Mos Eisley Cantina Blues [Closed]

[Dusaro Dresari]

Joshua could if he looked closely, see a grin that revealed his teeth in an animal like display. The feeling he gave off if Joshua was perceptive and looking, was like a person with wild, animal instincts, controlled with an iron will. Three fingers slowly tapped down onto the table, in time with the armored man reaching in, grabbing, and pulling something out of his coat.

What happened next was fast. Dusaro's raised legs kicked off from the bar, sending himself back into Devaronian, who cried out in surprise, firing off a wild shot at the ceiling as he was thrown backwards onto the ground. As soon as he landed, he twisted his body and spun around, starting to engage in a direct, close range brawl. One that Dusaro currently had the advantage in.

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

As soon as the first shot was fired, the Jedi didn't wait long to let this fight go on. He would step off his chair and immediately, as soon as the bartender's eyes turned to the Jedi, hoping he'd end this before they trashed the bar, a burning sphere erupted from the Jedi's hand, which he tossed between the two, causing it to let out a small explosion of flames upon impact with the floor between them.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" The Jedi would shout. Not in a fully angry tone, no, he didn't usually do that. But the tone was intimidating and fierce enough to sound angry, as his hood would fall from his head and he irritably stepped toward the two. "If you're going to fight, take it out of the bar. We won't be having any of that in here!" He would bark.

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[Dusaro Dresari]

Dusaro felt something ping at the edge of his mind as Joshua got up and started to move, though he wasn't in a position to heed it. The bounty hunter attempted to bring the pistol to aim but Dusaro knocked it out of his hand, his right arm going in for a punch at his head. Or so it seemed, but at the last second, right as he saw the ball coming in out of the corner of his eye, he slapped the Devaronian's coat on the inside.

As the sphere blew up, he leapt back in surprise, his lips pulling back and snarling for a moment, before going back, his body lightly scorched, the Devaronian a bit more burned. (In case I read it wrong, it looked like it would only be mild burns yeah? If more i can edit it in)

Before Dusaro could say anything, the Devaronian bounty hunter got up and ran away, leaving a very pissed Dusaro, who was snarling out the door where he left. "Kriffing retard of a bounty hunter. Spoiled a damn good drink." Though if Dusaro was the one to be saying that, was very questionable.

"Sorry about the mess. Get everyone a round will ya'?" He said, tossing the bartender a small pouch of credits. More or less enough to get everyone in the bar a round of drinks. After that, he looked at Joshua.

"Never seen a bouncer tossing fire balls before." Even as he spoke he was keeping an eye on the crowds reaction, and if the free round of drinks for all would be enough to get everyone to simmer down, or if he would just need to simply leave before finishing his drink.

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[Josh Dragovalor]

The Jedi would watch as the Bounty Hunter would run away. By the looks of it, he'd just interrupted some attempt to catch a bounty, judging by how armored the guy was, and the fact he'd attacked the guy without any sort of provocation. That would also explain why the bartender had given that signal. He'd been paid off.

He watched as the hunted lad would decide to pay for a round. The blonde would shrug casually, a round was fine with him, as well as anyone else. A round for everyone would calm down the element here. But to the man's words toward him, he started to laugh.

"I'm not a bouncer" He would remark in response. "The bartender's a friend of mine. Nor do I appreciate the idea of barfights over... Well, whatever was going on" He said. "So, what was the fight between you guys for?" He would ask with a casual shrug. "Lover's squabble?"

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[Dusaro Dresari]

Feeling the bar loose some of the tension, he relaxed a bit himself, stretchering his neck and popping a joint. He seemed oddly content to let the man run off after the attempt, though he appeared to be an odd man regardless. The laughing made Dusaro raise an eyebrow, and when he finished what he had to say, it was his turn to laugh in amusement.

"Lovers squabble? I 'aint gonna be found tussling with anything with horns like that." He said with an amused smirk. "Nah, pissed off someone on my last job probably. I knew someone was tailing me earlier, so i came inside to loose 'em. The rest you already know. Turns out people take exception to Merc's who do good jobs. Who knew." After picking his drink up and taking a swallow, he looked over to [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] . "So. Who are you exactly? Im Dusaro."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Tension wasn't something you wanted in a bar. Especially when it comes to a bar on Tatooine of all places. Starting a bar fight here? Might as well just throw a thermal detonator in here and watch the bodies pile up. It was the man reason he had stepped in. It was necessary to keep the peace.

Why did he use his pyrokinesis? He wasn't sure. The Jedi just felt it was the right thing to use in order to stop these two goons from causing an uproar and making the environment here a lot worse then it already was.

Hmm... So it was a bounty hunter and hunted issue. Mercenaries seemed to find themselves making enemies despite their freelance ties. It was funny, really. They had no real reason to put a bounty on them. Put the bounty on their contractors. It was easier then having to deal with a man that was armed and dangerous.

But he supposed not everyone was that smart.

"Joshua. A pleasure" he would greet gingerly, holding out his hand in greeting.

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Joshua's stepping in had helped in settling things down, so he didn't mind the break in the fight too badly looking back on it. Though he was wondering what exactly that fire ball was, that could wait for the moment.

"Joshua eh? Good to meet ya." He said, shaking his hand, and taking a seat again, gesturing for him to take one as well, taking out a datapad but not turning it on yet. "So if ya' dont mind me inquiring, what brings you out into this place?" He asked, legitimately curious. He wasn't going to try and ask who Joshua was, as he probably wouldn't get any answer at all from that.

After a moment, his datapad beeped, and he turned on the screen, which showed some co-ordinates, which were slowly changing.


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[Josh Dragovalor]

"Good to meet you as well, Dusaro" He remarked in response with a small smirk crossing his face. It wasn't often that he met people that weren't trying to kill him in this cantina. But it was a good thing, right? The fireball? Well, that had just been something he'd trained with on the side.

He would nod toward the man's offer to take a seat nearby. As Sturdurst had left, by the looks of it, and he'd already finished his drink on the other table, he'd order a new drink, which after he'd dealt with the situation, the bartender was happy to oblige in pouring and handing them both their drinks.

"Oh, not much" He remarked with a casual shrug, in response to his question. "Bartenders a friend, one of the more preferred cantinas" He added. "Just decided to stop by for a drink since I was in the area"

He noted the man's datapad beeped, and just casually sipped his drink.

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[Dusaro Dresari]

"Fair enough reason to stop by a cantina." He said, working on his current drink while looking at his datapad. "I like this cantina. Not sure if it likes me though." He said, giving the bartender a look of apologetic amusement, before looking back to Joshua. "Though i have a question for you." He asked in a slightly more serious tone. Not a lot of one, but enough to show he meant what he was saying and asking about. "How did you do that fire ball earlier?" Dusaro asked, and while he had suspensions, he didn't know for certain, and so if the man was willing to share, he wanted to know.

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[Josh Dragovalor]

"Always good to stop by for a drink, no?" The Jedi would answer as he would sip his drink, watching as the man typed on his datapad. "Well, let's see. You came in here, and before long, you're attacked by what seems to be a bounty hunter.... And now you're drinking with a random stranger. So... Mixed bag, no?" He would crack.

To the man's question, he chuckled. "Well... Simple, really. Someone I met saw I had a gift for it, so... He taught me when I asked. Simple as that" He remarked. "Then I trained on my own. Simple as that" He added. It was the easiest way to say "Well, I have the Force, and that guy had the Force, and I could do that stuff in the Force so he showed me how to do that with the Force" without exposing the fact he was a Jedi.

"And why was that bounty hunter chasing you exactly? What job did you do that made him decide to go for you instead of the one who gave you the job?" He would ask in return.

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[Dusaro Dresari]

"A good place for a drink indeed." He said, just keeping an eye on the datapads numbers every now and then for the moment, chuckling in amusement at the crack. "Something like that it would seem. Who knows what i will pull out of the mysterious bag known only as the Tatooine Cantina."

He nodded at what the man said, figuring that was it. "Thought it was something like that." He said with a simple shrug, not really caring about the fact that he was a force user to much.

"As for why the bounty hunter is after me specifically? Eh, something of a vendetta. I 'ome from a family of Mercenaries ya see. My family and that guy never have gotten along. Combine that with the fact that i have been blocking his various nefarious attempts in my jobs, and he has gotten right 'kriffing mad at me. Amusing really. And before you ask why he hasn't tried to pay me off, its cause the last time he tried i sent his messenger back too 'em. In a body bag."

Dusaro had his own sense of honor, pride and morals. And he refuse to change his allegiance for more pay.

"Though that brings up a curious question. Do you need a Mercenary?"

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[Toast]

"Another drink barkeep!"

Riley handed over the credits and waited patiently.

He coughed as he looked around, shirtless as always he got a couple of strange looks, he liked to smile at them with his crooked teeth. As he returned his attention to the barkeep, who returned asking for a couple of more credits.

"I think you miscounted there barkeeper," he replied darkly, suddenly he chuckled, "here you go man!".

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"Not sure how you can compare a cantina to a bag, but I suppose I hear you there" The Jedi joked with a small smirk. "But it's a good place to drink, regardless, you know? Sure, it's not the SAFEST place in the galaxy... But then what is? Everywhere from local cantinas to even bloody Jedi Temples, which I've visited once or twice on business, no place is safe. So... I guess you just gotta deal with the hand you're dealt, y'know?"

The bartender nodded toward the weird shirtless man as he served his drink, just nodding when he would mention the extra credits or whatever. Joshua would look toward the shirtless guy and raise an eyebrow. "My point exactly" Josh would speak toward Dusaro with a laugh.

"Ah... So it's a family thing" He remarked when the man would speak of why the hunters were after him. "Never fun business... I remember when the Black Sun, or whatever the hell their name was had a bounty on my head... They took it down at some point, but it was over stupid political reasons. Everybody in a select group had a bounty, even if they weren't involved in the why and the how. They even put bounties on kids to be brought to their homeworld for torture. It was just a mess. So petty" He remarked with roll of his eyes. "Kind of glad I'm away from the politics. It shows you how idiotic people can be"

He couldn't help but start laughing when he asked about work. "No... No no no... No offense, friend. But I'm a working man... I don't hire mercenaries. I want something done... I do it myself. Besides, you've seen me and what I can do. Why would I need mercenaries when I can do the job better?" He would ask.

[member="Riley Jinn"] [member="Dusaro"]

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

He made a small sound of amusement at the bag comment, nodding at the rest, agreeing quite thoroughly, though for probably different reasons. "No place is safe, that i have learned in my line of work. Some places are less safe then others, but no place is safe. Though if you want to liken life unto cards, lets go with Pazzak. The card dealer is never a friend and the other guy is always cheating." The Mercenary said in a rough, though joking and light tone. " 'Least it can feel that way some times."

He gave his own glace at the oddly shirtless man, raising an eyebrow and nodding as the bartender dealt with him. "Indeed." He said with a short, amused laugh.

"Black suns put a bounty on a scruffy head like yours?" He said with a snort of amusement. "Though i did hear something about that a while back. Nothing to specific, i was doing a job at the time. Even kids though? Sounds like someone i wouldn't mind shooting for free." The comment on politics made him grimace, his nose wrinkling up. "Dont bring up politics in the company of good drink. You might spoil it eh?" Dusaro said, giving his distaste for such things right openly and plainly. Such things were a waste of time as far as he was concerned.

"Why would you need a mercenary? Many reasons. When one person no matter how skilled isn't enough. When you need someone else to be in another place for you that you cant be. Or maybe just 'cause you seem like the kind of person who might need help, and draws trouble. Not just any working man can toss fire balls." He said simply. "Doesn't matter if you cant think of a need to hire now. Its the then, the future that is important, and having ties to call for some good ol' Mercenary aid if you need it." He was being genuine. He got the feeling that Joshua was the kind of person who might need a man of his skills. There was no deception or trickery in his voice. And so, Joshua would find a simple piece of paper with a calling card on it push against his elbow. "Least, that's my take on it. That and i am looking to get off world anyways, so." He said with a shrug and a light hearted smirk.

As for what compelled Dusaro to make this odd suggestion... He himself didn't know. But he could feel his instincts telling him to do so, and they had not failed him before, and he would trust them now. This was something Joshua might perhaps be able to pick up on in the force is he was 'feeling' him in the force.

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[Ala'Tir]

Ala'Tir walked into the cool, dark cantina. It was quite the sensation to be burning your nerve endings off in superheated armor one second and the next to chill out. The Gen'Dai never liked the hot. The twin suns of Tatooine were nearly unbearable to him for long periods of time. This bar was an oasis for him, a little piece of heaven, and although he didn't drink, Ala'Tir could at least soak in the atmosphere and sip on a cool water.
"Barkeep, a water, please."
The armored figure said this out in a monotone, scratchy voice, the product of his helmet, designed for anonymity. He took a seat at the main bar. Even seated, he still towered over the bartender, casting quite the intimidating figure as the water and credits were exchanged. Ala'Tir was a friendly individual, however, as he was about to demonstrate as he looked around for someone to make small talk with...
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[Toast]

The barkeep placed a mug of one of his cheapest drinks, Riley placed the mug to his nose, sniffing it, the smell was strong, just like what his father used to brew when he was a child. The scent had a hint of berries, or maybe nuts.
Slowly he moved the alcoholic liquid to his lips.

Just as he was about to take a gulp he overheard someone order water, Riley looked down slightly down the bar and noticed a massive armoured person, a lot bigger than himself.
'Holy cow!' He thought.

Waving frantically with the mug still in hand he yelled, "He's frickin' huge!"

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

It appeared that the cantina had suddenly become quite lively. While it had been quieter not too long ago, people were now coming in and the noise level was increasing. It irritated him slightly, but the Jedi Master was quite used to it at this point. But he chuckled when he pointed out the flaws of the Black Sun. "They're a quirky lot, indeed. I was a military man back then" He half-truthed. "I was involved with the Republic when they were at war with the Sith Empire and the Black Sun at the same time. Just goes to show just how crooked the Black Sun was, huh? Allying with the Sith Empire. We all know what happened when the Empire had a dictatorship over the galaxy. It's kind of easy to see the true colors of someone daft enough to fully ally with them in war" He remarked, rolling his eyes. "And that's even without the stupid bounties, the children, the torture, etc, etc"

What was with the shirtless guy yelling? The blonde would shoot the man a look, and a raised eyebrow. He'd just gotten here and he was already acting like he was wasted off his ass!

"I apologize for bringing up politics. But I figure cold hard facts, like how the Empire and Black Sun were awful, is pretty direct, not complicated like politics can be" The blonde remarked with a casual shrug. "As for your offer..." He began as he thought over the man's argument. "Backup could be nice in some situations... But the problem is money. I'm not a wealthy man by any means. And any credits I'm gaining are going toward living expenses, and keeping my ship flying so I can keep doing what I do. Hell, I'm only drinking as much as I do here because I'm discounted pretty well due to a favor back when I used to be a podracer here" He would add. "It's how I met the bartender. I used to be a poor kid living here, while some fatso used my racing talents to get credits for himself while I got paid peanuts out of my winnings, all so I had a machine to use to do so. He didn't pay me enough to eat or drink, so the bartender gave me good discounts in exchange for stories. I still tell him them today, though they're mostly older ones" He explained. "I'm not as active on the field as I used to be"

So a former podracer, a former Republic military man, and at one point a poor kid living on Tatooine. That wasn't a lie at all, but it was a good cover for who he really was.

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

"A war i wouldn't have minded getting involved with it sounds like, against Sith especially. I was... Elsewhere, out of the loop for a while on a job. Only heard bits and pieces, still picking some of those pieces up as you can tell." He said with a wry smirk. While being away had its upsides, it also had its notable, and quite annoying, downsides. Like having to scavenge around for what others considers common information. Which when one is out of the loop for a few years, can quickly become surprisingly hard to pin down exactly what happened. Though it also meant one had a more unbiased view to examine happenings, so perhaps it wasn't all that bad.

As Dusaro heard the yelling he gave an annoyed glance at the man, and then at the towering giant in armor, and a toothy grin of amusement spread across his face. Mostly because he had the image of the giant one idly picking up the shirtless man with his hand and tossing him out of the bar. An amusing, though unlikely mental image.

"True true. I worded myself badly." Dusaro conceded with a nod. "Plain things like that yeah. Just things that are more entwined in batha podo get under ones skin. Everyone's skin really." The podracer part surprised him a good deal, and he gave him a look over again, raising an eyebrow. "You were a pod racer here? How long ago exactly if you don't mind me asking." Dusaro asked, his curiosity quite peaked. "Though as far as money goes..." Dusaro pondered something for a moment before shaking his head. "Nah. You probably wouldn't have the time for giving me some instruction." Though Dusaro worded that very specifically, it was slightly different the how he normally spoke. A proverbial cue to Joshua that this is what Dusaro was much more interested in. But worded in a way that could be dismissed by others, or even Joshua if he simply didn't want to delve deeper into it, and how Dusaro meant it.

(Written past my sleeping time, so forgive any odd wording or the like.)

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[Ala'Tir]

Ala'Tir looked at the shirtless man waving a mug around and raised an open palm to say hello. The Gen'Dai took a seat, by chance, close to the two men conversing. He ordered a water from a server droid. Alcohol led to violence, and this particular philosopher abhorred violence. He listened to the two humans talking as Ala'Tir waited for his drink. He was here to relax and perhaps make some new friends.
The water arrived. Ala'Tir quickly raised his helmet to take a sip, briefly revealing a fanged mouth and tucked bat ears before lowering the glass and armor again. He hoped no one had seen that. The Gen'Dai wore full armor for a reason. Most didn't react kindly to his kind, if they even knew what he was. "The sins of a few....", Ala'Tir muttered to himself. His species was a normally peaceful, nomadic people. Most of the galaxy believed them to be savages, however, fueled only by blood and death thanks to the few of his race who became bloodthirsty mercenaries and soldiers, slandering the Gen'Dai name.
His father, unfortunately, was one of them.
It was for reasons like this that Ala'Tir was so careful in concealing his identity, for the most part. There were the few who actually knew his species' true motivations and motives, but he did not expect to find anyone like that here.
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[Josh Dragovalor]

"Eh, war is always the same. It's stuffy, nothing to be interested in. I didn't want to be there, but duty called" He spoke, rolling his eyes. "I don't see why people get so excited about war. What's so great about people dying, and robbing their families of a husband, of a wife, of a son, of a daughter, of a brother, of a sister, of a father, of a mother? I would have rather been elsewhere, helping people instead of killing people" Joshua would respond with a matter-of-fact sort of tone.

He ignored Shirtless Jones as he listened to the man's next statement and nodded in kind. "Plain and simple, I can't afford to hire you, backup or not. That's the honest truth" He remarked honestly. "Not to mention... The things that I do... If I'm bringing backup, I need someone with the same motivations as me. Someone not so... Or just motivated by money... Won't do the job as well. So if I can't find someone like that, I'm better off doing the job myself because I know I'll do it right" He added. "And besides..." He began, chuckling a bit. "If you can buy them... So can the enemy. And I've been backstabbed so many times that I've wisened up. I don't risk it if I can help it. Besides... It's a waste of a life" He would add cryptically, flashing an ominous little smile for a moment as he looked over at him. "It doesn't matter where I am with my sense of honor, or my habits of mercy... If you stab me in the back, I stab you between the eyes. If you don't finish the job when you do it, I'll finish the job without an inch of hesitation"

"But..." He began, chuckling. "If you hate slavers as much as I do... Then perhaps sometime I'll give you a call. You won't get any credits out of it, sure... But neither do I"

He thought for a moment on the podracer subject before coming to a conclusion. "I'd say... 2, 3 years ago? Why?"

@Dusaro @Ala'Tir