The World's Best Cantina (No Fighting......Yet)

[Roshh Lago]

He quickly removed his DL-18 blaster and pointed it at the women who just assaulted the other guard. "DROP IT!" He shouted before taking a quick look at the guard who was injured. He was still laying on the floor, grabbing his arm. "Do you know who you are messing with? You just assaulted one of Mr. Valentino's bodyguards!" he said angrily. He had his finger on the trigger, ready to fire. Of course, she could probably force him to the floor if she attacked him in hand-to-hand.
[member="Sal Valentino"] [member="Mirta Krayt"]

 

[Sal Valentino]

It was good that his trusty bodyguard was taking control of the situation, but Sal thought it wasn't entirely necessary at the moment, "Don't worry about it Roshh," Sal would say, looking at his head of security, "I'm sure she was just trying to prove a point.". Sal didn't tell [member="Roshh Lago"] to holster his weapon, for Sal still need assurance that the woman wouldn't attack him. "Now," the Mob boss looked back to the woman, "Take a seat." He ordered, gesturing a hand to the seat opposite his own.

[member="Roshh Lago"]
[member="Mirta Krayt"]

 

[Roshh Lago]

"She could have broken his arm! Couldn't she just let him search her if she just wanted to talk?" He asked, still keeping the blaster trained on her skull. Roshh quickly switched the blaster to the "Lethal" setting and slowly stepped forward. "You try anything you are dead, understand?" He asked.
[member="Sal Valentino"]

 

[Vir'anax'sath]

Mirta was about to take a seat when some idiot with a blaster was yelling at her and waving a blaster around. She turned and spoke in a soft but strong voice. "If you try and shoot me, I will break your arm, then maybe your neck." After she said this, she calmly turned and smiled at Sal. "You must be Mr. Valentino. Pleased to meet you. I'm Mirta Krayt, at your service" she said as she took a seat.

 

[Roshh Lago]

[member="Sal Valentino"] [member="Mirta Krayt"]
"Break my arm? I would like to see you try and touch me! I can't believe someone as pathetic as yourself is threating me", He said almost laughing. "Come on, get up, break my arm like you said you would" He said, mocking the women. He then burst out laughing, you see...Roshh was not the brightest person in Corucant.

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden was on the other side of the Cantina in a booth with a bounty hunter that he never heard of. He looked at the man with many body guards "hehe what is he the Chancellor." Carden said to himself but he couldn't see the mans face. But he had seen a body guard on the ground and another who seemed like he was mad at the woman who hurt him Carden knew who the woman was. Of course it's Mirta she is probably the only one Carden knew who would do that, He thought. He decided he was over talking to the random bounty hunter, if he wanted to talk he could follow but other than that, Carden got up from his seat, and decided to walk over to the body guard that seemed mad at the moment. "Eh mate, your friend here seems like he got hurt, is he ok." Carden laughed to [member="Roshh Lago"]

[member="Mirta Krayt"]


[member="Sal Valentino"]

 

[Sal Valentino]

"Please Roshh, calm it." Sal would say hoping his bodyguard would lay off the mercenary. The mercenary would be perfect for the job Sal was looking for her to do, just now, he had to set up a fair deal. However as the mob boss planned the deal in his head, another voice started talking, though not to Sal, to his bodyguard. "Eh mate, your friend here seems like he got hurt, is he ok." The younger boy would say, Sal instantly noticed the voice, it belonged to Carden Lorps. Another bounty hunter, which he didn't need right now. Unfortunately, from they're last encounter, Sal realised that Carden had developed a Stubborn attitude, so he may not leave. But then again, that's what the bodyguards are for.

Sal then waited for Mirta to sit down and to start the deal.

[member="Carden Lorps"]
[member="Roshh Lago"]
[member="Mirta Krayt"]

 

[Waru]

The building rocked ever so gently. The men and women who drank idly from their drinking glasses could see the slight puddles rock the edges of their glasses. A deafening roar pounded from the chasm in his chest as he approached them. His chest cavity was aglow with a green light which flashed intermittently. The gears that wore along his arms snapped as he extended his arm into the air.
His green optics danced about Sal's person. From inside of his optical port, everything was cast in the green, color was a sensation he never experienced for the destruction of his optical lobe robbed him of such a luxury.
Even his auditory sensor's did little, save pick up excruciatingly loud echos. The commotion at hand racked his mind, rendering him unable to concentrate fully. He would ignore it, for first impressions were everything.
His hand which bore the herculean tenacity to crush bone to powder was retracted to reveal the pronged talon which was stained... The dull red which dressed the appendage was a testament to his ferocity.
His seven foot-six frame racked the head-lights above. Sparks flew from the roof as the energy licked from it's sides and onto the ground... "Bounty hunters.... The collection of bodies is a craft... Do you want them broken? Do you want them dead? It matters little, my expertise encompasses all of those things. Lest these blabbering hypocrites wish to prove me wrong?"
His chest parted to reveal the belt of thermite grenades which he wore internally. The caps were infused with a nitrogenous mixture to avoid going off inside of his body. One grenade was ejected from his chest and rocketed into his palm. He thumbed the sides, the smooth surface was grated by his porous digits.. "Where they promise failure, I will promise success."
​From within the metallic monstrosity, a faint boom resonated from the core of his chest... It was reminiscent of a heart-beat. That was the only reminder of humanity that seemingly remained inside of this sentinel.
"You're a man of prominence, hire me, and I shall not fail...."

[member="Ballen-Ist"]
[member="Mirta Krayt"]
[member="Carden Lorps"]
Sal Valentino

 

[Sal Valentino]

As Sal was still waiting for the confrontation between his bodyguard and the mercenary to finish, he noticed that his whiskey slightly shook in it's glass. This could've been anything, a large ship, maybe even a walker. But the strange thing was, whatever was causing the disruption was getting closer to the bar. Sal however, did not take much notice of this.

Whatever was causing these vibration had now entered a bar. The man?... Machine?... The thing was approaching Sal's table, it looked like a robot, it stood 7feet 6 inches tall, a giant amongst evryone else at the cantina. Though with closer inspection, Sal could see the head of the thing had a distinctively human face, well it had eyes, a mouth and what looked like a nose. This was a very strange occurrence, however Sal had lived for a long time, and this was far from the strangest thing he had experienced.

This mechanical man was now standing by the table, none of Sal's bodyguards dare stop it, but that was understandable.

"Bounty hunters.... The collection of bodies is a craft... Do you want them broken? Do you want them dead? It matters little, my expertise encompasses all of those things. Lest these blabbering hypocrites wish to prove me wrong?"

"Where they promise failure, I will promise success."

"You're a man of prominence, hire me, and I shall not fail...." This metal monster would say, advertising his services to Sal. 'I wonder if he's as dangerous as he looks.' Sal thought, thinking that he might just have a job for this thing. Sal knew almost everyone on Coruscant, but this was one of the unlikely scenarios where he didn't recognise the man... thing standing standing in front of him.

"Well, I was thinking a reconnaissance job for Mirta here," Sal began, eyeing up the frame of metal that was stood in front of him, it was giant, heavy and probably very loud, "And I guess you wouldn't be the best choice for that job..." However with the inevitable gang war with Zakary Saz approaching, he would need some raw firepower, and this looked like the perfect man for the job. "However, I think I might just have a job for you..."


[member="Waru"]
[member="Carden Lorps"]
[member="Roshh Lago"]
[member="Mirta Krayt"]

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden looked at the man that was in the center of the five body guards. The only man he knew that would need body guards on a place like Coruscant. A man who was well known and a high power of the underworld here on Coruscant. That man was Sal, Sal Valentino a man he had met a few weeks ago their last encounter was about a man named Cor, but strictly for business. A few moments later a Cyborg mabye walked in pretty tall it made Carden jump a little. He proclaimed that he was better than the other bounty hunters like some that were in this Cantina now. "Hey man chill it put that bomb down and pick up a drink!" Carden said with a laugh then shoved a Corellian Whiskey towards the man robot thing "what's wrong with all of ya? You come here for drinks not business at least gotta have a drink first." Carden said with a when he took off his helmet he gave a bright smile to the people near him.

[member="Sal Valentino"]
[member="Waru"]
[member="Roshh Lago"]
[member="Mirta Krayt"]

 

[Waru]

The whiskey that was proffered would shatter into a million pieces as his hands ripped it to shreds. Alcohol went flying everywhere. "ERGH!" Anger tempered deep inside of his breast. His hook slammed into the table below, the maples shifted into each-other, as he dragged his serrated claw through the wood it would cave. "Sickening!" His heart beat with a force, sledge hammers racked his brain giving him a head-ache.

Transparent tentacles were filled with a green substance which flooded his body. A modified version of ibuprofen calmed his rage.. ​The gears within his chest continued to oscillate at an even more increased pace.
"You are not sapient..."
A geyser of smoke riveted from his visor, it unrivaled once it mixed with the air in the room, then it ebbed away into obscurity. The truth of the matter was that he was unable to eat and drink, at least while he was in his suit... But he hadn't eaten solid food in years, let alone alcohol. He had taken food and drink intravenously thus absolving himself from needing to eat solid food..
"Even if I could drink, I would not indulge myself with the likes of you!"
[member="Carden Lorps"]
[member="Sal Valentino"]

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden when the acahol went flying even though he didn't drink it was still a waste of credits. "Sickening? Is right metal man your sickening, drink dont drink I don't care I am a person who trys to lighten up the mood." Carden paused for a moment. "Do you hve a problem with me? If you do I suggest you deal with it mate, it would be the right thing to do tin-can. Sal we could talk later in a more proper place later." Carden said then walked to the bar, sat on the side of it that was pretty much empty and ordered another whiskey.

[member="Waru"]

 

[Tarik Shen-Jon]

As Tarik entered the cantina, the first thing he noticed was the massive mechanical man towering over a rather crowded booth to his left. How could he not? He certainly wasn't putting out any friendly vibes.

Deciding to keep his distance from that situation, the Corellian made his way to the bar, finding an empty stool.

"Ne'tra Gal, double." You couldn't always find the Mando stuff in places like this, but asking was free, after all.

[member="Carden Lorps"] / [member="Waru"] / [member="Sal Valentino"] / [member="Mirta Krayt"] / [member="Roshh Lago"]

 

[Waru]

Carden's words cut Waru deep. The wound wasn't physical, no... It was much more. His face dropped within his metal prison, if he could he could weep he would, sadly his tear ducts produced no such thing. "TIN CAN!?" A series of shrieks emanated from the titan, the face plate which bore his green visor retracted. The plating slid underneath, and then back to allow a nozzle to protrude from the end of his face. The streaks of light blazed as he set his on the bounty hunter.
The barrel of the gun spouted a high pitched whine, a crimson light was awash with fire as energy paraded against the barren alloy. His words were produced out of ignorance, he didn't know the solitude Waru had encountered. He didn't know how it felt to be pitched inside of this miserable tomb. He was disallowed the feeling of touch, such an integral part of the human psyche had been denied to him. For his vitality was tied in within the shell he stood in. None of them knew..
"I'll paint the walls with your innards!" His booming voice shook the shabbily built foundation on which they stood.
[member="Carden Lorps"]

Tarik Shen-Jon

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden looked to the stool next to him, there was a man who wasn't there before. He asked for a Mando type drink wow that is different. Carden got his Corellian Whiskey that he ordered and took a sip. then looked at the man again. "You have a taste for that crap, to me it's not that good, but we are all entitled to our opinions eh?" The nineteen year old said with a smile to the man "I'm Carden, Carden Lorps." Carden said sticking his hand out for a handshake.
[member="Tarik Shen-Jon"]

He looked back when the tin can aimed his blaster at him and spoke crap "look you could try if you want mate, but it might end bad for you." Carden said with a laugh "look tin can we could fight you could win, but I I'd hate to ruin my father's former bar."
[member="Waru"]

 

[Waru]

The interlocking joints that spanned over his face were once again retracted. This was a ruse, for his claw still rustled freely. He drew his arms backward, and then forwards in the attempt to impale Carden's stomach. Then whilst doing this action a column on the side of his leg slid open, a stream of condensed air sent his slug thrower careening through the skies.

Whilst it tumbled in mid air his free hand sought to grasp it, then while shouldering it with his right arm he slammed on his trigger. Flames danced from the ends of the barrel as the ball bearings traveled at unrivaled speeds, the recoil his weapon provided caused him to shift back slightly but he recovered easily. He aimed the weapon at Carden's leg's in the hopes that he'd crumble to the floor under his ferocious barrage.

[member="Carden Lorps"]

 

[Tarik Shen-Jon]

"You have a taste for that crap, to me it's not that good, but we are all entitled to our opinions eh?"

There was a a young man speaking to him... and not-so-subtly knocking his choice. Turning to his left, Tarik's eyes came upon a young man wearing mandalorian armor.

Well, well... where's a kid like him get his hands on beskar'gam?

Before he could respond to the kid's comment, a glass filled with his black ale slid across the bar to come to an expert stop before him, Tarik could only grin. Thank the force for small miracles, right?

"I'm Carden, Carden Lorps." The kid offered a hand to shake, which Tarik took, his grip firm.

"I'm Tarik..." He tilted his head, appraising the boy, "Aren't you a bit young to be sitting at a bar?" He couldn't have been twenty...
[member="Carden Lorps"]

 

[Carden Lorps]

"To be honest mate, I am a bit young, but this was my fathers old Cantina, so the bartender dont care." Carden said with a grin then look at the ground.
[member="Tarik Shen-Jon"]

A few minutes later.


The pain entered so quickly..... one second carden was talking, the next pain goes up his leg. The pain was pretty bad, Carden crumbled off his bar seat. "Tin-can what the heck?" Carden said gritting his teeth. Carden sat up from his spot, "you karking bionic man, your lucky I have mercy for most." Carden said with a bitter laugh, then looked at him "now why did ya have to go and do that for?" Carden then attemped to stand up but quickly failed and fell back to the ground. Then he looked at tin man agian "so what now tin man?"
[member="Waru"]

 

[Waru]

"MY NAME IS WARU!" His booted heel clashed onto the floor below causing a ripple to warp the ground below. Just as quickly a cacophonous boom racked his sensor array. The tremendous feed-back caused his lower lids to bleed.
He feel to his knees, he clasped his head, through his index and thumb he twisted the dial on the side of his gladiator-esqe helm. It reduced the noise, but the unmistakable ring battered his ear-drums for many moments.
As he rose to his feet he'd look over to the stooped Carden.
"Remember this day.. Never call me tin-man again.."
[member="Carden Lorps"]

 

[Carden Lorps]

"Hell, bloody frikin fantastic, ok ok you win Waru now would you be kind as to help me on to my seat, so I could talk to Tarik." Carden said. "As you can see, you shot me in my bloody leg." Carden said with a stale Laugh

[member="Tarik Shen-Jon"]
[member="Waru"]