ORCtoberfest - Trash Manda ​Edition

[Arage Bao]

[member="Tryp West"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Sal Katarn"]

Fingers wrapped around the first bottle of acidic ambrosia an' that was when everything started going to crap.

Zef suddenly got something in his arse, wasn't able to dislodge it and started being rather... ( in all fairness, this was probably the angriest he had ever seen the guy and they had known each other for years now) interesting. He took two steps back and caught Tryp's questioning glance. This only solicited a shrug from Dar, if he actually tried to keep up with every little spiteful thing his associates had going on...

He'd probably be here 'til Akala rose up again.

"Don't interfere, Tryp," Daro murmured softly as he took another step back, taking him right next to her while he was unscrewing the bottle. "Trust me- ya thought I was a mad dog during da heist, ya haven't seen Halo with a grudge."

Oh and a grudge there was.

The next words Halo uttered made him sigh and go straight against his own advice.

"Oh, for feth's sake, his necklace? If ya wan' me to put a ring on it ya dun' need to shoot up da place, ol' boi." Mostly cus Daro assumed that this was about something actually serious. A murder, a hat theft, maybe some liquor debt, but a necklace? It didn't even look like much from this angle. Tho- he did take a swig from the bottle and immediately hissed between his teeth.

Feth's good.

Unf.

It burned straight into his gums within moments.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Zef spoke, and time dilated as his sight expanded, blurs and shadows dancing in front of him, all faint and indistinct, chances that were unlikely. The older Corellian wasn't going to shoot him yet. But the threat was real, he just hadn't decided yet. So there was some sense and sanity yet in him. And there was danger rolling from him in waves, but it wasn't sharp. Focused on Julius, for sure, but lacking the pointed nature of a direct threat. So he finished his swallow, sighing as the burn hit his guts, and nodded politely to Zef as he sat down the bottle on the bar and raised a hand wearing a band of Corellian bloodsteel and beskar forged together like damascus steel and tapped the jed-cred with the wedding-banded finger.

"Came from my wife, Keira. She wears mine as well..."

Then a voice like a maladjusted fan scraping it's own housing sounded, asking for him, and the danger his fighting sight and senses saw when the focus shifted from narrow to broad and then narrowed was apparent. Normally, he would have sensed this one before he had even entered the bar. Too focused on the moment at hand and having a good time. Slipping, he supposed.

"That would be my name, stranger. Can I help you?"

He had a feeling what was about to happen, but there was no need to hurry things if it could be helped. He was supposed to be responsible now, with kids and a wife and being a Councilor and all.

[member="Tryp West"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Daro Tarsi"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Sal Katarn"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

Beneath Sal's shirt, his amulet burned hot against his chest.

"Seems like."

The hand never far from the holster pulled and Katarn produced a pistol, Vanir model, disruptor type. He held it at hip height, barrel vaguely pointed at Sedaire's gut.

He could tell him about the bounties, but wanted men usually knew they were wanted. Mostly bein' because other folk had tried before and failed. No, best to just get him to mosey on out.

"Come along now, real slow."

[member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Tryp West"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://youtu.be/6-cWo2-IgMg​

So a hunter. As he thought. Probability screamed at roared danger and death from the pistol. One he was very familiar with, as he sometimes carried the same model. As did his commandos. Who he had left on Corellia. And who were probably going to beat him black and blue if he survived. But he raised his hands, spread wide with an amiable grin on his face as he stepped forward, eyes focused on the pistol. It would seem he was willing to come along quietly, and who wouldn't with a disruptor pointed at their innards? Especially one that he knew could pierce beskar.

Then, suddenly and rather without warning, Julius wasn't where he was, but kneeling on one knee directly in front of Katarn, arm extended and pulsing with the Light of the Force as he stood up from delivering a rather potent straight jab directly to the groin of the bounty hunter. As it happened, the air tension split with a loud concussive *crack* and he was suddenly back at the bar, leaning against it, taking another drink. Echoes and shadows of Sal spread and moved, possible actions in response. The more solid the more likely, and the less likely the more ghost-like. Julius avoided the most deadly and grabbed his bottle and took a swig, tipping it in response to Daro, and grinning to Zef as he stretched.

"How do you know my wife? You obviously do if you know the family jed-cred. And do keep up over there my dear mush-mouthed friend"

The last was indicated at Daro, and for all the world he looked not an inch as if he had just punched a bounty hunter in the genitals with the force of a steroid-enhanced wookie.

[member="Tryp West"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Daro Tarsi"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Sal Katarn"]

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Although he had little idea what was on the menu, some of the dishes looked rather appetizing. Then [member="Janick Beauchamp"] and Griet ordered something that was listed as the ''iWitness.'' He scanned over the item in question. It looked like it was pretty good. He figured they would've liked if he ordered the same thing as them, so he did so.

​''I'll take one of those iWitnesses as well.''

​In all honesty, he half expected Janick to somehow have predicted he'd order the same and somehow drug his food ahead of time, but that was just his mind messing with him. He'd heard way too many rumors about witches. Although, she had given him that tihaar, so he wouldn't have put it past her to drug his food. Even if they were two different things, drugging and intoxicating.

Then again, he'd heard rumors about a lot of things, most of which were in no way true. So he shoved such thoughts away.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

So [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] also ordered an iWitness? Janick would realize in time that, despite its funny name, the iWitness was ordered by no less than ten different patrons, so it was understandable if the poutines took a while to get served, much less the iWitnesses themselves, and it was, in fact, rush hour in the kitchen underneath. But, in fact, she was surprised that, in fact, the iWitnesses got out first; something's not right in her mind. They shouldn't be advertising that the risotto be served accompanied with the poutine; the poutine proved to be the main course here. Then again, perhaps the risotto was easier to prepare than poutine for the hotel's staff, she thought, while the risotto got out first for whatever reason, probably because of the somewhat small serving, from which she definitely can't get her hunger satisfied in full. Just that there is no drinking tihaar left: the rest of the patrons drank all the rest of it. Now that all three of Griet, Noatyr and her are around the same bar counter, next to one another, they contemplate their risotto plates, and how lucky Noatyr is to eat with two ladies that could be images of beauty (albeit rather different ones) at the same table.

"Bon appétit!"

 

[Sal Katarn]

Every man in the bar winced in unison.

Sal flew up, hit the ceiling, fell back onto the ground and then blacked out. Broken ceiling tiles leaked plaster crumbs all over his prone form. The mop of greasy, lank hair hid the bounty hunter's face. He wasn't moving.

[member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Daro Tarsi"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Tryp West"]

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

He had noticed the ''iWitness'' had a rather amusing name. He could only wonder where the name had come from, and whose idea it had ben to name a platter of food, even if it wasn't served on one, after a term. Either way, he wasn't going to complain, it looked tasty, and after all the excitement he had gone through, he was starving.

He took a glance at the two lovely ladies sitting next to him, [member="Janick Beauchamp"] looked like she was contemplating something, well Griet just seemed fixated with the risotto plate before her.

''Hm, I wonder if it's as good as it looks?'' With that thought in mind, and hearing the words: "Bon appetit!" gave him the signal to chow down. Noatyr plunged a fork into the plate of food before him, and shoveled it into his mouth.

It was like an explosion of taste in his mouth.

He hadn't eaten something so flavorful in months. It was a delight.

​''Looks like you two made the right call with the food. Seems your not only intelligent, but have good taste as well.'' He said with a smile, after he had finished savoring that first bite.

 

[Vaudin Miir]

He almost spit his drink across the bar. Only years of training as a professional drunken scoundrel save him from wasting the drink he had already paid for. Precognition? How had that gotten out?

"Keep your voice down, kid." He said as he looked around to see if anyone had heard her, "It doesn't work quite like that. And if people thought it did my trips to gambling halls could get pretty dicey.

He turned on his bar stool and gave her a closer once over. If she knew Iktotchi, she was obviously a better sort than he had first guessed.

"Now about the Coalition, to pass safely in ORC space you just have to register your ship and follow the like two rules. Don't attack civilians and don't deal with slaves. There's probably other stuff but those are my go to rules."

He took another sip and glanced at the huge weird thing that sat on the floor at a table, shook his head and looked back at the girl.

"I'm Miir, Captain of the Swarthy Bantha." He said holding out a hand, "Got a name, kid?"

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"Thank you; you will find Griet to be another pretty, smart lady, a little different from me of course"

The plate of iWitness proved to be insufficient to get [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"]'s hunger satisfied in full by itself. It was a little small, and, since it was supposed to be served with a plate of pulled-pork poutine, the poutine itself was Janick's only hope to make up for the difference. That's what you get for being a witch who was drawn to witchcraft from chemistry, Griet thought, while realizing that one of the stereotypes associated with chemical engineering was that chemical engineers could cook really good and/or healthy meals provided tight tolerances were in force. But, without knowing whether Noatyr dreamed of flirting several geniuses at once, to the extent Griet was a genius (at least compared to him), Janick would simply not comment on the situation beyond what she told him about Griet. Just that the iWitness was hm, hm good to all three of them. Maybe I could cook iWitnesses for Alyssa when we return, she thought, while the poutine plates finally arrived to them. By now everyone got their iWitnesses, and even then the patrons that ordered it were left wondering why it was even called iWitness in the first place, regardless of how it actually tastes.

"The poutines are ready!" the waiter announced them, poutine platters in hand.

 

[Zef Halo]

Tunnel vision and hearing completely. The grumpy old man's focus was all on the man's necklace. What the Kiffar spoke entered one year and exited the other. There was a long, bloody and dirty history surrounding that Jedcred. Zef felt his grasp tighten around his glass, the desire to slam it in the man's face growing.

"Shut it, Tarsi." He coldly replied while his gaze remained locked upon the bearded man in front of him.

And just when things were about to explode, the man raised his hand and spoke. The heated tension dropped by a million and Zef felt his shoulders relax as his face once more returned to normal, replacing the grim look with a nonchalant and rather intrigued look.

"You are-"

The smuggler began but couldn't finish when trouble came knocking on the door. Bounty hunter on business. Wrong place, wrong time, Zef thought. The place was an ORConvention but that didn't mean the scoundrel's hand was ready to draw.

What Zef wasn't ready for was the bearded man literally disappeared, reappeared punching the man in his weakest point, disappeared and reappeared back in front of Zef as if nothing happened. Meanwhile the hunter was sent into the ceiling, fell down and blacked out.

Wot in tarnation?

He shook his head to remove the phrase Tryp had used earlier. That sounded awful even for his accent. The hell did they speak on Kiffex for cryin' out loud.

"So you are Julius? Hell, I wouldn't believe Keira would ever get married even if I saw it." A brief smile appeared on his face. "I knew her dad, jedcred used to belong him." He said trying to hide the sorrow that was building up. "So I knew her as a kid and met her much later on when she was giving Keldabe kisses to every poor son of a gun out in the galaxy." Zef did not elaborate or give details regarding his own Mandalorian 'adventure'. "The name's Zef Halo, just a working man around a bunch of crazy kids." The scoundrel gestured at those around him - Joza, Tryp and even Daro. "One of which is almost dead due to age but still refuses to accept it." The implication was clearly about his old buddy.

"Glad to have you, Julius." Zef added, almost silently. Whoever Keira had picked for her partner in crime, the smuggler knew they would be decent.

And probably quite capable of handling a fight.


[member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Daro Tarsi"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Tryp West"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Wouldn’t be an Outer Rim party if someone didn’t get force-punched in the nuts.

Things were getting a little beyond suspicious anger with Zef, and while Joza hung back she was prepared to jump in. The Coalition wasn’t any stranger to bar fights, not now not ever. But this seemed a little more personal than “you stole my drink” or “you were looking at my girl”. There was a dangerous sort of anger brewing in her father, that much she could tell.

She didn’t know Sedaire too well, and Zef for that matter. But hell, one of them had contributed to roughly half of her DNA.

Suddenly…the tension defused itself. Alright then. She placed a hand on Zef's shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze before turning back to the bar.

“Can I get some ice?” She asked the bartender, but pulled back when he reached for her glass. “No, not for me.” Joza jerked her head towards the unconscious bounty hunter. “And a towel. A clean one if you have it.” The bartender frowned and raised his brow to which Joza smiled politely. A few moments or so later he’d handed her a few cubes in a dirty dish rag. Tying the corners of the rag over the ice, she gingerly dropped the bundle onto Sal’s crotch before returning to her seat at the bar.

[member="Zef Halo"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Daro Tarsi"] [member="Tryp West"] [member="Sal Katarn"]

 

[Tryp West]

"Whelp."

She let out a low whistle over the thing with the bounty hunter, but what were you going to do? Karma, right there she was pretty sure. A reminder of a lot of things, including but not limited to this is why bounty hunting is a chit deal as far as she was concerned. Just a good way to end up on the wrong end of someone..... or their fist. Inwardly, she frowned, wondering just how Jack was making out on the job he was running. They didn't interfere with each other's business, which was good, but that didn't mean she didn't worry.

As quickly as it had escalated, everything went back to normal.

'Normal.' Heh. As normal as it got around here anyway.

"Ya were a mad dog durin' dat 'eist, Daro," she said congenially. "Make me wonder 'bout makin' friends with yer friends."

She was joking.

Mostly.

It was a bit of a relief, honestly. Tryp could handle a bad situation but preferred it when things did not go sideways. Lately there had been way too much of that.

Finishing up her ale, she paused, considering for a moment. Then, with a nod, signaled for a refill. Two was fine, but then she'd call it. Shifting to settle again against the bar, not all of the tension leaving in a moment's notice, but it did look like these two at least were fine- and no one was stepping on the unconscious bounty hunter, so that was polite like. She raised her glass once it was full again in Joza's direction.

"Very kind a ya, consid'rin'," she commented. Not like a couple ice cubes would do *much* good, but it was something. Of course, he might be out until those melted.

"We jes' gonna leave 'im der? Someone might trip."

[member="Daro Tarsi"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Sal Katarn"]

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

He could already taste it. The smell was enough to make the inside of his mouth salivate.

This was his kind of food. Smelled good, probably tasted good, and accompanied by two lovely ladies, was just a great combination. It wasn't often that he had this chance. The few times he had were business, and then the ladies had only been there due to a wealthy client or something like that.

''It's times like these that make me glad to be alive.''​ It was nice when others were even remotely interested in him.

Noatyr was in no way a womanizer, but he just had a way of hanging around attractive women even if by accident. It was a rather odd thing to happen to a guy like him, but he wasn't complaining.

The poutine had been set down, and he set his fork on shoveling the tasty morsel's into his face, slowly of course, to prevent himself from looking like a pig. Small dish the food may have been, but lacking in taste it was not.

​''Y'know, even if I may have been a drunken idiot when we first met earlier today, I'm still glad we met.''

​''More surprised you didn't just send me on my way.''​ He added in a mumble.

[member="Janick Beauchamp"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Tryp West"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Sal Katarn"]

"Frends?" Daro glanced over at Tryp as they went back to the bar to leaaaan and snorted. "Dese mooches are moar like mah mutated appendages- they dun wanna leave me an' it dun matter how much anti-rad meds I gulp down, they keep coming back."

He was swirling the glass and watching Zef get his game on- then a blink an' suddenly Julius was gone.

Another blink an' he was right next to him drink in hand.

"Cheers, mate." Raising his an' looking over to the bounty hunter. Oh, dear. "Right between da legs, das just ain't right, Sedaire. Man's gotta have a code or sumthing, I feel like." A shrug followed. "-might'a deserved it, but between da poor lad's legs..." Daro shook his head sadly before gulping down the last parts of the glass and hissing again as the burn started scratching against the inside of his cheek.

"As for ya, mate, I am on mah second drink, so ya should hurry up an' get us another pair, eh?"

As Julius went and serviced them, Daro glanced over to Joza trying to help the bounty hunter and then to Tryp.

"Ya someone might trip... Tryp," Quizzically glance at that, why did that joke seem so familiar to him? "-but Jozie over dere seems to have it in hand, think she like 'em scruffy, broody an' hurtin', ain't that right, luv?"

Girls and there savior syndrome, poor things.

"Ya joining us, Halo or ya gonna pull ya tool out some more and swing it around?"

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"Very lucky you were today then"

Talk about lucky: even if my estimate was correct and that, intellectually I was actually one-in-a-million, it seems that intellect's marginal returns in romantic attractiveness decrease sharply way before one could talk about one-in-a-thousand, much less one-in-a-million, she thought, realizing that, from past observation, the marginal returns followed a Gaussian curve. So, in her mind, geniuses were attractive, assuming that any differences in personality, status, body types, etc. can be otherwise canceled out in the aggregate, which isn't the same as ceteris paribus, but close enough for her purposes, but a one-in-a-million genius would only be marginally more attractive than a one-in-a-thousand one, with the closest thing to that sort of situation being Griet vs. Janick, with Janick having the more charisma of the two. [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] seemed to like the poutine being served, and the other two ladies near her, too. She realized that her witchcraft was working its magic on him, even if she knew the experience proper would be, well, evanescent, the memories would last him a lot longer, but for that to work, she had to be nice to him.

"I wanted you to leave this place with a special experience, magical even"

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Those words made him pause.

​''Wait a minute...''

Something about how she had said that felt...off. Far too off for him to just brush it off as a joke. He mentally began stroking his chin, wracking his brain for an answer. It was a rather obvious one, but he wasn't sure if he should call [member="Janick Beauchamp"] on it. The accusation itself was rather silly, not to mention almost a joke within itself.

However, he was never one to let things slide, well, not forever at least.

​''The way you said that...did you...do something to me? And I'm being serious here, did you cast something on me, or was there something else in my drink, or even the food...?''

​Maybe he was taking it a little overboard, but at least he wasn't yelling like the time he had found out a smuggler had tried to poison his drink. Besides, he wasn't even sure his accusation was true yet.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"No, I didn't do anything to you beyond mind-tricking you after you got drunk; for what I know it's entirely possible it could be a side effect of that mind trick. That being said, it may as well be wearing off by now"

Whew. If Noatyr thinks that I'm somehow enhancing my looks with the Force, neither Griet nor I would do that directly. I might be an image of beauty, just that I would likely appeal to people who don't seem to like the shades of red Joza does have. Usually the people who would want magically-enhanced looks are people whose appearance is important in their duties but that are worn down by years of abusive use of the Force or their bodies, or who are ugly by their positional standards, she thought, while [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] made her a little uncomfortable in accusing her of casting some spell on him to make him attracted to her. Besides, she might have done a few things with alchemy, such as levitating for a few seconds, or drinks that made people allergic to alcohol even though they only drank one serving, but a love potion is not one of them. Because, while she would probably be able to brew some, she never bought the key ingredient for brewing love potions, that which actually makes a love potion, well, a love potion: oxytocin. Or other love hormones: she knew that one race's love hormone is another's poison.

"So you think my charisma is somehow magically enhanced?"

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

​''No no, I doubt that, I'd probably be way more over the top if that had been the case. I probably wouldn't have accused you of such a thing either if that was the case. So you cast a mind trick on me while I was drunk... I knew something felt a bit off. My apologies, I didn't mean to be so rude.''

​Chances of him coming to any conclusions like this were almost null and void if he had been under the influence of a love potion or some sort or other spell similar to that. He'd have been way to head over heels for the already attractive woman.

He'd mind tricked. He vaguely could remember her saying something that almost compelled him to do something. From what [member="Janick Beauchamp"] said, it had been to stop him from drinking.

Seemed she had far more powers then she had first let on.

He tucked into his food again.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"You realize, perhaps, that a mind trick has a limited duration. But there is a good reason why I had to do it: I didn't want you to get hurt. For what I know you might have a skill that may be able to make up for your idiocy"

I have seen the damages alcoholism bring on people. That's why I'd rather stop other people from drinking themselves to the point harm could be caused - and not just because I myself drank 25 tihaar servings on one occasion, she thought, while these memories of the subsequent hangover on Asop were surfacing in her mind. [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] would not realize that there was a reason why she readily had the NIMB fund the construction of the Utapau Alcohol and Drug Abuse Center as a PPP: alcoholism was a major concern that she feels needs to be addressed, and it's not simply because was responsible in part for bringing the Asobi 95% tihaar to market. Perhaps if she could drink another tablespoon of that Asobi 95% tihaar it would freeze her flashbacks for a bit, just long enough so that she could go to bed, even if it meant staying on this station for the night prior to returning to Utapau for more business, be it alchemizing Noatyr's equipment or someone else's. But at the same time I'd rather not set a bad example for Noatyr by drinking in front of him, since it's likely he would then want to resume drinking, she thought.

"Anything else you would like for tonight?"