This place can be a little rough...

[Darth Zilti]

Maja’s latest attempt at being a criminal mastermind had failed on two fronts. Firstly, she wasn’t a particularly good criminal. Secondly, she wasn’t exactly a mastermind.

Small-time hustles she could deal with – as well as simple con-tricks – but selling time-share on Tusken Raider land was probably a step too far. And the resulting chase and evasion meant that her ship had left without her. All she had were the clothes she stood in and…well that was it actually. She didn’t even have enough credits to start to buy and sell fake holocrons. So she needed a job to generate some seed money.

Which is why she ended up working in the Mos Eisley Cantina wearing – well even less than the clothes she stood in. What was it with space-pilots and their fetish for slave girls? So she waited tables, cleaned and pocketed whatever loose change she could find. OK, pocketed wasn’t quite the accurate term. In fact, what is the term for shoving credits down a metal bra?

So she walked from table to table, her eyes accustomed to the dimly-lit tavern, when the door opened and silhouetted against the bright sky behind was a wealthy looking young merchant-type. Easy mark!

[member="Grimm"]

 

[Amber Zahir]

The cantina was dingy. Dark colors, dimly lit, it was messing with Amber's eyesight a bit. She barely had anything on, just a metal bikini that the owner made her wear. There were plenty of people in the room, some staring at her and some in conversation. She stepped up onto the small stage in the corner and some music began to play. She was mainly a dancer but had some singing skills as well. Grabbing the mic on stage, she began singing a song and dancing at the same time, much to the pleasure of the audience. Not much of a living, but at least it was something.
[member="Maja Vern"]
[member="Grimm"]

 

[Grimm]

One month had pasted since the death of his father, it was nothing serious. Yet, the idea that rattled his mind was that he had killed the man without remorse. Despite his emotions, he still wanted to life and so he had taken his father's ship. Starting up a smuggler business, despite only being a teen. The young man wore a mask that hid his face from his employers, trying to hide the fact of his real age and trying to gain some sort of reputation by the name of Grimm.

Today he was meeting with a client over a job done, delivering some important products to the man in some bar. Mos Eisely, when he walked into the bar his eyes scanned the area. So far it wasn't crowded, a few pilots, smugglers, merchants, drifters, waiters.....which were scanty clad women, and whatever else hang around the bar. Grimm walked over to a booth taking it for himself, watching the door as he waited for his client. Most in a while, looking around the bar to keep tabs on the others.

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

Maja was strictly an amateur. She knew her way around a freighter and had learned enough simple con-tricks to keep herself fed but bar work? She was trusted to clean tables and bring drinks - she was apparently pleasing enough on the eye that the customers put up with her lack of charm and grace. It wasn't that she couldn't be charming when she wanted to be - but the tips these guys left didn't make it worth the effort.

She stopped en route to the bar. That new girl was singing and she had a good voice. The patrons liked her too. Tips went up when she was performing - so Maja was pleased she'd chosen to start up again now.

So she headed over to the booth the young man had placed himself in. He was a cut above the usual clientele. Must be meeting someone. Now he looked as though he had enough money that he'd be worth the effort.

"Good afternoon Sir. I'm Maja and I'll be serving you today. What can I get you?". Her smile was wide and she bent over to show as much cleavage as she could without risking anything falling out. Amber would have had an epic fail if she'd leaned forward this far!

[member="Grimm"] | [member="Amber Zahir"]

 

[Grimm]

The masked man was only paying attention to the figures around him, when someone had walked up to him. Taking in the apperance of the women, he could already see much of her exposed skin. What was wrong with these bars on this planet? It was also what most males would want to see, it was all a ploy but when she bent over. It was a good thing that he was wearing a mask over his face, or else he would be giving too many facial expressions at this moment.

After a few seconds of calming down, he would give her his full attention. Trying to think of what to say.....SHIT JUST ACT NORMAL!

"Maja? What a pretty name for a girl like yourself. The house special would be fine with me, I'm not really from another here." He said in a smooth deep tone that made him sound older, mainly because of his voice altering device in his mask.

Looking away from what seemed like harassment, if he was honest with himself. She was attractive, damn adolescent horomones! Trying to keep his mind off in check, he looked towards the stage.

"You have a great singer, must be the main attraction here?" He said to Maja, looking towards the door. Noticing a few more characters walking through the doors, taking seats around the bar.

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

Maja smiled and simpered. "Really sir, do you think my name's pretty?" Even with that mask, the general direction of his gaze suggested her ploy had worked. There could be a few credits to be earned here.

"The house special sir? An excellent choice." In truth it was a lousy choice - any bottles not finished were poured into one of two containers - white or red and recycled as the house special. And if she brought him a bottle of that, he'd never tip her. So she made the decision to get him a better bottle. He looked like he could afford it and this wasn't a bar renowned for its wine cellar.

Her face dropped when he mentioned Amber. But she quickly corrected it, sensing an opportunity. "She's wonderful isn't she. I could see if she would come across and meet you. She's always happy to meet anyone who appreciates her talents." Maja wiggled slightly as she mentioned the word 'talents.' Which in turn translated into a definite jiggle.

[member="Grimm"] | [member="Amber Zahir"]

 

[Grimm]

Grimm nodded to the girl, not wishing to speak more about the topic. Trying to keep a low profile in the bar, while she was chatting with him. He was focusing on what was around him, some other species and a few humans. Currently searching there waists, some had blasters.....but they weren't here for him yet. Were they waiting for the contact to show up? or were they regulars here?


When the girl mentioned the singer to come over and take about her talents. He wondered what that meant, mentally sighing he would have to say something.

"Sure the more the merrier, of course I do have some business to take care of soon." Alex said without thinking, he didn't need to get others involved but he had to look like a regular he supposed.

Alex looked away from her, waiting for his drink while checking his holocron for messages.

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

Maja smiled widely. She could count the credits mounting up. She sauntered over to the bar and told the bartender to set up a bottle of decently priced wine before walking to the stage. As soon as Amber finished her song, she motioned with her head to stop and talk. As soon as the singer reached the edge of the stage, Maja whispered quickly - and without removing the smile that was now permanently plastered to her face.

"There's a new player in town." She looked across at the booth she'd just left. "He's a cut above the usual patrons. Reckon there's a few credits to be made here. I managed to persuade him to talk to you. Maybe he'll pay for a private session or...something. Anyway, I'll split the tip 50:50 with you and take 20 per cent of any work he puts your way. OK?" Maja expected to be haggled down on the percentage, so started high deliberately.

[member="Grimm"] | [member="Amber Zahir"]

 

[Amber Zahir]

After her song, Amber noticed a waitress coming over to her. She went to the edge of the stage to talk to her. A patron wanted to talk to Amber, that didn't happen often here. And she said that he's a cut above the rest so he might have a good amount of money. "We can split the tip and you can have 10 percent of any work he puts my way." With a slight smile, she didn't wait for an argument and got down from the stage, walking over to [member="Grimm"]'s table
[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Grimm]

It would seem that his employer was late for some reason, maybe he was hung up with traffic or worst. A message that said ALERT was on the holocron, but just as he was about to play it. A women had walked over to his table, she was much older than the slave girl from before. Of course her assets were more vurtious, trying to keep a cool head. He hid the holocron for now, deeming the message could wait for abit.

Looking towards the figure, he wondered what to say at this moment in time. He should have just shove Maja away at the beginning, he wasn't prepared for these type of problems. He just had to act like a MAN....even if he didn't know how to be one. Remembering what many had said before in other bars and at smuggler hide outs, he would have to pretend to be one of them.

"Now there's a women with some attitude, I love your show baby. Maybe you can spread your wings over here, if you know what I mean?" He said in the most cocky voice, in reality......he didn't know what his words meant.

He hoped that his words weren't harsh, I mean if she was working here....she was use to these? Pilots were such potty mouthes indivuals.

[member="Amber Zahir"]

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

Maja's smiled remained fixed. She would have started at 10%, so that worked for her. And she had faith that Amber's assets would bring in more than a few credits.

She she gave them a few seconds to get acquainted before heading over with the wine. "Good to see you two are getting along so well." She elbowed Amber to take a seat in the booth and slipped in beside her. "So what brings someone like you to a place like this?" She gave him a wink. It could be business or it could just be a trader from off-planet, looking for a good time.

[member="Grimm"] | [member="Amber Zahir"]

 

[Amber Zahir]

As Amber walked over to the man, she wondered why he was wearing a mask. Not that it was that strange for people that came here, but it was a bit odd. She leaned over the table slightly, showing more cleavage as he attempted to woo her and sounded a little strange. She got the idea though and promptly sat on the man's lap. Spacers would usually welcome this with a bit of a tip so she waited for one and responded to his dialogue. "I think I get the idea" she said softly. Then Maja came over and Amber smiled at her, giving her a subtle eyebrow wiggle to let her know that they might make some money
[member="Maja Vern"]
[member="Grimm"]

 

[Grimm]

It was one thing to say things from a bar, but it resulted in the women to flaunt herself over him. Maja had slipped into the seat, while the singer had landed on his lap. Each one was giving miss signals, causing him to feel strange. He could take on any job, but when it came to the opposite sex, it was a whole different ball park. What did they want money?..........mentally he slapped himself. Maybe they were good nature, but overall the universe ran on credits and he knew that very well.

"My business is no concern to yo....." He stopped in mid-sentence as he eyes with someone at the door.

That was when a man that entered the bar, he walked over to this booth and stared at me. He was a Rishii, looking down towards me and the girls. He only took a seat without even asking, was this the contact? Grimm wondered as he watched him place a small holocron on the table, which started to play a live feed. A human with eyepatch had come on display with a smirk on his face, my face paled at the image. It was Roemy, one of the crime lords in this sector.

"Now, Grimm. I didn't expect you to steal my products. Just a hint of advice, don't get caught and get better brokers. Now that is settled, you will be killed along with your nice toys. Living it to the fullest before you bite the dust? Good choice my former friend." That was the end of the feed, as the Rishii had picked up the holocron and walked away.

It was now apparent that the bar was less crowded now, while there was only a few creatures staring at us now. There hands reaching for there waists, DAMN IT! The only thing that could be done right now was very clear, he kicked the table over and pushed both the girls into cover. Needing room to get to his blasters, a second later the sound of blaster firing being hit against the table was ranging out.

It was sturdy enough for now, but soon it will shatter and they would be gunned down. He pulled out two blasters from his cloak, looking for a chance to shot back. He needed to thin there numbers down, trying to think of what to do.

"CRAP!, is there a back door to this place!" He said to the two of them, hopefully one would answer quickly.

[member="Amber Zahir"]

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

This place was renowned for weird and so the apparent clandestine meeting, the tension, the table being overturned and even the blaster fire was pretty common-place.

But being part of the action wasn't. For a moment she considered telling the masked man where best to stick his request. Then she thought about knocking him out. The other guy might pay better? But sighing, she realised it was better the devil you knew - plus, saving his skin must be worth something.

"Yeah sure," her voice was calm and casual in contrast to his. "Follow me." She gave Amber the eyes. Very much a 'come on then, let's see where this takes us' kind of look. Those were kind of hard to pull off but she thought she'd got it down right.

[member="Grimm"] | [member="Amber Zahir"]

 

[Amber Zahir]

Everything happened so quickly that Amber barely knew what was happening. All she knew was that people were shooting and she needed to get out. She decided to go with Maja since she seemed calm enough and gave her a look. In those short few seconds they had been threatened, shot at and thrown so things couldn't get much worse.

[member="Maja Vern"]
[member="Grimm"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

Maja gave Grimm a kick. "Come on lover-boy. You're the one with the blaster. Follow us and we'll get you out of here. And you'd better make it worth our while."

She kept low and following Amber's lead she edged along the floor towards the back exit. Of course, the clientele here were used to the occasional argument, or brawl, or bar-fight or full scale nuclear-war, so half of them carried on drinking and the remainder thought it bad form not to join in. Blaster bolts of various hues lit up the room.

As Maja paused to grab a drink from a table and down it in one, so remembered why they changed their shoes after every shift. The floor was covered in a combination of liquids - some that did not bear considering - and a large proportion now felt like it was covering her hands and knees. She made a mental note to buy some meds as soon as she could.

[member="Amber Zahir"] | [member="Grimm"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

Maja stared at the two with her. It was a look that said, 'Are we going or not?'

[member="Amber Zahir"] | [member="Grimm"]