Sith Council? What's that? [open to y'all, thuglings]

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

Nal Hutta
The scummiest scum hole of scum in the scumalaxy.
A small Cantina in one of the cities

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAxokC7vvjQ

''I quit!'' A large man slurred as he stood up from a table. The slurred out sentence and the man's walk revealed he was drunk. ''Oh come on! One more game!'' A voice called after him, this one not as drunk. The voice belonged to one of the three men still sitting at the table. One of them was a Bounty Hunter, called Verd Starrunner, one of them a smuggler called Nix Denko and the last of them called ... let's not reveal that yet, shall we? The three were playing some card game and all of them were drinking heavily. The smuggler was close to passing out while the Bounty hunter and the third man were keeping up well. Their large figures were laughing and making jokes about things they had lived through. They had been drinking and laughing and all the other good stuff.

They were already drinking for a couple of hours when the smuggler passed out. ''Well, it seems Nix here passed out. I'll carry him to the ship, you comin' as well?'' The Bounty Hunter said, moving over to the smaller man. He picked him up and awaited the third man's response ''Nah, I'll stay here for one or two more drinks,'' with that he raised his cup ''Bartender! Get me another glass of your strongest stuff!'' The Bounty Hunter had his response and moved off, outside the cantina and out of sight, leaving the man behind, sitting alone at his table, waiting for his drink. He didn't know why he stayed. He usually kept to the other two all the time, but this time something was telling him to stay and wait. He had the feeling something big and life changing would happen, though he wasn't sure what.

 

[Scarface]

Gryphus pushed his weight against the wall adjacent to a bar stool at the main rotunda of the cantina. He casually picked up a full shot glass of... something. Whatever it was, it's color and consistency didn't look appetizing in the slightest. Curiously, though, he examined it further. Small nuances gave Gry more pleasure than most, it almost relaxed him.

"Hey Metal Mouth, you gonna drink that or *hic* stare at it s'more?" Was a voice from a few stools over. A beast of a man started intently at Gryphus, his face sagging with inebriation. The cronies who surrounded him burst into wild laughter as if what they had just heard was comedic gold. It wasn't.

"Metal Mouth, that's a new one, no, by all means the drink is yours." Gry slid the shot glass slyly across the counter.

"I don't take charity from cyborg scum, what d'you take me *hic* for?"

"A moron."

With that, the man shot from his seat, followed by his entourage of drunken idiots. He staggered over to Gry, standing at about equal height. The man was now encroaching heavily on his personal space, and it made Gry's blood boil. Still, he kept his menacingly calm composure.

"You wanna take this outside, Jerk-off?" The cretin spat in his best go at intimidation.

"By all means, we could head away from the prying eyes of these patrons so that when I collect your ribs as little trophies, they won't panic." Gry hissed in a low tone. As he said this, he stepped off the wall, brushing his overcoat over. Beneath the garment was a blaster pistol and his lightsaber hanging from the scratched surface of his belt. Immediately the man backed away with his hands up and returned to his drink. The terrified eyes of his compatriots spoke for him.

 

[Bjornveld Skjoldsen]

A man walked in only a couple minutes after the hooded man's friends had left. He didn't look like anyone who would make too much trouble, but still, he looked like he could potentially cause trouble, so the hooded man kept his guard up, until~ his drink arrived. It was some amber liquid that smelled kind of sweet, but at the same time revolting. He decided to just down the drink in one go and it tasted sweet but at the same time awful, just like it had smelled like. Sadly, the drink didn't have any effect on his soberness, nor did it have any other effect like dizziness or blurry sight. Well that as some wasted money he thought to himself to himself. The drink did cost him thirty credits after all. He wanted to go over to the bar and complain, but he noticed the man who had walked in earlier had been surrounded by a couple man, who now seemed to back off again. Huh, interesting. The hooded man decided to walk over to the man and find out what happened. ''What's goin' on over here? Seems like you guys are having fun! Can I join?'' He asked jokingly.

@[member="Scarface"]

 

[Scarface]

Gryphus turned his attention to the hooded man who stepped up to the counter. His stride indicated boredom, and after a quick glance, Gry sensed no ill intent. This man had nothing to fear unless he was in the business of provocation. Gry responded accordingly. His guard remained up - as it always was - however the Sith Apprentice would not threaten.

When the hooded man spoke, Gryphus' would be assailant twitched in his seat. Gry could smell the fear emanating from that cretin's nasty walking carcass. It was disgusting. After a few seconds of thought, Gry responded to the hooded man's inquiry.

"Actually yes, I was just about to have a private conversation out back with my new friend here, care to join us? There's much to discuss"

Gryphus' tone was menacingly sarcastic, it reflected the glee he felt at the prospect of righting a wrong; erasing people from the Galaxy was a forte of his. With that, he pressed his shoulder back into the wall and regained a stable form, stepping to his query. Gryphus placed his massive gloved hand on the loudmouth man's shoulder and leaned in. With a low growl, he retorted:

"It would behoove you to follow us. Now."

The man complied.