Lights of Utapau [Open - Pau City]

[Saureen]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Pau City, home of the Pauans, capital of Utapau, a battlefield to many wars. It was a place of history, culture and trade, but Saureen only came for one. It had taken him a long time to get here, having lived nearly four thousand kilometers away, the amount of menial work he had to do to pay for travel had taken weeks to complete, alongside getting weapons, tools, and still having to pay for water packs, breather filters, and nutrient patches just to live on. He had been lucky he lived in the junkyard capital of the world, there were many places one could stay for the night without prompting the local authorities to forcibly remove one. Saureen would miss the little hole he had called home for the last month and a half, but he was on to new horizons, he was finally starting his reclamation of Grevious' legacy. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Saureen didn't bother with the upper levels of Pau City, it was mainly a spaceport and trade center for off-worlders. He went towards the lower levels, where the Utas became nearly the sole inhabitants, as the Paus stayed higher, where the more aristocratic live. Despite the artificial lighting, as Saureen went down, level by level, it got darker and darker, maintenance and replacement of the lights became less a priority the higher the likelihood you would be shot. Finally, Saureen stopped, Level 43, deep into the dark underworld of Pau City. The Outer Rim Coalition didn't rule here, only crime and disparity did. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]However much he wanted to hunt for the mask himself, he needed help to find it and to defend himself. Saureen may have been a trained warrior, but even he knew that there were gangs that could overpower him no matter what weapons he carried. But Saureen had talked with some Pau City locals before leaving his home, he knew where to go. The Uta's Claw Cantina. It wasn't like any other cantina in these low levels, no this one was the attraction of all scum down here, junkers, bounty hunters, mercenaries, thugs, criminals, gangster, and people like them all congregated here, looking for a dishonest buck. Saureen had the money for a junker and a gun for hire to help protect him, they couldn't be anything special, but he hoped they would be enough to help him find the mask. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Qymaen sil Jurai"] [member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Bengalo Chergari"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"][/SIZE]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Saureen"]

The recent Mandalorian invasion of Pau City had left the lower levels on edge. Though the fighting hadn't reached these depths, plenty of Mandalorians had bailed out of their attack ships on jetpacks and so forth. ORC Judges and bounty hunters had swept through to make sure no Mando holdouts had set up shop down here. Now, though, the lower levels were largely back to normal, and those Judges and hunters tended to congregate at the Uta's Claw Cantina - where they fit right in.

OOC/ All this to say, we're challenging nothing substantive about your narrative. Enjoy.

 

[Ala'Tir]

Ala'Tir found himself in a rather skeevy cantina in the lower levels of Pau City. Rumors of a man fitting of his father's description brought the Gen'Dai here, but he was nowhere to be seen. His mere presence brought many stares from patrons, some curious, others less than friendly. After all, he was a rather large, completely armored figure scanning the establishment.

"Coming here may have been a mistake," the peaceful giant muttered to himself.

No matter. He needed a drink before heading back to the upper levels to book a flight somewhere else. Sitting at the bar, Ala'Tir flagged the tender and placed his order, the voice scrambler on his helmet hissing out in a static tone.

"Water."

This drew even more looks from those seated close to him. He ignored them, mentally making sure that the blaster strapped on his leg was within quick reach. The Gen'Dai may have been a pacifist, but he wouldn't hesitate to defend himself.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Saureen"]

 

[Bengalo Chergari]

Utapau wasn't a bad place, in fact Benny was quite fond of it. Sure she'd learned pretty quickly to bring her own flashlight with her, but other than that it was just fine. The only folks you really had to watch out for were the Amani and they mostly stayed on the surface.

She'd done a bit of trading, bringing in goods not native to Utapau and pawning them off to the Pau'an and Utai a little to the Sugi but those bastards were canny traders. It wasn't like she'd made anywhere near enough to retire, or even take a week off if we're being honest here, but she'd done well enough that she felt comfortable throwing away some of the credits in a local cantina. The Utas Claw it was called, which seemed a bit of a misnomer to her given that ever Utau she'd dealt with had stubby fingers. Maybe it was meant to be deep, like sure, we don't have actual talons, but watch us gouge you with the prices of our alcoholic beverages. In any case, Benny was tired of wandering around the damned hole and the atmosphere was good enough even if the prices made her grumble.

In typical fashion, Benny was about three drinks in and in the middle of regaling a group of Utai with what she thought was a damned funny story thank you very much.

"So anyway, there's me and Kantarai, and we've done a'right on Aduba-3, other'n that little scuffle yeah? But y'ain't gonna fly empty right? So Cap's reloaded us and off we go to some other freckin' agri-world, an' it's like some Grass God holy celebration or somethin', I 'unno, but they're all out campin', sleepin' on the ground and all that. Ain't gonna complain though 'cause they've got free food and drink, and the Cap's given us some time off while he does the dealin'. So Kantarai'd smuggled some Luna-weed off'f Aduba, and ain't no better time t'take it then when you're not workin' and everyones feeling pretty blissed out already yeah? So I reckoned. Kantarai though, he starts freaking out an' pulls his blaster, and there's me tryna take it away from 'im and like, I'm only up to 'is waist. So we're there fightin' and the damned thing goes off. Shoots a hole right through this portable refresher they have set up. And we're both just standin' there, lookin' at each other, lookin' at the 'fresher, 'cause we don't know if anyone's in it right? Spent two damn days watchin' that 'fresher waiting to see if anyone opened it up, no idea if'n we offed someone or not. Finally before we took off I checked the thing. Empty. Kantarai didn't touch the weed again though I'll tell you that!"

[member="Saureen"] [member="Ala'Tir"]

 

[Avin Starfire]

He sat in the corner as with most things when on assignment to these places. His normal Jedi garbs traded out for a leather coat covering his arms yet parting at the center to show the durasteel armored plate underneath. His hair had been ruffled with oil and grease and the scar on his face becoming ever more prominent without the normal cleanliness of a clean-shaven face only now being replaced with a mess of stubble. His lower body held the two DE-10 blaster pistols on show as more of a status and threat symbol to any of the underbelly of society that may try and pick a fight with him all fairly standard for his line of work.

Avin exhaled the cloud of smoke from his cigarra and finished his glass of whiskey. Yet his eyes flickered around the room like lasers to evaluate any imminent threats or shady types. His ears danced from conversation to conversation listening in for anything of possible suspicion that could be a threat to these people or that may link to a threat to the Republic Remnant. Figures such as the giant stood drinking nothing but water from the bar took his eye and was added to the mental note yet nothing enough to cause any commotion. The being's place in the force, however, tricked slightly on Avin he felt a shift from the normal but followed his intuition to ignore it, after all, there are millions of force sensitives most are not aware or even a threat.

He made his way back to the bar and ordered another drink whilst listening to [member="Bengalo Chergari"] talk about her antics on Aduba-3. He smiled for a moment as a memory of his own days on the run and living free. Avin took the drink and paid over the charge leaving the change on the bar as he walked back to his corner to sit and watch once more.

[member="Ala'Tir"]
[member="Jorus Merrill"]
[member="Saureen"]

 

[Saureen]

Saureen found the cantina to his expectations, crowded, loud, and extra scummy. He fixed the poorly forged mask tied around his head so that his eyes could be fully seen through it, Saureen needed to be able to look, force knows what action could happen in there. The regulars took a few odd glances at Saureen, but even a hooded, mask wearing humanoid like Saureen fit in pretty well with this crowd. He found his way to the bar, looking around to find what he needed. The only people who stood out were a very short, scruffy looking Ryn, telling some tall-tale of her exploits, a very simple looking Gen'dai staring over the patrons, a trio of Trandoshans carrying large blasters, and quiet fellow in the corner, brandishing two blasters, one on each side.

Saureen took his chances with Ryn first, after eaves dropping on her story Saureen had determined she must've been at least a trader, maybe even a junker of sorts. Waiting until her story finished, Saureen approached the short woman, "I've got a job, if you're looking for cash." His voice was croaky, with a little modulation from the regulator, giving it a little electronic twinge at the end.

[member="Avin Starfire"]
[member="Bengalo Chergari"]
[member="Ala'Tir"]
[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Bengalo Chergari]

At the mention of credits, Bennys attention was immediately on [member="Saureen"] .

"Oh aye? S'cuse me folks, gonna have words wit' th'nice man." She turned away from the Utai to appraise her potential employer more frankly. "Might be as I could help y'out mate. For a price. Bengalo Chergari, Captain of the Kheres, you want it, I can move it or find it. This ain't Zeltros though so if that's what you're lookin' for I ain't interested."

Some things were just for fun, not credits.

"Who're you and what's th'job? On second thought, follow, bad luck t'discuss business without a drink." Without really checking to see if he was in fact following, Benny bee-lined for the bar and secured herself another drink. Turning back to Saureen, she rested her elbows on the bar behind her, ignoring entirely the hulking figure of [member="Ala'Tir"] to her left. She took a long draught. "Right, go on then."

[member="Avin Starfire"]

 

[Ala'Tir]

Ala'Tir grabbed the glass of water served to him. The patrons nearby gave questioning glances, silently judging the armored figure who came to a bar for water, but kept their comments to themselves. He raised his helmet just enough to take a swig from the cup, exposing rows of sharp, long fangs, the offset purple color of his skin, and the bottom of his ears, tucked behind his jaw so he could fit his head into the helmet. Then everything was covered again.

A little feline female slid to his right. The Gen'Dai made sure that his wallet was secure in one of the pouches of his utility belt. Better safe than sorry.

A Rodian next to him gasped. His eyes grew bigger, if that was even possible for a Rodian, and he tapped on Ala'Tir's armor before speaking at a somewhat loud volume in Huttese.

"A Gen'Dai! You people are good bounty hunters, no? Look, my wife has been fooling around on me, and I need you to find the other guy and-"

Ala'Tir tried to shush the noisy Rodian. He wasn't looking for attention.

"Please, friend. I'm not a bounty hunter."

"But your kind are all warriors, are they not? Why else would you go about in armor like that?"

Ala'Tir saw a good portion of the cantina's attention divert to the conversation. It made the gentle giant uncomfortable. The obviously drunk Rodian did nothing to alleviate the stares.

"So you can't even take on some freckin' nerf-herder? Pah! I bet I could take you out, freak!"

For the Gen'Dai, he could literally feel the tension in the room pick up through all of his nerve clusters. He didn't want to fight, and would attempt to defuse the situation before it escalated.

"Please, sir. There's no need for this hostility. Let me buy you a drink."

"No, I don't think so!"

[member="Saureen"] [member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Bengalo Chergari"]

(OOC: Edited to reflect Bengalo moving next to Ala'Tir)

 

[Saureen]

Saureen took a deep breath, which was very noticeable with the regulator, annoyed with the Ryn's stall. Taking a seat, Saureen answered the questions [member="Bengalo Chergari"] asked, "Saureen, and I need you to help me find an artifact." The humanoid unclipped the little lines of metallic string that kept the mask on his face, revealing a squarish oxygen regulator covering his mouth and nose, and a worn, black balaclava covering everything else but his eyes.

"The artifact is similar to this, but more tannish in color."

Next he unclipped a small holographic projector, the shape of a thick disk, and activated it. The hologram displayed was a map, with several locations highlighted, "I've had sources tell me they've seen things similar to that mask at locations like these, I need the likes of a junker to help me find the artifact. I will pay well."

While he waited for Bengalo to answer, Saureen leaned over and glanced at the scuffle between the rodian and the Gen'dai, slowly drifting his hand towards one of his DT-57 blaster pistols. If something went down, Saureen was going to be prepared.

[member="Ala'Tir"]
[member="Avin Starfire"]

 

[Avin Starfire]

Avin picked up on the commotion with the Rodian before it had even started to draw attention from the regulars. The tones in his voice starting to pick up and gain in volume much to the discontent of many nearby patrons that almost in unison started to stare with steely eyes. The hulking Gen'Dai on the other end of the intoxicated male's rant and barrage of insults seemed to fall into himself in a confidant nervousness. Avin knew the feeling poor guy just wanted to be left alone. The Rodian continued to get louder no doubt a classic example of a Napolean complex trying to fight the biggest thing in the room, sadly for the Rodian Avin really did not need a bar fight.

His footsteps were brisk and quick the normally numbing feel of whiskey being snapped away as the Jedi's scruffy facade moved through a variety of tables to reach the Rodian just as he blurted his denial to the prospect of a free drink in a louder almost shout at the Gen'Dai that had now become more than conscious of his situation forcing Avin to act rather quickly unless his weeks of work were to go to waste in one bar brawl.

He sidled behind the Rodian before clenching his hand in a pinching motion focusing the force in a grasping notion around the Rodian's throat before increasing the grasp into a choke whilst counting up the seconds in his head. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... and as the seventh second passed the Green-skinned Alien collapsed backward as Avin allowed the force to cease the choking and instead work on sensing the alien's life signs as not to cause any long-term damage and grasping the now limp and unconscious body before dragging him towards the door with the audience of the whole bar now watching after the bizarre fit of shouting and choking.

Starfire left the sleeping troublemaker propped up beside some import crates before making his way back inside to the bar the stares following him all the way to the stool alongside [member="Ala'Tir"] before speaking in a lower tone.

"What a strange business that was, what can I get you, big guy?" Avin's tone was calm and cool as if nothing had happened although his thoughts were set on hoping the normal crowd would stop their stare and return to the drinks.

[member="Bengalo Chergari"] [member="Saureen"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Bengalo Chergari]

Benny was juuuuust reaching the point where she was about to waste a perfectly good half-full mug of.. whatever they kept giving her, by bringing it down on a certain Rodians head when the Rodian took a nosedive and was 'helped' outside by a human.

This was interesting.

There were all sorts of technologies that would put you out for the count quick and quiet, and certainly with his two blasters in plain view it looked like this human was ready for trouble. And yet here he was stopping trouble and in fact offering to buy a drink to the giant at the bar. And really people shouldn't be allowed to be that big if they were going to be pushovers like that. It seemed a waste. Wasn't like he had to fight everyone, but a dark look and a growled 'Feth off' did wonders when you towered over people.

Still, there were credits to be had. Her attention switched back to Saureen. "Aye, the where's ain't a problem. Only problem I got when folks in masks what are significantly too warm for th'current environment start askin' me about 'artifacts' is who else is after it and how many guns they got. I find and transport, I don't fight, less'n I have to, and let me make it clear mate, if y'lie t'me about what's on me tail and it comes down t'you and th'mask or me and m'ship? I'll have you out an airlock quicker'n you can blink and I will gift-wrap th'damn thing for whoever's after me hey?"

She took another sip of her drink, tail waving lazily back and forth.

"On th'flipside, you play straight with me, I play straight with you. Bad for business t'start double-crossin' folks. So you make sure I got all th'information I need an' y'pay me what y'promise we won't have no problem. Rep's all a Cap'n's got hey?"

[member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Saureen"] [member="Ala'Tir"]

 

[Ala'Tir]

Ala'Tir was just about to get up and leave when a strange, scruffy human came behind his aggravator and proceeded to incapacitate him. The Gen'Dai was slightly impressed by the speed of the display, and he could hear the Rodian's heartbeats, indicating that he was indeed left alive. Once the human had returned and asked his question, Ala'Tir replied.

"I'm fine with my water, but thank you for the offer and for dispatching that unsavory gentleman. I usually do not condone violence, but if it had escalated any further...let's just say I'm glad it didn't."

Ala'Tir extended a giant, armored hand.

"My name is Ala, of the clan Tir. What is yours?"

In extending his hand for a greeting, the giant's elbow was heading straight towards the Ryn's drink, threatening to spill it...

[member="Bengalo Chergari"] [member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Saureen"]

 

[Avin Starfire]

Pau City ​

Avin smiled even as his offer was rejected by the towering figure, he listened as the deep although well spoken Gen'Dai said his piece. Avin ran the words over in his mind and detected what meanings he could from underlying body and facial expressions. Most interesting he thought to himself as the creature while clad in heavy armour and fangs long enough to cause a deep set wound to any humanoid spoke out against the use of violence and by pretext most likely killing too.

As the giant's hand came to the bar towards him his eye caught a gleam from behind Ala of Clan Tir's elbow. Avin moved forward again thinking fast as not to cause any more commotion for the poor man. First came his own hand and a piercing eye contact to accompany a smile grasping the large armored hand best he could with his own hand being dwarfed in comparison. Starfire let his other hand drop out of view best he could before flexing his fingers and pushing lightly with the force as to move the glass another three inches away from the incoming elbow before replying in kind.

"It is an honor to meet you Ala, my name? Yes well... " His mind fluttered for a second as he remembered his mission and shifting focus from the glass. "Jamiroquai Stanton, but friends call me Jim. So I guess you can too after the circumstances of our meeting. After all its not every day that you see someone just falls unconscious like that eh?"

Avin cut another smile and hoped that no one had noticed the drink move positions, especially the young feline woman to whom it belongs. As she watched him enter back into the bar he gave a nod of acknowledgment as her hand came away from the blasters no doubt readied to blow the drunken alien halfway back to Coruscant. He had also clocked a new individual to the bar, robed a mask protruding slightly from the hood encapsulating its face. The voice that accompanied was distorted by what sounded like some form of breathing apparatus.

[member="Bengalo Chergari"] [member="Saureen"]

 

[Ala'Tir]

"Please, call me Ala'Tir. It's good to meet you, Jim."

The Gen'Dai engulfed the smaller human's hand in a bone-crunching grip before pulling away.

"Ah. I apologize. What you did to the Rodian was most impressive. Most impressive indeed. Where did you learn such a technique? I'm curious."

Ala'Tir felt the Ryn's glass move several inches, but did not detect the feline herself shifting it. Odd. And now there was a figure in a mask, respirator providing breath, conversing with her. He paid little attention to the duo, however. He was focused on the scruffy man before him who seemed to be more than met the eye.

[member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Bengalo Chergari"] [member="Saureen"]

 

[Saureen]

Saureen's breathing became faster, his eyes, squinted, and his hand balled into a fist. Along with a plethora of other problems he faced, one was a greater sense of emotion, specifically anger. He had a temper and he rarely withheld it. Getting doubted by the Ryn did not help it in any way.

He slammed his fist against the bar, and pointed at her with his other hand, "Listen hear star-scum, I don't know who the hell is after this, if there is anyone, but I came down here to get that damned mask. You can either take my money, and get me the karking face plate, or you can stop wasting my time and get the hell out of my face."

If his nostrils were visible, they'd be flaring, but instead his heightened intakes through the regulator had to due. Saureen didn't care if the Gen'dai, or whoever the hell that 'knight in leather armor' was noticed. Saureen didn't come down to a cutthroat bar to play games, and he didn't care if he stepped on some toes.

[member="Avin Starfire"]
[member="Ala'Tir"]
[member="Bengalo Chergari"]

 

[Darth Chekigh]

Shi was fleeing someone, he didn't know who it was, but he could only believe that it could be a Bounty Hunter, or maybe, a sith. After all, there could probably be a good price on his head for everything he's done, and he's been against the dark side for many years, he believed he escaped the ship, only to be alerted by his ship that he was being followed again, he thought of something, anything, to help him escape, in a desperate attempt, he saw not long away, a planet, Utapau, it was an option, his only option. He had to take a risk, though. His fuel was already low, if he wanted to get to Utapau without getting blasted into oblivion, he would have to use the rest. He used the fuel to escalate his speed, much faster than the ship behind him, he blasted into Utapau. Entering the planet's orbit, he could see the fire from the atmosphere, and in almost an instant, he blacked out, his ship had crashed right into the 4th floor, tearing down the floor above and dropping the ground above onto the ship, and many pauans with it.

 

[Bengalo Chergari]

Benny had learned a lot of things in bars, one of them was not to let go of your drink, even if that occasionally meant double fisting it. So when her mug moved serveral inches and took the hand holding it with it, it was safe to say she noticed. Props to her though, the Ryn played it cool with the best of them, not batting an eye.

Analyze. Something had moved her mug without touching it. The big guys elbow had nearly knocked it over. Possibility, big guy had a repulsor unit built into his suit. If this was so then why'd he worried about the Rodian, he could have been safely ignored. Alternate possibilty, more force-users. What sort of force user went about saving a persons drink though? It was normally building tossing and raising the dead and other such bad juju. If she had to pick a person, it would be big guys guardian angel, for all that he didn't look much like a force user. No fancy dress.

Attention once more switched back to Saureen as he slammed his fists down, throwing a little temper tantrum. Well at least she didn't have to worry about him conniving or plotting. Didn't look like he could control himself for long enough. With a lazy swish of her tail, a slow sip and a raised eyebrow, she appeared to turn his words over in her mind.

"A'ight Princess, I'll do it. But you're hirin' muscle to watch my back. In fact, y'can hire these two. My jobs findin' you your new face, theirs is to make sure mine stays pretty. So you can take them terms, or y'can get the kark outta my face and good luck findin' nothin' with them people skills and no contacts. You ain't a Ryn."

Big guy looked tough and definitely wouldn't stab her on account of secretly being a wuss, and if whatshisface was the sort of force user who stopped fights and saved drinks then he also likely wouldn't shoot her in the back. Probably. Plus she knew they didn't have prior connections with Saureen.

Of course that all depended on if they were for sale for what this charming gent could pay.

[member="Saureen"] [member="Ala'Tir"] [member="Avin Starfire"]

 

[Darth Chekigh]

Shi woke up, he could barely see, everything was blurry - and blue, it was only then that he realized that he was in a Bacta Tank.

"Sir, the wookie, he is awake."

"That's good, one more hour, then get him out of the tank, get him on the sports channel, some pazaak will do."

As his vision slowly returned, he could see a small screen come down to meet him inside the tank, he could recognize what was on the screen as a game of pazaak being played in a small room, everything was nice looking, the room gracefully furbished, even the skin of a bantha was hanging on the wall. The Ithorian seemed to be winning by a landslide, with a handful of credits awaiting him on the corner of the pazaak table, meanwhile, the human on the other side of the table didn't seem too pleased and at one point even slammed his arm down on the table, making some credits fall off the table, which didn't please the Ithorian.

In what seemed like an hour, the fluid drained from the tank and the tank opened, and the face equipment on Shi had been removed, he walked out from the tank and was met by some well dressed Pauans.

"Welcome, sir, your ship crashed in a shopping district, it will cost you some credits to fix the damage, and your ship, of course, in fact, I would want to find a place to work off your debts, however, I won't keep you here, I wouldn't want to upset the only wookie on the planet. But, I will need some form of payment, credits will do fine, would you mind reaching into one of your pouches and grabbing me about 500? That will do absolutely fine."

The wookie seemed almost confused, having forgot of the events beforehand, they had all flooded back, the ship, the escape, the escape... The pursuer. He had handed the Pauan and made his way out.

 

[Saureen]

Saureen took a deep breath, calming down as quickly as he had heated up. He had a hunter, now all he needed was muscle. It was good he had brought the extra cash for protection, it didn't seem like there were many like [member="Bengalo Chergari"], and Saureen didn't have time to waste waiting for junk hunters. He unclenched his hand and drew back his other, putting on his mask as he spoke,

"Then it seems we have a deal. I'll hire the muscle, you'll find the mask, and everyone gets paid."

He held out his hand, covered in pinkish patches and old lesions, for her to shake. Once they sorted through that, Saureen leaned from his chair to take a gander at the two behind [member="Bengalo Chergari"]. The human seemed fit enough, and he carried weapons, but the Gen'dai was the real prize. Just a look at him discouraged most from getting on his wrong side, save for that unfortunate Rodian of course. Finally he stood up from the chair and stopped where [member="Ala'Tir"] and [member="Avin Starfire"] sat. Saureen nodded towards them,

"You two wanna make a quick buck. If you stand behind me and shorty over here, look menacing and keep the bad spirits away, I'll give you some credits."

Saureen motioned towards the patrons of the cantina, "Better than sticking around this place."

 

[Ala'Tir]

Ala'Tir overheard the confrontation between the two next to him, but just as soon as it had started, it had ended. Wait, was the cat referring to him and Jim?

Next thing he knew, the strange man in a mask was offering the two of them jobs for standing around and looking tough.

"Er, it's a pleasure to meet you too. What am I looking at, in terms of payment? Furthermore, I will not kill or physically assault anyone unless I am forced to."

The Gen'Dai glanced over at his new friend, Jim, to see if he was interested in the offer. If he wasn't, he would probably decline, as he'd want at least one person he relatively trusts on the team.

[member="Saureen"]
@Shi-Tarnan_Wookie
[member="Bengalo Chergari"]
[member="Avin Starfire"]