galaxy. It had taken up all of his time, and keeping all of his various faces and lives separate while hiding on this back water world hadn't been the easiest thing to do. If only they knew that in a panel beneath where he sat were his lightsaber, the gauntlet he had won from Moridin, as well as a few other trinkets he kept in case of an emergency.

Add in the fact that his personal droid guards constantly kept a presence near him, Sith Lords always had all their angles covered.

More and more people were flocking in, and the man who called himself Kel merely watched them. Whatever presence they held in the Force was invisible to him, although the robed creature that occasionally spoke held interest. It didn't take an advanced degree in particle physics to see that that the being held an interest in Jacen. Have I seen him before? The thought was fleeting as a memory came back to the forefront from when he, Mikhail, and Tyrin all tried to unleash havoc. No, it can't be that droid. Is that thing even a robot, or am I just connecting dots that shouldn't be connected? Cavill's keen mind whirred for a bit before setting the thought aside, this wasn't the time or place. Although the taunts that the silver haired main in the red armor were starting to catch his attention despite the woman sitting in the back and the drunk at the bar. I guess it couldn't hurt to say something.

Taking the initiative, he grabbed his drink and walked down to the end of the bar where the reporter was dealing with her "nuisance." Seating with his back to the bar, he casually gave her a side long glance before speaking directly at the man in the red armor. "Is he giving you a hard time? I do know how you told me you hated annoying men." Acting like he had known her, even though he didn't. Well, know her personally that is. She didn't need to know that he knew her name and her profession from pulling up a dossier and all her data off the holonet. Jacen simply patted her on the back before leaning forward and making eye contact with the fellow warrior in the bar. His presence from the Force cut of, his eyes didn't shine their usual red and yellow, so his dark blue eyes bore deeply into the man.

"It's best to not mess with things smaller than you. If you wish to give anyone a hard time, why not try me?"

 

[Zombiewaffle]

He slowly got up stumbling over to the damaged Dejarik table in the back. He fell into the seat, dropping his drink onto the ground causing the glass to shatter. Tross however was too drunk to even care. He messed around with the board until it lit up and several holographic creatures appeared on the board. He slowly looked over to the people at the counter. "HEY, W-WHO WANTS TO P-P-PLAY A GAME OF DEJARIK?" he shouted. He then slumped down in his seat.

(OOC) Sorry, I forgot to log into my character account, just RP that it is my character Tross, thank you.

 

[Gar]

Gar walked into the bar, gripping his heavy war-ax. He sat down in a bar stool and looked at the bartender. He made a snorting noise and the bartender came over. "What do you want? you disgusting blasted hog!" said the bartender. Gar made a grunting sound and pointed to the potwa beer on the shelf. "Potwa is twenty credits", said the bartender. Gar pulled out the credits and counted them before dropping them in the bartenders hand. The bartender turned around and grabbed the bottle and placed it on the counter. Gar popped the cap open, taking a huge sip almost emptying the bottle. He placed the strong alcoholic beverage on the counter and looked around the bar. He then put his ax against his bar stool.

 

[Tross Sergo]

Tross gets up, stumbling out of the cantina like a idiot and out into the busy streets.

 

[Snipes]

[member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Astrian Callus"] @Simone @Bella Thorn @HK-36 @Gar

It seemed the things were heating up between the reporter and the white haired man. So much so that one of the barmen got involved. She could hear them and there were some pretty loaded words in the conversation. Things were escalating and it seemed violence was coming soon. The black clad lady didn't want to be involved but she will defend herself. Though it seemed like she simply put a hand in her lap, she silently put a hand on her blaster pistol and slid it out a bit. She'll be ready.

The drunkard marched out the bar after a Gamorrean entered. The bartender wasn't pleased but credits were credits. She watched the developing situation under the shadow of her hood.

 

[Bella Thorn]

Bella looked around, sighing. It was a boring setting. She finished her drink and ordered another, then looked at the drink and played with her hands.

 

[Gar]

The Gammorean glared back at the barman getting involved. He gripped the handle of his battle-ax jumping out of his stool, knocking it over in the process. He watched the people increasing the grip on his ax. He made several snorts and grunts before walking over to the scene. He made sure to stand a few steps back but he did not look like he cared but you can't be too sure with a stupid Gammorean like Gar.