Atia
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Post by Atia on Jun 20, 2013 14:32:45 GMT -8
"Yes, You are."
They all were.
"You also cover what controlls most of your actions. Noble status, really..."
While her voice and mannerisms screamed joke and sarcasm, inside, she was cool and tranquill like blizzards. She wanted to start killing, and question the dead. Hunt them one mandalorian at a time, in alphabethic order if she so pleased. She wished this farse to end. She hated acting as if males were equal. Creatures of labor should never be equal to creatures of the hunt. But she held her impulses back, and learned about patience. And patience could only be learned with time.
"Not a chance its a fighter, nobody can draw well enough, its a capitolship."
She gave him time to react, and just when he was to answer the last of her useless questions, he would ask HIS useless question about stupid cards, she would interrupt him.
"When are we leaving for the war?"
She asked, with a seductive smile and sweet voice. It was a demand too, but even bad food gets tasted if it is decorated deliciously.
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Jun 21, 2013 0:59:11 GMT -8
The swaying and weaving of his upper body had become more pronounced, like that of a charmed snake, eyes squinting at her with unfocused zeal. He could no longer see the picture drawn on her card and had forgotten what it was making him frown comically as he tried to remember.
"Um... Something like that, yeah..."
Loosing interest with the game he beckoned drunkenly for another round of drinks, casting his eyes armur in an attempt to find a waite... O_O Was that a... DROID WITH BLASTERS!?!? He blinked owlishly and refocused. Nope. The droid was still there, rolling through the Oyu'baat with twin blasters held in its little mechanical arms. He was hallucinating. It had finally come. He had finally succumbed to madness. The drink eroding what was left of his senses and pitching him into the world of the abstract. Was any of this real? He pondered the question for a moment as one of the servers diffidently placed drinks in front of them, casting a searching look at him. The woman opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it and shrugged before heading back to the bar with the empties.
He was torn from his musings by her last question and it took him a moment to figure out what she was talking about.
"Whut?"
There was a war? Surely they had just finished one. Wasn't that why they were drinking? No you di'kut! That was last week. She's on about the war against the Forcies. His head sank, face becoming forlorn. Eyes looked up at her filled with misery and regret.
"I won't be, cyar'ika. I am to remain here and mind the shop."
The sadness in is voice, the pain in his eyes, was heartbreaking.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jun 21, 2013 14:54:51 GMT -8
"Dont worry, its usually the smartest people that are left behind to take care of the home. Its your turn now."
She knew that while at war, the home front needed the best minds, and not only the front. No, Jassik will stay, but she was drinking with him, and winning the honour game, so she might get to hitch with a squad.
"But I want in on the hunt."
She was drunk too, have no fear about that. She felt the qeesyness and the sense of freedom it gave. She felt a little bit sleepy too, by now, and she realised she couldnt see clearly in her periphery vision... but she had not drank as much as her opposite. She manadged to still have some drink left in a couple rounds, taking her time on the toilet and talking a lot, so she manadged to drink less without arrousing suspicion.
And she just had to put it out bluntly. She needed to move on. As a spy, the longer you stay at a place, the higher your success rate is becoming but its parallell with the chances of being discovered. Too many lies, or too few can get you killed.
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Jun 21, 2013 15:30:48 GMT -8
"I dunt feel very smart..."
He muttered the words morosely as he stared down into his pint and continued to mutter on in Mando'a for several seconds, the words too low, slurred and distorted to be made out. He was really far gone now, eyes heavy and unseeing.
"Boys leave f'Algara..."
Hi head swayed above the hand that gripped the pint, dropping lower and lower until he was resting his forehead on the rim. He continued to mumble but only some of the words were recognisable, just about defined as the utterance of a sentient being... ish.
"Supply dumps.... boys.... leaving.... ass..."
All inhibitions left him and his head slammed to the tabletop, knocking the glass sideways and spilling beer everywhere. A muffled snore sounded as Jazzik sank inexorably into a chemical induced unconsciousness, oblivious to a cruel world that taunted him with sexy Twi'lekk and boring assignments.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jun 23, 2013 15:11:53 GMT -8
"Ah... huh."
*She looked at the man for a short while, wondering if any more information would come out of him, but nothing came, just snoring. It was disgusting how males could give sound even while asleep. (nobody dared to tell atia that she actually could snore like a rancor herself). She stood up and heade... WHOAH. She quickly realised she had not stood up for a while. She actually didnt realise how much time she had spent on her lovely bums. She staggered, grabbed the table, and got back her balance somewhat. The room roamed around in surely illegal and in violation to many fire hazard regulations.
Walking out on unsure stepps, she started to feel some neausea too, and her head was heavyer. She opened a secure comm line to "The Last Vargaarian."
"Theia... I need.... I am... I am drunk. I got the information I am trying to get back, I just... dont know where I am. Theia... I need you..."
*She fell, right there in the street she kissed the curb with the keldabe kiss, and tried to stand up. This resulted in her looking more like a bug on the flor trying to survive a bugspray... she was unable. The world spun too much... All she could do was to crawl over to an alley in the dark of the night, and hide behind a trash container... she couldnt move, she couldnt act normally, she could not even figure out how the "child safety" straps on her helmet could be opened, although she did it on a regular basis while in transit, training to look like she had been wearing those all her life.
It was a rather fracked up day.
Lucky for her, she cept the comm on, and Theia the Banshee could find her and take her home. She was herself clothed in a smiliar armour like her mistress, and also was worsed in stealth operations, like all the banshees. It wasnt easy, taking her mistress halfway across town, and it took all night, but the mission was a success on her part.*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 3:46:07 GMT -8
The little droid wanders through the bar, trying desperately to find a familiar face or helmet or what have you. No luck. Just a couple of drunks. Back in his day, a place like this would have been teeming with friends and enemies and people who he hadn't been paid to kill but would like to anyway because they're dicks. But the ancient bar was nearly empty. The droid rolls over to the drunkards, hoping to find some information, something, that would give him something to do.
"Excuse me," he said in a voice that most assuredly did not belong to the typical astromech. "Would you be able to tell me where the hell everyone is at?"
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Jun 24, 2013 13:57:32 GMT -8
Jazzik's head rises up from the table to watch as the sexy Twi'lekk leaves the bar, the subtle swaying of her hips marred slightly by the staggering lurch of her gait. Seeing her step through the door and out into the night the wily veteran smiles slyly, casting a look to the barman who nods back knowingly. If she followed his advice she'd end up with the lot sent by Cayne to stock the supply dumps on Algara II. The supply dumps, while actually intended to fuel the war machine at Yavin, were also a decoy. Bait for the Jedi. There had to be some practical and plausible purpose to them or the Jedi would sense the deceit, making such a trap null and void. They would supply the war and act as an inviting target for any counter-strikes that the silly saber-jockeys may launch. Sending her along was a win-win situation. If she posed a threat then she'd likely give herself away to the teams deployed there specifically to watch for any such activity. If she wasn't a thread and was truly one of them then there would be plenty for her to do. She may do neither and plow on to Yavin anyway...
Either way, thought Jazzik as the little droid rolled up to him, she was no longer his problem.
"Suy cuy'gar, beskar'ad!"
{Hello there, droid!}
His jovial cheer was back in abundance as he seized a shot of Tihaar from the table, gulping it down and showing no ill effects from the vigorous session he had just undertaken with the sensual Twi'lekk wench.
"Vaii tion?"
{Where's who?}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 22:06:36 GMT -8
The "little droid" sighs the long-suffering sigh of a being that had explained something countless times, and had grown tired of even trying. Best not to think too hard about how something without lungs can sigh.
"Anyone, really. I know I've been out of the loop for a while, but it used to be that if a Mando wanted in on some action, this was the place to go."
He gestured towards the general direction of the bar with a manipulator arm. Probably a good thing that he had all his weapons stowed, or the bartender would have likely blown him away.
"So where is everyone? Anyone, even? Hell, if you could point me towards Plu, that would be great."
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Jun 28, 2013 13:27:33 GMT -8
He blinked at the droid an artful look of vapid vacancy on his face as he waved his empty glass around insistently as he sought a refill.
"Plu? Guy with squinty eyes? Sells crack down the spaceport?"
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, turning to look what was keeping the barman from hurrying over to see to his number one patron. He sometimes enjoyed playing with his cover identity so much he actually forgot that who he was and what he was doing. After all, to play a drunk one had to be drunk...
"I don't know what you want me to say, beskar'ad. Everyone went away to make war on the Force-users. Bit stupid if you ask me but nobody ever does. Ashrah gives a speech about being caught up in every Forcie war that's been fought over the course of history and how its demeaning for us, then goes off and starts one of his own anyway."
He looked around quickly, as if fearful someone may have heard him gainsay the Mand'alor. Seeing nobody within earshot his demeanor changed to one of supreme confidence.
"Between you and me, beskar'ad, I think Ashrah is insane, Corr too. They seem far too wrapped up in this so-called holy crusade. So stern and serious..."
He fell silent as the barman came over and filled his glass with Tihaar. With a smile and a gesture to the empty pint glas ont he table Jazzik drew a scowl from the big man as he seized the indicated glass and returned to the bar to fill it. The drunken Mando looked at the droid, one eyebrow arching high.
"I would offer you a drink but... Can you drink?"
In his mind the droid could wield blasters, speak Mando'a, and roll around the 'Baat like a boss. Why not drink beer too?
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Elyia Reign
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Post by Elyia Reign on Jul 5, 2013 0:42:44 GMT -8
*Elyia enters the Oyu'baat, followed closely by her Noghri shadow, Kharakh and by Serra and Selena. The trio seemed quite determined never to let her out of sight, no matter how safe her surroundings or how capable she was at handling herself. And they knew she could. Even if she didn't have her DL-44 blaster pistol, her MGL-1 micro grenade launcher, the custom phrik sc'rath at her left hip, the bes'bev at her right hip or the phrik ninjato strapped to her back, and of course her shield gauntlet/crushgaunt combo. Let alone the two baradium nitrate detonators hidden on her person. Still, they were decent company... and some days that was more than she could find in here. Yet the Oyu'baat was more than just a place to drink - and it was because it was more than that that Elyia was in here almost every other day. Like the Mand'alor and Duke, she had sworn her revenge on the Jedi, and the waiting chafed. But that was ok... she had learned patience - the hard way.
Elyia heads over to the bar and just as she opens her mouth to order the barman sets a shot of namana liquor down in front of her with a disapproving frown. Though he'd be prepared to admit she seemed to handle the addiction better than most, he didn't like feeding it. But credits were credits, and she paid more than enough of them. Shaking his head slightly as she flashes a small smile of appreciation and throws down the shot, he moves down the bar to another customer, and Elyia sets the empty glass back down and turns to face the heart of the room, with an eye towards business.*
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Post by Elyia Reign on Jul 31, 2013 18:05:01 GMT -8
*Elyia's comlink beeps once, and she glanced down at it. It was a message from Commander Rhade; time to move. Standing up from her seat at the bar, she gives a nod to the barkeep, and gestures for her shadows to follow her - as if they wouldn't anyway. As she makes her way through the sparsely populated bar to the exit, the small sense of anticipation that she had long been restraining begins to grow, and with it, a fire in her belly. At long last she herself would get to directly contribute to the war against those that had struck down her Clan. That she herself was not born to them; that she herself could harness the Force if she so desired; that meant nothing to her. She didn't see this campaign in terms of a Force crusade, like the Mand'alor did. To her it was simple.... it was justice.*
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Post by A'den Tracinya on Apr 2, 2014 22:50:26 GMT -8
*as Orange Eyes enters the bar, he looks around in wonder, and thinks to himself 'this places hasn't changed mush in 5 years' he walks to a open seat in a corner and sits down back to the durasteel wall, he waits tin standard minutes before raising a armored hand and signaling the barkeep for a drink*
"it has been to long since i have been here" he says to himself absentmindedly "i wonder what had happened since i have been away?"
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Duke Australis
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Post by Duke Australis on Apr 4, 2014 15:58:35 GMT -8
Since Orange Eyes were away, there was a mandalorian crusade on all force users in the galaxy. It went bad. The guy behind the counter was one of its lucky casualties. Duke Australis came out from the kitchen wearing an apron, holding two plates of stake with fries. One in his left human hand, and one in his prosthetic right. That right arm was a new addition, since the old one blew off.
He glanced at Orange Eyes and grunted at him.
"Whats your poison?"
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Post by A'den Tracinya on Apr 7, 2014 21:01:34 GMT -8
"caff for now, last time i was here i was the governor of hypori, and representative in the galactic senate." he nods to Dukes arm "thats......disarming, how did you loose it?"
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Post by Duke Australis on Apr 24, 2014 23:29:46 GMT -8
Several mandalorians looked up in the bar at the mention of the galacric senate and Duke himself didnt move an inch to make that caff. Nor did he seem amused about this republicans witts.
"By killing jedi. YOu are not welcome here. Leave."
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Post by A'den Tracinya on Apr 24, 2014 23:59:58 GMT -8
He didnt move "i WAS part of the senate when asked by Mandalore 6 years ago, i have no ties to them now, we have no qualm." he tossed a 50 credit chip on the bar top "that will cover the caff and information about what has been going on for the past 6 years, id like to hear about you killing the jedi, must be a interesting story"
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Post by Duke Australis on Apr 25, 2014 0:29:18 GMT -8
Duke did not look amused still. A'den seemed to have a hard crowd. A couple armoured and armed figures stood up in the booths and by the tables and the bar went silent. The large bald man behind the counter put his new hand on the table where the republican just like that threw money at him, and shoved the money off the counter.
"What part of not interested dont you get? THis is a mandalorian bar. Get your republic credits and shove off before we throw you out."
-Sherer-
"Is there a problem?"
The couple heads shorter and several shoulders thinner woman stepped out from the kitchen, in her left hand was a spatula made from Mandalorian Iron, a tool Duke won many many years ago in a chefs contest, and a small repeater pistol. The sniper and kitchen help stood there ready to use both.
"See what you did? You summoned the woman from the kitchen. You are in trouble now..."
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Post by A'den Tracinya on Apr 28, 2014 17:23:25 GMT -8
"no problem, im just chatting" A'den called the credit chip to his hand and he placed it back on the table. "ive been gone for a while and now im back, i just want caff and some information about what has gone on while ive been gone"
he inclined his head toward the credit chip, and placed another 50 credit chip on the table "can i have that caff now? im not here for trouble i mean you and your patrons harm"
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Post by Duke Australis on May 14, 2014 14:28:52 GMT -8
The woman rolled her eyes with annoyance.
-Sherer-
"Take the mans money."
Duke huffed, he puffed and he took the credits. He reached for the dishwasher to take a cup out.
-Sherer-
"Clean cups."
Duke huffed, he puffed even more, putting the dirty cup back into the dishwasher and took one from the clean rack. He started the cuff-o-matic Delux and it started to grind caff beans and heat water.
"Anything else, your senatorness?"
He wasnt nice, he wasnt accommodating and he was pretty far from service oriented, it seemed. He also ignored the mans wishes for information, either because there were no more credits on the table, or because he just didnt want to talk to the man. Remains to be seen witch case is the actual one.
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Post by Crom'nen on Jul 3, 2014 6:45:26 GMT -8
A message came in marked for Mandalore Intalbo. It has no originating location, but the source was clear by the content of the message.
Honored Lord, Mightiest in all the galaxy.
From your humble servant.
Recently, as I am sure that you are aware, my homeworld of Ryloth has been invaded by a group of pirates calling themselves, "The Exchange." What you might not be aware of is that these pirates call themselves the true Mandalorians, and that you and your warriors are a farce. They pale in comparison to your magnificence, I can assure you, as I and my people were able to repulse them. We both know that we could never hope to resist you, my Lord.
I could not bear to hear their insult, but I did allow them to leave, as I thought that you might want to take action personally, and feared that you would be displeased with me for killing their leaders, though many of their minions fell at my hands. I felt it appropriate to not take the final victory from your hands, that the whole of the galaxy might continue to tremble at your name.
Until next we meet, I drink to your glory in battle.
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Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter"..... 
