Mantell Me [Bar/Vendor/Mingle Thread]

[Sannika Brynn]

Shore leave was the bomb! The Rogue pilots were not exactly the most privileged when it came to taking vacations and the like, but today was one of Sannika's days in the sunshine, and she was going to drain every last drop of daylight doing something. It was not like the Alliance was stingy about breaks or anything. They just were not exactly welcome all the time.

The super short pilot was having a time of it, strolling through the markets of Ord Mantell and sampling some of this and that. Her cargo pants had gotten a fair amount of dirt on them today with all the crowds kicking up dust near the farmer's market area and the specialty services block near the edge of town. Sannika shivered a bit as she remembered the tangle of rather organic 'trophies' one of those 'forceful messengers' had wrapped around her waist. Bounty hunters are everywhere.

The tukian twi'lek pulled at her bomber jacket to make it all snug. It was still a bit of a size too big for her. Pilots were not often the tallest of people, but they usually exceeded the measly one hundred forty-nine centimeters that was Rogue Three's height. It set her apart, though, she supposed. And people were more inclined to help her out with things.

Like the way they helped her out of the cantina as soon as she set foot in the establishment. "Hey! I'm not a kid!" she exclaimed as she was shoved back out into the streets.

[member="Kelictu Moreantu"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"Well-" he'd say walking into the cantina, his coat tails rippling with the artificial breeze coming in from one of the adjacent vents, a cigar puffing wisps of silver grey smoke curl and dance their way through the bulk of his parted lip's, hazy air spills out as if excited to escape the gentle pull of his breath. "-Thraxis, what we got 'ere. Some snug bar that'll enjoy giving the Jackals donations I bet."​

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[member="Thraxis"]​

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would look to the captain, "Looks like we got a little straggler trying to get into the bar." Thraxis would say, looking at the girl with a heart-warming smile, "Well then, come on, you want to have a pint with us, your welcomed I assure you." the same smile never vanishing from his face.

[member="Sannika Brynn"]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Kelictu Moreantu]

Kelictu never really liked cantinas, always got him aggressive around others, and this was no acception. He was served no drink and nearly got into a fight with a small human in the cantina, only to be "escorted" by "security" out of the establishment, even though he got no drink whatsoever. "why is it so hard to find a cantina where the rules don't say 'humans only'? is that so difficult?"

As Kelictu started to walk away from the building, he saw two men huddled over a short Twi'lek girl. must of been from the bar,maybe they're trying to get more than just a private dance from her. He walked up behind them, slightly towering over them by at least a foot, and tapped both their shoulders. "Gentlemen, I think she's on break from her business inside...i suggest you go try an...older one, saw one who's looking for some men like you two to have some...'fun' with..." He was clearly mis-interpreting the situation, thinking two drunk men were trying to get a small Twi'lek girl to dance for them, like the ones in the cantina. @ Sannika Brynnhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/4922-sannika-brynn/

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic looked around Ord Mantell, it had been a day of exploration for him, having a day off from clearing up the streets of Nar Shaddaa. Yuroic decided to get a drink when he saw a short Twi'lek shoved from the cantina, he tilted his head slightly, she was short for certain but so were so many other races, ewoks for example.

Yuroic went to approach the girl when he notice two Bounty Hunters arriving first, in fact he noticed the cigar smoking one first, remembering from Tatoonine. He didn't like the fact that he had crossed paths with this man again. He waited to see if they went inside, he decided he might follow them as he was curious why they were here.

[member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would look to him, "Sir I believe you have misread the situation, this young women was trying to get into the cantina, we are just about to go in ourselves and invited her for a pint." Thraxis would look to the man, a genuine smile reaching from ear to ear, "If you want, you can come for a pint with us, we really have no ill intent." He would say, standing stern, not intimidated by the mans towering stature.

[member="Kelictu Moreantu"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"You know it ain't right to poach what has already been caught." he'd say his lash like tongue running over his teeth feeling and removing debri with a pucker deep throat spit. "Not right at all." he'd say his ashen flecked finger's pulling his cigar from his mouth his thumb and forefinger bending flicking it at Kelictu Moreantu. "Not right." he'd say turning to look at the Twilik, his tongue running the length of his lips in an oval leaving a thin line of saliva.​

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[member="Kelictu Moreantu"]​

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan's head would pop out from inside the cantina. "Cap'n! I got us a ta-" His sentence would cut off as he sees Kelictu standing close to Flannigan and Thraxis. He would begin to pace towards the small group.
[member="Thraxis"] [member="Kelictu Moreantu"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would look to the captain, "Uh... sir, I think I must of trailed off from what our original goal was, I thought it was to get donations, I don't belive we need to capture this young women." Thraxis would be staring at the captain in a confused manner, taking a step back, "Now captain, I might be known as scum, but I am no slaver, if you want to enslave, you do it without my consent!" Thraxis would begin to walk back, motioning the girl to stand behind him, Thraxis, showing his twin Blaster Pistols, readying for an ensuing fight.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"Thraxis, you were willin' to pull that trigger on those moisture farms, blew their heads right off you did." he'd say snapping his finger's together with an audible click he'd tap his sausage like finger's on Thraxis, chest. "I'll let you play hero, she ain't worth the effort." he'd say turning to move into the cantina with a throaty laugh.​

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[member="Thraxis"] [member="Sannika Brynn"]​

 

[Thraxis]

"I said I'm scum captain, but there is a difference to me, a life of no joy, is no life at all, this girl isn't being enslaved, enough Twil'ek's have been enslaved as is, got it captain, I kill, I don't enslave." Thraxis would say, his faces smile had long since withered away, his body's expression becoming stern and his face starting to show signs of anger.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[CrypticNoodle]

Thiarr pokes his head out of the cantina Giving Yuroic a burrowing glance. He turns to re-enter the tavern Catching up to his fellow Jackal members.




[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Sannika Brynn]

Oh, boy. She had garnered a lot more attention than a short little twi'lek should ever want. It seemed as if the entire patronage of the cantina was gathered around her--some with friendly faces, and some with faces that were too friendly. Oh, and most of them had guns. "Yeah, uh!" she stammered, trying to come up with a nice way to leave this bunch. "I didn't even want a drink, y'know?"

Surprisingly, it was the Barabel who seemed to be the most comforting presence, warning the other guys to back off. She edged over to his side of the group, keeping her eyes cemented on the creepiest of the bunch who seemed to be a 'captain'--and apparently looking for a new slave girl to have around. She really should start carrying weapons on her from now on. "Go play in a toilet, 'Captain'."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Kelictu Moreantu"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"]

 

[Kelictu Moreantu]

Kelictu would notice that a lot of the same people who agreed on kicking him out of the cantina were outside, along with the small twi'lek girl he saw earlier move towards him. He starts getting protective of her a bit (as if he hasn't been like that already) and acts like a boundary between the men who were too friendly to her and her, then leaning over and whispering to her "maybe we should head off...they are gonna take advantage of such a cute little Twi'lek like yourself...my name's Kelictu by the way...but now that formalities are aside, i'll escort you away from here...so act like you know me...like i'm your adoptive father or something...but what you come up with, i'll follow along. Besides..this cantina's got a humans only rule anyway..."

Kelictu would offer her his hand, that way they could play off some ploy to get her away from the group of drunks and players. @ Sannika Brynnhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/4922-sannika-brynn/

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"Now that's no way to speak to a cap'n. You see me and my men here have done away with moisture farmers for less, and they serve a purpose you don't." he'd say his tongue rolling around his mouth letting out a throaty groan spitting up the flem like contents of his mouth onto the ground. "Must 'ave caught something. Anyway you've offended me and my men's pride, now its a cheap thing our pride but its still worth something. Cough up some cred or we'll leave you coughing on the ground in a pool of your own sick, I don't need to remind you we've got the numbers."

[member="Sannika Brynn"]​

 

[Kelictu Moreantu]

Kelictu looks at the supposed captain as if he's asking for Alderaan, not because of him asking for credits, but for him to try to find an excuse so then he can threaten him in the first place. "fine, fine...i don't really mind it right now...i got some creds to spare; how much you want? 50,100,200 maybe?" He was willing to give the men credits, as long as the Twi'lek girl didn't get into some slave trade operation, since so many Twi'leks have gone through this, he didn't want a young Twi'lek to go through the same torment. [member="Sannika Brynn"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"That's a deal. See and I thought all the reasonable people left this rock." he'd say turning to his crew, his coat tails rippling with the multi-hued sewn patches. "See this fellow has just given us our drinkin' and whoring cred, say thank you." he'd muse with smug satisfaction.​

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[member="Kelictu Moreantu"]​

 

[Gavin XIII]

Gavin walked down the street, looking for something to do... And found a hell of a lot more to do than he was looking for. First of all, he was standing behind some raggedy old pirate man, and secondly, there was a dinosaur standing in front of a Twi'lek. Why did it always seem that the Thirteenth, the notorious bounty hunter, had to be the white knight who saved everybody?

In total silence, he padded up to one of the pirate crewers, and whipped him across the side of the head with his gun. The man crumpled at the blow. Another one screamed as his leg was suddenly Swiss-cheesed with blasterfire. Gavin looked around at the wide-eyed pirates, and shook his head. Idiots. One ran up with a knife and caught the big Sithspawn in the shoulder with a knife. If Sera had seen it, she would've rolled her eyes at Gavin like she usually did. The man with the knife stepped back, and got his Achilles tendon shot through.

"Now, captain... In case you didn't notice, you're outnumbered."

Gavin's ego knows no bounds.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Kelictu Moreantu"] [member="Sannika Brynn"]

 

[Thraxis]

"While that may be true, sir, you need to calm down, this situation needs to just, take a step back, cool down, maybe a nice bottle of booze, just, take a load off and calm down." Thraxis would say, his eyes widening as the situation worsened, gripping his twin blasters, getting worried that the situation is slowly growing out of control, though he would have no problem shooting some heads off and cracking some skulls.
[member="Gavin XIII"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"Ah. That isn't my crew." he'd say looking towards Gavin XIII, and than to his crew Fiarr Zikri'tvo, Thraxis and Cadan Tazi, he'd run his hand over the length of hair surrounding his chin. "Those were just some spacers, nothing to do with me looks like you ruined some lives here, we'll take our due the cred that were promised."

[member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Gavin XIII"]​