View Full Version : A cantina, some ale and a nasty sandstorm
12-30-2004, 10:18 PM
(( Please, RP decently if you post here...no one-liners, or I shall eat you. ))
The sand whirled around and a man could be seen with his eyes forced shut and his mouth sealed. Damn Tatooine. Damn sandstorms. Damn on him for not thinking of bringing something to keep sand out of his nose. All he wanted was to get to the cantina and have a drink...but nooo. Mother Nature clearly had a deep, fiery loathing for him and wanted to see him destroyed.
So, Aarynndo Dana was forced to stand there, still as a rock until the wave of sand stopped. It did eventually, and he immediately bolted for the cantina.
Once inside, he shook himself and brushed sand out of his hair and then sneezed hard enough to remove the small grains that were lodged in his nostrils - painfully, of course. Upon looking up from his sneeze, he was immensely glad that he wasn't wearing his republic uniform. All sorts of swarthy types. He'd probably get mauled.
He sat down and snapped his fingers once, as a Twi'lek waitress came over. "Some of your ale, please," he said. Thankfully, she understood him. He could not try and speak Twi'lek without totally butchering the language. Last time he tried to politely say 'hello', he sent a man running away screaming.
When his ale was brought back, he took a deep swig and grinned. If he was lucky, the freighter he was..er. Supposed to be on, wouldn't leave for another day or two. Good stuff, the ale was. Maybe he'd look around some if the sandstorms ever stopped. Talk to the locals, buy the droid the chief had wanted. Yeah, that'd be a good idea...
(( Basically...this is just a pure, simple RP. No huge plots or anything. It's just for fun. Oh, and you may NOT be a character from KoToR I or II. I guess you could be a Jedi...but for realism sake, keep yourself as a Padawan. No 'OMGSOPOWERFUL' people please. ))
01-02-2005, 02:09 PM
(( Fine....This is an innocent bump with an RP attached to it...hope that's okay seeing as I've clearly been ignored. :P ))
Despite it all, the man could definitely say that the cantina was a excellent place to get lost in. None of the colonel's annoying cronies were trying to track him down, and if they were they clearlly weren't having any luck. He grinned, thinking of the oafs thundering down the road, kicking up sand as they went...idiots.
Still, despite the fact that he felt very alone, he kept his blaster rifle slung over his back in the harness he had fashioned. Tatooine was a dodgy place, and he preferred not to get mugged and murdered simply because he wasn't an outlaw and he had a few credits. He took another deep swig of the ale, smiling. The splash of liquid was soothing, especially after loitering around on a planet with two suns.
He looked around wryly and blinked. Twi'lek dancers...what was the big deal? He couldn't see why anyone particularly enjoyed watching them. What...did the fact that they looked like that had slugs on their shoulders interest anyone? There were many human women he thought looked much better...to each his own, he supposed. Even if their own was yellow and had headtails.
01-08-2005, 07:10 PM
*A well covered man enters the cantina, his clothes dusty and sand-whipped. He pulled off his hood, revealing striking, cold steel-vlue eyes and somewhat tousled silver-and-gold hair. His cloak wrapped itself around him as though by the wind. He shook it free, dusting himself off. Two, somewhat large and powerful-looking blasters hang from his belt, as well as a slender, tube-like object. He quickly pushes the object back, as though he doesn't want anyone to see it. He walks forwards, past Aaryyndo, and up to the barkeep.*
Man: The strongest you have.
Barkeeper: *Surprised* Are you sure?
*The barkeeper goes back a little, preparing the toughest drink that he has. He soon coes back with a large glass, and hands it to the man, who throws down a 20-cred chit.*
Man: That enough?
01-13-2005, 04:29 PM
A girl with pitch black hair and silvery blue eyes pushed her way into the cantina, running her fingers through her hair to get as much sand out of it as possible.
"Bad day to be out," she muttered. She wore a long black cloak which concealed whatever weapons she might have, but as she moved for an out of the way corner of the cantina, it opened just enough to show a blaster pistol and lightsaber.
"Nothing hard, please," she said when asked what she wanted to drink. "Water, if it's clean... something non-alcoholic... no, no, that will be just fine. Thank you."
She leaned against the wall nearest to her and sighed, happy to be out of the storm.
01-13-2005, 05:06 PM
a man walked in with some mandirlan(sp) armor
nasty storm out there
01-13-2005, 06:49 PM
*The man sits down, eying those around him. His features can't be easily read, for his face is as unmoving as stone. He looks at the approaching Mandalorian-armor clad figure.*
Man: Yes it is...
01-14-2005, 07:33 AM
MAy i ask your name??
01-14-2005, 04:11 PM
*The man regards this question with quiet thinking. He had never freely given his name out, nor did he give it to those who asked... they were usually bounty hunters, looking for a kill. But he trusted this one.*
Man: I am Raphael Griffinhart... now that I have given you my name... what is yours?
01-19-2005, 09:51 AM
"I hate sandstorms," the girl in the corner muttered, again dragging her fingers through her hair to release another cascade of sand. A waitress brought her a glass and the girl took it, thanking the waitress. She took a drink, but almost immediately spit it out.
"You call this water?" she exclaimed, staring into the glass. With a small sigh, she shrugged and took another drink, this time managing to keep it down, but making a horrible face. A shiver of disgust rolled down her spine.
"Surely you know what moisture farmers are," the girl said when the waitress returned. "I want their produce, not whatever this is."
"That's rather expensive," the waitress objected. The girl shrugged.
"Do I look like I care about price?" she demanded. "Give me what I asked for!"
The waitress nodded and returned with true water. The girl put the glass to her lips and drank the entire glass in less than three seconds. Without a glance, she paid for the water and sat back to watch what was going on in the cantina.
01-19-2005, 03:22 PM
*Raphael looks at the gril with a blank, unquestioning, unemotional look. He turns away and looks at the man who asked for his name.*
Raphael: So tell me, what is your name?
Lalasko observed the conversations from several tables away. He didn't mind being the janitor for the cantina. He learned a lot of interesting things from the conversations he overheard. Sometimes they actually proved lucrative. In the long run, usually, though several times in the past he had had "instant payoffs", so to speak. Like the time when the two men talking ended up killing each other. That had proved to be a financially sound venture, on his part. Both men had 2000 credits on thier persons.
This particular batch of people seemed different from the usual rifraf that washed up in the cantina, though. Lalasko eyed the Mandalorian armor one of the men wore. Unfortunately no provocations seemed to be in the works. Lalasko could only hope that maybe one of the men would mention where he hid his "secret hoard of riches", and Lalasko could get there first. Fat chance. That had only happened once. And it had cost him his eye. And his ship. So really, it wasn't worth it, no matter how dashing the eyepatch made him look. "For now", he thought to himself, "lets just sit back and watch. No need to rush, I'm on break anyway." He leaned back in his chair, watching the group of people. ...
01-24-2005, 04:41 PM
*Raphael turned away from the man clad in Mandalorian armor; he wasn't replying. Raphael instead set onto drinking, watching, waiting for something, anything, to happen. Something that he could do things about. A fight, or a revolution. A revolution... in only an hour?*
01-26-2005, 07:34 AM
Finishing her water, the girl stood and began walking slowly around the room. She seemed a little irritated to be kept inside due to a sand storm and kept looking at the door.
"Gotta love a storm," she muttered sarcastically. With another glance at the door, she returned to her seat in the corner.
01-26-2005, 05:16 PM
*There wasn't much to do. Raphael was a loner; he didn't like companions. Now he didn't have anyone to talk to. Normally, that wouldn't be so bad, but he was trapped amongst other people. He was getting edgy, and bored. He'd rather be out there, doing something, helping others. But no, the damn sandstorm kept him stuck inside. He looked at the girl again. Something about her interested him, but he couldn't put his finger on it... it wasn't an attraction; Raphael had been trained not to feel things like that.*
01-30-2005, 09:41 PM
The girl knew she was being watched and she didn't like it. She took a moment to glance in the man's direction, but quickly acted as though she had lost interest and directed her eyes elsewhere. What could he want that made him stare so hard?
Lalasko enjoyed feeling the undercurrents flowing through the bar. It reminded him of the old days, during those tense negotiations. The man in mandalorian armor seemed to be drunk, or very intent on becoming so. No interest there, yet. The other man, who had tried unsuccessfully to rouse the inebriated mandalore, seemed to be flitting his gaze near a woman sitting at the bar seat nearby. Lalasko surpressed a smile. This kind of thing wasn't uncommon, but always played out differently. He shifted in his chair, so he could see them with his good eye.
01-31-2005, 03:43 PM
The girl's sharp eyes caught Lalasko's slight movement and she glanced at him. As she had done with Raphael, she quickly acted as though her interest in Lalasko was short. For a short time, she stared at the wall opposite her seat. Then, with a little sigh, she stood and went to the door, as if wishing she could see through it to know if the sandstorm had run its course. But she knew the storm still raged and, with a sigh of defeat, she returned to her place in the corner.
"Blasted storms," she muttered, glaring at the door from her seat. Though it seemed her attention was no longer on the two men watching her, her mind had not left them. She sighed slightly, wondering what they wanted... why were they staring?
02-01-2005, 06:53 PM
*It was easy to see she was confused. But then, she had a right to be; when two men begin to stare, one can't but help wonder. Raphael mused over this thought. If she had been so disturbed by his attentions, why not ask? But he decided not to delve; humans had such confusing motives and emotions. Instead, he relaxed a little, waited for the storm to end so he could get out and about.*
02-02-2005, 04:43 PM
The girl finally gave up her attempts to act as if she wasn't aware of what was going on around her. She looked directly at Raphael, staring straight into his eyes. Her gaze was not unfriendly and her curiosity showed in her eyes. Finally, she stood and approached him.
"You seem to be wondering about me," she said, her voice quiet. "You stare, but outward appearances are often decieving. I imagine that you are the kind of man who has a clear understanding of this."
She sat in the seat directly across from Raphael. "Tell me. What is it that you want? Why do you stare?"
02-03-2005, 03:55 PM
OOC: Goody, finally something happens...
*Raphael is not surprised by this question.*
Raphael: Hmm... it's just that you seem quite interesting. Most others here are quiet, but you, you are unbridled, unreserved, candid. It just struck me as strange, as most other humans would have kept quiet in a quiet environment... It's nothing. An odd feeling is all.
Lalasko, who had found himself drifting off into a light sleep, came sharply to his senses. The girl, who seemed to be slightly on edge, had gone over to the other man, and talked directly to him. The man replied. Interesting. Few strangers chose to converse in such an environment. He blinked. Strangers? Yes, they had to be. Thoughts entered his mind. Did they have a ship? Where were they going? He quickly banished these irrational possibilities. Lalasko promptly removed his gloves, suddenly becoming very interested in his hands, as he listened to the figures at the bar.
02-06-2005, 06:54 AM
The girl smiled and took a seat. "Such interest had better be satisfied."
She offered him a hand. "I'm Nadira."
02-07-2005, 03:20 PM
*Raphael shook her hand gently, as though he were unaccustomed to doing so.*
Raphael: I am Raphael Griffinhart. It is a pleasure to meet you.
02-07-2005, 04:47 PM
"So tell me a little about yourself," Nadira said, smiling. "Only as much information as you feel safe giving." She glanced toward the door. "I get the feeling we'll be here for a while, so we may as well get to know each other."
Her eyes brushed over Lalasko again before returning to rest on Raphael as she waited for his response.
02-08-2005, 06:35 PM
*Raphael cntemplates her words for a bit.*
Raphael: I am the son of a famous man on my homeworld. He married my mother, who was said to be the most beautiful woman in the galaxy... maybe so, maybe not. So was undoubtedly the most beautiful one at home. My father was a soldier, turned politician. But unlike others, he had morals, things that he actually believed in. Maybe that's what drew my mother to him... I would not know. But soon after their marriage, my mother gave birth to me and my Brothers... triplets. We would have been identical if it were not for or somewhat striking superficial differences. I was always considered the 'elder', as I had always heeded mother and father to the utmost. I kept my brothers in check... as much as I needed to, anyways. I was born as you see me: silvered hair, streaks of gold, eyes of blue-grey steel. I had always been one for the outdoors, although sometimes I would devote entire days, if not weeks, to studying. I read what I could read, and if I could not read it, my mother or father would.
My other brothers were truly different than I, both in demeanor and appearance, although we were triplets. Tyravael, the maturest of the us, was born with white hair, grey, nearly white, eyes. At first the doctor had thought him blind. He was the read of us. He would read all he could. SOmedays we had to force him outside, he was so fond of sitting in his room.
Brother Razael wa the flamboyant, rash, wild of us three. He was born with hair of red and black, screaming and kicking at the doctor, his wild red eyes shooting daggers. Only when he was with mother was he happy. Only mother and father did he treat with respect. To his brothers, he gave us brotherly love, but was still immature and mean at times, but never to truly offend us. Razael was fond of running around outdoors, sometimes getting lost in the woods upon the mountain behind our home for days on end, only to return with scars and torn clothing. Mother always wanted to teach him sewing so she herself would not need to mend his. He was always late with his school work, and although he didn't do well in school, he at least learned.
At a young age, around our eighth year of life, mother and father agreed that we would ned to be trained, as scholars, philosophers, and warriors. Our homeworld was in a constant state of disturbance, as we did not have a world government. So we left to an academy, our country's best military academy. Only the best soldiers were sent there and at fisrt the instructors were incredulous at our age. The youngest trainee there aside from us was 26 years our senior. But it was soon apparent that we were unique in some way. I later learned what it was. One of the instructors... she had these deeps, dark green eyes. She always spoke in riddles, and was our teacher and my mentor... I learned who she was later, and what she was teaching me... she was what many call a "Gray Jedi", an exile of the Jedi, trained in the Force. She trained me in it... and my brothers. I learned that fo some reason, my family was strong in the Force, although my parents had not known it.
We trained hard, both physically and mentally, for all of 19 years. Things happened... our country was trying to develop a way to make their soldiers stronger than ever... and my brothers and I, long with 72 others, were chosen... ironically, the older ones died. only a dozen of us were left... I did not have the full details of what happened at that time... but I learned later. They changed the makeup of our bodies, of our genes. They put foreign materials into us, so as to strengthen us... and in doing so, killed 63 good soldiers....
After that, my brothers and I were released. We went back home... and were surprised. Mother was sickening, and father was suffering from depression. It seemed that many of our later letters to home did not get through... and so they took me for dead. Mother was sick for us; father was suffering as he had thought that he had sent us to our deaths. Everything bettered for a while... and then we were attacked.
Our entire country was attacked. We fought back, but even then, not much could be done. Our enemy had unleashed a horrible weapon upon us... diseases, nuclear weaponry... those that survived disease died of radiation poisoning. Those that lived through the radiation died of disease. Those that survived both soon commited suicide or gave up hope. Soon thereafter our country was occupied by the enemy.
Father, mother, and the three of us had hidden away underground. We soon joined up with a rebel faction dedicated to doing anything and everything to defeat our enemy. We stole weapons, technology. My brothers and I soon made great strides forwards in the struggle because of our specialized training. But in only a year, we were discovered. They stormed our major base, killed everyone... except my brothers and I. We fought, fired upon them, did everything we could. We soon escaped in prototype fighters that we had stolen from them in a past operation. We flew away, and the enemy thought that they had won. But it was not to be. We came back, destroyed every single one of their bases.We gathered an army, decimated the enemy, flew in battles in the skies in our ships. Those fighters they developed... powerful, fast, deadly. Nothing like them in this galaxy. We destroyed our oppressors... Tyravael, seeing that the enemy had withdrawn, decided to stop the fighting. But Razael wanted to avenge all the deaths. I reasoned with him, got him tocalm. "Two wrongs do not make a right."
After this horrific incident in our life, we parted, flew away from home. I know not where my brothers wander, but I decided to go to Coruscant, ask the Jedi to allow me to join their Order.
I told them of my 'Master'. She had been well-known in the Order, not famous, but well known. She had left because of some incident in her life. They accepted me, reluctantly,. I do not know if they were violating their own code in doing so... I never truly learned all of it. But I was taken up by a new 'Master'. He and I were friendly to each other... but I always kept my distance. I was never a trusting person. So I learned. And in learning, I thought. And in thinking, I saw. And in seeing, I knew. I knowing, I left. I had seen the problems of the galaxy, if only for a brief momen. I decided that, although as good and great as the Jedi Order was, I was not meant to be. I told them that I was leaving the Order of my own volition, that it was not of anothers actions or of a dark calling. I told them that it was only because I felt it was not my place. And it wasn't.
Ever since leaving the Order, I have wandered, taking the odd job. A soldier-of-fortune, a bounty-hunter. But I only took those jobs that appealed to me... I was soldier with morals. I put everything I had into my ship, and soon mastered piloting it. I was renowned in my own circles as a great pilot. I tried my hand at running trade, and protecting merchants, and soon gathered many credits. But I dod not use it for my own self. I gave much to charitable causes, those that I knew were worthy. And with what I had left I begin to modify my ship, buy and then modify armor, creating my own personal suit. It is light, but protective, and augments my own natural abilities. I wear under this cloak.
My arrival on this planet was nothing out of the ordinary. I was looking for a job to do, for some work. I was reccomended o this cantina. As I was about 3/4 of the way here, the storm struck. And now here I am.
I have talked enough about myself, and I find it impolite to force one such as yourself to listen to me. Tell me of yourself, please.
02-09-2005, 11:45 AM
For a time, Nadira did not answer. She seemed deep in thought. Suddenly, she stirred and looked at Raphael again. A small smile came over her face.
"You have given me more than I expected," she said. "You are very open about your past." She shifted slightly in her seat. "Therefore I find it difficult to do otherwise."
"I was a princess on my planet," she said. "My father, Valter was king. When I was seventeen, a band of mercenaries broke into the palace and killed my mother, Rayna. My father and I escaped before they could find us. To prove that he was not afraid of them, my father mooved us back to the palace. In the end, he too was killed.
"When I turned nineteen, my father was struck down by a man I once thought of as a friend. Adar. He tried to kill me as well, but I escaped. He had, no doubt, expected this. Any ships my parents kept for the purpose of escape had been sabotaged. The one I took malfunctioned not two days after I left the planet.
"I drifted for a while, the cloaking device remaining intact and active. There was nothing I could do to call for help or deactivate my cloaking device. After three days, I felt a heavy jolt as my ship was hit by another. My ship began to destabilize, but the ship that had run into me managed to get me out before it was completely lost."
She fell silent for a moment. Then, with a deep breath, she continued.
"The captain's name was Oren," she said. "He took me to Coruscant and I met with the Senate, calling their attention to my problem. When an assassin attempted to take my life, the Jedi got themselves involved. One master noticed my Force sensitivity and requested permission to train me. His request was rejected, but he began to train me anyway.
"I learned quickly. In the end, the Jedi who had been training me was cast out of the Jedi Order. He had disobeyed orders, but it mattered little to him. When I was fully trained, he went out on a mission alone and was killed. I later learned that he had been fighting Jedi. After this, the Jedi Order seemed to accept me, but I could tell they were keeping me on a leash. They wanted their eyes on me at all times.
"Around this time, I learned that Oren was on Coruscant at the moment. I went to him and requested quarters on board his ship. I wanted to convince the Jedi in some way that they didn't need to watch me. In the end, they cast me out as well.
"It has been three years," she finished. "I still travel with Oren. We crashed here and I came into town, hoping to find a junk yard. Then, the sandstorm hit and I ducked in here."
"My final goal," she said slowly, "I think would be to regain my throne. Adar has taken it and co-rules with his close friend, Lachlan. I can't leave my people under their leadership. My homeworld will become a sad place if I do."
She fell into a deep silence, her eyes having lost focus. She was lost deeply in thought.
02-09-2005, 03:13 PM
*Raphael held his silence, knowing that talking of one's past was difficult, and brought back things best left forgotten. He thinks back to his own past, to what it was like with his mother and father... what if was like before Deah had chosen him, his family, his country. A few minutes pass, and Raphael turns his attention back to the matters at hand.*
Raphael: I see. You and I, we are not quite so different, hmm? Ousted by enemies, betrayed by friends...
02-09-2005, 07:19 PM
*Suddenly the door opened and a tall human man walks in quickly and glances with a piercing gaze around the cantina. He is dressed in a black hooded robe, dark leather gauntlets, and black boots. He seems to be searching for something....or someone. After he looks around, he walks directly to the owner of the cantina and mumbles a question. The owner responds quietly, almost as if he is unsure of the answer he just gave the stranger. Then man then nods and strides over to a booth on the wall opposite from the cantina entrance. The stranger then sits down and calls for the waitress to bring him a drink.*
02-10-2005, 03:50 PM
*Raphael looked at the stranger, watching his movements. It was no one he knew... at least, not anyone that he thought he knew.*
02-11-2005, 08:27 PM
"Similar circumstances are sometimes found in some unusual places," Nadira said, nodding as she looked around the cantina. Her eyes followed the newcomer as he sat down. When he was seated, she looked again to Raphael. An idea was forming in her mind.
"This sandstorm may not let up for a bit," she said, "but when it does, I have an idea. If you're interested, that is."
"Oren's ship is very large and has an equally large crew," she continued. "In fact, I'm amazed it wasn't destroyed completely when we crashed. As it is, we are short several crew members. The crash was enough to ensure that. Would you like to travel with us? With the crew shortage, I'm sure Oren could find a place for you."
02-12-2005, 11:29 AM
Rapahel: ... If he will agree to linking his ship to mine, then I think I can. I have some cargo I need to drop off. Nothing valuable, just food and medical supplies.
*Raphael leans closer to Nadira.*
Raphael: *Whispering* It is the ship that is valuable. I shall tell you later...
02-13-2005, 11:35 AM
Nadira did an excellent job of appearing to ignore what Raphael had just whispered, but her mind was full of curiousity. Instead of asking or showing her curiosity, she nodded.
"That shouldn't be a problem," she said.
02-14-2005, 10:09 AM
*The stranger looked over at Raphael's company, seeming to take an interest in why she was there. The stranger then thought to himself, had he seen her before or perhaps she merely reminded him of someone. He sat thinking to himself, so many people he had met and yet never really gotten to know any, he spent too much time traveling on missions and never stopped to think how what he did affected others.*
02-14-2005, 10:36 AM
*Raphael looked around again, feeling as though he were being watched. But there was no one in there familiar. Of course, a few people threw sidelong glances at him, but that was to be expected. Raphael had learned to expect such things, clothed in his strange attire. But sometimes it was best not to reveal himself, both physially and mentally. Then why had he done so with Nadira? It was an irrational trust; he never told his employer about his past. Things were getting strange, fast.*
02-14-2005, 12:03 PM
*As Raphael's companion leaned forward to hear what he had whispered to her, the man sitting by the wall noticed the lightsaber she carried. He then frowned, for he now remembered the woman. Her name was Nadira. The name made him shiver. The one mission he had failed. The man quickly pulled up his hood as Nadira looked around hoping...no, praying that she had not seen him. He had been sent to Coruscant to kill this woman. He almost had succeeded, but when he went to actually attack he could not finish the job. He did not know why, he was an assassin then and had killed many before. Yet he had sensed something in her that made him not able to kill her. After he returned, his master was going to kill him for failing, but he begged for his life. And now, he thought, that is why I ended up here, a second chance...A second chance to do something that I know in my heart I cannot do.... The man quickly looked away, he knew that Raphael had noticed him staring. "I cannot do this" he muttered to himself. The only problem was, he would surely be killed if he returned to his master in failure again. And if he even went to leave, Nadira might see him and recognize him. The man was unsure what to do.
02-14-2005, 12:22 PM
"Excuse me for a moment," Nadira said suddenly. She stood and went to the table of the man who had been watching her as she spoke with Raphael. She sat down across from him and stared into the darkness that hid his face.
"Adar sent you, didn't he?" she said softly. "You tried to kill me on Coruscant." She smiled. "Don't be afraid. I will not hurt you." Her smile faded. "Adar can't be happy with your failure. He has tried to kill you once, has he not?"
02-14-2005, 12:41 PM
The man looked up as Nadira stood. As she approached, he felt like running out of the door right at that moment into the sandstorm. He was not sure what to do. Then Nadira spoke, and he was not sure whether or not to believe her. He looked towards the door and then back to her and spoke quietly. "I did go to Coruscant to kill you, that is true. And when I arrived, I could not finish the mission and I am not sure why. Perhaps the Force had something greater in store for you and simply prevented me from killing you, I do not know, but something inside me kept me from finishing the job. Adar nearly killed me and I pleaded with him to give me a second chance. Since then I had been imprisioned within his stronghold as punishment and a few days ago he had me released and told me I was to try again. I knew I could not kill you, but I left anyways hoping that I could escape him. Do not ask me why I came here, perhaps it is because Adar will surely send someone else after you and I feel I should try to help you after I nearly killed you before. I am sorry, it was foolish for me to have come here, if he finds me he will be led to you as well."
02-14-2005, 02:30 PM
*Raphael felt the emotions running through the thick air. He focused specifically of that of Nadira's... for some reason he could not shake, she intrigued her. A touch of worry, some fear... something was going to happen. Nadira was meeting an... enemy? No, he did not feel anger, hatred, fury... no, not a friend. An aqcuaitance? Perhaps. Raphael gazed at the wall, hoping to learn some more. Death had chased him halfway across the galaxy... Raphael hoped that he would stop here now, so Raphael could have peace. And possibly a friend...*
02-14-2005, 03:46 PM
"Those who appear helpless are not always as they appear," Nadira said. She smiled. "If the Force has led you not to kill me, perhaps it will not object if you join me. The ship I came to this planet on is damaged, but will be repaired quickly when the sandstorm leaves. It is my goal to hunt Adar and regain what..." her voice trailed off.
"Did Adar tell you why he wanted me killed?" she asked.
02-14-2005, 05:25 PM
*The man sat there as Nadira spoke, he soon realized the reason he could not kill her. He had grown to care about other people, not merely himself, perhaps the Force had meant this to happen. The thought bothered him and he was unsure of what to say, he remembered very little and did not like to dwell on the past for it was too painful and yet Nadira was not like the people he had known. He wondered if he should tell her his name, or even answer her question. He was used to talking with bounty hunters and mercenaries and cold-hearted assassins and those were the type of people you did not tell about yourself if you were smart. He thought back and realized he had never known a good person in his entire life, a thought that saddened him slightly. Then he spoke quietly and carefully: "I do not know much, I was Adar's most trusted assassin and was only assigned to certain cases. He only kept me around because I was good at dealing with what he called "stubborn enemies," probably do to my training in the martial arts and Jedi arts. He showed me a holograph photo of you and told me your name and that was all. I did ask, but he merely stated that you were connected to a part of his past that had to be removed." The man looked towards Raphael and then said "That man has done nothing but stare at me since I walked into the door...I have a bad feeling about this-is he with you?"
02-14-2005, 05:46 PM
*Curiosity. He felt it. It came to him, touched him, a breeze upon winds of... fear? No, apprehension. Raphael rose and walked over to Nadira.*
Raphael: A friend of yours, Nadira?
02-14-2005, 08:27 PM
*The stranger felt uneasy now. What would Nadira tell him? She has a lightsaber with her, did she become a Jedi and if so, this man before him might be a Jedi as well. Also, this man, what if he suspects something? If he discovers the truth, it could mean trouble. The stranger had to speak before Nadira, he had to lie. He knew that if he lied, the man might sense it in part, especially if he was a Jedi also. There was no choice, however. As he reached his hand out to greet the man, he spoke...
"I am Jerod Stryke, an old....acquantance of Nadira's, we met on Coruscant long ago and she recognized me. I was actually quite surprised as I barely recognized her at first."
02-15-2005, 09:09 AM
Nadira nodded, instantly agreeing with what Jerod said. "I recognized him because I have a very good memory... besides, I find it hard to forget a man who saved me from death."
Her eyes met with Jerod's and she hoped he could tell that she would not give away what he had really tried to do.
02-15-2005, 11:07 AM
*Jerod sat there in amazement. He was not sure why Nadira had done this, but he nodded and went along with it. He did not completely lie, he just did not mention the entire truth. "Yes, I was there on Coruscant and she was being attacked and I stopped the assailant from killing her."
He smiled dryly and looked at Raphael and then spoke quickly, hoping to change the subject. "So, what brings you to this dustbowl? You look like a traveler, not from around here. Are you a Jedi as well?"
Probably a question that was better off left unasked, however, Jerod wanted to keep the focus away from him.
02-15-2005, 03:50 PM
*Raphael was humored by this question. Not many had the courage to ask such a thing.*
Raphael: I was a Jedi... once. But I left. I could not believe in that which was false to me. But it is a pleasure to meet a friend of Nadira's.
*There was something in the air now. A false sense of security? Lies? No doubt between Nadira and Stryke. But why? Was it because he was blackmailing her? No, that couldn't be it... Nadira wasn't agitated, worried. Something happened in their past. Raphael did not care much though. Nadira could take care of herself without need of input from him.*
Raphael: I am known by many names... but please, call me Quietstorm.
02-16-2005, 03:31 PM
*Stryke looked at Quietstorm and chuckled to himself. The man knew they were lying, but he was also smart enough not to act like he knew. This Quietstorm obviously was well-traveled, perhaps a hired-gun like Jerod himself. That made Jerod think for a moment-why had he revealed his true name? It was a mistake upon his part, after all, these people were not exactly his friends-he had no friends-at least not for a long time. The thought made him uneasy, as did the silence that accompanied it. He wondered what would happen now.
02-19-2005, 04:04 AM
In through the door walks a short person, probably human, but hard to tell with the large swathing robes he/she is wearing, you can see only eyes, which glisten an emerald green. Taking a quick glance around the person moves to the quietest area possible and motions for a twi'lek serving girl to bring them a drink.
02-19-2005, 06:30 AM
*Raphael stood silently, contemplating this man. There was something... cold and hard about him, like a durasteel hull. But not exactly, as durasteel hulling didn't have emotions, or loss thereof. This man was a hired killer. But he han't killed either of them yet, and Nadira seemed to trust him.*
Raphael: Shall we get something to drink?
02-19-2005, 03:18 PM
*Stryke looked at the newcomer taking note of its location. This individual seemed less threatening than some of the others in the cantina, which gave him more reason to watch him/her. Then he looked at Raphael and smiled. He could sense that Raphael was uneasy about him. He then whispered to Raphael, "You are right to not trust a stranger such as myself, but fear not, I am not here to cause trouble this time. I am afraid I cannot tell you any more than that." Stryke hoped a gesture such as this could prevent trouble from starting here. Then, he continued aloud, "Let us get something to drink." Jerod then motioned for the waitress.
02-21-2005, 09:30 AM
Nadira leaned back, trying to understand what she had just done. She had gone up to the man who tried to kill her and... befriended him? It was impulsive, the kind of thing that got many people killed. And what of Raphael? What made Nadira think she could trust him? It was a question she could not answer.
All the while, her face remained emotionless. The two men she was with could not tell what she was thinking of.
When the waitress came, Nadira said nothing, choosing to forego any drinking.
02-21-2005, 01:09 PM
*Jerod was busy thinking as well. He was not sure of what to do. He did not know how he could prove to Nadira or Quietstorm that he was not their enemy. He thought of handing his weapons over to Nadira as a gesture to show him as a friend. No, that would not work. Quietstorm then have to be told why he did that. And what if this "Quietstorm" was an enemy or the newcomer who had come in the door a few moments earlier. Any of these people could be looking for him, wanting to end his life and then he could not defend himself. It was strange having to think for oneself, not merely taking orders and executing them. Jerod did not know how to deal with people, he had lived his life as an assassin, a shadow without feeling or compassion or remorse. He wanted to scream in anger and yet at the same time say nothing. He wanted to cry at the hopelessness of his situation, for he knew his death was certainly near. And yet, some small spark of hope inside him wanted to believe these people could be his friends and he had a chance for a future where he did not have to hide from enemies. His thoughts turned to the two lightsabers he had hanging from his belt. Trophies from Jedi he had killed. And for what? Because some evil psychopath who wanted to take over the Galaxy had ordered him to? His life seemed so pathetic suddenly. He wondered how many mothers and fathers he had killed? How many sons, and how many brothers? And then, worst of all, he wondered what was going to happen next.
02-21-2005, 04:18 PM
*Raphael questioned his actions now. He trusted Nadira unquestioningly. Why? He didn't trust Jerod, not as a friend or an enemy. He thought of the things he could do to earn their trust. Giving up his weapons wouldn't be that bad; he was lethal with his hands and feet. But it could seem suspicious. Raphael decided to do nothing.*
02-22-2005, 05:26 PM
(((Too much for me to read right now, so I'm just gonna kinda jump in :p)))
Walking into the cantina, Nalaen coughed a few times and had to let her cowl down. It was the only way she could get the fine gathering of sand out of her hair. And her robe? Well, that was a hopeless cause. She'd have to beat it for a few hours; luckily, she liked beating things, or else it'd be a tedious chore. Glancing around, her brow furrowed, screwing up the markings on her face. Why the heck had she been sent here? Granted, someone needed to die, but still, sending her? To Tatooine? Couldn't one of the underlings have handled it? But nooo, she had to hunt some no body on a desolate planet she had no hope of finding anything on. Only Sandpeople and Jawas and sandstorms: and target practice with the former grew wearysome after awhile.
No one could get her into serious trouble for taking time off in weather like this. If one could truly call it weather. Scouting out an empty seat in the surprisingly crowded cantina (she supposed she wasn't the only one in need of shelter) she looked around, pulling her black robe tighter about her. Quite a mix . . . hopefully no Jedi wanted to play hero and take her on. She really wasn't in the mood for failed heroics.
Though . . . as she watched, there seemed to be tension between a few of the people. All she needed now was some bangedgrains to watch the soap opera unfold. For now, she waved a waitress over and muttered an order for ale. She didn't like socialising much and was surprisingly nervous with communicating with people. She prefered the purer form of battle. But she couldn't very well challenge a waitress to a lightsabre duel over a drink, now could she? Once her ale had come, she sipped at it, content to watch the seedy events in a seedier bar, at least until something amusing came up.
02-22-2005, 05:46 PM
(Out Of Character) You might want to go back and read through the stuff, since there are some cool stories already going on you may wish to work into. But good jump in. :D (/OOC)
*Stryke looked immediately at the newcomer and felt a chill come up his spine, but not because he was afraid. No, it was because she seemed to be just like he was, an assassin trained to kill-pure and simple. He felt the darkside in her and bad intentions. He felt quickly to make sure his lightsabers were still in place and then looked to Nadira. He knew she and Quietstorm also sensed it and he spoke quickly and quietly:
"Nadira, you may want to watch the new visitor that just came in. Might be after one of us."
*Then, he continued to watch the newcomer hoping it was just his paranoia. He was no Jedi and thus was not restrained by their morals, but at the same time he had no desire to fight this woman in this cantina.
Lalasko had been taking all this in with wrapped attention. There was little use hiding it, his fellow bar-goers were too acute for his normal methods. "Quietstorm". He had heard the name, and sadly he had read it as well. Lalasko was no bounty hunter, and at the moment he was having regrets. "This newcomer may be, though." He though this as he eyed the new arrival to the bar. Taking a breif moment to shift his gaze, he regarded her. His eye twitched. He knew that face.
He got up, slowly, as to not draw attention to himself, and walked up to Nalaen.
"Lost in the storm?" he asked in a soft voice, staring with his remaining eye not at her, but at the empty space on the wall next to her. "Perhapse I can assist you in finding your way. Or do you come her on other buisiness?"
02-23-2005, 08:37 AM
"Perhaps she is," Nadira said softly. "Then again, she may simply be as we are, refugees of the storm."
02-24-2005, 10:13 AM
(((I'll do that n_n)))
A slow smile spread across her face, gazing past the sightless stare at her. Instead she looked blankly out at the patrons as she answered in a dangerously sweet murmur:
"Who said anything about business? Perhaps I'm just here for the . . . fun." She wasn't even sure herself whether she was being sarcastic or facetious, so she left it up to the other to figure it out. Continuing to sip at her drink, she just kept staring off into nothing. She was used to the bristles in the Force, or people cowering away or shutting down whenever she came near. All the warning signals had gone off: the people here knew what (and who she pondered?) she was. And they let her be. Ahh, fear, how I love thee . . .
"Now, Lalasko, what inspired you to be so kindly and offer me help?" This time, she turned her face to him and put on a pout, her eyes going liquid. "I mean, you don't want to get rid of me, do you?"
02-24-2005, 11:45 AM
*Jerod grinned as he watched the newcomer. She knew how to handle herself. He wondered why he found this situation humorous. He had spent the past few minutes trying to not think of his past or what he was and yet he found something amusing about this woman. He did not try to hide the fact that he was watching her. However, he also did not act very interested in what she was doing. He had a feeling of why she was there, but he did not want to endanger anyone else in the cantina by attracting her attention or confronting her. Perhaps she just happened to be in the area to kill a totally different person completely unrelated to Jerod or his mission. He did not believe in consequences, however, and decided to play it safe and stay where he was for the time being.
Lalasko cracked a smile, and he met her stare. "I never thought our paths would cross again. Seeing you here now is quite the coincidence." He leaned closer too her.
"I simply offered my assistance because I'm quite curious as to why you've come here." He lowered his voice. "Who is it this time? This cantina is full of marks, as you've probably noticed."
02-24-2005, 03:32 PM
OOC: Sorry I ahven't been posting much... school catches up quickly.
*Raphael felt around in the air, touching and tasting the emotions.*
Raphael: A hired killer... but other than that, I do not know...
02-24-2005, 11:46 PM
She chuckled low in her chest, her head shaking slowly. Looking up at Lalasko, her eyes glinted.
"Everyone's a mark." Smirking, she took a finishing gulp of ale, and glanced around once more. Someone was watching her, and he was doing a good job of it. She could sense him, his impassionate gaze. As if she was a momentary curiosity to pass the time. Quite skilled, she realised quickly. Could he think that she was encroaching on his territory? But he was playing it smart: who wanted to face a Sith Assassin in a crowded cantina? That was death for, if not himself, then at least a few innocent by-standers.
"But seriously," she resumed, voice hardening slightly, though never rising over a hushed whisper, "this time," here she peered into her empty glass and sighed heavily, waving the waitress over for a refill, "this time I don't even know my mark." She shrugged. "I suppose I can tell you about this because damn it, I need to vent and plus, I have absolutely no intel. I was told to come here and kill some nobody, and hunt around for the information." Her nose wrinkled as she sipped the ale, it giving a calming burn, "I guess," she said into the glass, voice slightly muffled; she set it down before speaking again, "that means that the person isn't a nobody, as if I had information they could ferret it out. And run. But someone of consequence shouldn't know they've been marked until they're dead." Sitting back with a thoughtful expression, she mulled that one over, swirling her ale absentmindedly. That was one to think about. Perhaps . . . perhaps this mission would be a bit more interesting than she thought. And perhaps her master knew that there would be more to this mission than simply killing.
She smirked again, lifting the glass to her lips. Such was the way of the Force.
Lalasko furrowed his brow.
"Things have certanly changed, it seems." He smiled. "Perhapse I can still be of assistence? I've learned many things from listening to bar patrons for the past 4 years; maybe I can supply you with some information." He narrowed his eye slightly and lowered his voice even more. "Its the least I could do for an old friend."
02-27-2005, 07:02 AM
"A hired killer?" Nadira asked quietly. "No, she is more than that. Darker than that."
She looked across the room at the other woman thoughtfully. "She doesn't care who dies. If she attacks, we're all targets."
02-27-2005, 10:58 AM
Raphael: That may be... if she is devout enough, she shall not turn from her path... Her employer is powerful, I am willing to wager... *Sighs* If it weren't for this sandstorm, I would have vacated this place immediately. I do not wish to use violence on anyone or anything...
*Raphael's thoughts are elsewhere though.*
Raphael: An assassin... but not a hired one. One who is learning. One who is being taught. But not the arts of killing... no, a much darker art. This does complicate matters... But why is she here? Likely for someone in hiding...
02-27-2005, 12:01 PM
Smiling a little too innocently, she shrugged and played with her glass of ale. It was actually quite pretty, the light colour, the texture as it flowed in the glass . . . the way it sparkled even with the meagre light. She downed it in one go. And hell, it tasted good too.
"My Master would like to see someone dead. Someone on Tatooine. Hiding. Unknown. That's all he said. I guess I figured it was a nobody, but now, they could be hiding in fear because they know something." She shrugged and demanded another ale. "I could be speculating though. In fact, I am. Now, who do you know that is hiding and unknown." She arched a brow with a genuine impish grin. "Kinda defeats the purpose of being hiding and unknown, doesn't it? Guess my Master wants me to use my brain or something." Rolling her eyes, she gulped at the ale set down beside her. The waitress was rather efficient, even with all these mewling fools. Then again, for some reason Nalaen always got good service.
She also knew that under different circumstances that talking about a mission and a mark was folly and could see her dead. But this was a bit different. The circumstances had changed. This was a bizarre mission and she was stuck in some dingy cantina with no idea what to do and someone prodding her for information. Which she didn't have. And plus, if things got bad, she could just clean the place up, Sith style. A mass slaughter was never out of reason, to her at least.
Glancing around for the hell of it, she noticed some eyes darting away from her. Well, at least her very presence could work some form of fear. Ah, what did it matter. She'd find her mark and only use the Force to hunt him -- or her for that matter -- down if she had to.
02-27-2005, 06:11 PM
*Stryke did not like this situation. He was used to being the one making all of the moves. He felt cold and angry. Even if that dark woman was not here for Nadira or himself, whatever she did would affect him as he was stuck in this cantina. He knew such emotions would easily be sensed by any force-user, but he did not care at that point. He did not fear the Dark Side, he embraced it. Perhaps sensing that alone would keep the woman from making any foolish moves. He silently unhooked his lightsaber from his belt, but kept it concealed under the table, held in his hand. Then he watched, waiting. He vowed to himself that if she was here for him or Nadira, he would not let her leave alive as long as he still lived himself.
He then whispered quickly to his companions
"Hopefully she will not do anything foolish, I would have to have to end the life of yet another being, especially one so lovely as she."
02-27-2005, 11:04 PM
It was almost tangy sweet with a comforting sense of violence. She loved the way fear and anger tasted on the air, smelt as it wafted past her. The sense of darkness cloaking her more snuggly and lovingly than her favouite robe or the feel of her beloved sabre in her palm. A warm wash went through her as the Dark Side flowed from this dark stranger. It felt glorious.
He was worried. She smirked slightly, sipping at yet another ale. Her eyes drifted to Lalasko, wondering about that patch. How had he lost his eye? Had she known him before then or after? Why couldn't she remember. Her head lolled as she stared down in her drink. Oh yeah . . . Master said she and booze did not mix.
She hiccuped, eyes darting back to the dark one. Her head cocked slightly in animal-like curiosity. Was he hiding something under the table? Was it her overactive imagination? But . . . her instincts and senses were usually right. The bigger question: did it matter. Only a fool with a death wish and a desire to see many die would attack her.
It swirled around him, unbridled. Her lip twitched. That was odd. He didn't seem to be Sith, and yet . . . he was nearly as comfortable in the purity of darkness as she was. Interesting. But not a threat. Bystanders meant nothing to her. She would do her job (if she could ever figure it out) kill the one who needed to die (and perhaps others on her own whim) and leave this Gods forsaken heck hole.
And he's confident. Another thing she found interesting. Perhaps overconfident? Reaching out with the Force, not caring if he noticed -- after all, what would he do, attack her? -- she determined his confidence wasn't the product of idle daydreams. He deserved that confidence. Well, score one for him.
The tendrils of the Force faded as she lost interest in him. She didn't think he was the one she needed to kill.
Looking to Lalasko, she muttered, "It's a politically driven mark. Sit and tell me all the things you know that are going on here. Everyone with political ties, who have any say in some sort of government, anything like that." From now she was drinking some sort of juice. The effects of alcohol she had been feeling seemed to disappear, now that she didn't allow herself to feel them. She had other things to do. Something she had sensed on the man triggered an idea. Someone disagreed with a Sith Lord and that meant something political, because this wasn't an internal squabble. So she was looking for someone dealing in politics. But that could mean a lot of people to sort through.
Still, it was a beginning.
02-28-2005, 07:57 AM
*Stryke continued to watch the woman. He had read her lips clearly, her mark was politically driven. He chuckled to himself and put his saber back onto his belt for the time being. She was not ready to make her move and she was not even sure of who her target was. Apparently she did not think it was him, which allowed him to relax a bit. Then he spoke in a manner just loud enough for her to pick out among the various other conversations in the cantina.
"She acts like an amateur, not even sure of why she is here-it is quite amusing."
He found this situation humorous and hoped the Dark Woman did not anger easily, assuming she had heard him at all. Then, he decided what he was going to do next and whispered to Nadira and Quietstorm.
"I shall be back in a moment. I do not think she knows exactly who her target is and hopefully it is not one of us. I am going to see if I can learn anything useful."
Jerod then stood up and walked towards the Dark Woman. He approached her quickly, though without causing her to feel threatened. He then bowed before her, smiled and then spoke in a friendly, yet slightly sarcastic tone:
"Greetings my friend. You seem to be looking for someone, need any help?"
02-28-2005, 08:47 AM
"Impulsive," Nadira muttered, smiling slightly as Stryke left the table. "And yet, his impulsiveness saved my life in the past."
She turned to watch as he approached the other table. Her hand went subconsciously to her lightsaber as she watched.
02-28-2005, 10:26 AM
In a split second she had her sabre hilt in her hand, one end against the dark man's stomach. She was pretty sure that no one could see this move, but on the other hand, she didn't really care. Her eyes flashed with anger as she glowered up at him.
"Amateur?" she growled, knowing that it was best to be underestimated and was probably why she wasn't given information to start with -- that way people wouldn't care about giving her information if they thought she was just some stupid girl -- but still, it really goaded her to see it working so well. "You'd do well friend to not insult a Sith then walk up and pretend you did nothing. You have the attitude of a woman; stab people in the back and go on like nothing happened. If you want to live, walk away now. You aren't my mark and I don't feel like slaughtering a whole cantina at the moment. It takes too much effort."
Her voice stayed low as she snarled at the man. "But who are you to question the motives or actions of my Master? I could just kill everyone I see: eventually, I'd get the mark right. And mass slaughtering this wasteland of a planet would greatly amuse my Master. Would you like to see it?"
Perhaps she had played it too casual. She really hadn't thought that any of them would have the guts to approach her. Didn't they feel fear? Or was her aloofness so offputting that she seemed like a brat?
02-28-2005, 10:48 AM
*Stryke was not surprised by the woman's actions. He chuckled with an evil grin as she put her saber against him.
"Put your saber away, there no need to cause a scene. Such scare tactics may work on civilians and Jedi, but sadly I am not one of those. You may want to consider being less arrogant, for that will be your undoing if you are not careful. Confidence is one thing, but blind arrogance is foolish. Had I wanted to, I could have sliced your saber in half before it even left your belt. I know you are not an amateur, for an amateur would not be sent on such a mission without knowing his or her mark. I merely wanted to gain your attention so I would not surprise you by approaching-that is why I spoke clearly enough for you to hear. Besides, someone of your talents most likely would not need to hear what I said anyways. You seem to be looking for someone, and after reading what you said earlier, it is a political target. I was just curious if you had any information beyond that since I am also after a certain....target and maybe I could help you since I have been on Tatooine already for a while watching certain people. Now, if you do not wish to play nice, I will return to my table. However, regardless of your decision, I suggest you put your saber away before it is added to my collection."
Jerod then looked at her with an evil glare, obviously not at all bothered by the fact that the woman had her lightsaber held to his gut. Part of his old self had come back, and he was a timebomb waiting to explode. He was not going to hesitate if he had to take action...
02-28-2005, 11:24 AM
She threw her head back and howled with laughter. Still laughing, she slipped her sabre back onto her belt. Ignoring his comments about her overconfidence -- she wasn't, she knew her limits, but she wouldn't bother making a scene over that -- she instead mulled over what he had said.
"You are arrogant as well, thinking you can best me so easily," she said, almost teasingly. "Now, why the hell would you want to help a Sith? Hm? You aren't Jedi, you aren't civilian, so what are you?"
This dark one was confusing her greatly. Not in the way to befuddle her, but in such a way that she didn't get him. For the moment, he wasn't a threat. She would know the second that happened. But what, she demanded of herself as she kept her face completely impassive, were his modivations? She knew he had them, probably had a second agenda to helping -- he wanted her information, but why? It wasn't the same target, he wasn't the target . . .
She would just mind her words. Though she didn't really have any words to mind.
02-28-2005, 12:07 PM
*Jerod listened as she spoke. She apparently had expected him to back down and when he did not, she most likely had interest in why he was there to lower her saber. His anger died down and he felt quite a bit better than he had before.
"Well, m'lady, I am not much more than a well-trained assassin. I am one who is sent when they want a Jedi or Sith or other difficult target taken care of. With that said, I came here to kill a former Jedi, nothing directly involved with your mission I think. As I said before, I had seen you speaking and could tell what you had said about needing information and simply offered my knowledge as a resource. If all you know is that it is a political target, that could describe a few people and I cannot be of much assistance. However, if you know what the person did to become such a target or how they got here, I may be able to help. Consider it a gesture from one hunter to another."
With that, he quickly glanced back towards Nadira so that the Sith would not notice. Hopefully he could help her somehow to atone for past actions.
02-28-2005, 01:09 PM
Nalaen didn't so much see the glance as sense the shift in his mind and emotions. Oh, he was very good. She could easily see why he could hunt down the more . . . dangerous targets. A paranoid thought struck her, but she shook it away. She wasn't a target and he wasn't after her. It would have taken her all of a nanosecond to figure if she was being hunted.
He liked that girl, didn't he? Who was she, to have men fawning all over her? Poor thing, all these stupid hormonal brutes vying for her attentions . . .
"Look, I've spoken too much. Then again, it's not much of a stretch to say that a Sith is going to kill someone." She sighed heavily. "I'm sure my target is male. He lives out on his own. Hiding probably. And my Master wants him dead. He did something to disrupt some council that was benifiting the Sith. That's all I can figure." She sensed some softness from him. "If you have a problem with me killing someone and get in my way to prevent it, I will cut you down. And no, my target is not your precious Jedi. If I was to kill a force-sensitive or -user, I would be using a hell of a lot more discression."
Lalasko had retreated to observe the confrontation from a safe distance. He had done it casually, but he was nervous. Not because of the dangers that lurked here, but because of his willingness to show emotion Nalaen. Seeing her brought back memories and emotions that he had done his best to mask. He didn't want to forget, but its wasn't convenient to slip back to old ways at this time.
As the two Sith spoke, he quietly removed himself from the room, entering the refresher at the back of the bar. It was dank, and quite disgusting, but it suited his purpose. Leaning up against the wall, he closed his eyes a thought, going over all he had heard so far from the patrons. He removed a small datapad from his cowl, and recorded what he knew.
Lalasko emerged from the shadows, acting as though he never left, watching this "Stryke" and Nalaen as they finished sparring.
Nalaen was saying: "If I was to kill a force-sensitive or -user, I would be using a hell of a lot more discression."
He restrained a chuckle, then resumed his position next to his table.
"Are you quite done?" He asked her.
02-28-2005, 02:09 PM
Nalaen smiled up at Lalasko and tapped her lowerlip with her finger a few times.
"Yes, I suppose so. Why? Something important you need to . . . do?" Cracking a grin, she turned her attention briefly to the dark one by her, always aware of her surroundings and the fickle moods of living creatures, then back to Lalasko. Why, hadn't she become the popular little Sith girl? This was definately odd. Well, it was no big deal. She may be anti-social, but it wasn't exactly like she was dealing with goodie-goodies here. Lalasko, she knew quite well. Perhaps a bit too well for some sensibilities. And the dark one was like her in some ways, and didn't make her ill to be around.
Had her Master sensed these events? Had he known she would be stuck on the hell hole? Ah well. At least she could get some information and go more directly to her mark, rather than wandering around for months to try and find his little dump.
02-28-2005, 02:57 PM
*Jerod Stryke smiled one last time and then spoke. Part of what he said was a lie and partly the truth, in either case, he hid it well so that the Sith was unable to notice.
"Well, as for the girl you are thinking about, she is the target I was sent for so do not make assumptions so quickly. As for your target, I am only aware of a few people who seem like that type in here today. Most of the people here are locals just seeking shelter from a storm. One of those people is the watchman at the door, by what I have heard he is new. Another is the man in the Mandalorian armor. The third is someone I just met a few moments ago ironically enough. Hope that helps. Try not to make a mess before I leave."
He then smiled and bowed before Nalaen and Lalasko and returned to his table, resuming his conversation from before. He spoke quietly and casually as to not give away what he was saying.
"Well, unless she is a really good liar, she is not after you, Nadira. Quietstorm, however, may be a different story. All she knows is that her target is male, out on his own, and did something to severely annoy the Sith. You have not done anything to anger the Sith have you? I came all this way to avoid killing anyone today, I would have to get into a mess now."
02-28-2005, 03:47 PM
"That description reminds me of Adar," Nadira said quietly. "He was involved with the Sith for a short time." She looked around. "But he is not..." she stopped as another person entered the cantina. Falling suddenly silent, Nadira seemed to shrink into her black cloak.
"He is here," she whispered. There was a trace of fear in her voice. She knew he could be there for only one reason. He knew of Stryke's failure and had come to kill them both.
"Excuse me," Adar said, approaching the bar. "I'm looking for a woman. She looks like this."
"Our patrons are safe from the prying eyes of people such as you," the bartender spat. "Take your troubles elsewhere."
Adar glared at him and took a seat near Nalaen. He ignored everybody in the room, closing his eyes and seeming to search for someone through the Force.
02-28-2005, 04:06 PM
*Stryke did not like what he saw. Adar was here and there was no way out without him knowing. He felt anger rising in him again.
"Well, I guess this is it."
Stryke quietly took his saber from his belt and held it in-hand.
"He is going to pay for the pain he has caused to me and all of the people who have died because of him."...
02-28-2005, 05:06 PM
Adar's quick eyes caught Stryke's movement and he turned. With a grin, he recognized the man he'd hired to kill Nadira. He wondered if Nadira was nearby as well. He glanced over the others at the table and his eyes came to rest on the formless black shape seated across from Stryke.
"Hello, Nadira," he whispered to himself. "You're hiding with your failure of a killer and... who's he?" Adar had begun to stand, but he abruptly sat down again, for the first time catching sight of Quietstorm.
"I don't know who you are," he whispered to himself. "Are you dangerous? Yes, of course you are. Does Nadira think she can find protection from me? I have betrayed the Sith in my past. I know how they work. I know how the Jedi work. I've betrayed them as well."
"Hello, Nadira," he whispered again, turning his attention once more to the formless shape he knew was his target. "Do you think you are safe? I betrayed you once. Do not think your friends know you better than I do. They cannot protect you from me."
With this said, he leaned back in his chair and glanced at Nalaen. He grinned again and looked away.
"Hello, Sith," he whispered. "Hello, oh my silent enemy who wishes to kill me. How many places have your masters sent you? And now you find me here, stalking my own prey. Do you think you will defeat me? I betrayed your kind once. They cannot be happy. I know their ways. I know your ways."
He ordered a drink and watched the two tables intensely.
((And, yes, Adar is talking to himself... sort of a strange character, isn't he?:p ))
Lalasko smiled the man off, then turned back to his host, the smile evaporating. He was himself again, and it was time to focus on the task at hand.
"Now, you asked me for information about the politics I've learned in here." He blinked. "The law is not enforced here. The hutts control Tatooine. This you know." He leaned in, so as to keep the other patrons from hearing. "You may also know that the Exchange uses this place as a trade cashe. A checkpoint."
He chuckled, but there was no humor in his laugh. "I learned that dirty little secret the hard way," he said, adjusting his patch. "Pirates often cash in here, trading off looted goods for weapons and credits. Its possible that your mark attacked a Sith craft, and "your master" is out to settle a score."
He shifted his head.
"If Sith do such things, that is."
Lalasko's eye roved to the source of a quiet sound. A man was talking to himself, under his breath. Barely a whisper. But it was there, a current of threats and plans. Lalasko smirked.
02-28-2005, 06:17 PM
"He knows I am here", Stryke said under his breath.
"And he knows you are here as well. Things could get messy here, especially with that Sith woman. She is not going to be happy when I kill Adar."
He then wondered if that was what Nadira wanted. Perhaps she did not want him dead, merely captive. Perhaps she wanted to kill him herself. He hope this was not the case, he wanted vengeance.
"You do want me to kill him, right?"
02-28-2005, 06:19 PM
"Not yet," Nadira said quietly. "Let him make his move first. If he doesn't make one, we'll leave and make sure he can't follow us to Oren's ship."
02-28-2005, 06:47 PM
(((Geez, I'm off the computer for like, 4 hours and damn things progressed O_O)))
Nalaen smiled up at Lalasko and patted his cheek with her open palm.
"Ah, but my quarry is here and thinks he can best me. I love a smug mark. The expression in their eyes as they're cut down, the horror sparkling in their eye as that twinkle of control fades away. When they realise they're truly the prey, and have been their whole lives. That they've lived a lie: they created a false control over others in hopes that they can establish it as real. But they know that it's always been a house of cards, that no matter how many loose ends they tie up, just more will unravel." She smiled again, not caring how her prey thought. It was an odd move for her, but there were three other people who wanted him gone -- that she could sense.
Well, it looked like she may have to get into business with the others here. After all, her Master wanted this man dead: he didn't specify how or with whom.
Turning, she looked right at Adar and studied him. He said he knew the way the Sith worked. He knew who she was so she didn't care about him noticing her scrutiny. But he made one fundamental mistake. He knew the Sith ways. He did not know hers. And to kill this man whom she already intensely loathed, she would kill anyone to get to him. It did not matter whom he used as a human shield, who he threw in her way, how far he ran, she would hunt him down like some wild animal. The wild animals she grew up tracking. She could stalk an animal for weeks. And it made the killing and feeding of the blood to her ancestors just that much sweeter.
Nalaen's attention had been drawn to the man Lalasko had breifly studied.
He turned to Nalaen;
"That is all the info I can provide, I'm afraid. Good luck with your...project." He nodded his head. "I'll leave you alone now."
After taking a few steps, he turned breifly. "Nice to see you again," he said with the hint of a smirk.
As he returned to his small table in the shadows of the cantina, he grinned, a wide, evil grin. But only for a second. It vanished as soon as it came, and Lalasko sat, watching the strange man that Nalaen now observed. His eye widened as he saw who the man was. "No" he whispered, in disbelief. Things had just grown more complex.
03-01-2005, 09:12 AM
((I'm growing more and more amused at how well known Adar is:) ))
Adar watched in silence. He began to wonder who he should kill first. Nadira? Stryke? The Sith woman? There were too many possibilities. He didn't like it. If he attacked one, all the others might attack him. That would not do. No, he'd have to wait, wait until they were more separated.
03-01-2005, 11:14 AM
She found Adar's thoughts ever so amusing. Propping her arms on the back of her chair, she rested her chin on them, staring at him. He was an amusing subject. So often did she kill people who were strictly full of fear from her. Although that was a compliment that she could strike fear into their hearts just by standing a few feet away, this was more interesting. He was actually trying to assess the situation and create a strategy from it. Fascinating. Of course, he didn't realise that he had absolutely no hope, no matter how smart or powerful he considered himself.
You just don't screw the Sith. It should be in the fineprint, really. For if she didn't kill him, someone else would. He was doomed. And the Sith loved holding a grudge. Look how long they've hated the Jedi for. He could run for centuries and he'd still be at the top of the Sith to-do list. If he wanted to run, fine. She would track him. And if worse came to worse, she would enlist help of others. Perhaps not even other Sith: the others in this cantina who wanted him dead. It would be prudent to work with them. They all wanted the same goal. No point in arguing and fighting amongst each other while the real prey escaped.
Glancing at the others for a split second, fast enough for only a Force-user or Force-adept to notice, she hoped that one of the three had caught her flickering look. They needed to come up with something without Adar noticing. They could circle him, leaving no room for escape. And the others here would probably be curious as to what was going on, so they'd bunch up and finish the wall of bodies, all around. Of course, that was one option of many.
So she returned to studying him, wondering what exactly she would do.
Lalasko grimly analysed the situation. He forsaw several possible courses of action. 1: Throw a stun grenade into the lot of them, then grad Adar and brave the storm (this was the least likely to happed, and the most risky). 2: Let the others attack, then once they leave try to heal Adar enough to get him to a life support system (possible, but unlikely. Sith brutality is a very fatal thing). 3: Let Adar die. Deal with the consequences on a later date (Lalasko was leaning towards this option, though he didn't like what it meant).
Lalasko's comm unit vibrated against his belt. He lowered the volume, then accepted the transmission.
"Speak." He whispered into the comm.
"There's been a change."
"The third benifactor is out of the loop."
Lalasko's eyes widened. Could this be some luck at last?
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Make the adjustments."
The transmission ended. Lalasko sat back, resigned. "Chackmate, Adar. You had me worried for a moment," he whispered.
03-01-2005, 03:49 PM
*Jerod Stryke watched Adar. He wondered why Adar was here so soon. As far as Adar knew, he was waiting for the right time to kill Nadira. It then dawned on him; Adar was going to kill him either way. Adar probably had planned for Stryke to be here and kill Nadira and then he would kill Stryke as well as the Sith who he probably knew was hunting him. And if Stryke did not kill Nadira, he would simply kill her as well. Which also meant another thing. Adar was not stupid, attacking a former Jedi, a Sith, and his best assassin-he would have help.
"He is not alone-he had to have someone on the inside to tell him when the whole setup was ready and to help him when he strikes. How else would he know that we were all here at the same time? And he probably knew the Sith wanted him dead, he would not be here without backup. Someone who was already here before Adar arrived was looking for us and will attack when the time is right."
And Stryke had a feeling he knew who that someone was...
03-01-2005, 04:17 PM
Even before the dark one had thought of anything, she already knew who the inside man was. And she was mad. It made her smile and almost laugh. Oh, that silly, silly Lalasko. Did he think it was smart betraying her? For betrayal was what made her most angry. And anger fueled the dark side. So, they thought that they were set up neatly. For now, she would play along, thinking that they had them in checkmate. But this little pawn was really a queen in disguise and could move wherever the hell she wanted.
But if this was a set up, what was it for? So many of Adar's enemies were in place . . . How could he hope to take them on in a crowded -- her thoughts stopped short. Backup. Oh hells. He had backup. But against an assassin touched with the Force, a Jedi (she was sure), a Mandalorian and a Sith Assassin? His backups were in for a rough, ROUGH ride.
Still, this was one of those missions where she sorely wished her Master had come along. But he had stopped doing that as she was a "big girl now", he had once said snidely. Oh Gods oh Gods oh Gods. Was this that fear that she had been taught about? She had never felt it like this before. Usually she basked in the fear of others . . . But fear was her ally.
Her eyes darted once more to the small group of now-allies. Whether they wanted to or not, they were in this together. And no matter what tortures or information they wanted from Adar, it would be a foolish idea to try. With enemies like this, it was best to kill them fast and thoroughly.
Now it was time to pick out his helpers. Once she had figured the whole play out, she was able to sense them much easier. Their pulses had increased by half a heartbeat or so, their temperatures rising by a few degrees. The ones who were excited and suppressing their anticipation: those were the ones who she had to watch out for. A normal warrior is always excited by the kill, so they would be tough pressed to keep themselves completely calm. Perhaps to a normal viewer they would seem to be normal patrons of this cantina . . . but she wasn't normal. She was Sith.
This really had been a test from her Master . . . she knew he knew all along what was going to happen. From the others here, to Lalasko, to the sandstorm . . . Amazing how the Force worked . . .
03-01-2005, 05:32 PM
*Jerod Stryke pondered for a moment. He wondered just how many of the people in that cantina were there to help Adar. He was quite resourceful and while he was quite a skilled fighter, he prefered to let others kill for him. Who else could it be? The man in the Mandalorian armor perhaps? He did not think Quietstorm was involved and sensed no deception from him, yet his being here also seemed rather convinient. The one-eyed man seemed to react as if he expected Adar to be there as well. Could Nadira have made a deal with Adar for her life to be spared? His only sure ally seemed to be a Sith, not exactly the ideal situation. He wanted answers-he was not used to waiting for his enemies to make their move. Stryke stood quickly as his chair fell over, his lightsaber hilt in-hand. He spoke with a raised voice, ignoring the others in the cantina staring at him.
"So Nadira, you do not seemed to be bothered by Adar's sudden appearance. Why do you want to wait for him to strike? You did not seem to be surprised to see me here and you came up to me rather openly, knowing who I was. Were you expecting me? Did you work out a deal with Adar to save your own skin? And your friend Quietstorm, perhaps a hired killer? Perhaps I should have remained with the Sith at her table, it seems she would be a better ally..."
*With that, he looked deep into Nadira's eyes, seeking the truth.
((This is getting interesting :D))
Lalasko was lost in his own thoughts. With the third benefactor out of the loop, Adar needed to live. But only long enough to validate the transaction: the final step of the deal. Adar was outnumbered, and he knew it. Why was he so confident? Did he expect Lalasko to bail him out? He wasn’t that stupid. He had gotten Adar this far, and it had been bloody hard. But he was not interested in giving his life to the cause. And even if he was, the Exchange wouldn’t let him go. Did he have more men outside, in the storm? It didn’t matter. He had to get the signature. Now.
Lalasko stood, sighing. He made his way along the dark edge of the cantina wall, until he was parallel to Adar. Clamly walking up to him, he sat, trying to ignore the silence that Stryke’s outburst had ushered in.
“The third benefactor is out, Adar. Timetables have been accelerated. I need the signature from you. He placed the datapad on the table. “Or the deal dies with you, in this cantina.”
03-03-2005, 05:48 AM
Adar gave a low hiss of annoyance.
"Out as in dead?" he demanded quietly. Then, without another word, he signed the datapad. Standing quietly, he got up and moved for the door. Lalasko's timing had thrown him off and it was time to leave.
03-04-2005, 06:26 PM
Once Adar moved, Nalaen's leg twitched. When she sensed his intentions, she slid out of her chair. She felt like a shadow, drifting through everyone, until she reached the door. It seemed such a short time to traverse the area that she wondered momentarily if she had used the Force to speed her movements out of instinct. Interesting development.
She wasn't going to let Adar leave. Her sabre was in her hand; how, she didn't know: like her movements, it just happened. Body and mind were on automatic. Her prey thought it had found an emergency escape in the trap. But hopefully, it was only the last desperate hopes of a dead man.
The crimson blades extended on either side of her as Adar approached. He was not leaving this place outside of a bodybag.
Lalasko ducked. He tried to make it subtile, but utimately failed at this. Fighting in the inevitable battle that was about to transpire would only indanger the survival of Adar's signature, and Lalasko knew he had to get out one way or another. He clutched the datapad in one arm, and readied his quarterstaff in the other. Hopefully, he would not need it...
03-04-2005, 09:33 PM
*Stryke watched the events unfold. He was still not sure of whom to trust. The time to act, however, was now.
"Well, I guess I am about to learn the truth."
*He then activated his lightsaber and the bright yellow blade extended as he moved toward Adar...
03-06-2005, 03:21 PM
OOC: BLARGH! School caught up with me... Anyone mind filling me in on what happened, and/or introduce me?
03-06-2005, 09:39 PM
((OOC: Our current story involving Adar is at its climax right now. Might as well just read it from the last point you posted since a lot has happened.))
03-07-2005, 03:15 AM
Now was the time to strike. Finally this chase would be coming to an end. Quite an interesting little game she had taken part in; her Master had to have had some hand in this. But that was for reflection later, when the job was done. Her eyes met Adar's. She was staring into the soul of a dead man.
A flicker of the Force gripped her guts and wrenched them ever so slightly. So, the one who betrayed, Lalasko, was on the move. What he was going to do, she didn't know. She cared, but merely for the fact that he could be dangerous. Though she could go after him, that would mean Adar went free. And even if her emotions told her to slaughter him, she had a job to do. Adar was her first priority: until he was dead, she saw and felt nothing else.
The dark one got up. Without moving her eyes, she expanded her view to watch him. A yellow sabre flickered then hummed to life. So, he could use the weapon of a Jedi. Usually that would leave a bad taste in her mouth, but this wasn't a normal day. She would be glad for the help, no matter who was offering it. Adar was one slippery corpse indeed. She hoped that she was able to convey approval to the dark one, and the desire to join in battle with him. Her Master would ask, she knew, if she killed her quarry, and she would answer honestly, that she had help. If she ever got to explain herself would be another question.
But it did not matter. Adar was going to die, one way or another. That's what she had been sent out here to do, and that's what she would see done. If she had the whole cantina gang up on him, then fine. As long as he was dead.
03-07-2005, 12:45 PM
Nadira stood slowly and approached Adar, drawing her blue lightsaber as well.
"He is to be mine," she said quietly. "He has taken my throne, my life, my family."
She turned to Adar and said, "This didn't turn out quite like you planned, did it?"
"Lachlan will take over in my place," Adar said, his chin held high. "You will never return to rule your planet."
"You should not have said that," Nadira scolded softly. "In hearing Lachlan's name, my new companions will have yet another man to chase once you are gone."
"He will kill you all!" Adar screamed. Nadira glanced at Nalaen.
"Toss him away from the door and stand between him and it," she said. "This fight is to be between Adar and me. The rest of you, find any other ways he might escape and guard them."
Adar put his hands up to his shoulders as if in defense. He didn't exactly like the idea of getting tossed around by a Sith, let alone a female Sith.
03-07-2005, 12:56 PM
*Stryke laughed evilly. He could not believe what he was seeing.
"Some people are far too trusting. Do you really think that A merciless killer such as myself would betray his master over one little Jedi? I came here to kill a Sith, a former Jedi, and a one-eyed man and you believed that I was all of the sudden a friend? I intend on completing my mission and killing my target!"
Stryke shot a quick glance at Nadira and winked.
He then walked quickly towards Nalaen smiling.
*Adar appeared to smile for a moment, happy that his bodyguard and assassin was returning to help him.
"Don't worry Adar, I won't let this Sith do the dirty work of a Jedi, I won't let her throw you to your death.... I"LL do THAT myself."
*With that, Stryke unleashed a burst of energy from his hand using the Force, hurling Adar towards Nadira. A very surprised and slightly injured Adar landed right in front of her.
"There you go Nadira, he should have plenty of fight left in him. Consider yourself lucky, my entire life was taken by this man years ago and he has caused me to kill countless people since then-I have more reason to kill him than anyone else and I only give him to you because I owe you a lot after what I have done. Oh, and as for you Nalaen, perhaps you could be so kind as to take care of your one-eyed friend before he runs off. That datapad might tell us of more enemies that your master has and I for one would be glad to hurt anyone who has helped Adar."
*Stryke grinned evilly at Lalasko, who was quietly making his way toward the exit.
Lalasko pressed several buttons. The transmission was sent, and the signature out of his hands. Now his only cause was to make sure the datapad didn't reach anyone who knew what to do with it. He quietly pressed a time-release grenade to the underside of one of the tables...
03-07-2005, 01:25 PM
((OOC: In the words of Obi-Wan: "Uh-oh, not good."))
03-07-2005, 05:31 PM
OOC: Blah, I can wait until this is over, and then re-introduce myself.
I hate Über school projects that must be done at home...
03-07-2005, 10:06 PM
"Do you really think you can defeat me?" Adar snarled, igniting a yellow lightsaber. Nadira shrugged.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend," she said. "Three hate you, one runs away. I guess the odds are slightly in my favor."
Adar stared at Lalasko in shock as Lalasko made a move to leave. Taking advantage of his shock, Nadira attacked. Adar barely managed to block. Nadira continued pressing, driving Adar continually backward. He bumped into a wall and lashed out crazily. Nadira took a step back and Adar slipped out of his corner.
"Know this," Nadira growled as her lightsaber made contact with his left arm, you have made my life completely miserable. I plan to make your death as miserable as my life has been."
"I'm not about to die," he growled, gripping his arm momentarily. He thrust his lightsaber toward her neck and she ducked, taking a slash at his leg. He didn't see the attack coming and fell to the ground missing a leg.
"I once looked on you as a brother," Nadira snapped. Her lightsaber severed his hand from his arm, leaving him defenseless. "You killed my family, my friends. You sabotaged my ship, left me to die."
"With pride, Princess," Adar snarled. Nadira's lightsaber came down, removing Adar's other leg and she continued speaking as though she hadn't heard him.
"You took on my family name before we were royalty," she said. "When we discarded it to become the royal family, you took it upon yourself as your own. You went away to the university on that name. When you came back, you were trusted and allowed in the palace."
"I tire of history, Princess," Adar interrupted. Nadira removed his left arm.
"Let me tell you something, Adar," Nadira snapped. "You will not be remembered by my family name. I strip it from you. It is no longer yours and you will not live to dispute me. I take my family name from it and will use it myself. From now on, I am Princess Nadira DelCarr. My name will be remembered, Adar. Your false connection to it will not."
"Now you're getting interesting," Adar hissed. He had lost a great deal of blood and was no longer struggling. Nadira DelCarr removed his right arm.
"I'm finished," she said. "And so are you."
She plunged her lightsaber deep into his heart and he coughed.
"Goodbye, traitor," she whispered bitterly. His eyes lost focus and his breathing stopped. The traitor was dead. Nadira turned away, gasping for air. She'd dreamt of this moment for several years, but now that it had come, she felt terrible. She couldn't breathe.
Finally, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she said, "Burn him. I don't want him coming back to life."
03-08-2005, 12:32 AM
*Stryke watched as Nadira struck Adar down. He ran forward in an attempt stop her from killing Adar, but he was too late. He then turned his back towards Nadira, looking at Lalasko-whom he had seen place something under the table.
"Revenge does not feel so sweet now that it has been taken does it Nadira? Be careful not to walk down that path too far, for I took it many years ago and it only leads to pain. However, if you wish to finish taking your revenge, then perhaps it is time you learned the rest of the story."
*Stryke then turned to Nadira, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
"I have something for you, Nadira. Your mother had never told you of your family's heritage as Jedi. She had left the Order to marry your father since they frown upon marriage. Even I did not realize she was a Jedi at the time...I was young, it was one of my first missions. The truth is, I could not kill you because I made a promise to your mother. In her last moments she did not beg for her life, instead she forgave me for what I did saying I was "misguided" and she only begged that I give you this.
*With a shaking hand, Jerod Stryke pulled the second lightsaber from his belt and handed it to Nadira.
"This belonged to your mother. She did not fight, she did not even try to run. She just handed me her lightsaber and said she knew it was her time. I swore to her that one day I would make up for what I did by saving your life. I now realize I have failed and I can do nothing to repay the debt I owe. If you wish to kill me, I will not fight. I do not know how I could even repent for what I have done to you. Whatever hatred you feel toward me is just and I only hope you can accept my final apology before striking me down."
*Stryke dropped his own lightsaber to the ground and dropped to his knees, awaiting death as he looked up at Nadira trying to read her thoughts. He awaited whatever judgement was given to him. The entire cantina was silent and the storm outside was the only noise to be heard.
03-08-2005, 01:42 AM
Nalaen was immencely pleased by the turn of events. She didn't care for the politics, it wasn't her concern, but the man who had to die, did die. And that's all that mattered. As for if Nadira would strike down the dark one, well, her warrior's honour said that she shouldn't. He helped in a sticky spot, and there was nothing gained in his death. Whether he lived or died didn't affect things.
But now there was something personal at stake. She could sense something dangerous, something small, near Lalasko. Some sort of explosive, but that was all she could tell. It did not matter. Split seconds before it exploded she could either jump or protect herself. Now it was time for Lalasko to explain himself. With his blood.
"First," she said to Nadira as she walked calmly towards Lalasko, her blazing eyes a near inferno the only give away to her true emotions, "we decapitate him. Then we burn him. And to be safe, before he goes on the pyre, we should put a few blaster rounds into his heart." She grinned then at the thought of "necessary" overkill, but with her mood and her eyes, the usually mischievious grin became brutally feral. Stepping towards Lalasko, she hung her sabre on her belt; from her back, she pulled out a long, black, intracately carved bo. Twirling it, it made a sharp whooshing though the air, as she got into an attack stance. For this, she wanted blood. Copious amounts of it. Oh, and that datapad would be good too. Yeah, very important.
03-08-2005, 01:43 PM
At first, Nadira ignored Nalaen's words, focusing only on Stryke. Her lightsaber was still in her right hand and her mother's saber was now in her left. Both were ignited and Nadira stared at Stryke. Finally, she deactivated both sabers.
"My mother's death was avenged by the death of the traitor," she said. "No more need die. But there are stil two at least to worry about. Lalasko must be dealt with... Lachlan must also die. When the storm lets up, I will go to Oren and his ship. Anyone who wants to come will be welcome."
Then she acknowledged that Nalaen had spoken and turned.
"Anything to keep him dead," she said.
Lalasko was lost in thought, and payed no mind to Nalaen. He was looking at the bar.
A red light flashed.
That light would flash 4 more times. Then it would turn green, and this cantina would be no more. He turned and stared into Nalaen's eyes.
"Are you so sure killing me will improve your situation?" He removed the datapad and put it on the table between him and her.
"Read this. All of it. You'll find that your master's deception runs deep."
He sat at a stool that had been knocked over nearby, regarding the datapad. Out of the corner of his eye, the light flashed again.
03-08-2005, 02:11 PM
Nadira's quick eye caught the light and her eyes narrowed. She moved to the door and calmly said, "If my eyes do not decieve me, this cantina will be destroyed in a matter of seconds. We would be better off out in the storm."
With this, she slipped to the door and went out. Sand whipped into her face and she drew her cloak tightly around her, turning her back to the wind.
03-08-2005, 02:39 PM
*Stryke stood and walked towards Lalasko.
"Deactivate that device now. You have the chance to save all of these people. We have no reason to kill you, and now that we have the datapad I do not see why we could not all walk out of here together as friends rather than allies."
*He then watched Nadira slip out of the door. He hesitated for a moment then continued.
"Please deactivate it. I could easily run out now, but I fail to see what that could accomplish. No need to end your life and the lives of all these people."
*Stryke looked at Nalaen
"You have done well Sith Warrior, but I think it is time you left now that you have the datapad, lest you die here in this cantina. Killing this man will accomplish nothing. That explosive will destroy the entire building, so you should get out while you can."
*Now, glancing back at Lalasko, he spoke again.
"I hope you choose well my friend, for I must now leave. I do not fear death, but I cannot die here today...I have a promise to keep."
*Jerod then turned towards the door and ran out after Nadira. As he ran out the storm cleared. He looked around, but did not see Nadira. He turned his back to the street and looked back at the cantina...it did not explode. Perhaps Lalasko had shut off the bomb, or perhaps it was merely malfunctioning and would detonate any second. Jerod frowned, he was too close to the cantina and would probably still die if it exploded. He looked around again for Nadira and then waited...
Lalasko wanted to turn off the device. He liked the cantina, and he liked the people who had accumilated in it. They had nerve, and a good cause. But if he was to die, so would his killers.
He now regarded Nalaen with his remaining eye, an eye that was filled with fear. He could no longer conceal it. But it was not fear for his own life...
The light blinked again. Two more flashes, and the third would be fatal. He had a feeling he would be the only one in the cantina by then, but it didn't matter. The grenade had other purposes.
03-09-2005, 11:34 PM
She chuckled as she took the datapad from the table, slipping her bo back onto her back.
"Deception?!" she said sardonically, "From a Sith Lord?! Never! I mean, really?" Tucking it into her robes, she eyed the blinking light. It was soon. Very soon. "I do my work for my Master and I don't question why. You should know that."
Studying him, she shook her head slowly. "You can turn that off if you like. However, I don't feel you will. So seeing as you will die anyway . . ." Gathering the Force around her, she made to run towards the door, but noticed the fear not only in Lalasko's remaining eye, but the fear eminating off him. And it wasn't for himself.
"Turn that off," she hissed, "and explain yourself. Then you can turn it back on." She wanted to live. The Jedi had mentioned others that needed to die. And she was an assassin, and seemed to be involved in this mess much beyond her neck . . . so perhaps she should extend her services to them; her business was killing and business was good. After all, they did work together and everything had worked quite well. To her way of thinking. The people who needed to die did. Or were about to. And if he didn't turn that thing off in the next second, she was going to run. She kept the Force swirling around her, just in case she needed a very quick escape.
03-10-2005, 12:03 AM
*Stryke looked once more around the street. He did not see any of his companions. He chuckled to himself
"Alone again. Oh well, at least my mission is over."
*Stryke then examined the stolen Jedi Holocron. It brought a smile to his face. He had taken off of a Sith warrior with her lightsaber held right up to him and she had not noticed. Serves them right for stealing it in the first place. He had escaped his past, Adar was dead, and he had the holocron for his new master. Sure, he still would keep his promise to watch over Nadira-that was his duty afterall, someone as important as her could not fall into enemy hands, especially not the Sith. Sadly, the council also wanted Lachlan alive. That would not please the princess. Oh well, once she found out about her surviving family member, maybe that would cheer her up. She did pass the test afterall. As he walked along the street, Jerod felt a tremor in the Force. The Sith realized her valued possession was gone and was undoubtedly angry. Not that it mattered, he could handle her if necessary. He did hope she would survive the explosion he sensed coming. She had quite a lot of anger in her, but strangely, he did care for her. If nothing else, he hoped she too would learn the truth about herself and would be set free from the chains that held her one day.
"Such a lovely day now that the storm has passed...too bad it will end in blood..."
*Jerod chuckled as he walked away from the cantina-he did not like having to trick Nadira the way he did, nor Nalaen. He hated having to test them in such a dishonest way. And Quietstorm-hopefully he got out of the cantina alright and would be at the meeting point with the other holocron...
Lalasko sighed. He knelt, and pressed the manual detonate on the grenade. As soon as he let go, it would explode, but until then it would be neutral.
"Nalaen, some time ago I overheard two exchange pilots. They mentioned a cache in the desert. The fools even let slip the coordinates." Lalasko chuckled. "Drunks. Well, naturally I followed them, but then a storm came, and I overlooked the AD tower the had set up there. I was shot down, and I lost my eye."
Lalasko winced, remembering the pain.
"They could have killed me, but they liked my ambition. So, I was recruited as a "privateer" of sorts."
Lalasko leaned closer.
"The people here need to live in order to keep Exchange operations stable. If this charge kills them, the Exchange will have problems." Lalasko reverted to his original position. "And I don't want a bum rap."
He looked back at her.
"Go. I think you'll find that your interests lie outside this cantina."
Lalasko closed his eyes, waiting for the sound of Nalaen's footsteps. So he could end this place. Himself...
03-11-2005, 04:25 PM
She almost pitied him. A slight frown formed on her lips as she watched him, sitting there, clutching onto the bomb. Well, she didn't quite get her answers, but hell, he had no need in lying to her now, did he? And even if he was, he would die soon . . . probably.
So out she would go. She moved quickly, but not using the Force as she knew she didn't need to. He would hold off until she left. And if he didn't, she'd feel it soon enough in the Force and be able to speed up.
As she made it out the door, something other than scorching heat hit her face. Luckily she was used to hot climes, so it didn't bother her enough for this tendril of the Force to go unnoticed. Something was wrong with the dark one. A chill went down her spine even with this heat. Without any information, without anything but a feeling, she knew immediately.
She had been betrayed.
Her Master always told her that she had half the battle won. She didn't trust people; however, with her upbrining she easily made alliances even with her enemies to further her own cause. Unfortunately, as she was still a child, that left her open for deep gashes in her back from their proverbial knives.
On the other hand, her Master usually said to appease her, those who betrayed her, no matter why and no matter how close they had been, no matter what their motives, would always end up tortured and dead. At least, he said (and how many times had she heard THIS speech?) she was efficient. Unfortunately, fools never seemed to learn this very simple lesson:
Cross a Sith and die. We don't care about your motivations. We don't care why. We don't care how. All we know is that you did it. And that is death. A long and painful death.
03-12-2005, 12:07 AM
((Soo, are we gonna continue this with the cantina gone or what? Just wondering since I kinda changed things up a bit.))
*As Stryke walked down the street, he heard a loud noise, most likely signaling the end of the cantina-but perhaps not, he was too far away to be sure. He sensed a tremor in the Force as well, surely Nalaen had noticed something was missing and was looking for him. Jerod smiled as he mumbled to himself...
"Here we go again."
Lalasko was preparing himself mentally now. He hadn't told Nalaen everything, but he had told her enough to get her to leave. And that was already way too much. But it didn't matter. The datapad was in the hands of the Sith, where it was safe. They wouldn't care about the deal, mainly because they were part of it. Still, Lalasko had been blind not to realize what the Sith would do once they found out the third benifactor was out.
Lalasko raised his eyebrow.
Nalaen had showed up before he got the call. But how did her master know? Unless...unless it was her master who eliminated the benifactor. Lalasko sighed. Now it made sense. But it didn't matter. He needed to complete his mission...
He heard a noise. It was more of a rumble, coming from somewhere close by. It was quite loud, and Lalasko opened his eyes and turned, facing the cantina wall. The sound settled around the empty place. It sounded like a permacrete detonator.
Lalasko screamed. It was not of fear, but of rage. He had taken too long. His backup had completed his mission for him. He had forgotten the bounderies of his assignment. But he still held the detonator. He looked wildly around. Nothing mattered now. He had no cause. Nothing to fear for. The exchange didn't care, they just wanted the job done. All for the deception of a fool Sith lord.
Staggaring out the door of the cantina, he tore off his eyepatch.
"NALAEN! SITH DECEPTION!?"
He held the bomb high, and let go, cackling with all the glee of an infant. His insanity had caught up with him at last...
*The explosion ripped through the street. It had weak range, but it's destructive force made up for this. The cantina's front side was immediately obliterated, the building opposite recieveing heavy damage to it's front side. Firey bits of building smoldered in the street, feeding off the sand and the heat. Lalasko was quite dead.*
03-14-2005, 02:00 PM
Nadira was close enough to see the explosion and she sighed, wondering who managed to get out before it happened. As she stood still, staring at the ruined cantina, she sighed.
"Back to Oren, I guess," she muttered. "He'll be waiting."
She turned and walked slowly toward the outskirts of the city.
09-05-2005, 05:16 PM
(((Hey, what about a "Cantina II". Another place to get absolutely sotted off your @$$ on a different planet? These sorts of rps are fun n__n We need more of them)))
09-05-2005, 08:01 PM
((If you set one up, Kira will join Nalaen and Nadira will come along not too long after... :) ))
((Sounds nice; I'd join. As a different, less self destructive char, or course. ;) )
09-09-2005, 02:43 AM
(((Coolies! I didn't think anyone would go for it <__< I do so love random freeform rp . . . Er, someone gonna start one . . .?)))
09-09-2005, 09:03 AM
((Alright.... I'll start it... Something for Nalaen to know coming into this one is that Kira has gotten extremely used to having a Jedi half and actually allows Teri to talk sometimes... is that going to drive Nalaen crazy... having to speak to somebody she thought she killed? :p ))
09-09-2005, 06:15 PM
(((Oh geez. Nalaen's gonna go NUTS. :P You crazy girl! Kira's gonna end up with a sabre in her gut. Nalaen really REALLY hates Jedi . . .)))
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