No Story Starts With "Salad".

[Bathsheba Patience]

Underworld Coruscant.​

02:01​

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There were only few places in the near galaxy that could holster a more villainous type of scum. Droids, homeless, and low-levels wondered the street looking for someone who looked at them the wrong way to get a chance to steal a wallet. There laid several apartments, businesses of the failing sort, and strange buildings around the crowded grounds. One of the best bars Bathsheba had even been to in the area was currently doing re-modeling, which meant even more clutter. ​

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The young bounty hunter stared idly at the empty booth next to her. Many weapons lined her body, including hidden knives and guns, but her most revealing had to be the empty sniper rifle on her back strapped onto the black common cloth, and the two holsters on her belt which were home to ammo-fitting blaster pistols. Her eyes slowly quivered as she felt her empty glass touch her lips, smothering the pale pieces in sugar. She flicked her eyes down to it, then called over the droid. One of her personal servants - or so she called it that since she paid some of the rent and they bartender gave the droid to have her as first priority - rushed over and took her glass. "Patience?" "Refill." She corrected, and sent it off. ​

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Patience. Yeah, that was still funny! She smiled to herself as she drew her attention mostly away from her surroundings and pulled out a holopad from her side pockets. She had posted an ad a few hours ago for an 'adventure' for people with... Skill. She didn't expect anyone to have skill, but if anything meant getting a few bits of credits while roaming the galaxy, she was quite sure she could end up buying them some trainers. She flipped the ad through again, re-reading the main details. Meet at Phibes Bar in Coruscant Underworld, be prepared to be answered some questions and say good-bye to everyone you love. Sounded about right.​

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[member="Medru"] | [member="Bianca"] | [member="Farlon Orbit"] | [member="LV-1313"] ​

 

[Farlon Orbit]

The old clone walked throughout the long alleyways and areas of the underground. Coruscant gave him memories of old he'd rather wish to forget. well over eight hundred and sixty years ago he had first come here with his legion, the one-oh-second. Like every other clone unit, well trained expendables sent to home base for their next suicide mission. The one-oh-second had been on Coruscant for around a week or so before they were stationed on the mid rim, but this planet was by far the one where he had had the most, fun. A relatively unknown emotion for Orbit, only here did they let the ever so loyal troops off the leash, just a little bit. Orbit ad good memories here, and seeing the hundreds of years of warfare and Sith control and all sorts of bad things gave Orbit a bad taste in his mouth, but he could get over it. He had learned long ago to not make close ties or relations to anything, Coruscant was not exempt of this category.

He took form his cloak a datapad and glanced at the message once more, Meet at Phibes Bar in Coruscant Underworld, be prepared to be answered some questions and say goodbye to everyone you love. The last word rang out in Orbit's head, love, another foreign emotion. Anyone he had ever had any attachment to had died long ago, and love was far from that attachment. But such feeling is why he had answered the call, the wanderer needed camaraderie, mercenary work didn't cut it. Maybe this would. If it didn't pan out, no harm no loss.

The cloaked figure stopped in front of a building, the words, Phibe's bar, flickering above it. This was the place, he thought. Orbit walked into the bar, somewhat crowded with workers fixing up appliances and decor, most likely renovation. The bounty hunter caught his eye, he recognized her from the message, this was the person he was to talk to. He hailed her, "You must be Bathsheba, I am Farlon Orbit, gun-for-hire, I came here answering your advertisement."

[member="Bathsheba Patience"]
[member="Medru"]
[member="LV-1313"]
[member="Bianca"]

 

[Medru]

This was the first time Medru had ever left Dathomir, as he wonder the underlevels of Coruscants a burst of excitement come over him as he looks around the streets surprised by the many different races and people who come to Coruscant as Medru wonder aimlessly around looking for some work he comes across a datapad that had fell off a rodian bounty hunter. Medru picked up the datapad as he try to examine the strange object curious with what it does Medru passed a strange icon on the datapad, Which had started a ad "Meet at Phibes Bar in Coruscant Underworld, be prepared to be answered some questions and say good-bye to everyone you love" Medru would think to himself for a second "Adventure sounds interesting I should check this out, first thing first where Phibes Bar"

So Medru began to ask some people around for directions to Phibes Bar with most of them being unable to speak basic or choosing not to ,but Lucky for Medru as he gave up asking people for directions he looked up to see a Sign saying Phibes bar Medru would feel quite annoyed by his stupidity to see the sign but would slowly breath in as he calms himself down he then began to make his way into the bar.

[member="Bathsheba Patience"]
[member="Bianca"]
[member="Farlon Orbit"]

 

[Bathsheba Patience]

Underworld Coruscant; Phibes Bar​

02:05​

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The droid scooted forward on it's rusting wheels with Bathsheba's drink just as Farlon began to speak. She picked it up quickly and looked to the man, then to the bottom of her drink. She sipped it while her eyes glued onto Farlon's, keeping her attention to him for a moment. After she dismissed the droid with a wave of her hand, she motioned to the booth across from her. "Take a seat if you would. It's easier. Before you begin on with your... whatever you had prepared to impress me, you have to understand that your payment is decided entirely by yourself." ​

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She slid her pad in front of her again, then turned it off while she sipped from the sugary cup given to her. "I'm gathering a team of explorer's who don't care for their lives, or do, and are willing to fight to keep themselves alive. An adventurous type of group, you know? Travel, take odd jobs, the lot."​

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[member="Medru"] | [member="Farlon Orbit"] ​

 

[Medru]

As Medru walked through the bar he notice how crowed it was with these workers around everywhere as they were do up appliances and decor, Medru through to himself "I wonder why they doing up the appliances and decor" unsure on who to talk to Medru makes his way straight to the bar as he takes good look of the place as he try`s to spot out the person who had sent the ad.

Medru was still unable to notice the person so he turns around facing the bar Medru places the datapad onto the bar as he gets the Bartender attention a Big Besalisk makes his way to Medru as he ask in a grumpy tone "What do you want I got customers here waiting for me" Medru looks down and points to the datapad then replays the ad again Medru looks back at the Besalisk "Do you know where I can find the person who sent this ad" The Besalisk would examine it carefully for a couple mins then points to a booth where a Man and women are sat "There the person you looking for" Just as Medru begins to make his way to the booth a Rodian gets in front of him with his blaster out
"You got something that belongs to me pal" He then points to the datapad Medru moves his left hand to his back as he slowy pulls his vibrodagger out hide it behind his hand "Sure thing take the datapad I don`t need it" Would move out of the way as he lets the rodian take his datapad back but as the rodian lets down his guard Medura quickly moves his left hand as he pulls his vibrodagger into the rodian neck and quickly pulls out the blade and begins to make his way to the booth as the Rodian suddenly collapse to the floor.

Medru would think to himself for Second "I hate it when people threat me that teachs that rodian not to threat me".

[member="Farlon Orbit"]
[member="Bathsheba Patience"]

 

[Farlon Orbit]

Orbit took a seat next to the young lady, he noticed a tone in her voice. Adventure junkie, those who intentionally put them selves in adrenaline situations, this may have not been the best idea, but money was required to live, so he would play along for now. Her first comment really took him back, impress her? This one thought he was inexperienced? She may have been older, but the old clone had fought in more battles, done more jobs, and seen action unlike this princess had ever seen, "Impress you? Well, I'll give you a few of my old job credentials, three years in the clone wars, a year with the Open Circle Armada mercenary organization, and six years being a gun for hire for all those around the galaxies. I've fought so many damned wars I am not sure which side is good and which is bad, what experience do you have, bounty hunter? Orbit said, lamenting on the last two words. Before he could continue his argument, he was interrupted by the throat of a Rodian being burst open.

The old clone looked at the Dathomiri male, guessing he was also here for the job offer. One as unstable as the large warrior would be perfect for Bathsheba's idea of a merry band of adventurers. But the soldier would not abort, this may turn out better than he had thought. Orbit nodded to the fairly large humanoid, "I guess you're also here for the, advertisement."



[member="Medru"]
[member="Bathsheba Patience"]

 

[Bathsheba Patience]

2:08​

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The young hunter eyed Orbit curiously, then she gently sipped her drink again while her eyes glanced to the scene of the quick fight before her eyes went loose onto Farlon's face once again. "No need to get defensive. Saying you killed a man was all I wanted." Her mouth muttered before the drink returned to her lips, coating them in a small layer of sugar. She finally flipped her head to a better attention, looking at the poor Rodian who now laid limp on the floor. Gross. It didn't even look like he had good weapons in the first place.​

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Deliberately avoiding the previously asked question with the jump of the scene in front of her, Bathsheba crossed her arms. "See? That's all I wanted. Some clarification that you would kill a man for a job or survival."​

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[member="Farlon Orbit"] | [member="Medru"]​

 

[Medru]

As Medru gets closer to the booth he was able to get a better look of the Patience and Orbit think to himself "So is this all I was expected more" ,Medru would move his dagger back into the sheath as he does that Orbit ask Medru something Medru reply in a calm relax tone "Yea I here for the job I was`t sure if you guys needed that rodian as well as I found the ad from his datapad",Medru turns as he points to the dead rodian then turn back around face Orbit "So who here is the one who offering the job" as he waits for a response Medru turns his head to Patience and notice her two blaster holster at her hip.

[member="Farlon Orbit"]
[member="Bathsheba Patience"]