Nar Shaddaa City Lights [Open RP Thread]

[Laira Darkhold]

At night Nar Shaddaa looks beautiful from space. It probably still looks good from the penthouses of towers. But by the time you make it to the mid-levels, its just big walls of durasteel and permacrete, and not much to look at. I have been wandering down here, looking for some guy Benji described to me and gave me information about, for hours. I spoke with his super, and they had never heard of him. He could be dead, which means a wasted trip to the Core. If I was gonna dive this deep into Sith territory, I dang sure better leave with something.

I stride into a local cantina full of my kind of people. The kind of people everybody looks down on for being criminals, but everybody runs to when they need work. Heck, I used to work for the same Hutts as these folks back in the day. Now I might have gone legit, but not so legit as I wouldn't raid somebodies mine a while back.

"A triple of Corellian Burbon, neat, and a good Hapan Cigara" I say to the Bith behind the bar. He fumbles with glasses for a moment before handing me my drink and cigara and some matches. I drop a few credits on the counter and find myself a seat where I can watch the Holo-screens playing Nuna-Ball. I might get lucky hanging in a dive like this. I might just find you I am looking for, or I might find somebody better.

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd walked into the bar, not removing his helmet, it was a valuable asset that he could use to constantly monitor his surroundings. His hud had full 360 degree vision allowing him to see what was happening even behind him. He walked up to the bartender and said "I'll have a ne'tra gal, bring the bottle." Tossing a credit chip to the man, he turned to face the other man at the bar. "What you looking at?" He asked not knowing the other's name.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

Spoiler

I'm up for whatever as well as long as it is fun, I am in

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

The cantina was definitely not up to her standards. But it did pay homage and more importantly a percentage to the Red Ravens, current masters of Nar Shaddaa. So when the owner wanted to have a chat, the Ravens obliged. The poor man had certainly never expected to have the leader of the Red Ravens herself show up, and had stuttered all throughout, but Chiasa liked to keep people on their toes.

I am here. I am not cloistered away. I can and will show up anywhere. Anyone might have to deal with me at any point in time.

These were good things for people to know. Particularly with the pesky Exchange still popping up now and again. If it weren't for the fact that they were half-useful to her, though she doubted they meant to be, she'd have had them wiped off her planet by now. Burned them out the same way she'd burned Jimmy's. They weren't nearly as sneaky as they thought they were, and Chiasa spent a lot of time and credits making sure she knew the two planets she split her time between backwards and forward.

But, that was neither here nor there. Concerns listened to, decisions made, she was here now, she might as well take the time to make people further uncomfortable. Although it looked like a bar fight was brewing already.

She'd almost forgotten what it was like to be somewhere without the best security credits could buy to keep folks in line. The poor bartender was pouring her a glass of something. Gods only knew what. Likely they were trying to guess her tastes and just erring on the side of expensive.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"][member="Verd Skirata"]

I looked the helmeted man over that had addressed me, "Right now I'm watching Nuna-Ball. I kinda like watching droids get torn apart after all the trouble I've had with them." He said looking back to the holo-screens. "But I could easily be watching you change your tone." Continuing puffing on my cigara, politely blowing the smoke upward away from the man at my side. I don't know the man, and I don't much care, but I'm not about to be walked over by some guy.

I certainly noticed the orange twi'lek, but as I don't know who she was I ignored her presence. If she wanted something she would certainly ask for it. She didn't strike me as someone who would keep her words to herself.

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Change my tone?" Verd said incredulously, not even taking his helmet off when his drink arrived. He simply took a sip through the built in straw in his helmet, though it looked like he was just pouring the drink into his helmet's air filter. "I was just asking what your story was, which shouldn't have caused any problems." Verd looked at the man as he had the audacity to call him rude. How dare the man, he thought as he turned to face the man. "Are you always this easily angered?" He teased the man. [member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Oh the testosterone.. Perhaps you should both strip and compare muscles. Just a suggestion."

Came the sardonic comment from the Twi'lek, leaning on the bar.

'What are you looking at?' were time honoured fighting words. Everyone knew this. Still, the probably Mando actually seemed surprised at the others reactions. This could be entertaining whichever way it went at the very least.

[member="Verd Skirata"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Well did appear mandalorian which meant he might just have been seriously asking what I was looking at. But i've committed now and to back down would be to concede defeat, and that ain't happening.

"Nope, but I've been in a bad mood from folks recently" I stood to look down at the man and put my helmet on to cover my basis. These mando's named a headbutt after themselves for a reason.

Addressin the twi'lek "Maybe next time babe." I said with a smirk. "Right now buddy boy just volunteered to help me relieve stress." I reach out towards the man to push his chest with enough force to shove him back.

[member="Verdict"] Skirt and @Chiasa Kritvaas

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus calmly strolled through the entrance of the bar, a wide rimmed hat on his head. A cloak swung around his slightly elongated face, keeping all but the cold and unfeeling eyes out of sight. It also swung down to just past his knee.

He hated bars, and yet they were so handy, he also hated Nar Shaddaa and most criminal cesspools, but sometimes one had to go there for reasons. Cylus' reason was strapped to his side now, a regular sword by first glance, actually a vibrosword. It was fairly flat but wide enough to remain intimidating.

Examining the bar's residents he took notice of a pair of fellows about to fight and an orange twilek, who in all honesty looked quite nice. He took a seat a couple of stools away from the two men.

"One Corellian ale, no ice." He spoke, his voice was not aggressive but showed no sympathy or care, that was fine he thought, criminals weren't too friendly either.

[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | [member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

Spoiler

Draco, I think you tagged the wrong person, who isnt me

Verd saw the hand coming his way, and used his hand to catch it before it got to him, taking another quick sip before throwing the drink behind him he decided that the man had crossed the line of unpleasantness and needed to be taught a lesson. releasing the man's wrist, he jumped up off of the stool he had sat at, and sent a punch towards the man's face, then an elbow to the man's gut, and to finish his attack, he decided the man was vulnerable to a Keldabe Kiss. That ought to teach him Verd thought to himself, not giving too much away about his fighting style. this situation had escalated rather quickly, and he hadn't seen any other way out of the fight but to win.

[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | [member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Those will be getting rare soon enough, enjoy them while you can."

She commented to [member="Cylus Jest"]. With the overall destruction of Corellia, though the planet was just barely hanging together, it was unlikely much more Corellian Ale was being made.

[member="Draco Vereen"] and [member="Verd Skirata"] had apparently decided to get into it, which wasn't quite as good as them taking off their shirts, but what was a girl to do? The only part that particularly concerned her was when Verd tossed his drink behind him, which since he was facing Draco meant it was largely being thrown at Chiasa..

Nope, no sticky drinks belonging to anyone else on her thank you very much. The little alcohol that was left ignited with a whoosh, burning away before it hit her, and the glass was diverted just enough that it fell harmlessly to the floor.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

He liked [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], she was a good business Twi'lek and understood the weight and worth of things, and was even pleasant on the eye's not that he thought of her that way, maybe a few months back and minus a couple of Jedi, he might have made a pass at her. But he was on Nar Shaddaa for business, he traded information and got coordinates for lone spice smugglers and their routes, he liked to hit those smaller vessels off world where help was a long way to find.

The leg's contracted, the sound and buzz of piston and gear rotating, and than snapping in a mechanical groan. It was built of angular durasteel plates, round gear like wheels escaping the lapses in the plates, its angular mask swivelling from side to side in a surreal display of cybernetics. "If it isn't my favourite orange Twi'lek."

| [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] |​

 

[Laira Darkhold]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6SOYlunc88​

The punch to face was pretty rough, and it rattled me a little bit, the elbow to the gut wasn't as bad, but man, I know why they call it a Keldabe Kiss now. I could already feel blood trickling down my nose as he smashed his armored forehead into my faceplate. I haven't ever fought a Mandalorian before, but his moves so far were pretty simple, and there wasn't any reason to break into anything overly complex either. Rocking back from the headbutt to the face, I ducked low, almost to a crouch before coming up and forwards towards the smaller man's rib-cage. I was going to spinebuster this fool onto the floor, through a nice table, and ground and pound him, or at least that was the plan right now. I was bigger, taller, and arguably stronger than him. I had at least forty kilos on him and that would suck for him if i ended up on top of him. As I powered up I arched my back to take his weight in order to lift him up on my shoulder and bring him down as hard as I could. This was gonna be a good fight, I could already tell.

[member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

[member="Draco Vereen"]
Glad for his armor, he somehow ended up on top of the other man. Knowing the eplosive amount of propulsion his jetpack packed, he activated it, bringing the man down backwards, unfortunately for Verd, he ended up beneath the man, and it didn't matter how, all that mattered was bracing for the impact with the man, as soon as he was crushed, he wished he hadn't done that, but what else could he do? He felt a chair being slammed into his knees and lower legs by another patron in the bar and cursed, knowing that his armor would protect him from most of the damage. while the man was on him there wasn't much he could do.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Some other folks were getting involved in my fight. Did they think I needed help, or were they just excited to see a fight and decided to jump in. Either way it pisses me off. A patron smashed a chair over his back. His armor protected him mostly, but the impact still rocked his stance. Popping up to his feet he grabbed the random man holding stool pieces, and threw him on the bar. "You're going for a ride son." I spat, my helmet's speaker gurgling from having blood run into it. I slide him down the bar, tossing him a good portion of the way, sending him crashing into yet more glasses and people. It didn't take but a second longer before the cantina erupted into full blown chaos. Chairs were getting thrown, glasses being shattered, and people being tossed in every direction. Random patrons I had never met started throwing punches my way like I had caused them some personal affront. I could even see some people brandishing broken bottles like weapons as some people found themselves back to back fighting against angry people. I guess that's why I like Nar Shaddaa, everyone is mind kind of folk.

[member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Oh come On! Can't I just have a good spar without these idiots joining in?" Verd asked to seemingly nobody, he didn't mind the fight, but when patrons started fighting for him, it got ridiculous. "I was looking forward to a good fight, but they just gotta go and ruin it." He grabbed the patron that looked like he had smashed his legs, and threw him across the room. The fight had stopped being fun, and now that he was up against a bunch of civvies, he had just grown bored.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Well, the Mandalorian was up, but people were ganging up on me now. I wanted to throw a punch his way, but I had three random men trying to wrestle me down. Well, it was going to be good either way. I kicked out at a civilian, popping his knee side ways, sending him down to a kneeling position. Ramming my knee into his face caused his nose to shatter against my armored knee. And that kids is why you don't fight armored warriors when you are just a drunken factory worker. I decided my best bet was moving this fight outside the dive bar into the streets. Out there I could move around better, and could put my back to something. Now all I needed was a door, or in this case a large window. I charged a patron standing in front of a window and dove through him. Well basically. He ended up on his back, in lots of pain with shattered glass all around us. But I had moved out of the building. At least for a second. A big Trandoshan had seen the fight start from across the way and had come over to start something and he caught me off guard throwing me back through the shattered window and on my back. Well at least I had a challenge to overcome.

[member="Verd Skirata"][member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"And if it isn't my favourite pirate.."

The reply came with an easy grin.

"Of course I suspect I know more pirates than you do orange Twi'leks, so that's saying something."

Things were getting proper rowdy. Random patrons were joining in, as tended to happen in this kind of place. They'd likely all beat each other into oblivion given enough time. The Twi'leks one reaction to all this was to move in closer to the large, intimidating and pointedly solid metal frame of [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]. Folks would have to be extremely drunk to want to tangle with the cyborg. Just because she could put the lot of them down didn't mean she was inclined to. She was more than pragmatic enough to take advantage of an allies presence.

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd saw the trando smash the other man through the window, and knew that the other should be able to handle himself, meanwhile a couple gammorean guards wielding axes were headed his way. He almost scoffed with how poorly armed and armored they were, but he knew he wasn't in any position to complain. he just ran straight towards them, and threw a punch at the first one, and doged the axe of the second, who had mistakenly swung horizontally towards his partner. The axe caught the one he had punched dead center of the stomach, which just left him one more pig to deal with. kicking a civvy out of the way, he squared off with the remaining beast. This could wind up being about brute strength, and he would win. out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bottle flying towards him. ducking slightly and bracing for impact, he saw it completely change course around his head and smash into the pig's face.
[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The trandoshan pulled a blaster pistol and pointed it at me. Alright, not playing around anymore, time for people to get messed up. Screw standing up, that would take too long, he needed to go down now. I just lifted my arms and sprayed him down with my flame projector. He broke out in some pretty wicked screams and ran awkwardly in whatever direction he could. I doubt he could see right now, but he was on a mission to not be on fire anymore. I better leave him to that. I had to haul myself up quickly, as someone new was already beating my head with a chair. I was disoriented and didn't have my bearings good. Time to level the playing field. This would suck for most of these civilians, but it would be alright in the end. There wouldn't be any permanent damage. I reached down to my belt and clicked the sonic neutralizer on. A loud High frequency noise pinged out throughout the cantina, causing patrons to stop and grab their ears trying to dampen the effect.

[member="Verd Skirata"][member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54611-short-range-sonic-neutralizer/
Please read and decided how you want it to effect you. It can range from minor irritation, like a fire alarm, to full on disorientation. Also Force Sensitives can totally center themselves and block it out. Your choice.

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd saw almost all of the civvies and people in the bar put their hands over their ears. looking over at [member="Draco Vereen"] he said, "How bout we move this some place else? The people here tend to get riled up a little bit too easily." He turned to see the man striding towards him slowly, and he hoped that he agreed.