Makkik nodded several times, and took out the Push Device, quickly putting it on his arm. Though it was meant to be worn like a gauntlet over a human-sized being's hand, on a Jawa it went up to Makkik's elbow "Ooooh! Yes,yes,watch! Watch!" Makkik suddenly turned, aimed it at [member="Cross Ikon"], and fired. A pressor field jumped from the end of it, acting much like a minor force push, and probably making Cross stumble. The Jawa, smiling, quickly turned back to [member="Cambry Benjamyn"]. "Seesee? Good! Likeaforcie! Howmanyyoouwant?"
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Gabriel Audemars
Cassus Vhonte
At least someone knew who he was. But the guy who didn't didn't seem like the kinda guy he wanted to be hanging around with. He looked criminal...Excessively criminal, no one else would have such a decked out gun. He secretly hoped that this guy wasn't a Black Sun member, he had several run ins with those guys and it never ended well. "First off: I don't enjoy being called a scoundrel. Second: I'm more of a puckish rogue." He half-joked, cigarette burning from a hole in his mask and his voice distorted by the helmet.
He decided to turn his attention from the man with the terrible choice in hair color and turn his attention to his fellow Mandalorian. "You alright, vod? Almost got turned into paste." He joked. Still not removing his helmet, preferring that his identity be concealed, especially in this kind of scum-sucking wasteland.
He also saw that the man was examining various weapons and objects from a Jawa salesman, very hit or miss, either you get a bargain or an absolute hunk of crap. He was gonna see how this ended up. In the meantime, he signalled to the barman to pour him a drink, pointing to the whisky bottle on the counter. He had better find a job sooner or later before he considered just robbing the richest and dirtiest looking person here.
He then saw the "Pushglove", what did this do? He also hoped that that wasn't pointed at him. But he then saw it in action against the crappy-beard dude. That's what it did.
@Makkik @Cambry Benjamyn [member="Cross Ikon"] @Xenia Nastassia
He decided to turn his attention from the man with the terrible choice in hair color and turn his attention to his fellow Mandalorian. "You alright, vod? Almost got turned into paste." He joked. Still not removing his helmet, preferring that his identity be concealed, especially in this kind of scum-sucking wasteland.
He also saw that the man was examining various weapons and objects from a Jawa salesman, very hit or miss, either you get a bargain or an absolute hunk of crap. He was gonna see how this ended up. In the meantime, he signalled to the barman to pour him a drink, pointing to the whisky bottle on the counter. He had better find a job sooner or later before he considered just robbing the richest and dirtiest looking person here.
He then saw the "Pushglove", what did this do? He also hoped that that wasn't pointed at him. But he then saw it in action against the crappy-beard dude. That's what it did.
@Makkik @Cambry Benjamyn [member="Cross Ikon"] @Xenia Nastassia
Cambry Owens
A Pseudo-Mandolorian. Sort of.
Cambry seemed to appreciate the demonstration, and nodded almost immediately, reaching back to open a kind of rucksack. "I'll take one, sound good?" He ventured, in a neutral/friendly tone of voice.
He knew decent tech when he saw it. Even if it broke immediately after, there were parts here that were of use. Win-win, either way.
He knew decent tech when he saw it. Even if it broke immediately after, there were parts here that were of use. Win-win, either way.
The spacer gave a simple nod in Gabriel's direction regarding his words, and then pulled his helmet the rest of the way over his head, closing his features in the iconic headgear. Only then did he look over to the other man in Mando'ade apparel.
"Yeah, thanks for the help. Vod." He coughed, somewhat muffled by the helm. "What...brings you out here, then?" He scanned the cantina once more, before looking back to the Jawa in preparation to hand over what credits were agreed upon.
"Yeah, thanks for the help. Vod." He coughed, somewhat muffled by the helm. "What...brings you out here, then?" He scanned the cantina once more, before looking back to the Jawa in preparation to hand over what credits were agreed upon.
[member="Gabriel Audemars"]
[member="Makkik"]
Makkik smiled wide under his veil, and nodded several times at [member="Cambry Benjamyn"]. "Yes,yes,you'llwantone! Hmmm....Aprice,Aprice! Howmuchyougot,Hmm? Hmm?" The Jawa smiled, holding up the push device. Suvian Sciences sold these things for 5,000 credits a piece, but he doubted he'd get that much for it. Then again, he really didn't need the credits. He was practicaly rich with all the work he'd done for Suvian. This was more for fun then anything. "Hmmm?"
Cambry Owens
A Pseudo-Mandolorian. Sort of.
"Enough." His expression was impossible to perceive through the T-shaped visor that glared back at the Jawa. "How's 1000 sound?" He low-balled diplomatically, settling into a balanced sort of posture.
A random patron at the bar seemed increasingly uneasy with the two men in Mando garb, and hurriedly pushed his credits into the bartenders reach before abandoning his seat. He skittered away into the mass of chattering patrons, making a burly Talz nearby him give a snorting, buzzing sort of laugh through it's proboscis.
Makkik tilted his head to the side. He didn't paticularly care how many credits he got off this; it was the actual haggling and selling that was fun. But he wasn't going to settle for that!
"No,no.... They'reworthtentimesthat! Haveyoueverseenanythinglikethis? Hmm? Whatifsomeonethrowsagrenadeatyou? Youpupoodooback! Likeaforcie! Nooooo. Fivethousand!
Makkik smiled under his veil. He knew he wouldn't get anything like that, but again, he hardly cared.
[member="Cambry Benjamyn"]
Edit: Tried to type push it without a space... and the swearblocker got it... My bad.
"No,no.... They'reworthtentimesthat! Haveyoueverseenanythinglikethis? Hmm? Whatifsomeonethrowsagrenadeatyou? Youpupoodooback! Likeaforcie! Nooooo. Fivethousand!
Makkik smiled under his veil. He knew he wouldn't get anything like that, but again, he hardly cared.
[member="Cambry Benjamyn"]
Edit: Tried to type push it without a space... and the swearblocker got it... My bad.
Cross Ikon
The Red Admiral
"Oh, @Makkik... Stop testing your products on me, and I'll actually buy some, ha ha."
I held out some credits in his direction, and the little guy started jumping around.
"And my name is Cross... Admiral Cross. But I'm on vacation.... So don't bug me."
[member="Cambry Benjamyn"]
[member="Gabriel Audemars"]
I held out some credits in his direction, and the little guy started jumping around.
"And my name is Cross... Admiral Cross. But I'm on vacation.... So don't bug me."
[member="Cambry Benjamyn"]
[member="Gabriel Audemars"]
Makkik spun around to [member="Cross Ikon"], and snatched the credits out of his hand almost to fast for the eye to see.
"Oooooh, yes! Whatyouwanttobuy? Hmm? Superoistol,shootbulletssofastevenforciescna'tdodge? Tractorbeamwand? Pushdevice? Roposweaters? Hmmm? Hmm?"
Makik quickly looked back and forth between Cross and [member="Cambry Benjamyn"], trying to make two sales at once.
"Oooooh, yes! Whatyouwanttobuy? Hmm? Superoistol,shootbulletssofastevenforciescna'tdodge? Tractorbeamwand? Pushdevice? Roposweaters? Hmmm? Hmm?"
Makik quickly looked back and forth between Cross and [member="Cambry Benjamyn"], trying to make two sales at once.
Flora Burn
Character
She started listening intently to the to doing the trading, the jawa was definitely worth robbing. He has some fancy gizmos as well, no doubt he get decent amount of credits for it. She wonder what was the best way, to take down a sand crawler. She never thought about till know, but it would be easy enough after all they where just silly little creatures. What chance would they have against fully armed corvette. She did wonder where they parked the thing, so she get a member of her crew to put tracker on it.
No that was not the pry she after, she wanted some thing bigger. Some thing had more of a bite, then again it would be easier to take down a few jawa.
No that was not the pry she after, she wanted some thing bigger. Some thing had more of a bite, then again it would be easier to take down a few jawa.
[member="Cambry Benjamyn"]@Xenia Nastassia[member="Kail Ragnar"][member="Gabriel Audemars"][member="Cross Ikon"][member="Makkik"]
Cambry Owens
A Pseudo-Mandolorian. Sort of.
Cambry raised an eyebrow under his helmet. The Jawa, at the very least, was pretty endearing.
"2000, no more, no less. Looks a little ragged, after all. I could probably buy a kriffing lightsaber for what you're asking."
"2000, no more, no less. Looks a little ragged, after all. I could probably buy a kriffing lightsaber for what you're asking."
He spared only a brief moment to give Cross a nonchalant nod to receiving his name, but didn't seem to care much besides that. He rolled his shoulder, shifting his cloak over his left arm lazily.
[member="Makkik"]
[member="Cross Ikon"]
Makkik smiled at [member="Cambry Benjamyn"], but shook his head. "Maybeyoucould/buy/alightsaber,butcouldyouuseit? Noo! Plus,doyouiknowanythingthatworkslikethis? Itwouldtakeyoutentimesthattomakeone! Thisisabargain! Itcouldpushslugsrightoutoftehair! Flinggrenadesatpeople! 3000! Notacreditless!
Cross Ikon
The Red Admiral
"A couple pushers, @Makkik.... And that thing you used on my poor hat."
I grinned and attempted for figure out where on my person I would hide those weapons.... The push gauntlets could be fitted over my gloves, but where would that electric hook go?
I grinned and attempted for figure out where on my person I would hide those weapons.... The push gauntlets could be fitted over my gloves, but where would that electric hook go?
Makkik spun around to [member="Cross Ikon"], and quickly fished two M42 Push Devices, and a M31 Tractor Wand, before looking back up to Cross.
"Oooooh,Yesyes! Goodchoices! Howmuchyoupaying? Hmm? Howabout... 12,000 for all three! Mhm,mhm! Willthatbecreditsorcredits?"
"Oooooh,Yesyes! Goodchoices! Howmuchyoupaying? Hmm? Howabout... 12,000 for all three! Mhm,mhm! Willthatbecreditsorcredits?"
Cross Ikon
The Red Admiral
"11 thou, @Makkik. I'm a little low on pocket change, today."
Cambry Owens
A Pseudo-Mandolorian. Sort of.
"Hrm." He shook his head slowly. "Let's say 2750. You can pretend we rounded up, if you want."
He offers, glancing up and around once again, looking over the patrons for any warning signs. The Talz at the counter was looking at him passively. He looked back for a few moments, the visor of the helmet staring at the creature, and the Talz blinked it's 4 eyes and turned back to his drink.
He offers, glancing up and around once again, looking over the patrons for any warning signs. The Talz at the counter was looking at him passively. He looked back for a few moments, the visor of the helmet staring at the creature, and the Talz blinked it's 4 eyes and turned back to his drink.
Cambry looked back down to the small, robed creature in front of him, and gave his neck a good pop. "...How's that sound to you?"
[member="Makkik"]
Cambry Owens
A Pseudo-Mandolorian. Sort of.
Cambry nodded in satisfaction, fishing out the cards appropriate to how much was owed. The spacer looked expectantly at the Jawa and holding the credits in his hand, just making sure he wasn't getting scammed here. He made sure to close the bag he retrieved the credits from as well. This wasn't exactly the most hospitable environment to be making a transaction in.
He offered him the credits. "Good deal then. And thanks for doing a bit of business."
[member="Makkik"]
Kyber Salurra
Scrapyard Savant
Kyber arrived at the Cantina in a sour mood, still not a fan of desert sand. Something about it was just different than the beautiful sands of open water beaches. He walked into the Cantina in full gear, but his cloak was wrapped around his body and his hood was up. He didn't need anyone in the bar trying to size him up to try and take him on. He thought it'd be better to leave them guessing. The only distinguishing feature was the signature T of his refurbished Mandalorian helmet that was half covered in sand.
Kyber slowly walked into the bar as his eyes darted around the place and its inhabitants. He whistled for the barkeeps attention before waving him over as he plopped himself at the bar. "Just get me a couple of bottles of your cheap stuff." Kyber stated in a soft and scratchy tone under the half-working mic that made soft static when not in use. He made a mental note about fixing the mic. The 3rd time he's done so. As the barkeep placed down his drinks with a slight thud Kyber turned in his chair to view what appeared to be a few business transactions. He sat there quietly, turning up the speakers in his helmet a bit to get a focus on what they were discussing over the loud revelry of the Cantina.
[member="Cambry Benjamyn"] // [member="Makkik"] // [member="Cross Ikon"]
Kyber slowly walked into the bar as his eyes darted around the place and its inhabitants. He whistled for the barkeeps attention before waving him over as he plopped himself at the bar. "Just get me a couple of bottles of your cheap stuff." Kyber stated in a soft and scratchy tone under the half-working mic that made soft static when not in use. He made a mental note about fixing the mic. The 3rd time he's done so. As the barkeep placed down his drinks with a slight thud Kyber turned in his chair to view what appeared to be a few business transactions. He sat there quietly, turning up the speakers in his helmet a bit to get a focus on what they were discussing over the loud revelry of the Cantina.
[member="Cambry Benjamyn"] // [member="Makkik"] // [member="Cross Ikon"]
Cross Ikon
The Red Admiral
"Oh, look... It's another Mando... This one has a broken microphone."
I laughed and took a pull at my ever-present bottle of cognac.
"And how funny, he hides in his shell."
[member="Kyber Salurra"]
I laughed and took a pull at my ever-present bottle of cognac.
"And how funny, he hides in his shell."
[member="Kyber Salurra"]