Late Nights, Coruscant Lights

[Karsan Munin]

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Here you are, sunshine. Ticket to nowhere, a backpack full of old clothes, worthless currency, and a knife. That's all you got- at least you have enough to buy a meal.​

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The droid served him crappy noodles in a crappy bowl. He was sitting on a crappy stool in the crappy part of Coruscant. That's where his ticket dropped him off at. They gave him a per diem to get off the prison ship, and 'rejoin society at the Alliance's discretion'. Funny place for him to rejoin society. Gave him enough money to blow the station, and buy one meal. Maybe enough to buy exactly one bullet to swallow, too.​

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Depended on how the night went.​

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The droid whirled and said something, but it was either faulty programming or another language. Karsan couldn't tell. He sighed and began to eat his noodles. It was about as good as the food in prison. And that was saying something, to say the least. The old soldier sighed, and slid his last credits over to the droid, who blipped and made more weird noises.​

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Another language. Couldn't even tell what it was. Basic was all he knew, and every other thing was a guttural mess in his ears. He sighed and rested his head on the table, saving the too-hot noodles for the next few minutes of brooding he was enjoying. Prison might've sucked, but it didn't suck like uncertainty did. What good was an old stormtrooper in the galaxy anyway? Karsan had no idea who was what, who was who- hell he didn't even really knew who was running Coruscant nowadays. Murmurs from passing people mentioned the word Mandalorians and war- but Karsan only knew them in passing as well.​

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He had a lot of catching up to do.​

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And no money, and no place to start it in- right now.​

 

[Svante Selanno]

Svante quietly ate his cheap noodles in peace; sure it was a grungy and possibly dangerous place, but somehow you couldn't find the same taste anywhere else. He was just happy to get a break, his crew busy doing there own things. Some of the more responsible ones were resupplying the ship and making small repairs...while he knew at least one was browsing the redlight district. And he was here enjoying crappy noodles. Next to him, he noticed a rough-looking guy not liking the noodles as much.

"Are you gonna eat that?" Svante mumbled letting some of the broth run down his chin, "it's not gonna kill you, ya know?" Svante looked over the man again. He could tell he's been through some chit...like he's seen some things. "You look kinda down. You should eat, it always cheers me up."

[member=Karsan Calnov]

 

[Karsan Munin]

"Eating cheers me up, sure. Guess it cheers anyone up. This-" Karsan took a long slurp of the noodles, squinting his eyes. "Is gonna be my last good meal for a while." Karsan looked over at the guy. Had the similar look to himself- though the man definitely had something that wasn't entirely human. Then again, Karsan didn't look exactly wholly human himself. Karsan leaned on the counter, turning to watch the passerbys on the street.

"Down- I've been down before. This is my 52 card low, though."

[member="Svante Selanno"]

 

[Svante Selanno]

"You look like a hard-working man," Svante started, "You look like you'd fit in with my crew. Just a few ex-military's. We don't do anything too big but could always use an extra hand. You have any past work experience?" Selanno laughed to himself and smiled, "Look at that, man. It's like I'm interviewing you or something."

He chuckled again before downing the rest of his noodles. It wasn't far off, he thought to himself, the crew could use another hand if we were gonna take some better jobs. Svante had his mind set on some mercenary work, but he was worried it was too much of a jump from hauling cargo and smuggling.

[member=Karsan Calnov]

 

[Tin'tinag]

No matter how long she stayed around Jedi, not even if she followed the code to a most extent smuggling was still what she did on a regular basis, it was second nature, and for the most part not all totally illegal. Most jobs she tried to take there those that could help others and provided a decent payout with upstanding clients, past experiences making it easy to notice a sours deal at a moments glance.

Tin'tinag walked down the busing street after another job well done, juggling some credits in hand, her usually dark grey robes put aside for her old smuggling outfit. "Another day, another... what was that saying again"? she just shrugged to herself and kept walking, though soon the smell of food wafting up her nose, it had been a while since she last ate, now would be a good time before hightailing it back to the Enclave.

Coming to the stand she say the two current patrons, both men, looked rather similar, one seemingly down on their luck the other, chipper as can be, nothing out of the ordinary here. Sitting down Tin'tinag tossed a few credits to the owner, "I'll have what there having".

[member="Svante Selanno"] l [member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Karsan Munin]

Yeah. He had some. Just not that he would like to share with a stranger, though. Being a trooper for the One Sith- but the shock troops for Darth Carnifex himself? Not many people were a fan. Karsan chuckled and stirred his noodles.

"I dunno man- I just got out of the joint and all. Not trying to get to anything shady or heavy right now."

He looked over at the Twi'lek, then back to the man at hand. Seems noodles were popular around here.

[member="Tin'tinag"] l [member="Svante Selanno"]

 

[Simone]

Ecumenopoleis were not every persons favourite places, yet somehow Simone was lured to them. The Undercity was a wretched place that even your top level crime lords didn't dare step, why step there when you could pay brainless thugs to do it for you, and even they just passed the cash down to the next gutter rat to do their dirty work. Little bastards. She made her way back up from Coruscant's lowest levels sprouting a cut lip and a deep gash on her arm.

She should have known from yellow toothed grin her informant had given her that he was no longer her man. She had repaid him in kind, a deep red line across his throat and his body left for the scavengers. She ordered a cheap bottle of whiskey, flicking the cred-chip across the counter with enough aggression that it slid onto the floor behind. Ignoring the vendors grumbles as he bent to pick it up she snatched the bottle, tumbler and a fistful of napkins from the bartop and flopped into a chair.

Pouring herself a hefty measure she knocked it back, relishing the burning for a moment and letting the heat spread through her body easing away her tension. Sighing she shrugged off her jacket and inspected the wound on her arm.

[member="Karsan Calnov"][member="Tin'tinag"] [member="Svante Selanno"]

 

[Svante Selanno]

Yeah. He had some. Just not that he would like to share with a stranger, though. Being a trooper for the One Sith- but the shock troops for Darth Carnifex himself? Not many people were a fan. Karsan chuckled and stirred his noodles. "I dunno man- I just got out of the joint and all. Not trying to get to anything shady or heavy right now." He looked over at the Twi'lek, then back to the man at hand. Seems noodles were popular around here.

Svante just grinned to himself, "Ah no worries man, we don't anything too illegal." he laughed as he glanced to the Twi'lek out of the corner of his eye. Leaning in closer to the men, he whispered, "Right now I have just a bit of an intimidation job, if you know what I'm saying. Could be more work after that too if you have any skills other than looking tough."

Coming to the stand she say the two current patrons, both men, looked rather similar, one seemingly down on their luck the other, chipper as can be, nothing out of the ordinary here. Sitting down Tin'tinag tossed a few credits to the owner, "I'll have what there having".

Svante turned towards the Twi'lek with a sly grin plastered across his face, he ogled her up and down before saying, "You'll enjoy the noodles just about as much as I enjoy looking at you." Svante elbowed the man to his side, prompting him to agree.

Pouring herself a hefty measure she knocked it back, relishing the burning for a moment and letting the heat spread through her body easing away her tension. Sighing she shrugged off her jacket and inspected the wound on her arm.

Svante, while chuckling to himself, could see the Zeltron stick out in the crowd, as she downed her drink. Not being able to stop himself, he laughed and said, "Looks like all the boss chicks are making their way down here; I thought the redlight district was a few levels down." Selanno leaned against the counter, looking please with himself. Tonight was turning out swell so far.


[member=Karsan Calnov] | [member=Tin'tinag] | [member=Simone]

 

[Tin'tinag]

Upon sitting down she noted the how the first, down on his luck looking man just gave a short look, uninterested, probably had more on his mind the a slightly scantly dressed Jedi/smuggler. As for the other, she recognized that ogling gaze, the same as many men had done before, "Oh I am sure they just a good a it is to be looked at, though I must say, have not heard a pick up line like that in a while, your not to scruffy looking yourself".

She gave the store owner a friendly nod as he presented her noodle order as the man made another comment to the new female arrival, seemingly yo be drunk, or in the process of getting there. "If I was the least bit and upstanding citizen I would probably have punched you in the face... but that was a good joke".

[member="Svante Selanno"] l [member="Simone"] l [member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Karsan Munin]

"Too illegal".


Right.

Karsan shook his head and sipped on the broth that was left in the bowl. He wasn't trying to go back in the joint so soon. Especially one floating in space.

"I appreciate the offer but- I don't wanna get wrapped up in the same old same old right off the bat of getting out of prison, you know?"

Karsan noticed [member="Simone"]- and her hair. He smiled at her. Maybe he still had it. Then there was the reply from the Twi'lek- the smuggler's line actually worked. Maybe he had been in the joint longer than he thought...

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[member="Simone"]

 

[Simone]

Simone's eyes snapped up at the comment about the red light district. "If you don't punch him," she told the twi'lek "I might." Why was it whenever men saw a twi'lek or a zeltron their minds fell apart and they started to think and speak with their third leg. She grabbed a few of the napkins she'd collected, dousing them with alcohol and pressing them to the wound on arm.

She clamped her jaw tight to stop herself crying out, eyes squeezing shut as it burned away any chance of infection. If she could, she would have killed that son of a queen all over again. She drew in a breath, and exhaled slowly pulling the napkins away. She might need stitches, but that would have to wait until later.

She looked up, catching the eye smile from one of them and managed a small smile back. Pouring herself another drink, she sat back in her chair and lifted her boots up onto the table.

[member="Karsan Calnov"] [member="Tin'tinag"] [member="Svante Selanno"]

 

[Aurora]

Aurora approached the bar mumbling profanities, fumbling for credits as she ordered the first thing on the menu.
As she waited, she pulled out her last cigarette and lit it, leaning back onto the bar. Silently she listened into the conversation and began to study each patron there. She recognised the one with the multi-coloured hair but couldn't quite pin point from where, instead brushing the thought aside as her ordered food slid by her elbow.
She quickly picked it up and began slurping it down.

[member="Simone"] [member="Karsan Calnov"] [member="Tin'tinag"] [member="Svante Selanno"]

 

[Svante Selanno]

"If I was the least bit and upstanding citizen I would probably have punched you in the face... but that was a good joke".

Svante couldn't help but leave his grin on his face; it was rare that he'd have so many laughs in the company of strangers. And he wasn't a stranger himself to getting slapped or punched by females he's talked to, as he knew he was being despicable pushing their buttons. Svante always got a laugh out of it though, so why not? He said with his sly grin, "Oh you liked that eh?"

Svante was looking mighty proud with himself. It was rare that a woman *didn't* try to knock him out during their first conversation, but to Selanno it was a matter of respect. He dared not respect someone he just met. They had to earn it. A woman who earned his respect avoided the majority of his misogynistic comments. But that's what he learnt when he was young.

Karsan shook his head and sipped on the broth that was left in the bowl. He wasn't trying to go back in the joint so soon. Especially one floating in space. "I appreciate the offer but- I don't wanna get wrapped up in the same old same old right off the bat of getting out of prison, you know?"

Selanno felt a bit disheartened; here he was trying to offer this man a small job to get him back on his feet, yet turned down. He thought for a second before turning and leaning in towards the downtrodden man again, "Okay, here's what I got. You seem pretty down and I'd like to see you back on your feet. Do this one job for me, and I got some friends who might be able to find you some by-the-book work for you. Promise no sel time, no trouble."

Simone's eyes snapped up at the comment about the red light district. "If you don't punch him," she told the twi'lek "I might." Why was it whenever men saw a twi'lek or a zeltron their minds fell apart and they started to think and speak with their third leg. She grabbed a few of the napkins she'd collected, dousing them with alcohol and pressing them to the wound on arm.

He turned back towards the Zeltron. "It wouldn't be the first time I've been punched, tell you the truth, but I guarantee we'll be buds after you spend some time with me," Svante said with a wink. He peered at her wound with interest, "I have a man back on my ship who could take a look at that for you, if you'd like? No promises on the rest of the crew not taking a few glances at you though," Svante chuckled a bit for leaning back in his seat again. He knew his crew could get VERY rowdy with women on board. Yuno, his crew's marksman, was a woman...sort of ...she's tough like the Zeltron that Svante was playing with; she kept the rest of the crew from getting too rowdy. But that didn't Svante from teasing the pretty ones he met.

It was turning out to be an interesting night indeed...

[member=Simone] | [member=Karsan Calnov] | [member=Tin'tinag] | [member=Aurora]​

 

[Tin'tinag]

"Ey, after a long day of work a joke is a welcome, even if it is off taste, also a good way to break the ice and see what type of person someone is, I have a feeling you tend to piss people off, on most occasions anyway". She had met this guys personalty once to many times, almost to the point where the crude way the spoke tended to sound like causal 'hello' and even compliments, if the Jedi masters back on Yutan heard about this... oh she would be in for a nasty lecture.

She just rolled her eyes at the new arrivals comment, though that wound on her arm raised questions, most notably the choice of alcohol to treat the wound and not some simple bacta spray. "Do what ever you want, not my problem..... though I must ask, what happened to your arm? get into a little scrap or something with undesirables"? Truth be told just wandering down the lower levels was reason enough for someone to get into a fight, for all Tin'tinag knew the cut could have just been from a would be mugger.

Regardless her attention was brought back to the loudmouth of what she could only assume was the captain of a smuggling vessel, judging from his coxing of the down on luck man. "So Mr 'I get punched in the face a lot', must be pretty confident to try picking up strangers at noodle bars to join your crew, or are ya just that nice of a fella, I'm going to guess its both for now, but you have sparked my interest never the less".

Through this all her mind also wandered about keeping tabs on the even newer addition to the patron group, this one was quite, though not when It came to eating. She seemed innocent enough, but there as something etching in the back of her mind, the force and smugglers instinct telling her to watch out... 'somethings not quite right about that girl'.

[member="Svante Selanno"] l [member="Aurora"] l [member="Simone"] l [member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Coruscant​

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The jewel of the galaxy or so it was called so many times over, recalling an era in which it was far more prosperous than it once was - but now it's returned to some of it's former glory, though unfortunately not all. The Galactic Underworld was filled to the brim with criminal scum, take one wrong turn and you're dead, or worse. It wasn't a well lit area, quite dark, dirty and unsafe for anyone that didn't have their wits about them. The Bounty Hunter rarely made his way back here, though when he did it was usually on business. This time it was exactly that, money was to be made on the lives of others. Those well-versed enough in the politics of bounty hunting would recognize the infamous hunter, and those that may have earned a price on their head knew to steer clear. He wasn't one to be trifled with.

The Bounty Hunter strode slowly through the underworld, his steps were deliberate and meaningful. For a man like Fett, he didn't have to move around all that much, he could stand still for hours on end but when he did move, it would say a lot more than a lot of running around waving a blaster. With a carbonite frame ahead of him, hovering with a soft whir and what looked to be a Trandoshan encased inside of it, he shot a glance towards the small gathering at this noodle hut. One Rodian's gaze lingered a little bit too long, but all Koda did was continue to stare him down until he diverted his weary eyes. Moving past, the Mandalorian vanished into a nearby building with his carbonite quarry ahead of him.

 

[Aurora]

Aurora couldn't help but smile as she sensed someone reading her with the force. "*Typical jedi*" she laughed in her thoughts. True she was also analysing them all but she liked doing so the old fashioned way of observing. Though the force did come in handy, it often alerted any other sensitives, much like this one had with her.
She felt a nervous thump in her chest as she caught a glimpse of [member="Koda Fett"]. Silently she casually turned to face the bar, scrunching the butt of her cigarette out after one last puff of smoke escaped her lips. She was in enough trouble with her master as it was and getting into another fight with another bounty hunter wouldn't exactly put her back on his good side. If there even was a good side to lord kyrel that was. She laughed at the thought and finished the meal before reaching into the inside of her jacket. Her hands briefly brushed her concealed lightsaber but it wasn't what she was looking for, finally pulling out a small pouch. It landed with a soft bump by [member="Simone"] .

"Got some medical supplies." She said, her mouth forming her usual cheeky grin as she did "If any of it's useful help yourself."

Aurora simply couldn't stand seeing her struggle with the wound though by her own guess she'd say the other person got it worse. Her eyes briefly met [member="Tin'tinag"] 's and the others but soon returned to the wounded girl, still curious to why she seemed familiar.

[member="Svante Selanno"] [member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Karsan Munin]

One job...one job wouldn't hurt. Well, maybe not for him, at least. He wasn't going to sit there and lie to himself, he wasn't an accountant. He was good at punching, hurting, and putting people in the ground. He eyed the other girl, but wasn't about to play medic in an alley with people he didn't know. Wasn't his job anymore. Karsan was tough- he looked the part, because he was the part. He read the script and didn't even have a understudy.

He was a tough, mean bastard and it showed.

He got a cup of water and took a sip.

"What's the job, stranger?"

[member="Svante Selanno"]

 

[Svante Selanno]

[member=Tin'tinag]

Svante could not help but laugh, "I'm starting to like you, you know. I was just helping this poor man since it seems as though he's down to his last credit. I could have a spot on the crew if you're truly interested.." Svante trailed off as his man asked him about the job.

[member=Karsan Calnov]

He took him under his arm and leaned in close, trying to keep his next words from prying ears, "I could really use you for this, you've got the look." Selanno peered around quickly in suspicious before returning to whisper to his new friend, "so this guy has apparently been, uh, harassing.. our client's wife. He just wants us to go and make sure our man will think twice about even looking at her again." Svante smiled as he leaned back in his seat, "I really could use you."

Selanno took everything in while his new friend mulled over his options. His eye caught the Mando that had walked into the area; Svante knew some good Mando guys, but he was always suspicious nonetheless. An invisible gaze is a valuable thing, and Svante didn't like if he couldn't tell if someone was looking at him. He looked back at the Twi'lek girl and winked at her, "So what about you sweetheart, what are you good at?"

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[Tin'tinag]

She gave a sarcastic shrug at, "What can I say, I'm a likable girl, as for a spot on the crew, maybe not permanent, but I could go for running with a larger group for a while, makes things interesting", 'and if there is a decent cut involved'. Though putting on a cocky smile for her potential boss she still kept a small amount of focus on the young girl, or should she say force sensitive girl, it was clear each other knew what the other was, but there was still the itchy feeling in the back of her mind that the two where connected some how, though either something or someone.

As such Tin'tinag payed little mind to the mando that walked past, in her life such a site being all to common, though the carbonate individual did raise some interest, 'meh not my problem, probably just putting on a show for passersby, the whole 'look how cool I am act', typical bounty hunters, probably thinks his the best in the entire galaxy'. Personally she never liked bounty hunters, but then again bounty hunters never liked her.

Looking back to the smuggler captain she gave a sly grin, "Oh a great number of things, your basic smuggling set of skills, good with a blaster pistol, oh but what I am really go at it getting pass security, like 'Vaders Castle' Level". She said Vaders Castle in a very purposely sounding manner to get [member="Aurora"] attention, it was a hunch, but those seemed to work out for her... most of the time anyways.

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[Karsan Munin]

Be tough, crack a creep's head and call it a crappy day- maybe. Or maybe just show up and hand him a little slip to tell him to kick rocks down the road. Seemed easy enough. There were a few people around the desolate noodle stand in a dingey alley- but with a planet with millions upon millions of people, he truthfully shouldn't have been that surprised. He wasn't here to enjoy noodles and spend a few credits- he was here to recruit assholes like him and the Twi'lek, for this and that reason.

Karsan couldn't argue that his method wasn't sound- offer people at the bottom of the ladder a way up it, or a way off it, depending on how you look at it. He took a deep sigh and pursed his lips, then looked over at the smuggler.

"Alright."

[member="Svante Selanno"]