It should've been me [Open for anything]

[Tathra Khaeus]

[member="Jacen Cavill"]

"Why not? There stands to be the fact that I have no quarrel with you. But, I don't intend on letting size bother me. Obnoxious and self entitled is obnoxious and self entitled, no matter the size." He explained, his eyes shifted from the warrior to the girls, then back to the warrior. Astrian stretched in his chair, making it very clear how comfortable he was with the man in his face. Not entirely that bothered, but he enjoyed his personal space. However, he would remain polite for now. The man had done him no wrong, and he wasn't in the mood for a fight.

 

[Simone]

Simone offered a sly smile. "Sweetheart," she said sitting forward and resting her arms on the table in front of her. "I'm a reporter, its my job to be obnoxious. My behaviour needs to draw attention because I give voice to issues that people would rather try and ignore. Unfortunately for me, I've been stuck out of work because I took my ship to Korriban when the Republic invaded. The Empire has now fallen, the mandalorians are practically screaming for war while the Jedi continue to show that they are utterly incapable. All the while this is happening I'm stuck on this stupid rock listening to morons like you berate me because my behaviour isn't to your liking."

She raised her hands and gestured to the streets outside. "Go feth yourself. This is fething Correllia and i'm the least of your concerns." she sat back and began collecting the numerous datapads that were scattered across the table and shoving them roughly into her satchel. She stopped, looked up at the bartender who had come to her rescue, trying to remember his name to keep up the facade he'd established. "Want to trade in this place for somewhere a little more classy, Kel?" She visited often enough to pick up on what other staff members called him.

[member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Astrian Callus"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Simone"], [member="Jacen Cavill"], [member="Astrian Callus"]

The droid sat meekly in his corner as the whole incident unfolded in front of himself. They were on Corellia, apparently, the planet of the Lord Protector, droid's guards and allies would not be too far around the corner. But he still decided to stay out of it all, no need to get involved and let things escalate.

HK did look up, however, as he heard that Simone was out of a job, standing up, he waved to her.
"Lady, I know a place nearby that they are hiring reporters for, usually I would not go as far as recommend someone I took notice of at a bar, but you are an extraordinary pain in asses of masses, and a stable pay check does not just appear out of no-where."
He would offer her, Abregado-Rae Holo-Vision Network the droid managed did needed a new head-journalist, or at least a new good one to freshen things up a bit. Plus HK liked Simone's style, she had spunk.

 

[Gar]

The Gammorean watched for a few more seconds before getting bored, he wanted a fight he felt like he had to take his anger out on someone for something that happened earlier. He grunted and turned and walked back to his bar stool. He picked up the stool that he knocked over and set it up. He then sat down on the stool and put his ax up against his chair. He then gripped the bottle of potwa beer and took a sip.

 

[Snipes]

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

Things seemed to be stabilizing enough that the woman felt comfortable putting her pistol back in its holster. The Gamorrean seemed to think so too for he returned to his drink. When the reporter began ranting out being out of work (she can sympathize there) she caught word of the Empire. That instantly got her attention. She took a sip of her water. What did this woman know? She might need to question her. However that might pose to be a prob for a talk with a former Imperial Sniper is probably newsworthy. She'll wait until things died down or she leaves. She had to know what the woman knew.

 

[Tross Sergo]

Tross walked back into the bar, this time he could actually almost walk straight but it looked like he still was not completely sober. He took a seat at the counter right beside the hooded lady. He then ordered a very expensive alcoholic beverage. Once the bartender gave him the drink he immediately took a large sip. "You know you got to pay for that, right?" asked the bartender. "Well, I don't got any credits on me", Tross said. "Then get out of my bar", replied the bartender and Tross laughed. "You do realize that you are talking to a bounty hunter, correct?" asked Tross, still laughing. "I don't care who you are, if you don't pay I'll be forced to kick you out", the bartender said angrily. Tross slowly grabbed the handle of the heavy blaster pistol in the holster on his right side. The bartender could not see this because Tross had his hand under the counter. "I suggest you stop talkin', or I'll have to do something I may regret", the bounty hunter said. Tross laughed some more, now if someone did not stop him the bartender could be seriously injured or even killed.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Tross Sergo"]

The disguised droid saw the movement of the bounty hunter, grabbing the handle of the heavy blaster pistol, and he was already standing.

By the time Tross laughed, a few credits landed in front of the barman, the bandaged figure nodding to him,
"No need to fuss."
He would then nod to Tross, his blaster hand was discretely stayed by the droid's own bandaged hand, his older robes cascading off of his body idly.
"Maintain your peace."
He spoke softly the the bounty hunter, hopefully it will maintain the peace in the bar they were currently enjoying

 

[Tross Sergo]

Tross nodded to HK-36, he then returned to his drink. Tross still seemed like he wanted to shoot the bartender but he continued to drink the beverage. He then set the empty bottle on the counter and walked over to HK-36. "Hey, you want to play a game of Dejarik?" he asked.

 

[Snipes]

[member="Tross Sergo"] [member="HK-36"]

The moment the drunken began walking in her direction she began pulling out her pistol. When the brute plunked down next to her she instinctively skooted away from him. Partially because she was never a social one and preferred to let her sniper rifle do the talking however she also did it so she can pull out her blaster pistol without notice. As the brute taunted the bartender the grip on her pistol grew tighter. Right then she made a decision: if the bartender wasn't leaving tonight, neither was this man.

Right when the conflict was about to reach its climax a bandaged stranger saved the day by paying for the drink. The brute simply found it entertaining and challenged him to a game. This wasn't over yet. She remained high strung in case things turned bad.

 

[Darron Wraith]

@Snipes @Tross Sergo @HK-36 @Gar @Simone @Astrian Callus

Hiding right under the nose of the Protectorate for months had been a feat that most would have considered impossible. Their close relationships to the Republic and other nations should have made finding Cavill very easy after the destruction he and [member="Mikhail Shorn"]. Having a massive factory that his other alias owned nearby had helped the process significantly, as he was never hurting for credits. During the day he could simply pass by as Kel, and then at night go on missions for his own personal gain or train deep in the hidden training facility buried deep in the planet near the R and D department his properties housed. Working on his schematics and keeping the investors informed of the companies progress over the past few business quarters had been easy. What tasks he couldn't accomplish had been handed off to various programs and droids at his disposal. The current trajectory of galactic events was only lining his pockets further, all the while strengthening the bonds of the darkside to him.

Yes, the reporter was a pain the rear. That much couldn't be disputed, but the Atrisian's presence only made him want to put him in his place. Cavill couldn't really call it the darkside's influence at this point, as he was cut off from the Force. Much was going on around him, and the temptation to pull his ring off and show his true nature was becoming more alluring by the second. High cheek bones that gave away his noble heritage started to tense, and his blood began to boil all the while his grip was tightening. Pull the ring off and everyone will come for you in the middle of Corellia, and people could potentially find out who really owns Blas-Tech. Eyes that temporarily were blue quickly analyzed the situation before him. Multiple scenarios played out before him, and none of them ended with him relishing him enjoying letting destruction reign on Corellia for a few moments. Realization dawned, and the man who worked at the bar put his drink down when he realized he couldn't do much presently without revealing his true face.

"Sure, I'd love to go somewhere else with you." Years of being around the Serreno nobility and pretending to be something he wasn't at board meetings allowed him to fake his enthusiasm. Scanning the room one more time as he stood up, he gestured to the door while deferring to the reporter. "Lead the way, and I'll gladly follow. Anywhere that a galactic reporter would enjoy surely I could find fun." He was pushing it a little there, but his need for information outweighed what he deemed acceptable.

 

[Lancer Damar]

Lancer glanced upwards, his mouth coiled around yet another bottle of dark liquor. He watched the pink-skinned and that rich guy begin to wander off. His eyes scanned them for a moment, before turning back to his alcohol.

"You get me booze. You love me for who I am."

He said, cuddling his rifle like a puppy, and curled up in the booth slightly, sipping at his beer.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Astrian could feel the tension rising, the mans want to try and put Astrian in some sort of place. However, luckily for himself he did not and instead decided to follow up the annoying brats request with a gesture to the door. Astrian couldn't help but chuckle, raising his drink with a snort before taking a sip. Taking the glass from his lips, he sat up. "That's right, on you go." He spoke, a smile on his face as his eyes diverted from them to the window. However, he wasn't an idiot. His left hand slipped down beside the lightsaber at his belt, his eyes diverted to them once again. He was aware this might to be the last time he got to drink in here for a long time, might as well savour it.

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

 

[Bella Thorn]

Bella sighed and took another sip of her drink and then got up. This wasn't much fun, just a bunch of guys chest puffing. There would probably be a fight anyways. She walked towards the door, passing the arguing men

 

[Tross Sergo]

The drunk stumbled over to the hooded woman, smiling under his mask. "What is wrong, you don't like me? well, I'll leave this bar right now if you give me two-hundred credits", he said. He then sent a swift kick to the bar stool the hooded woman was sitting on.

 

[Snipes]

[member="Tross Sergo"]

The drunkard was now trying to extort her. It would be amusing if she were the type to be easily entertained. She doesn't remember the last time she gave a genuine smile. The man apparently was so drunk that he thought she was sitting on a barstool. He will find that he only succeeded in embarrassing himself and having a stubbed toe after discovering she in fact was sitting at a booth. Her pistol was already in her hand and hidden in the folds of her robe.

She found a credit chip laying around. She picked it up and flicked it at the brute, hoping to hit him in his mask. "There," said, her voice slightly tinted with menace, "Leave."

Then an idea popped in her head, "Talk to her."

She pointed to [member="Bella Thorn"] as she began walking out the bar.

 

[Tross Sergo]

Tross stumbled over to Bella almost falling over in the process. "Hey, aren't you that...that...music lady?" he said, sounding like a drunk idiot...which he was. He then threw a credit at her. "Sing...", he said.

 

[Gar]

Walks over to Tross, he was tired of this drunk. He quickly grabbed the man and threw him into a nearby table. He would fall onto the floor due to being drunk and then Gar would move over to Tross, raising his war-ax. Gar brought it down into the nearby table, snorting and grunting in the process. "Get that drunk guy outta here, I'll pay ya if you get this guy out", said the bartender. Gar then grabbed the drunk and pulled him over to the door using brute strength only. He then kicked the door open and helped the man up and pointed to the door. Still grunting.

 

[Tross Sergo]

Tross pulled out one of his heavy blaster pistols and brought it down on the Gammorean. He then tried to kick the Gammorean but instead fell to the ground due to being drunk. He then pulled himself up again but fell into a table, accidently firing a shot into the ceiling. Tross now layed on the ground, the Gammorean could probably do anything to him now without Tross resisting. He was already exhausted and did not even want to fight the powerful Gammorean.

 

[Gar]

Gar grips the man's arm and drags him over to the door. He then kicks the door open and pulls Tross to his feet. He then proceeded to bash Tross's head off the wall before pushing him out into the streets. The hog then slammed the door shut and walked back to the counter. He ordered another potwa beer, paid the credits and took a large sip. He then sat down into a bar stool and began to drink his alcoholic beverage. But the bartender returned the credits for removing the drunk. Gar would then move back to the table he through Tross into and would pull out his war-ax and walk back to his barstool. Continuing to drink his beverage.

 

[Gar]

Gar ordered another potwa beer. How much could a Gammorean really drink? He dropped the credits down, taking a sip of the beer. He then looked around, seeing that the bar was peaceful. He chugged down the rest of the bottle and slammed the bottle down on the counter. The bartender took the bottle away and Gar lied his head down on the table. He had a terrible headache.