Mos Eisley Cantina Blues [Closed]

[Dusaro Dresari]

"Nothing is great about war. And i am saying that as a person who gets payed to be involved in conflict. And you wont hear me say its great. Not in a good way. Its terrible. It can also be very, very necessary. Some things cant, and i would say, shouldn't be solved peacefully. Which is why people like me exist, and bounty hunters. Same concept really. One gets payed to stop specific people. the other, to win and stop wars, battles. A broad generalization i know." Dusaro said, taking a drink. "Though i can understand at least the pull to help rather then kill. Which probably leaves me in some not so pretty looking moral place. But oh well." He said with an idle shrug.

He looked at the shirtless man out of amusement, before focusing back on Joshua as he spoke, nodding as he listened. "Yeah, i get the wanting people at your back who are motivated by the same things you are. But out of pride, i must say, something about being bought out. Its a matter of personal pride, not professional." He said, stretching his neck before speaking, meeting Joshua's look in the eyes. "When i get payed to do a job, i stay on that job. And when its done, i don't take jobs against former employers. And if i have a reason to kill someone who has employed me, i wont be payed to do it. They will be armed. And it wont be from their back that they get attacked. And they will know i am there." The point seemed like a sore spot to him. He had been both stabbed in the back before, and taught to never do such himself. He might do many things, but that is one he would not do. "Though actions speak louder then words, and no matter how seriously i speak, i cant well prove that to you. Though i know one things, keeping straight and not turning as a merc certainly pays better. How mercenary of me i know." He said in a joking tone to lighten up the air, smirking a bit.

"As for slavers... Yeah. I could get involved in that without a payment." He said without any hesitation, agreeing with his hate of them quite a good deal. Slavers were one of those personal reasons of his to go and fight.

"Oh, that was before i got here. I was asking cause i have been working here for a while, figured i might have seen you race. To long ago though." Dusaro said with a shrug.

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Ala'Tir"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"War is never necessary" He spoke calmly. "They just make you seem like it is. If a dictatorship becomes too much and people revolt, that's called a revolution. Not a war. War is just parties trying to take territory from one another, and drafting and sacrificing millions of lives to do it, and killing millions of innocent lives in the process. It's pathetic, in my eyes" He added, letting out a sigh. "But that's the problem - everyone thinks its necessary, so they do it on a whim because in their opinion it's necessary. Do you think they care about who dies because of their actions? No. It's a simple matter of greed leading to death. That's my opinion on war"

He nodded as he spoke about his morals and his code of honor. He was impressed, if he wasn't lying anyway. "You have a high moral standard for a mercenary. Someone like you would be better off finding honest work" The Jedi would respond curtly. "I wouldn't recommend Republic military myself, even if it's the next viable option up from mercenary work. Only reason they are, is because they're slightly better then the One Sith or the other military based political powers. All of them are corrupt or wrong in some fashion, even the Republic. But they're still slightly better. I'm purposely emphasizing the point of slightly" He would remark, chuckling a bit. "Looking at it, the only higher moral ground that you can go from there and still get paid enough to live on is being a Jedi. But it doesn't pay as much as the Republic, even if you're in the Republic's Jedi Order, although I wouldn't recommend you to the Republic's Jedi Order anyway by what I've heard. And you'd have to be Force Sensitive to even be looked at" He would add. "Sure, you're a keeper of the peace, and all, but it's a pretty exclusive club, and you wouldn't be doing it for money" He would explain.

"As for slavers... If you wish to accompany me next I go, feel free, I'll be in contact with you next time I'm heading out to deal with one" Josh would answer with a small smile. It was good to have a bit of help, he supposed. "Just be warned that you could be there for days or months depending on how many slave rings I find on the planet I pick. When I go to take out a planets slave trade, I'm not just going for one. I'm going for every single one I find" He warned. "I make a habit of it. I don't feel right not doing my job, even if I'm no longer a part of anything official" Josh would remark, scratching his head.

He smirked faintly when he mentioned him racing, and nodded. "It was a long time ago, yes. Nothing I do now. It was something I did to survive"

[member="Dusaro"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

An enormous cetacean stooped as he entered the bar. He wore a cobalt blue suit and had eyes as black as an ocean trench. He cleared his throat and began speaking a bass so deep that the very air seemed to vibrate.

"Hauum. Greetings gentle beings, just an announcement from the Techno Union. Our terraforming operations will begin momentarily. You'll be asked to vacate this building within the hour. No need to be afraid, Darkwater Security is here to ensure your safety. We appreciate your compliance."

He gave a smile that revealed far too many teeth.

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] | [member="Dusaro"]

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

"We will 'ave to disagree on the war part then. Some things i would go to war for. Like a war against a strong extremest group that refuse to change their ways, wrecking nothing but chaos on both their people and others. But that is a broad generalization, i know. Though we can agree on one thing. Many wars are needless and simply driven by greed. That i will agree on." Dusaro said, finishing off his drink.

"You say that about the Jedi, but i don't have the potential to become one. I know as i already checked. Though i tend to be much more militant then they would like. Runs in the blood one could say." He said with a snarl of amusement. "Though i don't really like the idea of joining any one places military. Beyond simply paying less, a nation can go from good to bad with just a very few leader changes. And as a soldier, you cant really just say 'im done with the contract' like you can as a freelance merc. But like this i can stay where i like more or less as long as i want, or until my employer goes bad. Which preferably never happens, but it can." The mercenary said with a shrug.

"I didn't figure it would be over in a few hours, hunting down slavers like that. So yeah, i am still willing to join in even with that said." He said, finishing off his second drink. "Any ide-"

As Dusaro started to speak, the large cetacean entered the room and spoke, and he looked over to Joshua. "Terraforming huh? Sounds like a cue to leave before getting stuck here much longer then i would like. When you find your next slave ring, just send a message my way through the instructions on that paper." Dusaro said, getting up and starting to head on out to his ship, glancing over to the cetacean. 'Big guy' He though to himself as he started to leave the cantina.

[member="Hion the Herglic"]

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"I wouldn't call that a war, I'd call that more of a crusade. But if war is the word you think should be used, you're welcome to it" The Jedi would respond casually, taking a sip of his drink with an off-handed yawn. He nodded to his revelation that he'd tried to see if he was force sensitive, and chuckle at his joke. But it was the bit about a nation going from good to bad with just a few leader changes part that really got him. He laughed. Hard. He laughed hysterically for a moment. Finally, he sipped his drink again and chuckled when he looked back at [member="Dusaro"] and grinned.

".... I know what you mean man. And trust me... I really really do know what you mean" He remarked, laughing still. How ironic...

But before they could finish their talk about taking down slavers, a certain "haumm" burst through the cantina, that sent shivers down his spine. There was only one man - er, whale, who spoke like that. Hion The Herglic.

The Techno Union? Since when did they have control over the planet, much less this cantina? As Hion would give his announcement, and patrons, including Dusaro, would begin to leave, instead, the Jedi marched straight toward the sound of the voice, stopping right in front of him. He could sense that same aura from the day Hion had died, one in the vein of Darth Orcus instead of Hion... But he thought the soulsaber's removal had cured him? This didn't make sense. How was he still alive? And why was it as though he hadn't gone back to normal?

When he stopped in front of him, he studied his face for a moment... To know that this wasn't some dream. But his face was stone cold.

"Hion" He spoke flatly, tilting his head. "I watched you die. What happened?"

[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

The Techno Union had gained control of Tatooine a long time ago, even before the series of scandals led to the change of name. Orcus hated this blasted planet. Terraforming would see these parched deserts purified into green and blue utopias. Well, several of them in any case. The Krayt Dragons of Labor, a labor union of moisture farmers, was currently protesting several of the terraforming projects. In response, the Techno Union had had to cut back. Vox populi and all that nonsense.

But the focus of Orcus' concern shifted the moment [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] approached.

A Jedi Master in Techno Union space. What was he doing here? Orcus smiled widely.

"Ah, the Grandmaster Who Ran. Hauum. What are the odds? One moment please."

Orcus held out a flipper to forestall further questions, then took out a commlink and dialed a number. "Port Authority? Excellent. This is Lord Orcus. What? No, no, I'm not here to shut down your spice smuggling. It appears we have a guest. A Jedi Master who goes by the name Joshua Dragonsflame. Impound his vessel if you find it and be wary of a dragon on the loose. Yes, a dragon. I want it alive if possible."

The bureaucrat-warrior stowed the commlink and looked down at Joshua.

"Now, what were you saying? Ah yes, my death. What a mystery."

The massassi symbols burnt into the back of his hands and forehead itched. He curled and uncurled a flipper.

"I was brought back. Several times. Now, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you in for questioning. Former Grandmaster running around on our planet while an important terraforming project is underway. It simply won't do. Merely a formality of course, but I'll have to contact the Department of the Law. Shmaol?"

A miserly looking karkarodon in a smart business suit slunk into the cantina.

"Contact [member="Adekos"], would you?"

"Of course, Mr. Orcus."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Orcus? So it was true then. Even without that soulsaber, he was no longer the Hion that he knew.

The Jedi only laughed at his attempt to hold him, his insults, and all of that. It didn't matter to him. "Grandmaster who ran... Funny, that. Says the so called man who ran away from a life that treated him well, to flock with terrorists. And here I thought it was the soulsaber holding you... I guess Kira and I were both just wrong about you" Joshua would remark with a smirk as he just walked right past Orcus.

"You can ask the bartender, I've been coming here on a regular basis for years to drink and chat, and today was no different. Unfortunately, you Techno Union folks have ruined my appetite for drinks here today, so I think I'll bid you farewell instead. There will be no holding for questioning, I won't be allowing a Sith to hold me for anything, much less questioning. If anyone tries to stop me, I'd suggest you keep them at bay if you value their safety. Knowing you Sith types, I doubt that" He remarked.

He looked back at Hion one last time, and shook his head in disdain.

"I mourned for you, Hion. But both you and the Republic Jedi Order have taught me what happens when you trust people" He spoke, a hint of sadness in his voice for a fleeting moment before he pushed past anyone that Orcus had around to keep him from leaving. If they tried to stop him, the next push past wouldn't be so gentle.

If Hion were to look for his apparently impounded vessel later, he would find it having already left, and any Techno Union members who had tried to stop him knocked unconscious.

-Exit Joshua DragonsFlame-

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] would find it very hard to leave with an eight hundred pound walking whale blocking the doorway.

"I'm afraid I can't let you leave."

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Meanwhile, on a ship with her current crew reading the most recent galactic updates as gathered by all the groups either she or her husband were associated with..

"The Krayt Dragons of labour?"

~Apparently so.~

"And they're protesting having their planet turned from a useless sandball into at least partially terraformed into productive and arable land because..?"

~I'm sure I don't know, obviously I am in favour of living, growing thing. The best part is that those up above who opposed it are also opposed to the Krayt Dragons.~

"So wait. There's disagreement in the mucky mucks about terraforming, and then the folks who are against it are also against the people who are against it?"

~Oui.~

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. So.. These are people who just get by on their connections and do not actually do any homework or look into things I take it?"

~One would assume.~

"Bit bloody presumptuous to think you can tell other folks what they can and cannot do if they have the credits and resources for it anyway. Is it a Monarchy? Does Tatooine have royals now? This happens a lot with them. Give them a stupid hat and suddenly they think they actually control every aspect of a planet instead of just having a little sway maybe if they play nice. Thing about that is you do it enough and people get fed up."

~Pitchforks, torches, razed castles, oui, this is the subject of many very good holo-dramas. Or at least, very, what is the term? Bodice-rippy. I always found them a little badly written, for surely no one with real power would be so tres stupid, but art imitates life as they say. I do not think it is a monarchy though.~

"Small mercies."