View Full Version : A Second Cantina, Perhaps Some Ale, but No Sandstorm
09-09-2005, 09:10 AM
((Part Two of Cantina, Ale, and Sandstorm... just a warning... I don't want things getting incredibly "Oh, hi, I know you!" or "Hey there, what's your name?" right off the bat. The only characters that start that way are characters that know each other... AKA Nalaen and Kira (Blessed Sith and me). Even my second character, Nadira, who has seen Nalaen before will not immediately approach her... get the picture? Ok, here goes.))
Kira slipped into a dark and rather seedy cantina, ordered a drink and sat down in a dark corner, where she appeared to be having a conversation with herself.
"I don't like this place." A laugh.
"You wouldn't," Kira answered. "You're a Jedi. This place means trouble."
"And you do like it?" Teri asked quietly. Kira shrugged.
"I don't have a reason not to... yet."
((Attention: Kira and Teri are the same person... well, at least they're in the same body... ))
09-09-2005, 09:18 AM
Jon walked into the cantina and headed straight to the bar.
"Corellian ale." He called to the bartender, who proceeded to pour a drink and pass it to Jon. Jon looked around the cantina to make sure there was no one who would try to start a fight with an ex-jedi like he was. The only person he saw seemed to be a crazy women who was talking to herself. He took a bar stall and sat on it while he continued to drink.
09-09-2005, 11:40 AM
Jezrinth fell to his knees laughing, popping out of a private room. "Whoo!" the man got back up to his feet and removed himself from the arms of several dancers. "Alright, ladies, that's enough. I think, I've had enough for the day." About a fourth of the Cantina patrons looked up at him. In a daze, he moved towards the bartender and took a seat. His good Trandoshan friend, and part-time bodyguard took a seat next to him. Lussk whispered some words into the bartender's ears and was given a nod. The barkeep went over and began opening up some cabinets until he found the ale of his search and poured a pair of glasses for the two.
Kablo threw down his pazaak cards, his face flustered. His opponent, a greasy Twi'lek, laughed and reaped the shattered remains of Kablo's yearly income. Tucking the money away into the folds of his suit, the Twi'lek arose from the table.
"Better luck next time, friend"
he said in huttese. Then he strode away, eyeing one of the dancing girls nearby. Kablo watched him go, growling death threats under his breath as he slumped in his chair, alone and dead broke. He needed a holiday from this pit. Where would he go, though? The only other work (*ahem* appealing work) on the planet was bounty hunting or mercenary work. Kablo laughed to himself. "Yeah, right". He was no fighter. In fact, the only reason he had came to this damnable planet in the first place was a favor he owed to his brother, on Coruscant. He drained his glass and put his head on the table, attempting to sleep.
09-09-2005, 06:00 PM
Her master had some obsession she swore. Another cantina. Never mind that public places where fools got absolutely sotted off their stools were excellent places to gather information, but still, she wanted to kill. Not baby-sit some drunk sobbing into his dirty glass of Gods only knew what as she probed for sensitive information he knew he shouldn't be giving up . . . but she was being so nice . . . it really wouldn't hurt. Not that he was saying anything important. Bah. Why couldn't he send acolytes for this junk?
But no. Her eyes scanned the area from her spot in the corner. He had said that she would receive help on this one. Or aid of somesort. At least, thats what she hoped he said. He had been somewhat occupied when giving her her instructions. She supposed that with the "great" work she had performed on the last mission, he was only too happy to give her another. Mental note: fail this mission, she thought wryly, smirking as her eyes focused in on a table. A lone person sat there . . . She was talking to herself. Great. Out of all the Sith in the Galaxy her Master could have work with her, he had to give her the one with Multiple Personality Disorder.
Sidling over, gliding calmly through the cantina to the table, her aura more than enough to give her clear space to walk through and the peering eyes downcast, she grabbed a chair and sat down. At least it was another dark corner. Perhaps that's why she didn't spot her fellow Sith immediately.
"Kira." She studied the person across from her. "What a . . . surprise, seeing you here."
09-09-2005, 06:25 PM
Kira looked up, startled. "Nalaen!" she exclaimed. "This is a surprise. I hadn't expected to see you... he just said another Sith..." She laughed softly, but her laughter died away quickly. "I haven't seen you in a while... the Dark Lord has been sending us out separately recently. What have you been up to?"
09-09-2005, 06:42 PM
Nalaen shrugged with a genuine smile as she lifted her hand, her sleeve falling down her arm. Flicking her scarred hand at a waitress, she ordered a drink, then covered her hand back up.
"Well," she started slowly, "The Dark Lord's had a lot of things to take care of. He needs his best people taking care of things. Which is why everyone's been going off on his bidding." She paused in disturbed thought; at the same moment, her drink was quickly placed before her. She always got amazing service. Rubbing her hand slightly, she started frowning. "If we're constantly doing things for The Dark Lord . . . then how difficult and dangerous is this work? I mean, if he's sent us both to do it?" She flexed her hands a couple times in slight worry, wincing a bit. He said she -- they -- would know what to do when they got there. She still didn't know what he was looking for. Or what she and Kira were expected to do. Ah well. If they couldn't trust in The Dark Lord of the Sith, who could they trust? If he said that they would know what to do, then damn it, they would know.
Giving Kira a slight curving of her lips, she lifted her glass and downed the contents, thrashing her head about as she set the cup back down. Gasping, she managed, "Holy crap that's strong," even as she waved for another. Spending a few minutes in thought, then when her drink came, swirling it as she thought, she eventually spoke. "As for what I've been up to . . . well, I did a mission like this -- the last one he sent me out on." Her face darkened slightly. "When I got back and gave him what he wanted, there were . . . things I had to take care of." That meant an assassination. Without a word, he had just handed her a datapad with information on it and a name. And she had gone out and killed the mark. It was her job. Not that she felt bad about it, she quite enjoyed being such a trusted, loyal assassin. However, he hadn't gone down without a fight, surprising even her. And she had paid for it. Not that it was a bad injury or anything, just slightly . . . disfiguring. At least her hand still functioned. But that was the danger of extremities. They had a habit of being removed. This time she had been lucky. Scars and burned flesh.
Downing her second drink, she eyed Kira. "So what have you been up to?"
09-09-2005, 08:53 PM
"Investigating tombs of former Sith Lords on various planets," Kira answered with a smile. "Preventing weak Jedi from destroying the tombs and..." she chuckled slightly, "driving my Jedi half partially insane... you remember Teri Korr, don't you?"
A slight change in eye color. "Hello," Teri said cheerfully. The eye color changed again and Kira laughed.
"As you can see, she's much more cooperative this time than she was last time we met," she said. The change happened again.
"Ah, what can I say?" Teri said. "Kira certainly treats me kindly... even if she tries to drive me to insanity." Imagine a person trying to glare at herself and you'll have pictured the look on Kira/Teri's face.
"I think she's already a little insane," Kira said with a grin. "After all, she lives in the same body as a Sith... that's bound to drive any Jedi nuts!"
"And in fights, it helps to have the experiences of both of us," Teri added helpfully.
"After all," Kira agreed, "Teri remembers part of our past I fear I will never regain."
Another young woman entered the cantina. Her black hair reached down just past her chin and she had silvery-blue eyes. She seemed rather flustered, but she glanced around, took note of Kira and Nalaen, and moved swiftly over to the opposite corner.
((Blessed Sith, this is Nadira... Nalaen would remember her.))
Kablo was muttering to himself as he brooded at his table. A waiter approached him, but turned away with a dissapointed face when he saw Kablo's empty pockets. Kablo sneered, and drained the backwash from his glass. Grimacing, he turned to the bar to see if any new pazaak players had washed up. He wilted. None had.
Scanning the room, he noticed some new arrivals. There were two very attractive women conversing at a table nearby...not card players, though. No...no, certainly not. Kablo continued to search. He noted that his twi'lek friend was now considerably drunk. He made a mental note to extract his credits from the alien on a later date. Kablo's eyes flicked to the door, which had just opened and ushered another woman into the festering cantina. Kablo was mildly surprised. Few cantinas of this sort got many women. Not that he was complaining; women were nothing but trouble to him. And, as it happened, she looked nothing like the card playing sort. Go figure. Kablo sighed, and choked on his syliva. Wheezing, he settled back into his chair, intent on a short nap before exacting his revenge on his previous card opponent. With any luck, he could win back enough money for another drink. The Telosian wine was particularly delicious…
09-09-2005, 10:01 PM
A young man of about 20 entered the cantina. He had a strong aura in the force and went straight to the bar.
Man: Ruby Blies, please.
Bartender *smirking*: Get outta here kid, this is no place for you.
The man looked into the bartender's eyes
Bartender: All right, but I warned ya
The bartender served him his drink. The man took a long sip and put it back down, he looked around the cantina, his gaze lingered on Kira and Naleen's table, then Nadira's. After that he turned back to his drink.
09-10-2005, 12:01 AM
Jezrinth spun in his stool and scanned the immediate area. He stopped, staring at two ladies off in the corner. Hmm, two of 'em, but they look feisty, might get hurt. Spinning about once more he stopped in a sudden and hopped off, staring at a lonely-looking girl off in the corner. I wonder... "Hey Lussk?"
"I'm going to head off to that table over there," he pointed over at the girl. "You can... do whatever you want."
"Eh, I'm kinda bored, you still have my cards in your bag don't you?" The trandoshan caught a small box, filled with his pazaak cards, and searched the area for some willing players, while his human friend headed towards Nadira. After about five minutes, he found a Twi'lek, who was laughing and chattering about his prize scraps. Pushing away some other patrons, Lussk put open an immediate challenge, and put down two thousand credits. The stoned Twi'lek just laughed, but was cut short when he saw Lussk put down three more. With a grin, the two played. As Lussk drew his cards, he grinned inwardly, and with the drunken form of his opponent, he won quite quickly, and took a few extra thousand credits, by a simple matter of tricking the fool. He then rose and began seeking more players.
Meanwhile, Jezrinth sat down next to Nadira. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice. Ehm, is this seat taken?"
09-10-2005, 12:04 AM
The young man sat down at the same table where Lussk was playing and took out his own deck.
"So are you as good as you think you are?"
09-10-2005, 12:07 AM
Lussk chuckled, "Well, that depends on how good I think I am. Let me finish up this game, and meet me over at the eigth Pazaak table." Dropping another good 500 credits in his pocket, he dropped himself into the seat across from the man, and set up his sidedeck. "Shall we?"
Kablo had dozed off. He awoke, with a start, and looked around. The twi'lek was gone. He cursed under his breath. Just his luck...
He spied a man and a trandoshan playing beginning a game of pazaak nearby. Kablo fought the urge to shout with joy. Pazaak players! Maybe not as drunk as his first target...but then again, things could change. Kablo smiled, but it quickly faded when he realized he had no money to buy drinks for his opponent. So much for getting them drunk. Kablo sighed and wistfully watched the barkeep fondle a nearby wench. Maybe he could steal some credits from some drunkard. "Yeah, right."
09-10-2005, 12:31 AM
The man grinned and spoke while setting up his own decks.
"We shall. How far you willing to go?"
09-10-2005, 01:31 AM
The whole Jedi-switching thing was creeping her out a bit. She really did not like Jedi, and to see one occupying the body of a fellow Sith was bad enough, let alone a Sith she actually got along with. Though Nalaen would never go as far as saying she and Kira were friends, she was about as close to friendship Nalaen would ever get. It wasn't safe for Sith to have friends. Still, Kira was lighthearted about it, though she could feel anger tugging deep within her aura.
"As long as you aren't making the invasion comfortable," Nalaen replied with a smirk, considering a third drink. But she didn't want to get drunk, or even tipsy, when there was work to be done. Sighing, she lifted her head up and the Cantina door opened. A woman, a familiar woman, strode through the threshold into the darkness. Her narrowed eyes followed the figure; then she turned her head to look around as she kept her senses on the woman, wondering what she was doing there, and where she knew her from. There were so many people in the Galaxy she had dealt with, killed or threatened. Sometimes the faces ran together. Still . . . something nagged her in the back of her mind.
There were people looking their way. Males, she could smell them. They were scoping out the little gathering of two, probably shocked that a female, let alone two -- now three -- would dare enter. They seemed a dingy sort, probably drunkards, gamblers and the like. Easy prey, and not worth her time. Unless she needed to prod them for information. It was some strange working of the Universe. All the worst people in the worst places knew the best things.
Leaning over the table, Nalaen murmured lowly, "So, do you have any idea what we're doing here?" Then she nodded towards the other woman sitting in the opposite corner. "Or who she is?"
09-10-2005, 02:00 AM
"One thousand credits seem good enough?"
Stuff happens, Lussk finally loses at Pazaak. "Ah, oh well." He reached into his pocket and handed the thousand credits to his opponent.
"Yeah, well, I noticed that your hand was pretty bad. Anyways, good match?"
"But still, you certainly don't act like most other players, who would go insane if they lost a thousand credits."
"Yeah well, I've won plenty from my games today, and whether or not one would consider it, my master, and good friend, is a very rich man." He grinned and peered at the corner, seeing Jez attempt to put the "moves" on the girl. With a chuckle, he stood up, stretched, and poured himself another glass.
09-10-2005, 02:24 AM
Nadira's cool blue eyes lifted briefly to glance at the man that had sat down next to her and she shook her head, indicating without words that the seat was not taken.
Meanwhile, across the room Kira glanced in Nadira's direction and shrugged. "I'm afraid I can't answer either question." She took a closer look at Nadira and this time they made eye contact. It was held for several seconds before Kira broke it off.
"She must be royalty..." she muttered. "They're the only ones I know who've been able to stare me down."
09-10-2005, 11:55 AM
Jezrinth sighed. Not exactly the talkative type, and I'm not in the mood to start up much of a conversation. Eh, now? What's this? He watched some beautiful ladies walk about, and he stood up. "Well, pleasure to meet you. Mayhaps we'll meet each other again." All she did was nod, and Jezrinth went over to the group of what, maybe five or six? "Hello, ladies."
Kablo slid out his chair and crept up to the nearest drunk.
"Excuse me, sir. Care for a game of pazaak?"
The drunk groggily righted himself and began messily setting up his side deck. He was wearing a very large coat that appeared almost to move in. Kablo squinted. Must be my imagination, he though.
"Alright, your move!" Kablo said with vim. His luck was about to change...
The drunk passed out, his head flopping onto the table sending the cards askew. Kablo sighed. At least I can search him for anything valuable. He reached into the drunkard’s coat...
A gizka squirmed out of a pocket and hopped away, leaving Kablo nursing a bitten hand. Disgusted, he gathered his cards and slid off back to his table. Chancing a glance back at the other two players he had seen, he noted that their match appeared to be over. Good. Now I can gamble back what I... Kablo was shocked when he realized that he had nothing to bet. He cursed under his breath. Getting up, he crept off into the darkness of the cantina, searching for the bum's gizka. It was better than nothing...
09-10-2005, 12:35 PM
The young man sat back down at the bar and ordered another drink. He then pocketed the winning money.
09-10-2005, 01:05 PM
Nadira glanced at the man again when he stood and left the table and allowed herself a small grin. Silence has a desirable effect when you don't want to talk to somebody.
"You seemed to recognize her," Kira told Nalaen. "Am I mistaken?"
09-10-2005, 04:40 PM
Her face became a mask as her eyes scanned the room. She nodded slowly, a disgruntled look flashing over her features. If Kira could tell that she knew this person when she herself wasn't sure, then her senses had to be right: this definately was someone she knew. However, she didn't know from where. But seeing her in a cantina was . . . yet again familiar. Strange. Where had it been?
"I know her from somewhere, but where from? How do I know her?" A frown descended on her lips and her eyes continued to pierce through the other patrons, trying to think. There certainly were a lot of pazaak players; she had only ever played for recreation and practice. It was a good way for young students and acolytes to learn how to not betray their feelings or senses. By the time everyone got really good, it was like playing a card game with a group of permacrete walls. The Masters had been unsure about that method of study at the beginning, as it was played as a game in the youths' off-time. However, they had seen results from their stringent attempts to avoid giving away their hands and to block out all distraction. So they had allowed it to continue.
"Perhaps," Nalaen said slowly, trying to shove the unease the familiar yet strange female was giving her, "I should play a couple games of pazaak. Maybe I can figure out what's going on around here. Because I can taste it on the air. Something strange is happening."
09-10-2005, 04:42 PM
The young man finished his drink and sighed. Time to get to business. He stood up walked over to the two womens' table and took out his deck.
"Any of you interested in a game of pazaak?"
Kablo scurried through the tables. For a gizka, it could hop very fast indeed! At least it was relatively small. Finally, he snatched it off the floor. Holding it at arms length, he made a mental note never to include this incident in his memoirs. Shoving the squirming gizka into his coat, he made for the nearest table and quickly sat down. Looking around, he noted that the one of the pazaak players from before was now talking to the two woman sitting at the other table. Kablo sighed. Women, again. What luck.
The gizka bit him in the side, and he winced.
09-10-2005, 05:07 PM
Nalaen put on a sweet, endearing smile as she lowered the cowl of her cloak, exposing a relatively pretty face, covered in ritual tattoos and minor scarification. Her eyes shone almost invitingly as she slowly shrugged the black robe off; one shoulder, then the next, it slipping leisurely onto the back of her chair.
"I'd love a game," she said with a sigh, reaching into her robe and pulling out a worn deck that she had been collecting since she was a kid. This would be interested. Hell, even if he didn't have any information to spill over a nice game of pazaak, she could still get her mind off the woman in the corner . . . Her eyes went to Kira's and back to the man beside her so quickly that only one sensative to the Force would have ever been able to tell there was movement. She wanted to know what Kira thought. On the pretense of setting her cards casually on the table, she reached out with a tendril of the Force, searching him. But even before she probed him, she knew something with him was up. Why would one come to such a dingy cantina to play pazaak and win credits? No one here would have enough to make it worth his while to do professionally. Interesting.
So what was he here for? Or was she just over-intellectualising? Perhaps he was completely innocent and really was just here for a drink, fondle and game of cards. Nothing wrong with that. Still, she was a trained Sith; moreso, a trained Sith assassin and it didn't do one well to assume that people weren't a threat. Especially when she was on a mission.
09-10-2005, 05:19 PM
"All right." The man felt her probing her, but only blocked off essential areas and subtly lead her elsewhere.
He set up his deck slowly, as if though he was a newbie to the game, waiting to see how she would react.
09-10-2005, 05:23 PM
Lussk leaned onto a counter as Jezrinth hopped up next to him. "I'm guessing that means your 'moves' were successful?" the Trandoshan queried, pointing at a red mark on his friend's neck.
"Oh no, she was a bit boring, ya know? Not very talkative. Found a group of other ladies who were much more talkative," Jezrinth grinned, as Lussk chuckled. "So, how were your games?"
"Oh, they were fine, earned about ten thou total. Last game I played I lost. Good player, he was." Jez nodded.
"So, what're you doin' now?"
"I *was* watching some holo-coliseum games, until you interrupted me."
"Ah! Really now? Who did Bragga set up for this one?" Jezrinth said, peeking over at a screen.
"An old Jedi Master, one of those real short fellas. Up against a huge group of mercs and stuff, the Jedi is just destroying the mercs."
"Not that surprising."
09-11-2005, 07:45 PM
Kira smiled slightly and shifted slightly to get a better look at the game unfolding in front of her.
Meanwhile, across the cantina, Nadira finally began to glance around the room. Her eyes first settled on Kira, who returned the stare until she felt she couldn't. Nadira smiled slightly when the other woman dropped the stare. Then, she looked at the others in the cantina. Finally, her gaze fell on Nalaen and her smile faded.
"I've met you before," she whispered to herself. Flashes of things began to resurface in her memory.
The Cantina, the perfectly dreadful few hours spent there. The start was the worst. Nadira and the others there had been trapped in a dirty cantina on Tatooine because of a perfectly dreadful sandstorm. To add to an already bad day, Nadira had asked for water and had recieved Force knows what. It had been terribly bitter and she'd demanded the mistake be corrected.
"Adar," Nadira whispered. She'd once called him a brother, but he had betrayed her and her parents. Thanks to being trapped in that cantina, she'd confronted and killed him. A small gasp. That was it! This other woman had been in the cantina and had also wanted Adar dead! That left Nadira to wonder who Nalaen's companion was.
Kablo, now desperate, looked across to a dark corner. A woman sat alone at a table. She was staring over at another table, occupied by...pazaak? Were they playing a game? Kablo squinted. They were! Did this lone woman wish to engage in a game? Kablo grimaced. Fate was conspiring against him. But, alas, his aversion to women was less so than his aversion to being arrested for not paying docking fees. He got up from his table and approached the woman's table.
Kablo had little charm about him. He stared into the womans eyes. They were very pretty eyes... "I'm sorry to bother you, but I couldn't help but notice you seem interested in a game of pazaak."
09-11-2005, 11:02 PM
At first, Nadira did not answer. But when she did, her voice was almost inaudible.
"Am I interested in the game?" she asked quietly. "Or the players and the audience?"
Kablo raised his eyebrow. A crazy. Just what he needed.
He sat down.
"Those people over there. They were playing pazaak. Actually, there have been several games going on, from what I've seen. You seemed interested. I can only assume you too wish to play. I'm offering you a game. Are you interested?"
Of course, Kablo thought to himself, when she finds out that I have nothing of value to bet, any potential interest will fade. He sighed. He could always bet his ship...
09-12-2005, 12:01 AM
A hint of a smile fell on Nadira's lips. "I do not gamble." She looked back to the table that held the other two women and their gambling friend. "However, I do thank you for your kind offer."
09-12-2005, 03:49 AM
He fumbled with the cards in his hands. She gazed idly around his face and the area behind him. But peripherally, she followed his fingers. She noticed something slightly odd, but she couldn't quite nail it down. Though he acted like a rookie player, his fingers touched the cards with professional familiarity. Was he trying to play mind games with her? How delightful. She did love mind games. Smiling almost blushingly at him, she gained her composure and nervously set out her cards. Two could play at that game, though she suspected the rattling of her nerves would aid her deception. Not that it really mattered to her. Whether he was professonal or not, she could bet any amount of credits and lose them all; all that really mattered was trying to grill him. For something. She didn't know what yet.
She felt something strange. As she continued to search him with the Force, it was almost like gentle breezes were pressing on her will, making her want to redirect her search. She wouldn't allow her brow to furrow, lest she give herself away, so slowly, calmly, she withdrew the tendrils, not quite understanding. Could he have sensed her? Could he be Force sensitive: or even a practitioner? It didn't matter right now. Instead, she let the Force rest around him, sensing the aura he was giving off, as all creatures did. As she let those tendrils rest like lazy arms, she concealed herself in the Force, to block everyone else out. If there were Force users about, she didn't want a sign above her flashing "I'm a Sith!". This would do for now.
The game commensed. Nalaen looked blankly at the cards on the table; then she looked to the four in her hand. Her expression didn't change. If this spawned something and she made it out of here, she could inform the Masters that allowing pazaak really had been in the Siths best interest. Who knew? Sensing Kira staring at her, she turned her head slightly and smiled, the first betrayal of emotions. Calculated of course. What could her opponent get from her acknowledging the person she was with? Nothing. And it made her look normal and slightly nervous, needing to look to someone else for comfort. So it could do her some good.
It took a moment, but the sense finally creeped in. The woman was looking at her. And she felt familiarity, not just from herself, but on HER part. So, she was recognised, and it felt like the woman was wary. But not enraged or unsure. Well, that was interesting. Most people who had ever met her were lucky to hate her later. So who was this person who didn't loathe her but knew her? The woman didn't feel like a Sith . . . but still. There was something about her.
Damn it. Her wandering mind made her lose that hand. Not a muscle twitched on her face, not really caring about the credits on this game. There was still two more hands to go anyhow.
Kablo held back a sob. A mocking voice in his head sang out. Ha, no pazaak for you.
"I see. Why don't you gamble? Did you have a bad or experience," He tried to sound conversational, but his disappointment showed in his voice, "or are you just cautious?"
09-12-2005, 01:01 PM
Nadira stared at the man sitting across from her. Could he possibly be near tears simply because she refused to gamble with him? Her conclusion was that he was desperate.
"I do not gamble because there are far better ways to gain credits," she answered patiently. "Whenever you gamble, you'll eventually loose. In light of this fact, I conclude that it is better to simply avoid the sport altogether."
09-12-2005, 02:44 PM
The man looked up after winning the hand, and grinned.
"Well, I've NEVER won two hands in a row, let's see how my luck goes."
The man arranged his deck again, this time his hands worked only a little bit faster.
Kablo was lost for words. While he wanted to be annoyed, the woman's logic was flawless. At long last, he sighed, and shrugged.
"Do you have any better ideas, opposed to gambling?" Kablo said, resigned. "I'm open to suggestions if you know of lucrative alternatives to pazaak."
09-12-2005, 04:23 PM
"How much money do you need?" Nadira asked, staring directly into his eyes.
What? Kablo tried to avoid the eyes, looking down at his hands instead. This woman was not like one he had met before.
"I...just enough to pay the docking fees. I'm not staying on this planet for long." His voice trembled slightly, and he cleared his throat.
09-12-2005, 06:55 PM
"The two women over there," Nadira said, nodding toward Nalaen and Kira. "I know you noticed them. Approach the one who's playing pazaak with the man at the table and tell her what I'm about to tell her this: Adar's killer greets the Sith warrior who hunted him."
"If you tell her this," Nadira went on, "I will give you the money you need."
09-12-2005, 07:09 PM
The game was close this time, at least as close as the man could make it and still lose. He wondered exactly who the woman was and what she was doing here, and watched closely for any reaction.
Kablo listened with amazement. All he needed to do was go over and relay a message? It was unreal. There was more to this than he was getting. He sighed. Nothing but trouble.
"What an amazingly generous offer." He looked up at the woman and leaned closer in. "What's the catch?"
09-12-2005, 07:14 PM
Nadira grinned slightly. "A catch? Well, I hadn't thought of one... if you want one, I'll oblige." She glanced at Nalaen. "After hearing this, there's really no telling what she'll do. I do believe, however that you won't be killed. You'll live to collect the money."
Kablo laughed, dryly. What wonderful incentive.
"Fine," he said, meeting her stare. "I've been bored as hell anyway."
He got up slowly, stretching out his muscles. Then he sighed, and sauntered his way across the cantina up to the woman's table. Like his tablemate said, she appeared to be playing pazaak with a young man. It was a good match, and for a moment Kablo found himself caught up in it. He couldn't help himself, it was second nature too him. Then, reminding himself that he had more important things do, he fortified himself, and lightly tapped the woman on the shoulder.
"Excuse me. I'm terribly sorry to interrupt your game: I have a message for you."
09-12-2005, 07:39 PM
The young man looked up at the new arrival, curious to see what the message was.
09-12-2005, 08:45 PM
Jezrinth sighed and handed a hundred credits to a Rodian. "Well, I'm kinda tired. Wanna head out?"
After waving good-bye to their friends, the two left the Cantina, heading for the docks, and hopping onto their Corellian Freighter, the Vermillion Eagle.
((Well, I don't really want to do anything in the cantina anymore, so, I'm off :O))
09-12-2005, 10:44 PM
Nalaen had actually won that hand. Nice. She allowed a look of glee to flash in her eyes. To show no reaction would be too telling of her practice. They set out their cards once again; to her, these games of absolute random chance were intellectually interesting. All her life, she knew that the Force influenced everything. From the way the wind blew, to how rocks formed, the Force was thriving. A simple twist of her mind and she could change the workings of the Force, change how things ended up. Manipulate situations, minds, events. But these cards: they had no natural life. There was no Force connection. And though she could probably increase her odds with strenuous application of the Force, it still amazed her that in this galaxy where coincidences were actually the workings of the Force, these cards were truly random. A few won games in a row was really the only true coincidence that could exist. Because then the cards could turn, and there was nothing one could do about it. The Force had no power here. The only power was in the mind behind the cards. But that wasn't the point of this game. It didn't matter if she won, so there was no point in cheating.
There was a presence near her. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it, watching . . . not so much herself, but the game. Another pazaak player? What else would someone willingly come into this place for? That, booze or cheap women. Her eyes flitted around. Very cheap. Returning blank eyes, and an equally blank face to the game, she studied the cards laid out before her. Yuck. This would take a lot of luck for her to win. Even thinking the word luck made her wince; luckly she was able to keep it mentally. Luck wasn't a word Sith used. It wasn't a word any Force user should use. But here she was, at the whim of fate: a card too high or too low could sink her. And still it fascinated her. Looking at the two cards left in her hand, she recited the numbers in her head over and over as a focusing tool. What to do, what to do?
But there was nothing to be done. The one hovering tapped her shoulder. Her muscles stiffened slightly, her mind flying immediately to the hilt of her double-bladed red sabre at her hip. Caressing it with the Force, she felt better just knowing it was there. After all, if this was an attack, she certainly wouldn't be given polite forewarning. Looking up at him, her eyes flashed.
He looked kind of nervous. Unsure. She gave him a slight snarl, eyes narrowing. What did he want?
"Excuse me. I'm terribly sorry to interrupt your game: I have a message for you."
Her brows flew up. "Oh? A message for me?" Thoughts raced through her head. A messenger? About what? Someone she was supposed to kill who found out and outwitted her? A message from her Master demanding her immediate death -- no, that was a bit extreme. Her immediate presence, which may as well be her immediate death. To tell her something she should have known but didn't? A replacement for her on her mission?
Slowing her thoughts, she blocked the discomfort out. "Well . . . what is it?"
09-12-2005, 11:02 PM
The young man winced as he saw he lost.
"Damn. Final hand?"
09-13-2005, 12:31 PM
Kira frowned as the messenger approached. What message could Nalaen possibly need in a place like this? Her eyes fell suddenly, suspiciously on Nadira. Could it be that this strange woman had recognized Nalaen? Kira cautiously reached out with the Force, trying to read Nadira's mind...
Nadira sensed the intrusion immediately and blocked it, staring at Kira as she did so. Her face told Kira, Don't even think about it...
Kira winced as her probing was rejected, but said nothing. Teri's voice whispered in her mind. She's been trained by Jedi... Kira responded with a low growl, but still said nothing.
09-13-2005, 05:42 PM
The young man turned up to look at the woman who growled, then turned back to the messenger.
(((It's CaptainSkye. I probably shouldn't be using this universal account for my own personal needs, but It may be a day or too before my account get's re-activated, and I don't want to keep you guys waiting)))
Kablo was swept with a wave of...fear? Odd. He rarely felt such emotions; what was the point? It was almost like he was having the fear inflicted on his mind, against his will. He shuddered.
"Er..." Staring into the woman's cold eyes, Kablo couldn't find his strength. Who were these people? He took a breath, and spoke the words. "I was told to tell you...Adar's killer greets the Sith warrior who hunted him." Kablo exhaled the words, feeling freed from them. Then he took a step back to watch the woman's reaction. The gizka in his jacket began to squirm madly. What was it on about...?
09-13-2005, 11:06 PM
Despite his composure the young man's flicked up in surprise at the words 'Sith Warrior', he waited to see the woman's reaction.
09-13-2005, 11:39 PM
Kira's eyes narrowed as she waited for Nalaen to respond. Now she was sure the message had been sent by the strange woman who kept glancing this way. And what was all this about Adar? A small sigh escaped her lips. No doubt it was a mission Nalaen had been sent on that Kira had not heard of... nothing unusual there.
Across the room, Nadira's sharp eyes took in Kira's response to the question and she turned slightly to get a better view of Nalaen, waiting for her response.
09-13-2005, 11:44 PM
The young man heard the sigh and stared at Kira's eyes, attempting to see what lay behind them.
09-13-2005, 11:49 PM
Kira caught the man's gaze and stared back, showing him nothing but a blank slate that her face had become.
09-13-2005, 11:54 PM
As the young man waited for the woman's reaction to the message he kept staring at Kira
09-13-2005, 11:58 PM
You do realize that staring at him isn't really doing anything, right? Teri's voice interrupted Kira's thoughts.
I know, Kira answered mentally, her eyes wavering slightly. Now shut up. Her eyes locked onto the young man's eyes again.
09-14-2005, 12:03 AM
The young man resisted a grin, if there was one thing pazaak was good for it was helping you stare down anyone. Of course using the force helped.
09-14-2005, 04:17 PM
Nalaen's eyes went wide and shot right to Nadira. So that was where she knew her from. Oh, that had been an interesting time. The cantina . . . Gods, was history repeating?
"Did they take your holocron too?" she wondered dryly, arching a brow, not caring that pretty much everyone in the cantina could hear her speaking across the room. Glancing at Kira she smirked sheepishly and lifted her shoulders in a meek shrug. Returning her attention to Nadira, she studied her. What the hell was going on here?
09-14-2005, 04:20 PM
"A sith, huh?" Said the young man, being the only other person in the cantina to break the sudden silence.
09-14-2005, 04:33 PM
She looked up at the young guy with mock surprise etched on her face and spoke into the silence. "Well, what else would I be? Do I look like a Jedi?" Giving him a disgruntled glower, Nalaen then looked around the cantina. She really didn't care if people knew she was a Sith. What were they going to do? Attack her? That thought nearly made her laugh. If that was the case, there'd be a lot of dead people in this place. No, admitting her allegiance was the best thing she could do now. Denying it would be stupid; on top of that, it would take away from any control or power she could have over the people.
"Yes, I'm a Sith," she said calmly, almost quietly. Her attention returned to the princess -- was she even still a princess? "And you . . . what are you doing here? Us bumping into each other again cannot be a good sign." After all, last time she had been sent to kill someone (and hadn't), it had been because of Nadira. Now, on another mission to kill someone (or something of the sort) Nadira had popped up again. What the hell was going on?
09-14-2005, 04:33 PM
Kira nodded wordlessly in response to the man's question. She turned to Nalaen. "You know her?"
Nadira stood and crossed the room, handing Kablo the money she'd promised him, and took a seat across from Nalaen.
"A second cantina," she said. "Our paths cross again."
09-14-2005, 04:35 PM
The young man didn't like this, it was getting complicated, but he revealed nothing.
He gave a shrug. "Didn't seem like either actually."
09-14-2005, 04:44 PM
She grunted. Didn't seem like either? That was strange. Or perhaps he didn't want to say he had assumed anything. Seemed like a safer thing to say. Besides, she had been covering her Force aura, so it would be more difficult to sense what she was. Still, she was sure with the cloak and cowl and tattoos that she looked a little like a Sith. But it didn't matter.
Turning to face Nadira, whom had sat at the table, she nodded slowly.
"Yes, our paths do cross again. And it worries me why. Last time was because of Adar." So what was it this time? Coincidence? Nalaen was Sith: she didn't believe in coincidences. There was something to this. Perhaps Nadira was someone she had to talk to, to get information about her and Kira's duty. Was Nadira somehow tied into all this? However, this was pure speculation on Nalaen's part, trying to figure this bit of a mess out.
Glancing back at Kira, she shrugged once more. "The last mission my Master sent me on. I had to kill a man who betrayed the Sith. Fool. But he had also betrayed Nadira," here she nodded to the woman sitting with them, "and so she got to kill him. It was a rather big mess, I quite enjoyed it. Luckily my orders were that my mark had to die, not necessarily that I had to kill him." Her eyes darkened and anger flared around her. "But a holocron, one we needed, was stolen. And I paid the price for that." Her eyes shot to Nadira. "Did they take yours? Assuming you had one."
09-14-2005, 04:48 PM
Great, the man thought, now I'm stuck in the middle of a confrontation.
"We going to play that last hand or not?"
09-14-2005, 04:54 PM
"I didn't," Nadira answered. "But I think I may have a clue as to who has yours."
Kira leaned forward, showing her first real interest. "Who?"
"Adar's second in command has taken his place," Nadira answered. "There's a good chance that Lachlan has it." She paused for a moment. "But I have learned something else that disturbs me more than Lachlan."
09-14-2005, 04:59 PM
****, here comes the damn conspiracy thought the man. Ah well, he'd help them if he could. If they'd just let them finish this damn hand.
09-17-2005, 03:54 AM
Nalaen's ears perked, as did her brows as she stared at Nadira. Casually, without moving an eye, she laid down a card, making twenty on the table. Returning her full attention to the third woman, her lip twitched slightly.
"Okay, so what the hell is going on around here? Could someone explain? I was sent out -- again -- to do something that I had to figure out on the way, and find Kira doing pretty much the same thing. Then you show up and say that Kira has also lost a holocron. Bloody hell, what is happening? Can we just get to the easy part and start killing things?!"
Kablo, satisfied that the credits he had just received were more than enough to get him far away from this place, decided that Nalaen's final statement was his cue too leave. He side glanced at Nadria.
"Ah, well. Thanks..." he mumbled as he shuffled his way towards the door. This situation no longer concerned him, hopefully.
09-19-2005, 11:56 AM
Nadira nodded in response to Kablo's thanks before turning back to Nalaen. She smiled faintly. "Ah, you are so much like you were when I last saw you... only interested in who you must kill. A true assassin!"
"But this is not so easy as that," she went on. "Two days ago, I confronted Lachlan meaning to kill him. He laughed in my face and told me something that frightened me greatly."
"Get on with it," Kira hissed. "You've said that twice now."
"I am not from this time frame," Nadira answered slowly. "In fact, there are multiple dimensions. I am from the future of one of these."
Kira's eyes widened and she stared at the woman sitting next to her. "What?"
"Adar and Lachlan of this dimension took me from my own and recreated my story here," Nadira explained. "They did this to free up my own dimension for the Adar and Lachlan of that dimension to take over."
Dead silence. Nadira sighed.
"I know it's confusing," she admitted.
09-19-2005, 08:45 PM
After hearing the multiple dimensions thing, the man motioned to the bartender.
"Bartender, another drink here, please. A strong one."
Kablo tripped out the door, very much intent on getting to his ship and making haste to another starport. He didn't want to be involved in this mess anymore. Once he got outside the cantina he began briskly walking in the direction of the hangar.
09-19-2005, 11:19 PM
Multiple dimentions? Well . . . Nalaen supposed she could handle that one. But it was the other bit that had her kinda confused. And suspicious. They removed her from the proper time-stream to take over her power? Kingdom? Planet? Whatever, still . . . ambitious. Ingenious, really, if it didn't destroy the galaxy. Playing with the time-space continuum was really a thing left up to the Gods, and if need be, perhaps Force users. But for some stupid little petty mortals to tamper with things . . . It irked her.
Leaning closer in, she arched a brow. "Did he tell you this? Or do you know from your own recollection. It's a bit of a stretch, don't you think? Things like dimentions are not easily toyed with. Perhaps they're . . . playing with your head?" She paused in thought for a moment. "It still doesn't change the fact that they're mortal. I don't care how many times they split their presence over time. I'll kill them all."
09-20-2005, 04:02 PM
"Lachlan and I fought two months ago," Nadira answered. She lifted her head, revealing her neck. There was a long scar at the center of her neck. "After giving me this, he told me what was going on."
"If you don't believe me," she went on, "there is further proof that I am not from this time frame. The Sith Hunters."
"What?" Kira snapped.
"You've not heard of them, have you?" Nadira asked. Kira's eyes narrowed and she shook her head.
"That's because they don't exist yet," Nadira explained. "In about 2000 or so years, they will appear in history. They are in my past."
"You could have made that up," Kira said suspiciously. Nadira shrugged.
"Perhaps," she said. "But if you help me return to my rightful time frame and restore my kingdom to me, you will learn how truthful I am being."
The bartender came and gave the man his drink and Kira stopped him. "I'm thinking I want one of those too."
The bartender nodded and moved away. Nadira smirked and turned to Nalaen.
"I hope I haven't driven you into drinking too?" she said.
09-21-2005, 04:25 AM
Nalaen snorted at Nadira's words and lifted up the strong smelling drink that had appeared before her. This waitress was amazing. She hadn't even seen the woman put the drink down: she had felt her, but had ignored it, not sensing a threat. "I don't need anyone to drive me to drink," she replied, downing the dark amber liquid. "I can do that on my own." A quick grin and a warm feeling settled over her for a brief moment. She let the feeling fade before speaking on the matter. "As for the whole time thingie, I don't have a problem with it." She hiccuped and laughed. Maybe that drink had been one too many . . . well, only one way to find out. She lifted her glass up in silent demand for yet another drink.
"I think," Nalaen pontificated slowly, swirling the drink once it arrived, then downing it quickly like its cousins; her eyes swam for a moment. "I think that this doesn't matter. What needs to be done? Furthermore, why am I helping you? I know," she stressed, leaning over to use the table to help support herself, "that you're tied into this as usual. But I still wanna know the facts. What's going on? Why are you here? What needs to be done? And why in the Gods names are two Sith supposed to help?"
09-21-2005, 12:04 PM
"You're supposed to help because I can get you what was stolen from you," Nadira answered quietly. "In answer to your other questions, let me put it very simply; I don't know. I don't know why I'm here. I'm not even truly sure what needs to be done... now do you see why we can't simply kill somebody?"
"So what do we do?" Kira demanded downing the drink she'd been given.
"First thing's first," Nadira answered. "We have to find Lachlan." She grinned. "Then you'll have somebody to torture. We need information. He has it."
09-21-2005, 03:55 PM
"If he's in this galaxy I can find him."
09-21-2005, 08:00 PM
Kira stared at the man who had oh so casually offered to play pazaak with Nalaen, her jaw nearly hitting the table. In the end, it was actually Teri who asked the question. The girl's eyes darkened to a deeper blue and her hair changed color slightly... to a very dark brown.
"How can you do that?" she asked. As soon as the question was out of her mouth, Kira's black hair and pale blue eyes returned. Nadira stared at her, unable to hide her curiosity about what just happened, but she knew that one of them would have to wait. She turned to the man.
"If you can find him, by all means, please explain," Nadira agreed.
09-22-2005, 04:30 AM
Nalaen stared at the man for a moment, completely ignoring Kira's transformation. She had seen it enough to not find any specific horror in it any longer. After the moment was up, she leapt to her feet, hurling her glass at the table.
"I'm sick of this!" she shouted, not caring if the whole cantina could hear her, or were staring; which she could feel anyhow. "The Sith Lord sending me off to do work that I don't know about. These damned people always being here at the right time. What the hell is going on? Why is it no matter where I go, there's someone just waiting for me? Actually wanting me to get my job done? To help?" First she screeched, tearing at her hair then she turned on the man. She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him none-too-gently, eyes wild. "What the hell is going on here?!"
09-22-2005, 11:26 AM
Kira put a hand on Nalaen's shoulder in an attempt to calm her and said, "If the Jedi girl has taught me anything, it is that patience is important, no matter what side you're on. Relax, Nalaen. Think about this rationally. Let your anger fill you, but do not let it overflow. You'll need the overflow later. Do not waste it now."
09-22-2005, 11:15 PM
"Well if you've got a decent description of him and his ships I got contacts all over this galaxy, including the unknown regions. I can access flight logs, dock logs, ID databanks. I can get a warrant issued on him to flush him out."
09-23-2005, 11:41 AM
"Who are you?" Kira demanded. Nadira smiled at her blunt approach, but said nothing. She wanted the answer too.
09-24-2005, 11:33 AM
The young man shrugged.
"Someone who walked into the right cantina today. Do you want my help or not?"
09-26-2005, 08:04 PM
"Of course," Nadira said quickly before Kira could continue making demands that were sure to evolve into threats. "But let me ask you one question..." She leaned forward. "Did Adar and Lachlan do something to you that makes you so eager to help us find Lachlan?"
09-26-2005, 09:00 PM
"That's what I'm trying to find out."
09-27-2005, 12:19 PM
"Are you dealing with memory loss or something?" Kira snarled.
"And perhaps the name Lachlan is familiar to you... though you are not yet sure why?" suggested Nadira.
09-27-2005, 12:34 PM
The man seemed reluctant to discuss it any further.
"It's nothing. You want my help or not?"
09-27-2005, 12:40 PM
Kira was not content with the little information the man had given them... Nadira knew it and was intent on getting the man's help, though she too was curious to know why he wanted to help them.
"Of course," she said quickly, before Kira could say anything. "Thank you."
09-27-2005, 12:57 PM
"Good. Follow me to my ship, I'm gonna need you to give me a description or something that can help us."
The man headed out of the cantina.
09-27-2005, 03:49 PM
Nadira glanced at Nalaen and Kira before standing. "If he can help in any way, I want to trust him as much as I can."
With that, she turned and followed the man. Kira watched them move toward the door before turning to Nalaen.
"What do you think?" she asked quietly. "Should we help?"
09-27-2005, 05:19 PM
The man led her to the docks, where a ship like nothing she had ever seen before waited. He reached into his pocket, took out a remote and pressed a button. The ship's loading ramp opened and they walked in.
"I'm going to need you to describe the men, any ships they used, the holocron they have, everything."
09-28-2005, 12:14 AM
Nalaen growled low in her throat, a primeval sound as her shoulders hunched slightly, body instinctively ready for the attack.
"Who follows someone hiding information? Who in their right mind follows blindly? Risking one's life on the off-chance they're telling the truth is utter stupidity." The last thing she wanted was to follow. On top of that, he would be demanding information from them. He could be an assassin sent to wipe them out and then either protect or take out their marks. She didn't want help from someone lying to them.
Looking at Kira, she added, "And who says he knows anything about what we need? That he can really help? What if we're just wasting time? I don't trust him. I don't trust him." She shook her head trying to free herself of these feelings, the panic, the heaviness. But they just wouldn't go. She would be damned if she followed some pseudo-amnesiac into oblivion.
09-28-2005, 01:17 PM
"Do we have another choice?" Kira asked quietly. "We don't know anything about this 'Lachlan'. We have absolutely no information about him. A holocron has been stolen from you and you're concerned about an assassin?"
She smiled. "Come on, Nalaen! If anybody can outthink and outmove an assassin, it's you. Don't focus on your panic. What happened to the Nalaen I knew? The one who felt power from the panic of others rather than panicking herself?"
09-28-2005, 01:40 PM
The man led Nadira inside and into a comm station. He sat down and contacted his closest source. The man popped on screen.
"Hey, Frep, how you've been?"
"I need some help" said 'Frep'.
"Sure, what do you need?"
"I'm looking for a man, he's got a holocron."
"Anything more specific?"
"Hold on." He turned to Nadira.
09-28-2005, 02:13 PM
"His name is Lachlan," Nadira said. "He stole the holocron from a Sith woman. Aside from that, he's also been messing with space, time, and other dimensions of space. He's tall... something like six feet tall. Dark hair, blue eyes, square chin, average forehead. His nose isn't particularly big or small. Thanks to me, he's missing the index finger on his left hand."
She raised an eyebrow. "Detailed enough?"
09-28-2005, 02:39 PM
"Who's that?" asked the contact.
"No one you need to know." said 'Frep'
"All right, all right. There may be someone. Doesn't call himself Lachlan though. I'll need to check. "
'Frep' cut off the connection. He punched in antoher number and a young Republic officer appeared on-screen.
"Rom, what do you need? "asked the officer.
"Information on a guy named Lachlan. Missing an index finger, has a holocron, know him?
"I know of him. We haven't heard of him in a long long time. "
"Look for anywhere he might be for me, will ya?"
'Frep/Rom' cut the connection off again.
"Well, we've got smugglers and the republic looking for him. I can try crime syndicates, the hutts, but you tell me. Who is he more likely to try to contact?"
09-28-2005, 04:16 PM
"I'd suggest the Hutts," Nadira answered after a moment of silence. "He's been known to deal with them before."
09-28-2005, 04:30 PM
Nalaen stared blankly at Kira for a while. Then she sighed, shoulders slumping somewhat. "Yeah, I know, you're right." Lifting herself up somewhat, she studied Kira. "Still . . . He's done nothing to prove his worth, his loyalty." Shrugging and drawing her sabre into her hand with the Force, she gave in. "Alright, we'll follow him. But if he makes any wrong moves, I'm removing his extremities."
09-28-2005, 04:43 PM
"As I thought you would," Kira said grinning. She stood, flicked a coin at the bartender and walked out. In a few moments, she and Nalaen had caught up with Nadira and the man who had still not given his name. They were just in time to hear Nadira tell the man, "Frep and Rom... makes me wonder how many other names you use."
Kira glowered, but said nothing. Nadira noticed her approach and smiled.
"Our Sith friends decided to join us," she told the man.
09-28-2005, 06:16 PM
"Let me ask you this. If you're talking to someone who's basically turning people in to you, would you use your real name?"
He pressed the button again and the ramp lowered, allowing Naleen and Kira to enter the ship.
"How about we try the hutts now?"
He quickly punched in some more numbers and a large hutt appeared on screen. They exchanged some words, this time he was referred to as 'Lanbert'. The hutt didn't recognize neither the name nor the description, but said he'd try to find him.
10-05-2005, 08:40 PM
Kira moved up the ramp and soon joined Nadira and the multi-named man. Nadira sighed and said, "I'm not sure where else to look for him..."
10-05-2005, 08:46 PM
"Well I can try the crime syndicates next. "
The same process repeated itself, the crime syndicate had had dealings with Lachlan, but hadn't heard from him in a long time. To them he was known as Tud.
10-06-2005, 07:37 PM
"Any other suggestions?" Nadira asked desperately.
"We could see what the Sith know of him," Kira muttered. "And the Jedi," Teri added. "If Kira would simply allow me control the talking, a meeting with the Jedi might give us a little more information."
"Well so would a meeting with the Sith and me talking," Kira retorted. Nadira stared at her for a moment.
"That was sort of creepy," she whispered to the man with many names.
((Keep in mind that Kira and Teri arguing looks like a woman arguing with herself :p ))
10-06-2005, 07:39 PM
"Where we're going, there's more than a few things creepy." whispered the man back. He didn't look at all disturbed to see the apparent multiple personalities.
10-07-2005, 05:17 PM
Nalaen had been standing against a wall, lurking in shadow. She had been content to watch, idly fiddling with her lightsabre hilt. Even when Kira had been switching to that damnible Jedi and back, she hadn't paid it mind. It was starting to become . . . almost normal. She was growing accustomed to it, even if she didn't like it.
"The Sith won't get us anywhere," she finally growled, stepping into some light so the others could see her. Before continuing, she calmly hooked her sabre onto her belt. "If there was information to be had the Dark Lord would have told me already." She glanced at the others and followed up that pompous statement with a glower and an explanation before she could be argued or chided. "I'm his assassin. If he cannot trust me with information at the highest level, he'd better give me a new job." Crossing her arms, she shook her head. "I think," she winced, "Teri," she managed to spat, "might be our best option at information. There might be something in the Jedi databanks. Or the . . . Masters," she said, voice thick with sarcasm, "might know something. Because as far as the Sith go, I think we have all the info we can get from them."
Studying the others for a moment as she thought, she seemed to nod faintly to herself. "But, asking the Dark Lord for anything extra probably won't hurt. But I don't understand why he'd send us out to get information he already has. The Sith are in the dark to this I'm sure." Looking to Kira she smiled faintly, something she rarely did in public. "If both of us assailed the Dark Lord together, I'm sure we'll get more out of him than either of us alone. If only for the fact that we'd annoy him and he'd do anything to get us off his case."
10-13-2005, 08:56 PM
"And when the two of you are done, I will join Teri in speaking to the Jedi," Nadira answered. "As I am the one who wanted the information, the Jedi will probably open up more if I am there. Through these two sources, we will have all the information we need... I think."
Kira ignored the 'I think' at the end of Nadira's statement and turned to Nalaen. "Then we'd best be off."
"Meanwhile I'll see if this man has any other places he might look for information," Nadira said. She turned to the man. "With as many names, no doubt you have more... and more sources to use them with, yes?"
10-13-2005, 09:28 PM
"Of course. I've yet to check with the fake ID makers, ship-sellers, and a couple pirates I know."
10-13-2005, 09:40 PM
"Then I suggest we get searching," Nadira said.
"And we'll meet back at that cantina when Nalaen and I have finished with the Sith," Kira said. She turned to go.
10-14-2005, 06:49 AM
Nalaen nodded sharply at Kira's words, not caring that she was taking the lead for the moment. Right now, she needed to think, to prepare. Following Kira with blank eyes, her mind was a blur of information. If they were to face the Dark Lord together, it would probably be best if she went in first, holding a higher position than Kira. But Kira couldn't be walking too far behind her, or else she would seem subserviant, rather than a partner. And Nalaen wouldn't have that with her. They had been through too much together for her to make Kira seem less than she was. If Nalaen went in after Kira, the Dark Lord would probably demand an explanation as to why his assassin was following anyone's lead. Eesh, a mess this one was. They could always go in at completely different times, Kira first to speak with him, then she, Nalaen could skulk in at a later time to join Kira in the conversation.
And this was just on how to enter the bloody room! They also needed to greet him properly, explain why they weren't out doing as he commanded, try and pry information from him, and NOT make him angry. The last thing Nalaen wanted to be was a stain on her Master's floor. That would be an annoyance, and she so loathed being an annoyance. Though, she did seem to excel at it sometimes. A wry grin flashed across her face. Ah well.
Well, she certainly wasn't about to grovel to the Dark Lord. That never went over well with her. Her spine was just too intact for her to become completely craven. She generally just spoke facts with him and hoped for the best. The best being she wouldn't get her head lopped off for insubordination or somesuch.
"You know," Nalaen finally mumbled, quickening her step to match Kira's, walking flush with her, "I really hope we catch the Dark Lord on a good day. Perhaps we should send a droid up before meeting him to make sure he isn't in the refresher or something? Might be kinda bad catching him in a towel." She knew that as her stress-level went up, her humour became worse and her insolence seemed to increase ten-fold. "We should also check what's been going on for the past couple days. And perhaps send up some casks of ale, to get him completely sodden?" She stopped talking for awhile, knowing she was sounding like an idiot. Damn it, she just didn't want to get killed for displeasing him by coming back early with the mission incomplete, whining about not knowing what to do.
DAMN IT! They were screwed, weren't they? No, no! Nalaen couldn't allow herself to think like that. Her eyes went hard as they narrowed, her brain working furiously now. Etiquette had to be followed. Niceties had to be observed. And the Dark Lord had to be pacified. And she knew that would strain all her patience and skills to do so. Oh Gods . . . oh ancestors . . .
Shaking her head, she glanced over at Kira, to see how the other woman was faring.
10-14-2005, 11:41 AM
"Huh?" Kira said absentmindedly. "Oh... droid, yes... droid first... yes... oh, Force save us!"
Why in the galaxy had they thought of asking the Dark Lord for further information? Kira was beginning to regret it and in her regret, she ignored nearly everything Nalaen was saying and the attempted humor was missed.
10-14-2005, 02:41 PM
The man waited until they had left the ship, then sat back down and sighed. So much for winning enough credits to keep him going for the next few weeks, he'd been dragged into something dangerous again. He contacted the pirates, who knew Lachlan, but also hadn't seen him. Then he contacted the fake ID makers.
"Lachlan? Sounds familiar lemme check." Said the representative. A few minutes later he came back on. "Sure, we've done business with him. Here, I'll send you what we've done for him."
A few minutes later, the upload was complete.
"Frequent customer, huh?" Asked the man.
"Not as frequent as you, but he's close."
"Great. I'll catch you later."
Bingo, he got it. He donloaded the information to the datapad and looked at the time. It was early,the others wouldn't be done for a long time, so he went to his cabin. He looked around to make sure no one was near, and locked the door. He removed a fake panel from the wall, and punched in a code, then he knelt down on the floor and opened a hatch. Inside was a single lightsaber, and another container. The man picked up the saber.
Let's see if I remember how to handle this thing
He ignited it, revealing a silver blade that looked almost solid. It was a unique color, and he swung it around. He'd gotten rusty, but after a few minutes of practice he got the hang of it agian. He sighed, clipped it to his belt, hid it, grabbed the datapad and headed back to the cantina.
10-14-2005, 11:02 PM
Nadira was waiting for him when he came out of the ship. "Now we wait for the Sith to finish their work." She turned and walked with him back to the cantina. When they arrived, she leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear, "You're carrying a lightsaber now... or a clever imitation of one."
10-15-2005, 01:47 AM
"Okay, well . . . look," Nalaen finally said, grabbing Kira's shoulder and stopping her. "Let's just get to a ship and get to the Dark Lord. I'll go in and speak nice-nice with him, and judge his mood. I'll see if he's receptive to a larger plan -- and hell, who knows, he might have planned for this already. He is the Dark Lord. Anyway, I'll talk to him because he's less likely to kill me, as it'll take too long to train you to take my place. Because Gods know you're probably next in line." She resumed walking, clasping her hands before her, under her cloak. "Alright, so do we have a plan? Kinda?"
10-15-2005, 02:53 PM
The man shrugged. "An old relic."
10-15-2005, 07:29 PM
"Much less likely to kill you," Kira agreed. "Should I approach him at all? And if so, when?"
"Family heirloom?" Nadira suggested. "Or perhaps a gift?"
10-15-2005, 09:07 PM
The man shook his head. "Not many people interested in giving me either."
10-15-2005, 09:30 PM
"Forgive my curiosity," Nadira went on. "Is it then something that you bought or something you found?"
10-15-2005, 09:35 PM
"Well, part of it I found......and bought at too high a price."
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