L0S3r.zip [Slicers, social thread]

[Jen]

Nar Shaddaa
Undercity
Losers Bar

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While the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa was denied the luxury of the light the sun provided, the hours of the day were still kept loosely by most of the inhabitants that fared the world despite the eternal night that the Undercity suffered.

Technically, by rule of the scratched chrono on Jennifer’s arm, it was late at night and it was during these hours that Losers Bar had most of its customers. The cantina catered to slicers and other geeks, its whereabouts a secret that was only transferred by word of mouth or through the darkest channels of the holonet. In other words, it was a safe haven. It was here the digital underworld met in the flesh, to share a laugh, a drink and sometimes a game of Huttball, the arcade kind of course.

Currently Jennifer, a twenty-something year old sat in the corner of the dimly lit, green tinted room, leaning back in a fragile-looking steel chair while her legs was extended so that her pair of dilapidated black boots could rest on the table in front of her. She was in a deep, technical conversation with the other person that sat by the table, a friend she knew as J03, or Joe when spoken out loud.

He unlike Jennifer did not use the chairs provided by the owner of the cantina, but was instead seated in a wheelchair. As he talked, one of his hands constantly moved strands from his large brown mane of hair away from his forehead, his smile wide. The expression could to some seem almost haunting, even if it did not seem to phase Jennifer, or Phoenix as he and most other of the bar patrons knew her as.

The scary part of the expression on Joe’s face was mainly due to the fact that his eyes were without pupils, entirely white and ghostly in the green glow that emanated from the large bar counter at the other end of the cantina.

Finishing his glass of what was presumably fizzyglug soda, he nodded at something Jennifer said and slowly he pushed his way up towards the bar to grab new refreshments. Meanwhile, Jennifer seemed to return to tinkering with a halfway finished laptop, its expensive innards sprayed across the table they were seated by.


[member="Iris Issey"] :: everyone

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Iris had waited a long time since the last time she went out drinking. She still shuddered thinking about it, the day that changed her life forever. Now she would roll into the bar and assess the situation. The woman and her friend, she would be drawn towards these people for the man seemed to be in a similar predicament to her own. She would look at his chair and smile seeing the woman she would note her working on the holopad and think about her own holopad that had been a gift from her father on her 13th birthday. She would roll over to the table and smile “This spot taken?” SHe would ask gently so not to care her

[member="Jen"]

 

[Danny]

[ T H E M E ]

There was once a time when Danny sat atop the world with the rest of Lysles flock. They were the Red Ravens, feared across every underworld from Antecedent to Coruscant. When the Black Sun Syndicate fell at the cruel hands of Lysle, the glass began to crack. He didn't see his boss around on the gambling floor of the Dragon Palace Casino as he once had. Lysle began to hide away in his VIP booths, soon he was only ever seen on the upper floors where the most important Ravens congregated. Danny was not one of them. He was a grunt, still was.

Then one day, he was gone. The glass shattered and the Ravens splintered into a thousand different pieces. There were those still loyal to Lysle, but then there were others, Cryax's following, Chiasa's and Daxton's, to name a few. Danny had always been loyal to his bossman, always would. He couldn't say the same for Jon. A long time friend of his, a smuggler for the Ravens who operated out of Sullust. When the Ravens fell Jon moved in on Dannys couch on Nar Shaddaa and that was how it had been for the past couple years.

The only time Danny had spoken to Lysle was at Frida's Spaceport Cantina, a block down from his front doorstep. The suave Corellian grabbed Danny by the shoulder and looked into his eyes, Danny looked back. There was something in the way Lysle had spoken to him that it had both haunted and inspired him, and Danny guessed it would for the rest of his life. Lysle said to Danny, "You know what, I've had a bad few guns around lately, and I tell them all the same; You don't quit the Ravens. You quit the Ravens and no matter how far you run, for how long you've stayed hidden, one day there will come a knock at the door, and when you open that door you'll have enough time to regret opening that door before you're blasted into oblivion."

For a while Danny had guessed he was safe, everyone was, Lysle was gone. The Red Ravens were dead, and what ever remnants remained would never have the same power as they had before. Then came a knock at the door, Danny had been sitting on the couch smoking a death stick, Jon was in the kitchen cooking noodles. He was just telling Danny how he was going to become a food critic when he nominated himself to take the door. He turned the knob, Danny heard the ceramic plate hit the place, his head turned just in time to see the muzzle flash. Jon was dead.

Danny was not an official member of the Ravens anymore, but Svel Droma was one of the big Raven bosses still kicking and it gave Danny immunity. The same could not be said for Jon. That is how Danny ended up at Losers Bar. "A toast to Jon," he muttered with a raised glass, "The food critic." Danny downed the glass and the bartender began to fill the man another round, "Now, how am I mean't to get my weekly report," he said. He'd miss Jon, but he learned at an early age that the people you love would end up being killed. He'd deal with it.

 

[Jen]

The gentle voice of Iris’ was barely noted by Jennifer as she worked on the laptop, soldering together a bundle of wires with an old fusing pen. The voice only suddenly registering with her after a second or two, recognizing the person it belonged to as the memory surfaced in her mind.

“Oh, Delph! What up? Good to see you. Didn’t know you came here. Take a seat.” She said as she looked up from the parts on the table, surprised to see the other girl at an establishment such as this one. Jennifer had only recently met Delphi as she had been one of the few to join the mission of taking down Horizsons Technologies, but it would be a lie to say she did not already find the girl to be pleasant company.

“My friend is just up grabbing some drinks, what should he grab you?” Jennifer asked Delphi, not giving her much time to answer right away, turning in her seat to look up towards the bar, yelling at Joe, the boy in the wheelchair: “Hey, Joe! Wait a sec, we need to grab something for this girl as well.” She didn’t pay much attention to Danny that sat with his back turned only a few steps away from Joe, nevertheless her yelling was certain to be heard throughout the entire cantina.

[member="Danny"] :: [member="Iris Issey"]​

 

[Onru]

Onru was lurking through Nar Shaddar's undercity for quite sometime. It wasn't a very bright idea to seek refuge at a location coined as the "Smuggler's Moon," a haven for criminals and bounty hunters, but such was the path his directionless adventure provided. Since his escape from Hutt slavery, the Mon Calamari had been on the run, evading everyone looking to take him in for Mahuva's reward. While the galaxy treated Onru with a cold and unforgiving cruelty, there were good people that helped him survive up to this point.

Someone had reached out to him through an anonymity software called CryptNet, routing a breadcrumb trail of encrypted messages, one that led him down a narrow alleyway and into a rundown cantina. At first the Mon Calamari thought he'd been taken for a joy ride by some punk slicer, dangling a carrot of hope only to leave him at the doorstep of a place called Loser's Bar as a prank. He was reminded of the countless times this anonymous user had tipped him off whenever bounty hunters closed in on him. While it felt like a kindhearted gesture, the cynic in Onru also believed it to be some kind of elaborate trap. Either way, whether or not this person was a friend or foe was about to be revealed, and he came prepared for both scenarios.

The Mon Cal entered the bar with all of his electronic devices disabled except for the low scale datapad strapped to his forearm. It was essentially a burner device that had its identifiers gutted and rooted for short range data exchanges. He went up to the bartender and ordered a Seaweed Mash. The venue was full of chatty patrons that either gamed on arcade systems, or stared at one of the many holo displays littered throughout the bar. After a sip of his brew to calm the nerves, he walked to the corner closest to the entrance and sat at an open table surveying the area. It offered the best vantage point, putting his back against the wall, while able to keep an eye on everything around him. Onru sipped again at his Seaweed Mash, then tapped once on his datapad to send off a simple message in Crypt Chat.

<b@nthaF0dd3R> I'm here..​

 

[Jen]

Joe had answered enthusiastically, ordering an extra drink for [member="Iris Issey"] and moments afterwards he came rolling back with the drinks in his lap, his arms only needing to push the wheels of his wheelchair twice in order for it to have enough speed to roll all the way from the bar to the table to two girls sat at. “Fizzyglug for all you suckers and a shot of Sullustan gin as well, enjoy.” He grinned, slowly putting his sunglasses back on his nose at the sight of the newcomer.

“Don’t worry about this one, she’s in on C311.” Jennifer answered in regards to Joe’s staring at the girl, though for some it have been hard to see that was what he was doing as his eyes were lacking pupils. Still somewhat distracted by the laptop in front of her, she casually dumped the entire gin shot into the much larger glass of fizzyglug soda so that the two liquids could mix.

“So what do you-…” She was stopped mid-sentence from fully asking her intended question as a low rumble was heard from her datapad on the table, a frown appeared on her face and with a tap Crypt Chat popped open on the device.

<b@nthaF0dd3R> I’m here…

A smile crept onto her face as she slowly looked up from her datapad, her gold in color eyes scanning the room. The rumble of the datapad had been subtle enough that only those by the table would have noticed. The noise was drowned out by the music that flooded the slicer bar. Finally, after close inspection of the patrons she spotted the Mon Calamari close by the door. She was not exactly certain about how she had initially come to hear about some of the troubles the Calamari was in, having discovered the few messages she had initially send to him the morning after a night out at the local clubs.

The first warning she had given him had purely been a drunken prank, but at least once or twice afterwards she had picked up hints that she believed to be related to his case and had transferred them to the Calamari. It was one of the few kindnesses Jennifer had done as of lately, but needless to say, she felt like a saint.

“Yo! Fish!” She yelled across the bar from her table, a large smile adorning her pale gaunt face. “Over here. Join us.” She pulled a chair out by the table, indicating for him to come over.

[member="Onru"] :: [member="Danny"]​