Who let the dogs out? (Nar Shaddaa)

[Ryan]

Nar Shaddaa
Meltdown Cafe; level 88


The heavily tattooed Morling looked upon his chrono, reading the time as twenty one hundred hours on the dot. Early for a Taungday to have this seedy establishment to be almost filled to the rim with patrons of this wonderful world. But then again its happy hour twenty four hours around here. An aspect that Toro Voo had forgotten and missed for the past decade. Today was his first day of freedom, just recently released from prison serving a ten year bit for hijacking and piracy.

He had earned enough credits while incarcerated to get him a one way ticket to Nar Shaddaa, where he had always envisioned his first taste of freedom could be fully enjoyed. He had walked into this infamous drinking hole that was enriched with bounty hunters. For most sentients on the wrong side of the law this wasn't a place to be for one more then likely had a bounty. But this day Toro had no bounty on his head and was a freeman to enjoy a drink with out having to worry about one of these kill joys pumping him with bolts for creds.

He sat at the bar, his upper body unclothed as he exposed his finely chiseled frame, stocky and powerful, to all those that would take interest. The tattoos that took up his entirety was a clear sign that he had spent hard time earning the ink. He wore black trousers complete with belt and leggings that overlapped the top of his brown combat boots. He had his DL-44 holstered low off his right hip in the old nerf hide holster and a hunting knife sheathed off his left hip.

His icey hues stared the bartender down, examining the male human just out of pure survival instincts. Was a habit he had performed on all around him.... a habit he had picked up in prison.

"What can i get you?" The bartender inquired the moment he noticed he was being stared at.

"A Tatooine Sunburn" Toro Replied back, ordering the very intoxicating beverage that was made up of two starshine surprises placed in the same glass. The drink was nearly en edible to humans but this Dog had the consitution harden by a decade of drinking jailhouse brew. "an' a nerf steak, bloodied!"

 

[Jacob Irving]

Nar Shaddaa, what a wonderful planet, here he was at Meltdown Café.

He walked in, the smell of his mask filled his nose. He didn't have his needles on his gloves today, it was unnecessary.

His brown cloak over his mask was just nice for staying hidden.

He noticed a canine type creature sitting while drinking a alcoholic drink.

He walked over to him and sat.

"What a fine specimen, may I have your head?" He asked with a chuckle, hopefully the canine would pick up on the joke.

The bartender brought the man his nerf steak, then went to Lion.

"What do you want bag face?" The man asked.

"Hmm, I guess I will take a corellian whiskey. If you call me bag face again your head will be in a box." He said.

The bartender quickly came back with is drink, then walked off to serve another person.

[member="Toro Voo"]

 

[Ryan]

The morling was use to such attention, as was in prison and the rest of the galaxy, there was few sentient canine species out there making them a rarity. What he wasn't use to was the human, judging from the smell, asking to have his head. A crude sense of humor but from where Toro Voo had spent the last decade those words usually meant someone was going to take one's head. Then his new strange neighbor's attention fell upon the bartender, giving the dogman a chance to adjust his sitting position and easing his right hand down closer to the grip of his DL-44. His left hand reached for his recently served drink while his icy gaze kept focus on the masked man.

"listen 'uman! Wan, me noggin stays wha so'tiz. two; yer threaten de bartender again, Oi 'ill put a bolt through yer." The morling growled aggressively as this clawed finger tapped the wooden grip of his heavy blaster pistol to emphasize his point. The DL-44's sights were filed down to limit snag on the quick draw. Toro didn't want to break blood this day, especailly since it was his real first day of true freedom. He did not feel like killing man and taking the risk this Human was a someone that will earn him a bounty over his head.

"Nigh if yer are 'ere ter draink, lets draink." Toro smoothed his aggression to get more the focus on the task at hand. Getting goosed with goodish company. He rose his glass slowly in a quick toast to the man he had just threatened. Taking the risk to divert his eyes from the man He skulled the liquid death in one gulp, feeling the Tatooine sunburn blaze down his throat and set his soul a flame. The shiver ran up the morling's spine and his dogged face cringed involuntary. He licked his lips with his large tongue enjoying every moment of the Drink. It had been a long time since he had real booze.

"Another!" Toro demanded in his deep toned exotic accent. His gaze was now fully placed upon [member="Red Lion"], a man hidden behind a mask. " De name is Toro Voo!" He introduced himself in hopes of cultivating a companion, even if it was with a human that seemed at first impression a wee bit off.

 

[Jacob Irving]

The Red Lion couldn't understand him very well, he was a bit scratchy on his basic, but whatever it was a canine.

"Easy there, it was just a joke." Lion said before looking at the canine.

When the canine rose his glass for a toast, Red Lion accepted, he rose his glass too.

He downed it in one sitting.

"I will gladly take another, and this Canine's drinks is on me." He said to the bartender.

" De name is Toro Voo!" Toro said.

He liked this canine, very exotic.

"You may call me Red Lion, my past name doesn't need to me said." Red Lion said.


[member="Toro Voo"]

 

[Ryan]

Toro eased his hand away from his pistol as [member="Red Lion"] offered to pay for the next drink he had coming. Now thats a better start for two absolute strangers to break the ice. "Tanks!" He replied gripping the class that held his second Tatooine Sunburn. The Morling did not hesitate with the drink, he opened his oversized jowels and poured the context of the glass once more into his mouth, feeling the burning sensation all the way down. This was a very good start in completing his primary goal of getting hammered.

"Yer from raun'ere, or jist visitin'?"

 

[Jacob Irving]

"Tanks." The canine said

"Not a problem friend." The bag faced man said.


"Yer from raun'ere, or jist visitin'?" The canine said.

Lion thought for a moment.

"Actually I am just visiting, I do not have a planet to call home. I usually just wander the galaxy." He said, he finished off his drink, it wasn't like him to drink, but whatever.

[member="Toro Voo"]

 

[GREG]

WHO WAS ON F*CKING NAR SHADDAA? F*CKING MOTHER F*CKING ASS KICKING GREG. THERE ARE QUESTIONS LIKE WHY, WHEN, AND HOW COME, BUT THOSE ARE DUMB AND YOU SHOULD STOP ASKING THEM BECAUSE F*CK YOU I DO WHAT I WANT WITH MY OWN GOD DAMN TIME AND AT MY LEISURE. FREE GALAXY, RIGHT?

GREG WALKED DOWN THE STREET, CHUGGING HIS PROTEIN SHAKE AND GENERALLY BEING A BADASS. LIKE WEARING NO SHIRT. WHO WEARS SHIRTS? PEOPLE WHO AREN'T F*CKING BADASS, THAT'S WHO. THE DOOR OPENED TO THE ESTABLISHMENT FOR THE MOST MANLY OF PRACTICES- DRINKING AND AVOIDING PROBLEMS! GREG SHOUTED AT THE BARTENDER.

"ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE!"

 

[Ryan]

The walking $#!% brick house,[member="GREG"], walked into the establishment with such confidence of a man that did not have a care in the galaxy except for what was on his mind at that very moment. And at that very moment he had voiced exactly what he wanted 'booze'. This was a man that looked as he he knew how to party, a man that this morling thought would be interesting and if not at the very least entertaining to have around while one was enjoying his first day out of the pound.

Toro Voo was easy to pick out of a crowd being probably the only other patron that was topless with the same idea on flaunting on how badass one was in a similar fashion of the pink skin roid monkey. The only difference was that Toro was of the canine variety and sported a coat of short greyish black hair an an entire torso body tatted up.

He waved Greg over to join him and the strange masked man known as [member="Red Lion"] "Come an' shaur a bevvy wi' us, human!"

Toro would look at the bartender "Next roon oan me." he informed the bartender that his, Red's and the newcomer's drinks were on him this round.

 

[Harkin Kane]

Harkin must of dozed off....

Something about the eccentric chatter of a Nar Shaddaa bar put the old spacer at ease. This was despite the amount of trouble they had caused the man. From the dark, musty corner of the bar Harkin slid his feet off the table he occupied. His gaze fell on the half-empty glass of water on the table. Well, he ordered water anyway. What he had been served was darker than most of the brews on tap. As he began to stretch and pop his weathered bones his curiosity fell on a table occupied by quite the motley crew. Specifically the canine brandishing prison yard ink.

From personal experience both as a hunter and an ex-inmate HArkin could tell [member="Toro Voo"] was fresh out. He didn't get up, instead, after getting comfortable again, decided to spectate, but not before ensuring his blaster hung in comforting silence at his thigh. He hadn't fell off the ship yesterday...

 

[GREG]

[member="Toro Voo"] INSTRUCTED GREG TO DO THE SAME THING HE CAME HERE TO DO - EXCEPT WITH COMPANY! ANYTHING THAT WAS MORE BADASS THAN DRINKING WAS DRINKING WITH PEOPLE YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT! ALCOHOL WAS A VERY GOOD WAY TO FIND OUT THE MOST DARK INNER SECRETS OF ANY PERSON, AND GREG WAS F*CKING EXCITED TO FIND OUT ABOUT THIS....GUY. HE WASN'T TOO F*CKING SURE WHAT THE HELL TO CALL THE GUY, BUT **** IT, BOOZE.

"GREG!"

THAT WAS HIS GOD DAMN NAME, AND **** ANYONE WHO ASKED FOR CONTEXT BECAUSE **** IT HE HAD A RIGHT TO JUST YELL. YOU DON'T NEED A ****ING REASON TO SAY YOUR NAME WHEN YOU'RE A ****ING BADASS 5'6 MOTHER F*CKER. ****. GREG LAUNCHED THE PROTEIN SHAKE BEHIND HIM, PROBABLY LANDING SOMEWHERE ON, NEAR, AROUND, OR IN THE GENERAL ****ING VICINITY OF [member="Harkin Kane"]. HE STARED AT THE CANINE, AWAITING BEVERAGES OF ALCOHOLIC NATURE.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra was pregnant. Not just, like, a little bit pregnant. Not just like, ' oh, I'm preggo, but you can't really tell and I still look fabulous like a super model'. No. She was a good 6-7 months, baby kickin' in her gut, stomach big enough to choke a sarlaac. And who did she have to blame for the fact that she could no longer fit into her favorite pair of booty shorts? Why, the idiot walkin' next to her.

Pregnant or not, Zandra had a bit of a reputation here. Not the kind of reputation you'd expect. Not the reputation of her being easy, or being a loose cannon, or just plain being a chick you didn't want to get in a bar fight with because she would break a glass and cut you.
No. When Zandra Fenni was here, you kept your credits close, especially at the Sabaac table. Lady Luck was in the building.

So when Captain Fenni stepped onto the scene, you could bet there would be a little bit of trouble. That was why she kept her blaster close, and her lover even closer.

"Watch yerself, Cal," she mumbled, hands deep in the oversized coat she always wore, "I dunno if ya ever been here, but this ain't exactly the kinda place you wanna get lost at."

She looked around as she walked through the disgusting streets, searching for one place in particular, and one specific lifeform inside that place.

"Common, in here. This gatta be it. He'll be 'round somewhere."


@Cal.

 

[Revenchent]

Cal was no idiot. He had come with Zandra--how in Corellia's Nine Hells could he have said no?--but he made sure to be prepared. He wore his full set of combat armor, the ebony color of the phrik set shining beneath every neon light they passed. He didn't speak much. He was too busy monitoring the cameras built into the back of his chestplate.

A single DC-17 rifle hung from his hip, and a large vibroblade was strapped across his back. Coupled with his smaller, pregnant girlfriend, he looked somewhat overgeared. He knew however, in his heart, that you could never have too much ordnance.

"I'm watching myself, and I'm watching you cyar'ika. Just let me know if someone looks at you wrong." The former Commando grumbled. He followed in step by the woman, and glanced around every few seconds. He had no doubt the rifle was keeping the muggers at bay.

"Who is this guy, anyway?"

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Each step she took made a loud clink as her hard boots hit the filthy streets. Ah, Nar Shaddaa. Like a second home. The only kind of filth and scum that she could feel more comfortable on, was Coruscant, and that was mostly because she'd been forced to live there for a good few months.

"I'm watching myself, and I'm watching you cyar'ika. Just let me know if someone looks at you wrong."

Zandra rolled her eyes, but kept going. Anyone else, and she'd have to start a fight with 'em to defend her own honor as an Echani. Just implying that she might need protecting was a blow to her pride. If she was on her home world right now, the pregnancy wouldn't even be considered an issue. But here? Here it was treated like a handicap. Even criminals moved aside for her and the kid. It made her feel, well, pathetic.

"Who is this guy, anyway?"

"An old friend," she answered, walking into the cafe, "More specifically, an old gambling buddy."

And then she saw him. With a grin and a wave, she called out to get his attention the only way Zandra knew how.

"You sad, lonely, ugly sack of rotten Bantha meat! What ya thinkin'? Showin' that nasty face 'round these parts, eh?"

[member="Toro Voo"] [member="Cal"]

 

[Ryan]

The muscle bound human tossed his shake in all happiness to accept a free drink. Then he introduced himself by yelling his name '[member="GREG"]' as if the dog was deaf. But what the hell, this man had his full attention....... well tell the moment one the galaxies most beautiful women walked into the cafe with a mobile tin can in tow.

Didn't take long for [member="Zandra Fenni"] to catch the sight of him and she made no qualms waddling up to him sniping him with a unusual greeting, well unusual to those not use to her sense of humor. It had been a decade since he had laid eyes on this woman and here she was, the only person in the galaxy from his past that wrote to him on a semi regular basis. After all she was a busy woman.

"Well luk at waaat de whalers broot in!" The morling retorted back in his deep toned exotic accent as he stood from his perch to greet an old friend "Al' knocked up, aye? shame oi 'ad nathin' ter do wi' it"

[member="Cal"]

 

[Jacob Irving]

The bag faced man looked around and noticed more people he noticed the loud man first.

"Ssshhhut it loudmouth." Red Lion said while looking at the woman who walked in

"Canine, ssssshhhh, you are embarrasssssing the woman." He said to Toro Voo.

He finished off his second drink and looked at the two.

[member="Toro Voo"]
[member="Zandra Fenni"]
[member="Cal"]

 

[GREG]

PREGNANT WOMEN MADE GREG NERVOUS. BECAUSE ALTHOUGH HE VALUED LIFE AND APPRECIATED THE BEAUTY OF A NEWBORN, HE COULD NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF BRINGING A PREGNANT WOMAN TO A BAR- ESPECIALLY ON NAR SHADDAA. THE VERY ****ING CONCEPT MADE HIM TWITCH. HIS IMPOSING 5'6 STATURE TURNED TO FACE THE ****ING PEOPLE WHO WALKED IN LIKE THEY ****ING OWNED THE ****ING PLACE WITH HIS BIG GOD DAMN ****ING GUN AND BIG ****ING STUPID ****ING SHARP ASS SWORD STRAPPED TO HIS STUPID ****ING BACK.

I MEAN, I GET IT- YOU WANNA KEEP LADY FRIEND SAFE. BUT THE REPUBLIC SWEPT AWAY THE SCUM OF THIS PLANET BY LINING THEM UP AND ****ING SHOOTING THEM, HE DOUBTED SOME ASSHAT NEEDED TO WEAR ****ING EBONY (insert hard to get metal here that could do the same thing with durasteel, but hey, gotta have dat rare material) ARMOR. YOU UNDERSTAND THAT, RIGHT, DEAR READER? IT'S ****ING DUMB. IMAGINE SOMEONE WALKING INTO YOUR HOUSE WITH THEIR GIRLFRIEND- OHBUTWAITTHEY'REWEARINGFULLBODYARMORANDTHEYHAVEABIGASSKNIFEANDAHUGEASSRIFLEOHDEARGODALMIGHTYWHATAREYOURINTENTIONSYOU'RENOTHELPINGKEEPYOURSELFSAFEYOUREJUSTMAKINGEVERYONETHATISNTYOUINTHEROOMFEELUNSAFEOHGODGETOUT.

"PREGNANT WOMAN! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL EXAMPLE OF HUMANOID REPRODUCTION - AT A BAR!"

 

[Revenchent]

Cal fell silent as [member="Zandra Fenni"] spoke to her associate. He was hopelessly uneasy--his general idea for places like this was formed from holodramas and other media. He had rarely, if ever, visited even the most upstanding of bars in the past. They just didn't mesh well with the constant need to lay low during the Confederacy's witch hunts.


This was new, and new was nerve wracking. He folded his arms over his chest, and retreated into the lovely anonymity his helmet granted. Say what you would about a man wearing combat armor outside of, well, combat. It provided a sense of security, and the former soldier cared a hell of a lot more about that than anyone's opinion.


He was out of his element, and it was very, very obvious. The clone stared at [member="GREG"] like he was a mad man, of course, that couldn't be seen with the visor. Lovely things, helmets.


[member="Red Lion"] [member="Toro Voo"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

"Al' knocked up, aye? shame oi 'ad nathin' ter do wi' it"

Zandra grinned even wider as she made her way through the cafe. She stopped by her favorite gambling buddy, hands on her hips. But before she could retort, a knight in obnoxious armor came to her rescue with a "Canine, ssssshhhh, you are embarrasssssing the woman."
zandra's pale grey eyes snapped to the one who had the nerve to try to speak for her. As if someone had the right to say what she was feeling! If she was embarrassed, then she would say something, dammit! Nobody's place to speak for her!

Unfortunately, before she could say any of this out loud, she was cut off with another loud mouth.
"PREGNANT WOMAN! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL EXAMPLE OF HUMANOID REPRODUCTION - AT A BAR!"
Zandra turned to him, straightening up to her full height of 5'3.

"OI! LOUD MOUTH!" she projected back at him across the bar, imitating his tone, "THIS PREGNANT WOMAN'S GOT A NAME!"

She put her hands on her hips and glanced behind her at Cal to make sure he'd kept up with her. One wouldn't know it from the looks of it, but Cal was not brought along to protect her, and he certainly was not the one who took his girlfriend to this nasty bar. This trip had Zandra written all over it.

"Where do ya meet these freaks anyway, Pup?" she asked, turning her attention back to the one she actually came here for, "Dig 'em outta the trash heap down the alley?"

[member="Toro Voo"] @Cal @GREG @Red Lion

 

[Ryan]

" If yer wanted upper class companionship oi wud suggest visitin' Serreno! " The Morling snarled in a playful retort back to the would be captain "That's if yer wanted ter fill yisser ship up wi' spoiled brats." He chuckled as he himself eyed up the companions he had attracted in such a short time. There was no offer on the table yet, but the truth was Toro was in advance helping [member="Zandra Fenni"] form a pirate crew for her endevours.

"Me personally oi wud bloody 'av a ship full unsavory characters for whaen de time cums, yer want de meanest an' de nastiest on yisser side." He continued while moving through the crowed and waving the group to follow as he found a nice private booth off to the side for them to have more personal conversation with out the rest of the bar stumbling upon them.

[member="Cal"] [member="GREG"] [member="Red Lion"] [member="Harkin Kane"]