Public The Last Call

[Watcher Lord]

R E C R U I T M E N T​

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Nar Kaaga​

The Dirty Dragonfruit Cantina​

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Not all that joined a Crusade or a cause did so out of the goodness of their hearts and stoutness of their spirits - to stand up for those that could not stand on their own and face the tyranny and terror that so many helpless denizens found forced upon their meager existence. For some, it took more than inspiring speeches and displays of grandeur to lure them to a cause, and in those instances, when righteousness and goodness would not move others to action, Wealth often did. What better place to find those seeking a purpose than a Cantina, dirty and dim, filled with music, smoke, and drink to dull the senses and one's own cognitive capabilities to reason if something was a good idea or not. The Dirty Dragonfruit Cantina was all those things, tucked away on the swampy planet of Nar Kaaga - a planet that itself could not survive without trade - was the perfect place to find those that would be easily won over with the promises of fame and fortune in their future - or at the very least, a means to go out in a blaze of glory for all to remember for countless years to come until the last flicker of remembrance was gone from those that stood witness.​

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Tucked away in the back corner of the otherwise lively Cantina was a grizzled old man, an eye long since replaced with a gleaming golden orb that he frequently shone by popping the object free and rubbing it vigorously against the scarf wrapped around his neck. His left arm - lost at the shoulder - had been haphazardly replaced some time ago with an ill-fitted and out of place prosthetic that looked like it belonged on a Loader-Droid rather than a human, though he didn't seem to complain too much about the replacement. Rather he rubbed his right knee, and his gruff voice slipped free as he sought to complain.​

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"Oh, the weather's changing youngins, I can feel it in this old knee of mine." ​

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A cough seemed to emphasize his age and his foretelling of a coming storm - though if he were correct would yet to be seen. Rather he pulled a large case closer to him, the clinking and clacking of solid coins slipping from it brought attention to the line that seemed to have gathered near his table. A soft grin slowly pulled at his lips as he looked up into the dimly lit Cantina. His robotic arm came up and his voice was freed once more, sounding like a Genie that had recently been released and found its voice only moments ago after eons of remaining silent.​

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"Come now, come now, come closer to Old Isabis, I couldn't bite you even if I wanted to - damn these old teeth and gums."​

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He let out a loud laugh, his hand smacking against the case to make it rattle and shake, his robotic arm came down on an old - nearly ancient - musical drum that filled his immediate surroundings with a loud rhythmic thudding. Then it came time for what all had gathered as he carefully pulled open his case to reveal the multitude of Aurei that rest within. Carefully drawing one out and just as deftly shutting the case close, he brought the coin up into the light, allowing its glimmering gold glint to shine into the eyes of those that had gathered around him before he brought it down slowly. Clutched between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, he began to carefully tap it against the drum to produce a slow and steady melody.​

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"Now this my lads, this is the Watcher-Lord's Aurei and it is a magical thing. You see there is a great many terrors that go bump in the night in the Galaxy. They have teeth that gnash and chew apart the Sith. They have claws that shred and rend the Jedi. They have a hunger that would see them consume the whole of the Galaxy if they were given the chance, and oh has their hunger seen the destruction of System after System. They are fast becoming a nightmare to frighten children to behave... they are the Bryn'adul." ​

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The man's hand continued to carefully tap the coin against the drum, a soft, almost wick chuckle slipping from his tired, dry throat. For some, it seemed that they were so enamored with the Coin that it mattered not what he spoke of, they would follow him for a full belly and new clothes that coin could provide.​

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"I do not come to appeal to your righteousness. I do not come to appeal to your goodness in your hearts. I come to appeal to your greed and offer you this. Take the Watcher-Lord's Aurei, join the Lastwall Militia, and perhaps you'll die in a blaze of glory remembered until the light in the Galaxy grows dim and cold. And some of you may even come out all the richer from the spoils of those Systems we reclaim."​

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He leaned forward just ever so slightly, his right hand seemingly producing a writing implement from thin air.​

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"Who has the courage to take the Watcher-Lord's Aurei and make their mark?" ​

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Spoiler: Objectives

• The Watcher-Lord's Aurei | Old Man Isabis has come to recruit would-be heroes for the Lastwall Militia, though he is not there to speak to the righteousness or goodness in your hearts. Rather, he offers a simple tantalizing prospect. Wealth and a chance at Glory. Do you dare push ahead of others in the line and make your mark first, or would you rather wait and watch and see who steps forward to make their mark?

• The Last Call | It is getting late on Nar Kaaga and Old Man Isabis has predicted that a storm was brewing and on its way. The Cantina is starting to shutter for the night and get ready for the storm if it is truly arriving. Though clearly the other patrons are not too worried and still drinking well past the Last Call of the night. Join the other patrons or find yourself a cozy corner to wait out the storm as you eavesdrop on other conversations.

• BYOO | There are other things to accomplish on Nar Kaaga that fit your own desires - do not let Old Man Isabis' temptation of an Aurei hold you back.

 

[Felix Aquila]

Mission: The Last Call​

Tag: Open​

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Felix didn't expect to get tied down here, but dying against a hail of monsters wasn't the kind of end he was looking for when the old man had attempted to recruit those nearby. So, Felix found himself nestled in the Cantina swapping stories with the locals and buying out the bar, drinks were on the house to those who entered seeking shelter from the storm. The beverages draining pint by pint as he would move to the center of the room in order to give a toast. Raising a glass of the finest whiskey the place had to offer, loaded with a singular ice cube to chill the burning fire-water just enough to make him forget the pedigree of this place was miles below what he was used to. ​

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"Oy! oy, calm it down you bunch of drunken buzzards! To all of you, new friends and survivors, as the storm comes In I'm looking forward to meeting each and every one of you. Hearing your stories, learning about your woes, your victories and the women who left you crying in the dirt. But most of all, I'm looking forward to watching myself drink each and every one of you under the table, as I've bought out the bar! Drinks are on me so long as there's booze on the shelves! Have a great night!"​

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There would be some clammor and cheering at the small presentation, but the young noble would down the whole glass in his hand in a single swig, ignoring the burning sensation as his senses forced him to cringe from the burn. Sitting down as the festivities would get under way. Felix remained at the center table, large enough that many could come to sit by him and enjoy the food and free alcohol for the remainder of the evening, hoping that nothing from the outside would find its way in during the storm. But battling to the death among a horde of angry drunks seemed like a far better ending than dying on a wall with a seasoned soldiers and veterans. Not to mention a much better story if they lived. ​

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Looking to one of the newcomers to the table as they group of them shuffled out another game of Pazak, Felix would ask, "So how did you get marooned on a place like this just in time for the storm of the century huh?" He would let out a laugh, grabbing one of the nibbles that were on the table and munching it happily. His senses were fuzzy around the edges. The tingle in his limbs showed signs of the drinks beginning to pile up as the world began to blur just a little, becoming all the more entertaining as time went on. ​

 

[Kalianah Vantilla]

Wearing: xXx
Tag: Felix Aquila

This was the last place Kalianah imagined she would have to hole up in for the night. It wasn't that she didn't like it here; the atmosphere and the people had a certain charm. But it was not the scene people like her frequented -- she stood out. Still there she had been there seated at a large table in the centre of the room, staring at the young man who had made quite the sceptical of himself just a moment ago. He had several of the drinkers in a tizzy and it was amusing. Kalianah wondered if his bold behaviour was whiskey-induced charisma or just stupidity. Whatever he was it made for good company while the lot of them waited down the storm.

Hearing the old man in the corner, her attention turned toward him, and she listened to the tale he was telling. She was not the type of woman to be won over by fairy tales and fantasies, or promises of valour but her interest was piqued. It was not because she was a good person, and she didn't care for the plights of others. But as the daughter of a crime load the riches of the galaxy had a way of winning her over. And sure enough her attention was caught. She took a drink of whiskey, letting the burn settle on her tongue and feeling it down her throat when the liquid was swallowed, grimacing slightly but enjoying the sting of it.

Hearing a question poised, and assuming it was asked to those in the vicinity, her head turned back to Felix Aquila . The expression on her face was amused as she took him in, his mannerisms, the look in his eyes. Kalianah was quite certain he was a few drinks in at this point and probably not in the best mind set. "Oh, the right place, right time, I suppose." She answered, smiling at him. "Some of them don't seem to worried about it so it might not be that bad?"

 

[Felix Aquila]

Mission: The Last Call​

Tag: Kalianah Vantilla ​

Wearing: link​

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She would notice immediately by taking in the young man's eyes as they would focus upon her, a regal almost bombastic aqua purple to that of a sunset kiss orange as his attention would focus on her and immediately react in such a manner. The dazzling gleam seeming unsure of whether to become more rich and redden deeper towards more crimson fire colours or brighten with more excitement into dancing margarine. None the less she would have his attention. All the while an unintentional smile crossing his lips, far more subtle and even a little more bashful as she seemed to give him just as much attention which he would attempt to break with a slight laugh as he would listen to her small but albeit not unheard of story. ​

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It wouldn't take much to determine that the boy was certainly a couple of drinks in, as to how much that seemed to have afflicted him however remained to be seen. He'd listen looking up to meet her eyes side on, attempting not to stare. "I suppose I'm in the same ship then, but I've found that's where all the best people are." He'd return her smile. "Although I wouldn't be too sure about that storm if the people here were anything to go by, haha. Some of the folks here seem like they're drinking and partying like it will be their last day on earth." He'd look over to one of the other groups, a table with lines of shots and empty vessels forming a glass graveyard at the side of their table. Each of them verbose and uncaring of the other tables around them, so much so that many of the immediate tables around their group were empty, however it seemed that more than a couple of them were simply due to being assimilated into the rowdy group. ​

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Felix couldn't help but laugh as one of their chairs they had been leaning on with another sat in their lap gave way beneath them, collapsing to the booze tarnished floor with a crash. The group bellowed with laughter at the drunken fools as the passenger who had been along for the ride flushed red with embarrassment due to the shriek they had let out. As Felix looked back, it seemed the red would have won the war for his eyes for now. Yet he couldn't help but think what he would be doing, if the Bryn were indeed at the tip of the spear here, what would they do should they crash in and attempt to defend the place? Is this how he would want to spend his last night alive? Drinking the night away? Certainly not, there would need to be faaar more mischief involved. But such things always required a partner...​

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"Speaking of..." Felix would begin, pouring himself another drink and offering another to the mysterious woman who had answered him. "Say anything were possible, and this world were coming to an end. How'd someone like yourself hope to spend it?" He couldn't help but think of it as an interesting question, something a little away from the norm, considering the circumstances it seemed appropriate. ​

 

[Kalianah Vantilla]

Wearing: xXx
Tag: Felix Aquila

If the eyes were the window the the soul then his certainly had stories to tell, so much so that attempts were not made to not stare into them. It was not that Kalianah was young, and giggly, and bashful in the company of the handsome young man but that his eyes were certainly unique, memorising even. Even his mannerisms were enough to keep her attention for a moment longer. "You never know, for some of them it might be. Or they wish it was." She speculated in a quiet voice after finally tearing her gaze from his to instead stare at the table that now held his focus. Kali had never been a fan of alcoholism, had never understood the need to drink oneself into a stupor just to be able to have a good time. She had certainly never needed to -- she could find enough trouble on her own.

Subtlety had been more her forte than his in the moment the chair collapsed. Her eyes quickly turned away, finding something across the room to stare at as a hand raised to cover her mouth. As she worked to stifle her laughter, so as to not draw the wrong kind of attention, her shoulders shook slightly, only to increase in tempo as the man's own laughter drew the attention of others nearby, who joined in the chorus of laughter, adding to her amusement in that moment. There was a part of her felt a pang of sympathy for them while another thought it was what was deserved. Her laughter had died soon enough for her to refocus on him when a drink was offered, which she took with thanks.

Once more did Kalianah search for his eyes, this time finding them to be red and equally as mystifying. A single brow rose in a curious gesture at his question. The smile on her lips was suddenly playful as she hummed thoughtfully. It was an innocent enough question though could be misconstrued as flirtatious. “Oh, I don’t know.” Kalianah hummed, tapping a finger against her lips in feigned thought. “Maybe with a good man? Someone willing to show me earth-shattering bliss as the world ends. Sounds like a good way to go.” Her tone was soft and sultry, eyes narrowing playfully at him from over the rim of a glass as she swallowed down a mouthful of whiskey. “But something tells me that might not be what you had in mind. So why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking.”

 

[Felix Aquila]

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Mission: The Last Call​

Tag: Kalianah Vantilla ​

Wearing: link​

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There was something about this one that Felix couldn't put a finger on, a playful mystique that he couldn't help but be allured by as he would search her stature for an angle, as if attempting to gain some further insight into her existence. It wasn't often he had found himself transfixed by a person, and never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he would find such a person in a dive like this, life truly was a whirl of wonders. Unlike her he didn't mind his gaze lingering on her, focusing his attention upon her wholly while ensuring that she knew she had all of his. Though he was sure to not linger quite to the point of hanging off her every word, but it would be as if the room itself were empty, completely devoid of intelligent life after the titular slapstick debacle at the table across from them, as it all faded away into uninteresting obscurity. Little more than a backdrop for the object of Felix's attention.​

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Felix found himself waning to know her mannerisms, her tells, subtle smirks and micro-expressions which would betray hidden emotions as he would sip on whatever constituted for top shelf in a place like this. An image of a flash of passion would cross his minds eye, distracting enough that the solitary vision would threaten to shake his composure. Because of course they'd happen now... Never had gaining insight into a possible future been the last thing on his mind like it was now, he wanted to exist in the present... Were he another man, someone a little more coy or open he would positively flush at the absolute tease that she dangled before him in the form of her answer to his question. But, retaining composure against all odds. a subtle genuine smile would creep across his lips, all the while his muscles would tighten just a little as his posture shifted, like a fighter altering their stance against an unexpected opponent. ​

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"Oh? And what makes you think that's not what I had in mind? Sharing, unique experiences with someone close certainly beats facing an apocalypse alone. But right now the world is sleeping, I'd thought to go exploring. Besides, it's a pretty good night for forbidden fruits..." Felix would state in a somewhat matter-of-fact manner. Under the storm they could go anywhere, do anything, there was no law in the city for now, that was assuming there was going to be a city left. There was likely looting and the like, general chaos as an ephemeral storm like this would provide cover for the myriad deeds of others outside the relative safe zone of the estranged bar. But therein lay a veritable playground for the free spirited to explore.​

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Taking another sip from his glass and finishing it off he would place it back down on the table, letting the ice cubes melt in the arid room temperature of the room as it became more and more packed by the patrons who would continue to move through the buildings entrance in order to seek sanctuary. "I mean, there's always joining the Lastwall if you would rather. For Gold and Glory, right?" Felix would await an answer, leaning a little big closer, running his fingertip along the top of his glass with enough force to lift its edge off the table, balancing it to spin as the ice would clink in wordless punctuation. ​

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Which would it be? ​

 

[Kalianah Vantilla]

Wearing: xXx
Tag: Felix Aquila

This time it had not been curiosity or amusement that clouded her own blue eyes but something else, something darker, more salacious in nature as words were perceived as both challenge and promise. And Kalianah had never been the type of woman to back down from a challenge. Nor was the the type not do something because it was considered immoral or unladylike. No, she lived life in the moment, for her own happiness, her own pleasure. But in that moment she lived in the future; there was a premonition, a hope, a demand, for what their future could hold. Kalianah imagined his lips would taste it like muddled-whiskey, intoxicating and addictive, that the taste would linger on hers long after his departure. She imagined that the night would be filled with hot breaths and desperate kisses, the sensation of skin-to-skin contact. There was no doubt he would see the emotions in her eyes, in the way her body shifted, in how her thighs brushed together before the chair legs scrapped against the floor, loudly and unexpectedly as she stood.

The world had faded from her peripheral also, until at that remained as him and her wild imagination, so that the stares of those nearby did not matter or bother her in the slightest. Palms pressed firmly against the table, supporting her weight as she branched across the distance, back arching in a way that had the skirt rising up the backs of her thighs. Teeth dragged over her lower lip, the gesture purposely coy, as her eyes looked him over head-to-toe, sizing him up. Kalianah had not minded where they went or what they done, only that mischief and mayhem could be achieved beneath the cover of the storm, as the world came to an end. “I do not want for glory and gold.”

She was the daughter of a Blacksun Underlord, was an aspiring criminal kingpin, trained in the Sith arts by a monster of a mother, so, no, she did not want for such trivial things. Though even with that being said she would still join the Lastwall for her own selfish reason; to see what it was about, what could be swindled and learned and kept for herself. Her interest had been piqued by the old man and she wanted to know more. But for the moment the young man had her attention, completely. “I want for a life filled with pleasure, adventure, and to never be boring. I want for every fantasy and dream I could have to be fulfilled. I want for you to take me from this bar and show me a good time while the world ends." As for what exactly that could entail could decided at the right time, and the right place, but there were expectations that it would be an evening to remember.

 

[Felix Aquila]

Mission: The Last Call
Tag: Kalianah Vantilla
Wearing: link

If only he knew...​

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She'd stand, abrupt as she would stare directly in such a manner that he would swear that she was peering into his own very soul, penetrating him in search for his desires as he was searching for hers. But in that he could see her squirm just that small amount, her graze her lower lip and meet his eyes again with a sort of hunger usually possessed by wild felines seeking to devour the meek. Felix would sigh, closing his eyes for a moment for a quiet attempt to plan, exhaling in a long drawn out fashion as his smile would deepen, his eyes would open having turned from a smouldering scarlet to a playful rose in an instant, as the final whisps of the effervescent crimson decorated the deepest pits of his iris' towards his pupils. ​

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Standing to meet her as she had finished her proclamation he wouldn't make a sound, simply moving around the side of the table and grabbing one of her hands, gripping it tightly as they would seek to move. They didn't have long if they wanted to beat the storm, he could feel the pressure change as it bore down, winds picking up and more as he would make his way for the entrance. Several of the Bar staff would warn him about going out into the disaster that awaited them, but he simply waved off their concerns with a confident nonchalance. Looking to his newly found partner in crime. ​

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"Well then, after you. Let's see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into."​

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As Felix would step out into the world beyond the tavern's portal the wind would almost knock the breath out of his lungs. They were strong, stronger than he had anticipated as it seemed that the storm was little less than half an hour to descend upon the city. There were a couple of sights to see, there was a carnival which had rolled into the inner city before the evacuation which the storm would more than likely destroy by the end of it, but there was also an aquarium, deep and maze-like, more than likely abandoned due to the storm and risk of flooding as the storm would likely shatter the glass of the enclosures. ​

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The Aquarium was in part sponsored by House Aquila, run by a mogul who had always thought of himself as a collector who had been in love with the sea. The Menagerie was an impressive one with sea life, benign and dangerous from all across the galaxy. Rare artifacts found within the depths of the oceans permeating his exhibits all for the taking should they wish it... no doubt others would have a similar idea, gangs and the like in the interim before it became a wildlife sanctuary in place of a Zoo. Felix thought that ending at the ruins of a carnival might just be the best way to end things if they were to get out of this whole mess unscathed. ​

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So, sure enough he would begin to move with purpose, hoping to outrace the storm still happily gripping the hand of the girl he'd only just met, rolling by the next couple of blocks until they would find the entrance to a building, stairs running down into the depths as the sounds of unfathomable creatures could be heard baying at the presence of the ever-present storm. ​

 

[Koran Bardok]

Koran listened to the old man and weighted his options.

He needed a lot of money if he was going to finish what he started, and he was short on it, the money itself was a big temptation.

Then again, for such a pay it must be a risky job, what would he do with all of that moneh if he lost his head while getting it?

But how would he finish his project if he didn't take this opportunity?

Koran decided to, for the first time in his life, not listen to his instincts and approached the old man, he needed the money and was intrigued by the offer.

"I'm up for the challenge old man, count me in."

Watcher Lord

 

[AshTornado]

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[Natsu Verren]

Natsu's Burra starfighter exited hyperspace, and as Nar Kaaga entered his vision, Natsu let out a long sigh. Nar Kaaga was not his favorite place to visit, a desolate pit of scum in his eyes. For a moment, Natsu almost regretted spending a majority of his money on his starfighter. But it was a fleeting moment, as Natsu recalled how much he despised the previous band of bounty hunters he had travelled with. What a stupid lot. All they could think about was spending their earnings on drinks. The thoughts ran across his head, taking almost all of his focus. Natsu shook his head, and reminded himself why he was here. His accounts weren't going to fill themselves, and unfortunately money is required to live. Natsu piloted the ship down to the surface of the planet. As he landed on a ljuanding dock, he was sure to conceal the lightsaber in his robes. Despite being neither Jedi nor Sith, the sight of a lightsaber can bring a lot of unwanted trouble. He briskly climbed out of the cockpit, and walked to the local cantina. If work can be found anywhere, well, Natsu could be sure he could find some form of work among the drunks and the idiots. Hood up, Natsu walked into the cantina, and sat himself at the bar, half paying attention. The words of the old man rang through the bar, but Natsu had a tough time focusing on his words, as there was another shouting in his ear. Then another, brazenly saying he was up for a challenge. Turning Natsu quickly spit out, "What is your intent, oh brave one? To save the lives of the innocent? Or to earn riches beyond the wildest man's beliefs? You will die before you see any credits, I can tell you that. Have you ever fought one of those monsters before? They aren't for the faint of heart. Seeing a brother get ripped to shreds in an instant, it is a sight you will never forget. Do you think the everlasting impact of blindly following an old man's tale is worth the potential riches or glory?"

Koran Bardok

 

[Koran Bardok]

As soon as Koran accepted the offer he could hear a hooded figure warn him that it was brave but foolish of him to accept.

Truth be told, Koran was starting to doubt himself, he had never heard of the beings the old man mentioned and he knew that for that amount of money it must be hard work, now this stranger showing up and warning him not to accept had also worried him, but also made him curious.

Then again, it wasn't unlikely that both men were crazy, Koran had faced a lot of creatures and none were as threatening as these two made this one sound. Then again, maybe they found it in the unknown regions, a lot of mysterious things reside there.

Koran decided to remain polite to the stranger and try to dig for information.

"Thank you for the warning stranger, but I'm in this not for the money or the fame, I'm in it for personal reasons. You speak of these beings with great fear, have you faced them before?"

Natsu Verren

 

[Natsu Verren]

Natsu raised his eyebrows at Koran. For personal reasons? What kind of personal reasons could motivate you to leap into death?

Scanning the crowd, Natsu took in just exactly what type of people were in the cantina. It didn't seem like the typical scum found on Nar Kaaga. People young and old, rich and poor. Some with plates of beskar armor, others with simply nothing with them. Some had the finest weaponry a man can buy, but most had mid tier weapons, or at best hunting rifles. Sighing, Natsu turned his attention back to the brave man. "Don't confuse my caution for fear. I have not personally met these beasts in battle, but I knew someone who did face them. Just knowing one that survived is a miracle. Many are not fortunate enough to tell the tale he did."

Motioning towards the crowd in the cantina, Natsu continued. "These people here. You notice the disparity between them? None are alike. Because none truly know what they are facing. They've heard whispers and rumors, but I doubt many has encountered a survivor. In my line of work, you meet many types of people, just like you do in a cantina. The man I worked with, well, he died simply because he saw armor that barely resembled those monsters. He froze in place, and had his head blown off. Not a pretty sight."

Natsu stood up, and leaned in closer to Koran. "Unless you are used to the sight of pure, uncivilized, horrible deaths and you have no qualms in taking a life, you WILL die."

Koran Bardok

 

[Koran Bardok]

Koran listened to the mans tale and looked around the cantina, noticinf that he was right, everybody were geared differently.

Thats when he focused on the stranger himself, he seemed to be unarmed but something like that would be foolish, Koran then felt the force-sensitivity in the man and noticed how concealing his cloak was, almost as if he was hiding a weapon.

But nobody hides all their weapons, not in a place like this, unless the said weapons are lightsabers.

This man seemed to be another force user, but which one exactly? He didn"t feel like a Sith or like a Jedi, he seemed to be a Gray like Koran, but he couldn't be sure without asking him.

Koran decided to confide to the man, this way he could potentialy get more information.

"Let me guess, you are a Gray Jedi too? If so I suppose I could reveal my reasons for this to you."

Natsu Verren

 

[Natsu Verren]

Natsu let out a loud laugh. Composing himself, he looked Koran directly into his eyes, almost as if peering into his soul. Smirking, he says, "Call me what you wish. I am but a simple man who spent all of his earnings on a fancy starship. Your reasons are your own, but I must admit, you have succeeded in intriguing me."

Opening his robe, he showed his sleek lightsaber to the Grey Jedi. "I'm not one of your kind, but I do know how to kill things. I feel as if I've killed scarier than these beasts that haunt the galaxy. Now come on. I showed you mine. Show me yours."

Koran Bardok

 

[Koran Bardok]

Koran smiled and moved his cloak a bit revealing two holstered lightsabers, he then took a seat and motioned for the man to do the same.

"I suppose I should start from the beginning. I used to be a member of a Jedi order, but after some experiments with midi-chlorians, cloning, and making creatures with no midi-chlorians, the order got pissed, ruined all my work and kicked me out, but I was smart and hid parts of my work all over the galaxy, I know I put a being with way too much midi-chlorians around here but forgot where... however, creatures tend to flock around the places I hid my work, due to nature of it, so I thought I could kill those creatures and retrieve my work."

Koran stopped talking and looked to the stranger infront of him.

"I know this may be a lot to take in, but thats the gist of it and the reason I'm willing to do this stuff. Oh, and uh, would you be willing to help me? I can pay you or give you all the information I have."

Natsu Verren

 

[Natsu Verren]

Natsu whistled as he closed his robe once more. "Two lightsabers? Sure, it's affective if you're facing an average duelist. But I presume you fight with the Jar'Kai form, unless one of those is for show. A good offensive form, but it leaves many holes in your defense. Alas, we're not facing fellow laser sword swingers. So, you might be more effective against the monsters than I would be." That is, if I wasn't faster than you.

A grin formed over Natsu's face. Anyone who was adept with the Force could sense the eagerness in Natsu, but at the same time, a hidden undertone of malice. It faded quickly however, and the grin disappeared from Natsu's face. Running his hands through his tied up hair, Natsu looked away and sighed. "Sorry. I got excited there. I grew up studying the art of the duel, and well, how to kill ones loved by the Force. For a moment there, I was interested in fighting you, testing your skill."

Natsu looked back at Koran. "It doesn't matter, though."

As if the very breath coming out of his mouth was colder than Hoth, daggers in his eyes, Natsu says, "I'd win."

 

[Koran Bardok]

Koran looked at the man, he was very confident, a bit too much for Korans taste.

"Correct, though I'm also quite skilled in Aratu, as for who would win that is something we could debate until the end of time, unless you are willing to lower the power output of your saber to non-lethal levels and take this outside, since I'm more than willing to do that."

 

[Kalianah Vantilla]

Wearing: xXx
Tag: Felix Aquila

His touch was like wisps of fire licking along her skin when he had taken her hand, scorching her veins with excitement when he tugged her from that place. It hadn't mattered that the world might be coming to an end, that she didn't know his name, and he hadn't known hers, just that he was oh-so-willing to oblige the demands of a stranger. Laughter bubbled past her lips only to disappear on the wind, the gusts silencing any words she might have wanted to speak as they passed the threshold into the wild outside. Her hold on his hand tightened, body moving closer to the shelter of his as he whisked her through the streets, clinging to him as though he kept her sheltered, as though the wind would tear her away if he weren't there to hold her. Lips spread into a smile when their destination was revealed, an aquarium.

Kalianah had half a mind to ask if he had gleamed her fondness for aquariums from her mind, if she had been so easy for him to read, or if he had picked their destination at random. Whatever his answer might be, the expression on her face was one of utter happiness as his hand was relinquished at the base of the stairs. It wasn't that he was forgotten, or that his company paled in comparison to their surroundings. But she was smitten with wonderlust despite the criminal company that she normally kept. Fingertips stroked along the glass panels of the first enclosure, the panicked baying of the creatures now a backdrop accompanied by the storm as it finally settled overhead, a beautiful melody. And though her attention was divided between the handsome young man behind her and the paradise he had taken her too, she still noticed that they were not the first to come here.

There were wet footprints on the ground and fingerprints that were not hers on the glass, likely from those seeking shelter from the storm and to plunder the treasures in the waters. It had not mattered, at least not in that moment, as she watched the movements of the murky water caused by the unease of whatever creature lurked within. As she stared, fingers still stroking along the glass as though to coax the beast forward, her eyes had instead focused on the reflection of him behind her, as though bewitched by the sight of him. And though Kalianah was not a teenager, and she was no so easily swayed by the trivial charms of men, she had to admit there was something about him.

 

[Natsu Verren]

Natsu shrugged. "As fun as that sounds, drawing our blades will cause more trouble than it's worth. After all, these things go for quite a lot on the black market. We should wait for the old man to tell us our destination. You intrigue me. I will help you find your work among the beasts, however, I will demand more than fair compensation. You work sounds quite valuable, and well, we're facing the greatest threat to the galaxy since the Great Galactic War."

"First, however, I don't believed I've introduced myself. My name is Natsu Verren. Certified bounty hunter and Sith killer. My sole motivator is the complete destruction of the Sith.. Oh, and money. And you are?"