The Terminal [OPEN 'hangout thread' - No Fighting!]

[Maleus]

Became livid with anger as he noticed his saber being tossed to him by his counterpart. Knowing that it would be literally useless to scold him for his sleight of hand, he gave in. "If you want it, take it.." He'd toss it back towards the boy as he did so he'd say. "Just ask next time you want something of mine.." His voice remained all together apathetic because he himself already had a Lightsaber and because he did not have several appendages, it would prove to be fruitless to have the weapon any longer.

The metallic clang of his boots matting against the steel beneath his feet brought on a cacophony of noise. The two shadows moved skillfully in the midst of the crowd looking for any persons to interact with... A snide grin tugged at the ends of his lips as he came to the realization that there actually may be some people who could prove to be of some use.
Ballen-Ist
"We need to find Caden..."
Carden Lorps

 

[Carden Lorps]

Hehe Carden was thinking how much he liked the Mandalorian "hehe man im just messing with you I suck at hand to hand combat" he said with a smirk.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip stretched. He had been seated in a people transport for the last 48 hours or so. To say the least he was incredibly sore. He had had to go to the restroom five times through the flight and take an injection, just to keep his instincts down. It had been murder for him to get to the restrooms what with all the other people coming in and out. That last time he had almost lost it. And all the time people asked why he wore the beautiful dark blue robe, that covered all of him and the hood that covered his face. He had said innumerable times that he had a very ugly, slightly contagious skin disease just so people would leave him alone. By the end of the flight he was in the back of the ship with no one else talking to him. There had been a very polite young couple that had stayed and chatted with him for about an hour before they left for the night.

Harrip was taking a vacation off of Taris, he had gone to visit again. Unfortunately he had had to slip by their police force when they found him to be infected by the plague. He had checked up on some of the rakghouls that he remembered from awhile back, most though had been slaughtered in the expanses of colonies.

But that was the past, Harrip was now off the transport for a stop above this lovely little planet. He had stepped into the nice, clean terminal that was located there. He stalked through the room, until he reached a seat, making sure not to bump into anyone or snag his robe on anything. He sat down for a moment before standing back up and walking back forth thinking on the trip. He noticed a number of other nice faces. He looked at the small group of people talking. They seemed nice enough, he would leave them alone. Didn't want to invite himself into a conversation he would likely not be able to contribute to.

After a minute of walking he sat down and ordered a drink of scotch. The aftertaste of the on-board meals had been to artificial for his liking. He had to wash it away and hopefully that would kill the flavor pretty quick.

[member="Carden Lorps"]
[member="Maleus"]
[member="Corvetta Salvo"]
[member="Kohai Drenn"]
[member="Rav Naast"]
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Maleus]

His neck craned upwards to see the complex hierarchy of buildings that seemed to sprawl into infinity. From within the stasis bubble they were safe but if he were to venture outside, it would be a completely different story "Hmm,I should attend to the task at hand." . Things never all together worked out when he sought someone out, rather he enjoyed for the person he sought to come to him... He wished to finish his chat with the young Mandalorian, had it not been for his pesky comrades he would have finished the conversation and got what he needed. But now... Now he would have to start all over again...

He suddenly stopped as his mind was barraged with images of liquor and men who dined upon cheap marble... A bartender could be seen handing out alcohol which was watered down just enough so that the already inebriated denizens couldn't tell the difference... "Let us get a drink...." After he said these words he realized where his man was.... The boy frequented bars and even if he was not here, surely someone would have seen him at some point, thus the trail would not grow cold...

He'd push man and woman aside as he strode onward, towards the bar. He looked around, everyone seemed to be at ease with themselves, everything remained all together neutral... This was good.
And what's more, it seemed no-one would recognize him, though his surmising's would cease to be as he saw Carden based around the epicenter of the activity. [member="Carden Lorps"]
"Come my child, we have much to discuss, my apologizes for earlier but your comrades can prove to be unruly at times... Now, where were we?"
Ballen-Ist

Harrip

 

[Carden Lorps]

"Hmm I think you wanted to know about my group, oh sorry about my cousin Rangar he can be strong headed. Ok lets talk sith" he said calmly not knowing what the sith would do. "Lead the way"

 

[Carden Lorps]

(Double post sorry)

 

[Maleus]

He thought it best to diffuse any tension there might be between them, "Relax... We shall drink, this will be a festive occasion." As he drifted upon the seat one of the first things he'd notice was that it was extremely cold... He winced at the cold that was unusual as the environment was a controlled affair and they did their best to make it as comfortable as possible.. He'd sit with his arms at his sides, his posture was all together neutral, he wished to prove to the child that he had nothing to fear.

"No, enough about the freedom-fighters... I have a task for you and I will pay handsomely, should you complete this task... He'd slide him a vanilla portfolio, inside rested one item, a picture... The man in the picture sported a brown jacket which rested quite smugly on his person.. His auburn hair was cropped upwards which revealed his facial features which were quite normal.

"Two thousand credits for the completion of this task.. Bring him to me, alive.."
Carden Lorps

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

"Your eyes rival Hoth's in magnificence my dear..." His voice bore a tinge of mockery to it, as if he was making a not so subtle remark to her blood-shot eyes. "Is this seat taken?" He'd motion his index finger towards the chair that stood adjacently from here which was currently unoccupied.

A little too out of things to detect his mocking tone, Corvetta smiled at the Zabrak stranger's 'compliment'. "Wasn't taken until now..." And then he was up and over to the bar to hang with [member="Carden Lorps"]. Shrugging, the pilot girl decided that maybe the big boys needed to have their space to talk about all their war stories.

Turning to [member="Kohai Drenn"], she gave a tired smirk and asked, "Hey, Ko-Ko, you gonna be around a while? I know it's a lot to ask, but I really need to shut systems down for a moment--haven't slept in days." She nodded over towards a dimly lit corner. "I'm gonna take a couch hostage. Can you make sure I don't get kidnapped in the meantime? I promise I'll help you track a job when I fire back up."

 

[Carden Lorps]

"What is his name and where would he be, 2000 credits hmmm" Carden was a little more relaxed so he took off his helmet. "What is his faction" Carden was curious about his target,

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Upon entering the pilot hang-out, the boy's sense of smell would be barraged by several odours that were floating around the area. The wavering smoke that continued to drift higher into the air led the young Sith pure blood to believe that this smell was created due to some sort of cigarettes. Why couldn't people just stick with death-sticks, they could be injected or drank without leaving an overpowering scent behind. Besides from the smoke, the joint was actually sort of nice. Lowering his head, the teen would cease his watching of the smokey air, his attention returning to the matters at hand. Remaining silent, he would simply listen as [member="Carden Lorps"] and [member="Maleus"] conversed, the two recalling their previous encounter. Craning his neck, the boy would watch as the duo headed away from the table, leaving him alone to stand before [member="Kohai Drenn"] and [member="Corvetta Salvo"]. However, the latter woman stood up, leaving.
Noticing the free seat, and Kohai's attire, the cloaked Sith would make a bold assumption, quickly sliding onto the comfy cushion. "Are you a mechanic?"

 

[Maleus]

"I do not know his name, I do not know the faction that he belongs to either... All I know is what I felt, and that is something you could never understand. I know what I am telling you may seem to be very difficult, and you're right it is.... The only information I have on this person is that he was around my master for a short period of time... Her name is [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] .. I'd ask her myself but she would become suspicious of my intentions.. Go, seek her, after that seek this man.."

A Rodian stumbled onto his table, he'd draw out a series of containers which were labeled in alphabetical order, the man would promptly exhibit the items to the men whom were conversing. "Need a fix, I've got spice.."

Having his chair pivot towards the stranger he'd let his hand drift on the hilt of his saber. "Oh... Ho.... Wrong person.."
"Can you complete this task?"

Carden Lorps

 

[Carden Lorps]

"Wait wait wait where would I even find her? Who is your master mabye he knows" he asked this task would prove challenging.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip's sharp ears caught something about credits and the capture of a man. Interesting, probably nothing and he shouldn't jump in. As he sat his drink arrived and he thanked the bar tender in his raspy, grating voice. "Thanks."
Harrip then took to the task of slipping the very edges of his claws out of the sleeve of his robe and grasp the glass in their light grip. He had been forced to learn how to hold things lightly with the edges of his claws, so he didn't have to show his entire hand or arm. He grasped the cup and moved it with trained precision to his mouth inside the hood, without letting anything but his claws be seen. He drained the glass in a single gulp, allowing the liquid to burn his mouth and throat as he swallowed. As soon as it had gone down, he no longer tasted the sickening taste of the food.

He turned around leaving the glass on the counter and pulling his claws back into the cover of his sleeve. He watched as a rodian, obviously a drug dealer or spice trader accidentally went up to the wrong table and turned away to go somewhere else. He also noticed a young appearing man, who smelled like a Sith Pure Blood, walking to a girl at the bar, [member="Ballen-Ist"] and [member="Kohai Drenn"]. The other girl, [member="Corvetta Salvo"], who had been talking to the first girl was standing, walking towards a couch, he guessed. After a little less than a minute he stood to help, she looked a little tired and looked like she could use some help. He began to walk towards her, again making sure not to slip against anything or catch an end in his robe.

[member="Carden Lorps"]
[member="Maleus"]

 

[Kohai Drenn]

Ko-Ko? Kohai couldn't help but giggle at that. She nodded, smiling at [member="Corvetta Salvo"] ,"That's a fine deal! I'll be over in a sec to make sure nobody bothers ya... or they'll have to deal with me." She raised a fist playfully.

She then directed her attention towards [member="Ballen-Ist"] , the young red alien had asked her if she was a mechanic. "All my life, sir! Got something needs some attention?"

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The red colored hands of Ballen-Ist had been placed a top the table as he conversed with [member="Kohai Drenn"], it allowing her to make the observation she had. However, the rest of the boy's body was covered from head to toe in black clothing. The attire he wore beneath the large black cloak mattered little, for no one were to see it's Sith markings for the cloak served a purpose. Turning his head as the woman spoke, Ballen-Ist could not help but notice the other figure who was cloaked, but instead tall rather than short. Examining the cloak, he would deduce that it was the Rak-Ghoul from earlier. Interesting. No doubt his identity as a Sith had been blown by now, even if only one person knew. Retracting his arm, the boy would let his hand fall to his lap, his fingers fiddling with the belt that wrapped around his waist. At first glance this action would look rather inappropriate, but with another one would find that they did not want to watch anymore. Lifting his arm from the table's sight restraint's, the boy would place the long, metallic, shining double edged lightsaber in which had come into his possession not too long ago.
Clicking a button on the smooth, silver handle, an audible wheez would be heard as an apparent air-tight lock disengaged, allowing the saber handle to split into two, revealing two handles that could be employed in combat. Swiping his hand across the table, the teenager would scoop up one lightsaber, using his other hand to push it's counterpart across the table. "I want it disassembled, and put back together. While doing so, create blueprints." The young Sith's intructions were rather clear and straight to the point. "Two thousand now, eight thousand later."

 

[Maleus]

"If you're incompetent, I shall find someone more capable.... With the amount of credits I intend to pay you it's best that you deliver..." His voice dropped an octave as he spoke, it was unnervingly soft, it was almost a whisper, but the power of the message still remained.
"When you meet my master make sure you mention that this individual was birthed from the womb of-...... Actually due to the sensitivity of this task at hand I will need to work alongside you. After the incident at your headquarters I know your people will not be welcoming, that is why I need your connections. But I will need you to cast aside your baseless prejudices of whom I may or may not be.. For one do not refer to me as Sith, call me Maleus...
His anger was starting to flare but he knew the boy was young, and with youth came foolishness. His metallic hands rested atop his forehead, the artificial digits messaged his temples as he continued to speak....
"Prepare your men, prepare your vessel, prepare yourself... We are going to catch ourselves a Jedi....." He rose from his seat obviously content with himself.. He'd nod at [member="Ballen-Ist"], signaling him that he planned to take his leave. Though he couldn't help but get Corvetta out of his mind... Something about the way she spoke, the way she moved... It spurned him, but he knew he had to remain professional now... But he wouldn't let himself simply leave from her midst without making an impression. He'd walk over to her and as he did so he'd attempt to slip his com-link channel into her pocket.. Whether if his attempt was successful or not he'd take his leave with Caden.
Corvetta Salvo

Carden Lorps

Ballen-Ist

Harrip

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Muttering quietly, the boy's hand would lift once more, drawing it closer in order to bring it to his mouth. Rising from his side, Ballen-Ist would use his other hand in order to press a button that was upon the wrist-communication device he wore. He did this as the lightsaber slid across the table, his eyes watching [member="Kohai Drenn"] and her reaction carefully as his whispering continued. Sending an Imperial coded transmission into space, it wouldn't be too long before an Lambda class Imperial shuttle arrived, docking near the establishment the group was currently within. It would remain landed, awaiting for the Sith Sergeant's arrival. Within it was a small squad of four Stormtroopers, they being new cadets to the New Order. They also waited patiently, nervous for their big mission.

 

[Carden Lorps]

"Yes I am capable of the job contct me when and where to meet Maleus I will help you with the Jedi scum."

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

Corvetta laughed at [member="Kohai Drenn"] as she retrieved her glass of liquor. The blonde had a good sense of humor, she thought.

As the navigator shuffled over to her dark corner, she heard approaching footsteps and swiveled her head just enough to register the person. "Whatcha need, champ?" she asked, words beginning to slur.

[member="Harrip"]

 

[Maleus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrEYbMSPdU4
Men garbed in the infamous storm trooper armor proceeded to meet the two men adorned in shadows. Each relinquished the placid state of their sabers.... Their immediate vicinity was flooded with the intense tinge of velvet which extended from their sabers. Men armed to the teeth stood on either side of the door.... As if on cue the metallic shutters opened, fog drifted from the opening, Malues watched the clouds disperse with interest, the salient claws of smoke slowly diminished as he entered the cock-pit's silo..
The Mandalorian known only as Caden followed in pursuit. "Our steps once mute, are now mighty, from the ashes we have returned. To bring on a new order.... From this order champions shall arise.. Elevated on a mantel of gold they shall chant our names for eternity."

To the casual observer it seemed as if all he had did was sing a poem... Yet if one truly listened they would hear him sing a threat... It was a vocal challenge directed to any whom would oppose him in the future.

"And let my enemies beware because if I find out who they are... They will feel despair..."
Ballen-Ist

Carden Lorps

Corvetta Salvo

Harrip