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Stardust ears perked as she heard something about two for the prices of one, she turned and immediately frowned seeing a slaver with two twilek, she got onto her comm to speak to [member="James Justice"]"hey James in the corner you see what I see"she said vemon in her words as she resisted the urge to immediately get up and smoke the guy"what should we do about him?"she said and looked to [member="Triter Zone"]"sorry got something to do real quick"she said and stood walking over to get a closer look of [member="Tubul Xenar"] as she stood by a mando and saw him glancing"you've got the same idea don't ya?"she said to [member="Kiber Thaxton"]
"You read my mind Twi'lek. I've been on a few jobs where I have rescued Twi'leks from slavery. And those slavers are sick and unhuman, even more unhuman than me, and I'm a Near-Human Mandalorian," Kiber kept his gaze on the slaver and felt the urge to beat him to a bloody pulp rising in his bloodstream.
Rose smiled taking the drink from echo and drinking it in one go. She felt that star was a little angry and made her look out the window seeing someone in the corner with two twi'leks making her smile then sensing another person that had anger towards the slaver. Rose then got into bounty hunters and stars comms. "Star you hurt that guy and i'll make sure you'll see alot of people in chains. Now tell the ugly fella him to go to the room above the club and bring them i'll pay the scum and set them free. oh and hunter don't fire a shot and you'll get two thousand credits or lay a finger on it." As finished talking she motioned for the clone to get ready for the thing she sent for. It was good star didn't know about her more expensive collection or else she would of been dead already. Rose grabbed another drink making sure it was the most powerful thing they had and waited.
James gave [member="Sasha Voss"] a loving squeeze before muttering in her ear, "I will enjoy you later, sweetheart."
Then he turned away and began storming to business, adjusting his jacket. Some people in this galaxy coudln't respect an establishment and it fething made him angry. This was a nightclub not an allyway or a park after dark. He gave a scowl. He made it clear, no weapons on the dance floor, no weapons at the bar, there were signs everywhere--then again, common sense.
"Security on high alert," he growled, "ye keep ye eyes open, anyone with a weapon, ask first, then take it. I dun't care what it is. Thar will be no violence here--not tonight, not ever." Then he leaned in to [member="stardust"], "go on, have fun, get that fox-man a bit of ye charm," he chuckled and winked before giving her a playful push away, "I be sure we can handle this. Go have ye fun."
As his cigarette let out a stream of smoke he looked to the slaver, a pair of thugs behind the spacer as he gave the man a cold look. He owned this club. He hated slavers--in fact he had killed more than a few and liberated their "cargo." The term disgusted him. He had the political power in this crime town to make sure people "disappeared" and more than once he had done it. Was it ethical? No, but he did it anyway and felt no remorse.
He jerked his thumb at the door, "Ye get out of here before I get me men to kick ye out, slaver. I dun't like ye jobs and I dun't like ye kind. If ye ain't on business ye are welcome here, but this ain't no auction block. Take that somewhere else."
Then he gave the bounty hunter a look. Always good to have them on hand, especially in James' line of work. He gave a cordial smile and extended a hand, 'James Justice, club owner, smuggler, honest business man.'
This was supposed to be a social thread, yall. Violence not so much. If you wanna fight in the Angel's Den, please do, but take it to another thread, in a "back room" or something to settle differences. Thanks.
Kiber held out his gloved hand in greeting towards James cordially in return.
"Kiber Thaxton. Bounty hunter at your service," he glared at the slaver - thankfully he was being sent packing, but his Twi'leks would be going with him; they would be moved from place to place until they were finally sold.
"And sorry if I gave any impression of committing violence in your establishment, Mr. Justice. I'm just as disgusted over slavery as you are,"
The Chevin made a throaty gargling noise. One of the patrons turned around in consternation, clearly preparing to perform a heimlich.
"Off, you oaf. I'm not dying. Besides, your arms wouldn't reach."
The patron muttered an apology before wading back into the sexual euphoria of the night club. Tubul shook his head, a ponderous motion considering the size of it, and turned back to [member="James Justice"]. "You have the wrong idea, laddie. These aren't slaves. They are women looking for some cash to support themselves. Me? I'm just ensuring their well-being."
He snuffled.
"Tell the nice young man. Girls?"
The two Twi'leks nodded simultaneously. "Oh yes."
"Mr. Xenar wouldn't do anything to hurt us."
"We aren't slaves."
"We just need the money."
Tubul Xenar snorted. "Honestly, the presumption of some people, that every scantily clad, chained twi'lek is slave. Harrumph. The chains are just there to add to the enticement. Part of the ensemble, if you will."
Jame shook his head in disgust and made a mental note to add "no soliciting signs" everywhere too. He would have to take care of that next. There were no laws against prostitution in this city, in fact quite the opposite. The crimelords looked for every opportunity to either promote it or undercut it with their sex slaves. He would have to work on driving that out as he gained his hold on this city and rooted the others out. Would that make him a crimelord then? He shoved the idea from his mind as he turned to the bounty hunter.
"No worries, [member="Kiber Thaxton"]," he said with a grin. "I assure ye that I could use ye aid in our ranks. I run an honest business but these be dark days we are in, a bit of force never hurts to make sure the bad ones don't win," he winked. He looked the man's armor over. Mandalorian. He had more respect for them than a host of other societies on the galaxy, that was for sure. He slapped the bar, "buy'ce gal for the man," when the drink was served the polygot raised his own glass, "at gar ner burc'ya, ner gar kal draar nelya bal gar saca ratiin cuyir gatle."
Then he downed it all in one swig, "Tell me about yeself, mate."
Vahn walks in, notices the conversation and then walks over to the counter to purchase alcohol. He overhears the conversation, but thinks nothing of it.
"So you want to know me? Now where do I begin," Kiber said with a chuckle. "I was born on Mandalore to two of the finest bounty hunters in the galaxy, the second eldest of six children; three boys and three girls. I'd decided to walk the path of the bounty hunter after my eighteenth birthday. My first bounty was to kill a slaver and rescue his charges. I have become known as one of the best slaver killers in the galaxy. Eight years and I lost count of how many I have sentenced to death. I could go on Mr. Justice, but I don't want to bore you with the minor details..."
And in the rarest of occurences, he removed his helmet, revealing a face that had seen many things across the galaxy and eyes that had seen the pain that slavery caused in all aspects of society. He slammed his fist down hard on the bar top.
"Sorry Mr. Justice. It's just that when the people closest to you and friends are enslaved, you start to develop a one-track mind and start to see it everywhere," Kiber chugged down the drink and ordered another - it would take some time for the memories to fade now that he had brought them back up from the recesses of his tortured mind.
Vahn overhears, but doesn't speak. Instead he forms a slight side grin on his face. He lifts up his shot glass. "Let's form a toast to all the ones we love and hold dearly."
Kiber clinkerd his glass with Vahn's. "To those we love and hold dearly," he replied, holding out a gloved hand. "Glad to meet a fellow hunter. At least that will mean I'm not alone," he said, taking a giant swig. "And I'm Kiber Thaxton. All-round badass and slaver killer," Kiber stated matter-of-factly.
"And so what brings you here? Just checking the place out or something else?" Kiber asked, as he flicked his good luck coin up and down.
"I visit bars and places all over the Galaxy, not dependently in the vicinity of my targets, but a bounty hunter needs to rest and chill out after a hard day's work. Anyway, it's always nice to meet a fellow Mandalorian. I heard you talking about how all your friends and family are enslaved. Are you still going after that bounty or what? I can always provide a helping hand when necessary."
Atrace made his way to the angels den, it had been years since he had some time do let things go tonight it didn't matter what faction you belonged to or where your heart lies. he was just here to meet people get a drink and leave nothing too special. he would sit down admiring the people [member="James Justice"]
Kiber nodded at Vahn solemly. "Two years now Vahn. I was serving in the military as an attack transport pilot when I received the news from my commander. This slaver scoundrel kidnapped my cousins from Mandalore and my friends from Ryloth and took them to Zygerria," the Mandalorian took another swig and put his head on the bar top, the memories of this two year crusade so far coming back to him; single-handedly taking down slave auctions, destroying slave ships, killing slavers and rescuing slaves. Each action had brought him one step closer to discovering this man and he wanted to see it right through to the end.
Atrace walked up to the two mandolorians before signalling a bartender for a drink, "so whats up?, I couldn't help but overhear that your having some issues...need some help? free of charge"
once he received his drink he would raise it to his mouth downing it quickly before ordering another.
[member="Vahn Fett"]
Stardust had maneuvered around and placed a hand on [member="Tubul Xenar"]'s shoulder"hey listen"she said and squeezed his shoulder"man said take your but and get the deal out"she said growling and looked at the two before back to him"unless"she said and placed a saber to his back"yiu wanna end up sliced
Kiber looked on as the Twi'lek as she was speaking to the slaver. Hopefully he would get the message and move on from the establishment, or he might have to go over there and force him to leave by any means possible. Being thrown through a window was one option.
"Goodbye and good riddance slaver..." he muttered, taking one final swig of his drink and putting it back on the counter top.
Tubul went very still at the feel of something cold and hard against his back.
"Weel, that was afore ah told him of my legitimate business as a non-slaver, aye? Seein' as how he didnae reply tah mah explanation, how am I supposed to ken what he wants me tah do noo? Ain't laws against makin' an honest livin', just trying to protect the girls. So how aboot you tek that wee pig sticker and put it away."
"Slavers? In this fine establishment? Now that's a new low not even a power - hungry Sith or arrogant opinion - loathing Jedi can even reach, and that's coming from somebody who kills people for a living. I'll be sure to tell the owner of this club that somebody who makes innocent lives a hell, has a rather fond opinion of this place."
Stardust growled and looked him dead in the eye"1000 credits....for you to leave"she said and held the credit up"deal?
[member="Tubul Xenar"]
[member="James Justice"]
If you wanna fight in the Angel's Den, please do, but take it to another thread, in a "back room" or something to settle differences. Thanks.