The Average Bar Thread Strikes Back

[Lok Jorunn]

The man loftily raised his brow as he inspected the rest of the patrons a little more closely. Only a single other man in the room aside from himself with the rest of the occupants being female. While he wasn't exactly in the mood for anything tonight - he quite liked that ratio.

"Thanks," he replied and fished out enough credits to cover his bill. "I'll pay ahead o' time so I don't forget; already had that happen to me once."

Boy, that was quite the spectacle. With a half-drunken pilot fleeing from a pair of bouncers who looked like special forces operatives, it was a mystery as to how the man even escaped. Rumors about the area had it that tables and doors shut just magically as Lok made his great escape. Luckily, they'd let him back in after he'd paid his dues.

His right arm was mostly concealed by the sleeve of his overalls but one could easily notice its mechanical nature from the wrist on down. It rose and maneuvered just like an organic limb did but it had a little too much strength for his tastes on the occasion.

Like now.

The shot glass shattered almost instantly as he grabbed it,

[member="Naamah Aesham"], [member="Cora Passek"], [member="Chandelle Immelmann"], [member="Daniel Tresk"]

 

[Daniel Tresk]

Daniel forlornly shook his head at the bartender, as he began pondering the existance of his facial hair. "Yeah...Thanks for hating mmy beard." He told her with a dissapointed tone. However, he perked up when he saw another patron enter the bar. Great, another guy! That slightly lowered his chances of getting with anybody here, but hey, this guy could be a nice guy. Suddenly, he jumped up straight in his seat as he heard the sound of glass shattering. "SWEET FETH! Karkin' A man, you stressed out or somethin'?" Dan nervously asked as he scratched the back of his neck. He didn't want to be provoking the guy, who seemed like he could kick his ass.

The bounty hunter turned to the rest of the group and half-heartedly raised his glass. "Yeah, freedom, bad exes and such. Wasn't...reaaaaly paying attention. But, let's go back to the fact you caused that glass to disintegrate!"

[member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Cora Passek"] [member="Naamah Aesham"] [member="Chandelle Immelmann"]

 

[Cora Passek]

"Tell me about it." Cora said softly, as she brushed back a few stray strands of hair from her face. The woman couldn't be more glad to have her own head back to herself. It was much quieter that way, and less maddening. And no more talking to herself. Okay, there would still be talking to herself, just not the kind that involved an invisible third party.

Then the guy just down the bar, smashed the glass in his hand making Cora jump, spinning on the chair as her hand instinctively dropped for her blaster but she stopped short of drawing it. Spending as much time as she did in sleazy backwater bars, shattering glass usually meant a fight had just broken out and it was time to duck, grab a weapon, and place something between herself and said persons who started the fight.

The blonde breathed a sigh of relief to see the cause. Someone, clearly with a prosthetic. She knew that pain too well, having lost a leg some time ago. "Feth man! Give me a heart attack, will you...." Little did they all know that trouble soon enough would walk through the front door. But for now, they would all have a few more moments of peace, and quiet. Just a few.

[member="Lok Jorunn"] | [member="Naamah Aesham"] | [member="Chandelle Immelmann"] | [member="Daniel Tresk"]

 

[Beowoof]

"Green Gods, eh?" Chandelle grinned when she found out she had a betting partner. "Well, just don't be a sore--"

She was then interrupted by a resounding crack, followed by the tinkle of scattering glass. Some of the liquid that had been previously contained by the now-decimated vessel splashed onto her tank top, and the bartender held up her hands and gazed at her wet abdomen in a state of frozen surprise. "Dammit. I knew he shouldn't've gone for the cheap ones." Bosses. They just don't get it.

[member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Daniel Tresk"], [member="Cora Passek"], [member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"], [member="Chandelle Immelmann"], [member="Daniel Tresk"], @Lok Joruun


Bang! Some guy walked in and smashed a glass. That was quite loud and made not only wince, but instinctively spin and reach for her gun. Her free hand had been moving to the seam of her pants to remove her lightsabre from its hiding spot and ignite it, before she calmed the feth down. Clearly she was sort of paranoid. Then again, she had been in plenty of bars where things turned violent pretty quick.


And only left hell a short while ago. Evidently the Angel with a Shotgun was of the same mind set as she was. Oh, and the blonde suddenly felt a lot more powerful in the Force. Naamah felt even more uncomfortable. "That escalated quickly," she muttered, then gulped down the rest of her bottle.

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Lok felt their eyes on his form even before he glanced down to witness a bronze liquid working its way across the table. It dripped from his metallic fingers and shards of glass littered the bar in a small area just before his fist - with the remainder of the liquid precariously splashed across the stark white undershirt of the fiery-haired barkeep. Their Force presences flared just milliseconds before the shot glass shattered, and he didn't even have to look around to see how itchy their trigger fingers were.

"Ah, hell." The man groaned and unclasped his hand, the rest of the glass dropped to the table. "I'm sorry about that, I'm still not even used to this damn thing. I can't tell you how many tools I've been through because of it." His blue eyes traveled back to the barkeep's soiled shirt, "I've got an extra clean, white shirt in my speeder outside if you want it. I can pay for the glass too."

[member="Naamah Aesham"], [member="Chandelle Immelmann"], [member="Cora Passek"], [member="Daniel Tresk"]

 

[Kixi Rajki]

Tired and exhausted from her already long voyage, Kixi walked into the pub hearing the sound of broken glass. Thinking to herself, "I just get here now, I'm in no shape or condition for.....", then she suddenly realised that in actual fact no fight had been started, but that a man with dark hair and a beard had somehow accidentally broken a glass. "Umm I sense the light side in him", she muttered to herself. Kixi walked straight up to him at the bar, however by this stage Lok and others at the bar had noticed the young woman approaching them. They seemed to be starring at her what would surely be an unfamiliar uniform, however Kixi ignored them and rather kept walking to her man of interest. "Could he be a Jedi" she wandered, "If so, this will be the first I get to meet from outside the Confederate".

"Hi there, my name is Kixi", she extended her arm out to Lok and could already sense that he had detected the Force sensitivity in her. As he took her hand to shake it, Kixi turned to the red haired barkeep, "I'll have whatever fine Whisky you can recommend is soothing, plus buy this man whatever drink he was about to have before his hand", Kixi looked back at Lok with a smirk and crooked smile on her face, "Decided to eat his glass first". She didn't have the best sense of humour, however she always tried her best to be amusing at times when it was called for.

[member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Naamah Aesham"],[member="Chandelle Immelmann"], [member="Cora Passek"], [member="Daniel Tresk"]

 

[Cora Passek]

"Yep." Cora managed a shake of her head, relaxing her hand against her thigh, away from her weapon now. "Escalated quickly is an understatement." She mumbled, hoping just Drucilla would hear her.

"It's alright." Cora said to the strange man. "It happens. Took me a while to get used to my leg being like that." She said with a wave of her hand to his prosethic. Truth be told she still hated the prosthetic but it wasn't like she had much option at this point.

Her eyes did wander to the new girl that walked into the bar. It couldn't be missed that she was force sensitive, which was something that always made Cora twitchy. She still wasn't all that comfortable with her own powers, and very much blamed the Sith spirit that had only so recently been removed for her 'talents'. It wasn't what she wanted, but she was going to have to deal with it.

For the moment, still quiet. But there was a small group of men on their way to that very bar. Who were very much looking for the kind of trouble that Cora wanted to avoid. Alas, Cora still had far too many demons from her past that seemed to come about to haunt her. Tonight would be no different. Cora picked her glass and downed the rest of it quickly. About that time, a familiar face walked in. "Hey Cora .... Just who I was looking for." The blonde didn't even need to turn to know who this was. Call it an old friend from her Syndicate days.

"Crap." Was about the only word the blonde could think of as she spun around on her stool, to face the small grouping of men.

Her hand moved to her holster on her hip. "Ah, I should feel privileged, you needed what? Four others to come after me? And to think I thought you were a big boy." That was probably not the smartest thing to she could have said, as the man she was talking to pulled a blaster to and aimed for her. Cora only had a fraction of a second to duck and dive for cover. So much for a quiet drink.... She thought to herself.

[member="Kixi Rajki"] | [member="Lok Jorunn"] | [member="Naamah Aesham"] | [member="Chandelle Immelmann"] | [member="Daniel Tresk"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"], @Lok Joruun, [member="Chandelle Immelmann"], [member="Daniel Tresk"]


Well, that had gone well. So much for a few quiet hours in a run-of-the-mill bar. At least for a change it wasn't people who were coming after her. That would have been awkward for a number of reasons. Not the least the fact thar she did not have much in terms of space magic to call up on. Or the fact that she would have probably deserved to get killed. Ah, well, no point in starting to jump into the ocean of self-loathing again.


Common survival instinct took over. Naamah knew quite a bit about Cora's, how shall we put it, colourful past. It did not take a genius to figure out that apparently these thuggish characters were more spectres of the past haunting the blonde. It was not really her fight, but they had interrupted her drink and were shooting at her drinking partner. Besides, she was trying not to be Chaotic Evil these days. Blaster bolts were shooting towards Cora and Naamah quickly ducked in the nick of time, pulling out her blaster while she was at it.


Without waiting for a second, she fired off several live rounds into the fray, taking one down and then hurled her knife across the room to one of the men shooting, and slammed him in the knee with it, resulting in a satisfying scream. Her hand was moving towards her lightsabre, which was not that easy to reach due to where it had been concealed.

 

[Daniel Tresk]

Daniel nodded as the man with the prosthetic hand explained his situation. "Nah man, you're cool. I get it, it's hard to get used to it." He said aloud, as he turned to face the man. However, he swung past Lok to gaze at the newcomer to the bar. 'Great! My chances even out, back to the same odds as before.' Dan happily thought, as his chances of scoring increased once more. Sadly, his good mood was ruined when a sudden and random firefight broke out within the bar.

"In the name of the-KARKIN' SITHSPIT! Why is it every fethin' time I go into a bar a shootout breaks out! If anybody needs me, I'm gonna be in the back watchin' sports or somethin'!" Daniel spat out as he rapidly hurled himself over the counter and stormed into the back. He just wanted a drink, not a violent gunfight!

[member="Naamah Aesham"] [member="Cora Passek"] [member="Kixi Rajki"] [member="Chandelle Immelmann"] [member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Kixi Rajki]

Kixi could see it all coming. The Force, the mysterious power that could tell you almost anything in advance if you knew how to use it, and Kixi was clearly a Force adapt. She had walked into a foreign bar, light years from her home in another galaxy, had stopped here to rest and relax before continuing her long journey to Coruscant. And then this violent bar fight had broken out with some rough looking men and 2 women who could clearly hold their own.

"Great", she muttered to herself. "Do I follow Daniel to the back or do I intervene" she said to herself. Well that was not even a serious relevant question as Kixi already had leaped in front of the bar where Cora had taken cover with her lightsabre out and ready for action. "Now if the other 2 lightsabre wielding people here, Lok and Naamah could kindly follow my example", she thought herself, "this confrontation will be over and we can all go back to drinking and relaxing", and so she hoped anyway.


[member="Naamah Aesham"], [member="Cora Passek"], [member="Chandelle Immelmann"], [member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Daniel Tresk"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

It was never a Jedi's way to jump into something headfirst, especially not when talking to strangers. His mother had told him all about the awkward, strange people of the galaxy and their sly methods at getting you to fall into their traps. With such wise words of advice came a life full of suspicion and wariness around such folk - even this young woman who strode into the bar acting as if she'd known him all of her life. Lok played it all off coolly, using napkins nearby to clean up his mess and ensure glass hadn't fallen to the floor.

Then hell broke loose as he attempted to clean up his little mess. The other female patrons had apparently attracted some unwanted company who were now bearing down on them with blasters raised and snarls contorting their adrenaline-stricken faces. Lok sprung into action just after the defending patrons began to return fire. Collateral damage and bloodshed wasn't something he wanted, especially not after he'd ruined the barkeep's day.

"Hold your fire!" The man shouted, surging from his seat at the bar towards the attacker closest to him. A single reeled back punch was all it took, a mechanical prosthetic no doubt shattering numerous teeth and sending him flying into one of his partners. One of the men was struck in the leg by a flying blade and the last one reeled back in shock at how quickly his comrades had fallen.

Lok produced a weapon from his utility belt, aiming it at the last man standing. "I said hold your fire. Get out and go." He didn't wait for an answer, "Now."

[member="Kixi Rajki"], [member="Daniel Tresk"], [member="Naamah Aesham"], [member="Cora Passek"], [member="Chandelle Immelmann"]

 

[Kixi Rajki]

Kixi continued to stand there with her lightsabre in hand and in the same defensive position. She could see Lok with her peripheral vision, but kept looking at the men ahead. "You heard the man", she said slowly in a deep and what mistakenly commonly came across as angry but without a doubt, menacing, "Get out now!". Her face expression was cold and pale, while her eyes showing some hint of anger, a possible dangerous trait for all Jedi. The last man standing looked at Kixi, making eye to eye contact and appeared hesitant at first. And suddenly he lowered his weapon, and started hurtling his way for the door. By this time, the other men had gotten up and were in retreat too. As they stormed out, one of them yelled out to the 2 women they had tried to execute, "This isn't over, you haven't seen the last of us. The next time you won't have your Jedi friends around to help your sorry asses!".

Kixi turned off her lightsabre and holstered it. She turned around with a quick spin, her long blonde hair waived around her back as she spun herself to face the others. Her uniform was still clean despite what had happened, however her fringe was now a mess, as well as her hair dirty as a result of someone's drink spilling on it during the altercation. She liked wearing her uniform, although meaningless in the parts she was at now, the elegance of it, gave her a sense of confidence and authority. "Everyone alright?", she muttered out in a low pitched but stern voice?" Naamah, Cora and Chandelle were only then getting up from their spots of cover. Before anyone had answered, Kixi turned to Lok, "You were truly amazing", she couldn't help but flirt at him a little, even though she knew nothing would ever become of it. "You got rid of all those awful men with killing anyone. Not sure if I could've achieved the same result on my own". She paused, then assumed a firm stance and in a deep and serious voice, "On behalf of myself and everyone here, I thank you for settling this matter peacefully". Kixi did a quick bow and hand gesture, the formal type she was accustomed too on her home world as a sign of true respect.

[member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Daniel Tresk"], [member="Naamah Aesham"], [member="Cora Passek"], [member="Chandelle Immelmann"]

 

[Cora Passek]

If truth be told, that was not how Cora expected things to end. Nothing ever was that simple with her, but it seemed today she'd gotten a break. Good ole Syndicate boys, work for them for a couple months and they think they own you for the rest of your life. Slowly emerging from her cover, she gave a glance around the bar and to the others around her. "Suppose that could have gone worse." She muttered. It was what her lot in life. Taking a moment, Cora dusted herself off with a shake of her head. Giving a shrug, she returned to her seat and sighed.

Reaching down, she offered a hand to Drucilla. "Hope they didn't hurt ya, darlin'." The blonde said with a sigh.

A glance was given to Kixi and Lok in turn. "Thanks. Much appreciated. Past still seems to haunt me even now. Even with that life long over." Said with shrug. "Some people just can't let the past be." If only people could just let things go, her life would be a whole lot easier but then again she was the one who started this trouble forever ago. Revenge something she understood far too well by this point in her life, since so much of her own had been based on it. "Now ... how bout I get everyone a round .... on me. And we can all go back to enjoying sports for the day." She said with a wave of her hand, motioning to the barkeep. "Anything they want, long as it ain't expensive, completely on me." After all, it was best to make up for the trouble she'd caused simply by being here. "Just one day .... I want a quiet little drink without anyone to disturb me or shoot at me. That would be nice .... Is that really so much to ask for?"

[member="Kixi Rajki"] | [member="Lok Jorunn"] | [member="Daniel Tresk"] | [member="Naamah Aesham"] | [member="Chandelle Immelmann"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"], [member="Kixi Rajki"], @Lok Joruun, [member="Daniel Tresk"], [member="Chandelle Immelmann"]


"Well, that was anticlimactic," Naamah - or rather Drusilla, since that was the name she had introduced under and it's not like anyone in this bar knew her - commented dryly. The high-pitched voice of the unknown woman grated on her ears, but she let it slide. She missed the stern, yet alluring voice of Mirien Valdier. Oh, wait, this thread is supposed to be PG-13. Anyhow she dusted herself off a bit since it seemed some dust had landed on her clothes. Alas it appeared that during the brief scuffle her glass had fallen off the counter and been shattered. Well, that was a bit annoying. Fortunately the cute blonde wanted to pay for another round, which was nice.


She patted Cora on the shoulder. "Don't sweat it, darlin'. Ain't the only own who keeps running into demons of the past. Want a smoke?" she reached for a cigarette packet and a lighter in her rather worn black leather jacket and lit up, taking a deep drag, then offered the package to Cora. As everyone knew, smoking was bad for your health and so on, but she did not care much.

 

[Kixi Rajki]

Kixi could feel a terrible ache in her right leg and her right knee wasn't farring much better either by this stage. Her finally getting to sit down was a big sense of relief. She sighed as she sat down. She accepted a Corellian whisky courtesy from Cora who had just offered to pay for drinks for everybody. "Thanks", she said to Cora as she smiled at her. "This tastes really nice. So where exactly is Corellia?", she paused for a second as she noticed the funny look and face expression Cora and the others at the bar including the barkeep had suddenly given her. "Excuse my ignorance, but I'm not from around here", Kixi quickly said with a tinge of shyness in her voice and face expression. "Is it a popular world?, assuming it is a planet that is", she continued to ask as she finished her whisky and clearly, by her expression, had enjoyed the drink.

[member="Cora Passek"], [member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Daniel Tresk"], [member="Naamah Aesham"], [member="Chandelle Immelmann"]

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Vinskk lumbered into the cantina bar, his large frame, even by Trandoshan standards, paving a way through the people standing in the way. He took a seat by the main bar and hissed at the bartender, "Juma. Hoth it." Almost immediately, a juma on ice was next to him and he sipped on it, eyeing the patrons around him. There had been a scuffle recently. Vinskk could taste and smell the adrenaline in the air. The patrons to his right were in it. The amount of heat they were giving off was comparable to someone who fought, or almost did. He searched their bodies with their eyes, spying the concealed blasters and lightsabres on their bodies by the way those parts didn't glow like the rest of their bodies from the Trandoshan's infrared vision. He silently cursed to himself. Slavers are not popular amongst Jedi, and he just finished shipping off a large amount of Humans and Twileks to some crime lord or another. Nevertheless, he tried to remain cool, trying to let the drink bring down his natural aggression. "Vinskk wonders how many credits Jeedai go for in Exchange..." His mind still turned to the thought of credits, however much he tried to not think about it. Oh well, he thought. If a fight happened, Vinskk would end up on top. He always did.

 

[Kixi Rajki]

Kixi felt uncomfortable as the new comer, a non human studied her and the others. Although Jedi usually weren't intimated, this alien creature was doing just that to her. She tried to hide this as best she could, however she wasn't sure if he could tell. Where she had come from, she was mostly used to seeing humans. Although she knew that on Coruscant, at the Jedi temple where she was heading, that humans made up just a small percentage of the population. In fact that was the case for the whole planet and to no surprise at all, other worlds as well. She really wanted to avoid a fight at all cost. However she wasn't ready to leave just yet. She really wanted to learn more about where she was and had only now just began talking to the others. Besides she knew if she were to get into real strife, her starship and crew were in the vicinity of the planet's orbit and that reinforcements wouldn't be too far away.

[member="Revamp"], [member="Cora Passek"], [member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Daniel Tresk"], [member="Naamah Aesham"], [member="Chandelle Immelmann"]

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

The Trandoshan clicked audibly at the human Jeedai growing stiffer as he continued to study her. A Jeedai trophy? Exotic. Vinskk also knew a few people who would pay a shiny credit for a live specimen. Taking her out though...Vinskk knew, through conventional means, that a slaver was no match for a trained Jeedai. But he recalled some tips a former Sith assassin once told him about fight users of the Force. Poison. Sound weapons. Gunning for the civilians first, then moving on to the Jeedai. And if he was a master, kill the apprentice first. However, he did not have the equipment necessary to take the woman on, and he also took into account her friends around her. Hissing, Vinskk gave the woman a lingering stare and turned back to his drink. If he could not take her, Vinskk could at least create some entertainment...

 

[Kixi Rajki]

Kixi starred again at the Trandoshan. Tension building inside and her face expression clearly showing it. She didn't like being intimated. "No one indimates the First Prime of House Sunrider" she said to herself. She finally decided to break her silence. She got up and looked straight across to the Trandoshan. "Why do you give me death stares, I am of no threat to you, I am of peace", Kixi sternly said to him. Really in no mood to fight unless necessary she continued. "However if you do not like my type, I'm happy to leave, although I would really like to know what you see so repulsive in me". Kixi stood there waiting for the Trandoshan's next move.

[member="Revamp"], [member="Cora Passek"], [member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Daniel Tresk"], [member="Naamah Aesham"], [member="Chandelle Immelmann"]