The Siren Song [Open to All]

[Dovan Grey]

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THE SIREN SONG​

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The blaster at his side may have been fake, but he knew it was enough to deter most unwanted attention in a seedy cantina like The Siren Song. Silas had modeled it after D-18 pistol and it had all the notable markings of the blaster pistol, though closer inspection would reveal it was only a few broken hydrospanners and the spare parts from some power couplings fused together. He had every intention of purchasing some type of weapon before traveling to Chandrila, but after buying passage on a cargo freighter he couldn't afford to spend to the credits. If this endless exile continued much longer, Silas Lastorm would be out of money.

Security wasn't top priority for most when traveling to a peaceful world in the Core like Chandrila, but Silas had made his way into a section of the world hidden in it's shadows. He looked down at his chrono again, tapping his fingers faster on the dirty bar. His blue and tan tunics blended in with the vibrant colors and he had drawn his hood before leaving the ship, but that had not been enough to stop a Twi'lek with too many drinks from starting up a conversation.

"It's all...it's all just a big karkin' cycle. Another war, another one, another one." The alien spoke through inebriated hiccups, unaware of Silas' complete lack of interest. "I mean, if you spent...spent half the time that I did in the...Outer...Rim..." Silas finally tuned out the Twi'lek. Silas was interested in what almost anyone had to say, just not when they were speaking in half sentences.

He could feel the cylinder underneath his robes growing warmer, but he knew it was only his imagination. He had obtained the vial over a month ago and there had been no change to the plant inside since then, he was just being paranoid. Traveling with Monotropa Triflora wasn't illegal or dangerous necessarily, but he knew it was worth enough credits that it should be kept out of sight in a place like this. Finally, he could see a furry outline headed into the cantina and excused himself from the Twi'lek who wouldn't even notice his absence. When Silas sat down at the shadowy booth in the corner, he had to squeeze in since the wookie across from him took up most of the table.

"Doesn't that bowcaster draw some strange looks on a planet like this?" Silas said. The wookie cocked its head for a moment. He wasn't sure why he was making small talk, especially given his lack of skill at it. The wookie began roaring in shyriiwook and the small talk quickly ended. "Yes, I have what you're looking for." The wookie grunted. "There was a problem with the first removal process, but I perfected it on my next attempt. Exposure to light causes the plan..." The wookie growled and Silas silenced himself. "I can hand it over once the credits are in my account." This time the wookie was silent, looking Silas intently for a moment and the weight of the massive creature seemed to be carried in his gaze. Another growl, this one was less aggressive than the others, carrying more concern. "Well, I can't let you see it. Now, I understand. But as I was saying, exposure to light will kill the plant, so it must remain in it's container until in complete darkness." The wookie said a few things Silas didn't understand, but he had never learned how to curse in shyriiwook so he figured it out through context. "Trust me. Triflora is bioluminescent, so you'll know it's the real deal when you see it. Just don't touch it. The numbing properties used for medicine are really painful in it's raw form." The plant also had the ability to consume and overtake other plants, but Silas kept silent about that feature and hoped that wasn't the wookie's intention. His buyer stared at Silas for another long moment, while the uncomfortable Hapan looked around the room to ensure they still had their privacy. The wookie finally pulled out a datapad, punching in a few codes until Silas received the notification of his payment. The wookie growled after Silas gave him the cylinder, still seeming unsure, but the creature made it's way out of the booth and began to leave the cantina.

Silas let himself breath. The deal was done and now he had at least enough credits to last a few weeks. He could feel his burdens slightly lifted, like the breeze was blowing on the world again. With a little more peace and calm than he arrived with, Silas decided to take the time to grab a drink at the bar. He had been running himself ragged and maybe some relaxation would suit him nicely. He looked around, seeing a plethora of interesting, strange, unknown faces.

 

[Samantha Jade]

[member="Silas Lastorm"]

It was then after what seems been a long-winded haul of a job Sam figured to maybe take a breather before head back base side to her day job as it were. Now that deal was all but done with and for all her work that she at least not only had a shiny new cred in her pocket along with a nice bit intel route that ship could take thru one the popular space routes. To maybe skirt thru a bit unwanted detection if one needed too from a certain smuggler she happens to cross path with.

At any case with this two thing in her pocket she then figured she atleast earn herself a little time off and drink. But then given her somewhat close affiliation to a certain group for who may or maynot be welcome here on Chandrila. And yet despite the risk play off talk she'd heard from one the crew she cross path with about a certain bar here. That she could help to resist least check it out seeing she was here already..... a place called The Siren Song. Which once she enter and noted it be somewhat a seedy cantina....did little to deter her althought it sort heighten up her sense a tad bit.

Which was for her not so much a big deal having grown up the way she had it was not so much the danger that bother her. So as long drinks were decent and the company kept to their biz that she figured it be fine. So walk in and head towards the bar she then drop a few decent cred then place her order for a glass of corellian ale. To which the bartender with faint nod seem acknolage her words before turn round get her drink.

 

[Dovan Grey]

He sat down at the bar, sneaking glances at the Devaronian next to him. He tried not to think about the wookie, about the deal. The next chapter was starting for Silas, he only needed a few credits to begin. He was sure that Onseya's only motivation was profit, but if the plants were used as medicine then eventually Silas hoped would be helping someone. He had only just met the wookie while out in Ryloth, but he would sense something if Onseya had evil intentions. He remembered Hawshiichol, his guardian, warning him against underestimating the opposing forces of the universe. Silas snapped back, trying to let his mind relax like he had planned. He leaned forward, hoping to catch the eye of the Chiss behind the bar.

He noticed something else. A movement in his mind, some piece of the galaxy shifting around him. The Force was doing something and he felt it coming like the coolness before rain. His eyes scanned, unsure what they were searching for, but hoping that it would reveal itself. The bartender was speaking to a young Twi'lek, his glowing red eyes squinting, while the Twi'lek radiated a presence in the Force like a lioness. He didn't feel danger from her, but he could sense the eyes of a hunter. Next to her, a bounty hunter clearly wore his blasters at his side. He looked human, though Silas had an especially difficult time differentiating the variations of human looking species like his own. Silas didn't sense anything, but the bounty hunter seemed to have the attitude of someone who had been in space a little too long. The dark rings around his eyes, unfocused eyes, and a tight grip on fresh drink. He leaned his head on his hand out of exhaustion, but his determination to drink was impressive. There was another patron at the bar Silas couldn't see, a large Trandoshan was in the way. The only thing visible was a hand resting on the bar with a heart on her hand. It was next to a newly placed, and rather large, glass of some type of ale. Silas reached out in the Force to that spot and a strange thought came to him. A memory of his time of Felucia, one that often replayed in his mind despite his best efforts. When his herd, the aliens who had taken Silas in and raised him, sent him into a exile. It was a painful memory, whelming up thoughts of thoughts of loneliness and the loss of Hawshiichol from his life. She wasn't just a guardian. He had lost his teacher, his master, his leader, and mother in together. Silas pulled back like he had touched a hot engine.

He sat still for a long moment. Wondering if that was the movement of the Force, something drawing him into that moment and memory, but he kept his eyes moving. He tried to study the Trandoshan, but his mind was blank. He could overhear the Devaronian next him to talking on his comlink, but words seemed to bounce away without retention. It felt like the Force that had been moving had collapsed in on itself. He could still feel it, but it no longer swelled the way it had only moments before. Silas stared at the bar, his eyes froze as though he had no control over them, but he was only lost in a strange, sense of sluggishness.

"You need a drink." When Silas looked up, the Chiss was standing there staring.

[member="Samantha Jade"]

 

[Samantha Jade]

[member="Silas Lastorm"]

It was at that time as she waited on bartender serve her drink that she could help muse at alone thought that cross her mind. As he then happens glance down at her hand resting upon the scruff looking bartop. Where though seem insignificant she came to note the heart-shaped scar upon topside one hand somewhere between her index and middle finger. Of which she could help let sly smirk play upon her lips as the memory of old seem came brush upon her mind. Of a time long before the worries of the present held sway over her back when as a child he reminisces on a trip he and her father made. To a place seem so magical as much it seems terrifying to her young mind.... a place where seem tree as tall her eye could see in seem all color of the rainbow flourished.

That she one day despite her father warning disobediently scamper off wander on her own. Becoming loss within the thick of the foliage that she met what seems her such a strange peculiar being tending what she guessed was a valley of equally peculiar blooms seem as far the eye could see.

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And it was there in the middle of those fields that she first learn the harshness of life as the stillness of the day had soon been punctuated but the ungodly roar of a large terribly frightening beast. One which could have easily swallowed her whole if or when it happens to get its massive claw around her form. And yet thankfully bu the goddess blessing as she one too often hear her father exclaim. That the great beast didn't and before long her father had tracked her down seemed almost near tears in fear. That she unwittingly stumbled back stub her hand upon the hard course earth from which she stood.

And just like that, the memory faded just as she felt a gruff course hand grab her from behind. Just as she gotten and held her drink which looked seem quite massive against her petite fingers.That she then quickly spun around just in time meet the seem large Trandoshan face to face who with a sneer grunted.

"Well ... well...well if it ain't the little runt herself... I knew I've recognized yah from somewhere. But enough talk you know the drill ....pay up and I just might be persuaded not rat yah out the boss....."

It then seemed not to show any fear and being so bold as to take a sip of the ale that she replied.

"Well hey yourself ....and just for the record the boss knows and I already wired half the pay to him. Along with the fact he would be sourly cross if he'd find out that you been harassing me while i finish a drop just he himself has set up. Add to that scare one mighty important buyer at that...tsk...tsk...he probably has your hide strung up like the sail on a Hutt's barge... now if you would excuse it seem my buyer is here...."


She then moves off to one side soon after as take note of a hopefull friendly face in the crowd (silas)....or that she assumed him be. Cross her fingers as she did so as under her breath she let out a faint curse in Huttsen, Hope if nothing else that her ploy work just enough for her make a decent escape.