SWRPF Archive Sittin in a Bar 2.0

It's good. People like the atmosphere...I think it has somthin' ta do wit' the fact that I don't like Jizzwailers...I keep it quiet here...there's enough sound to keep peoples minds and ears on their own conversations...but it also ain't too loud, now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and kick the droid in back ta' get him ta' work... damn droids...can't leave em' alone for a minute...they always go into their rest cycles the moment you ain't watchin 'em like a hawk.

 

Torce grinned.

"Yeah, I know, I've worked with droids before. Take your time."

 

Type: PC
Name: Nekara
Nickname: Niki
Gender:Female
Age: 25
Species: Twi'lek
Homeworld: Coruscant
Family Name: N/A
Native Language: Hutese
Foreign Language: Basic
Credits: 15 000

Appearance
---Height: 6'1
---Weight:150
---Eye Color: Blue
---Hair/Fur Color: N/A
---Skin Color: Blue
---Clothing:Black halter top dress
---Other: Small tatoo On right shoulder

Personality: Secretive, Shy.
Habits: Tends to lead guys on.
Likes:Flirting
Dislikes: Being Treated Differently
Talents: A talented Spy
Intelligence: Smart
Strength: Normal
Agility: Quick
Speed: 8 mph
Limitations: Has a deadly allergy To some types of metals
Racial Attributes: None

---Primary Weapons: Dagger, short Range Blaster.

---Secondary Weapons:
Personal Ship
---Name: Black Flame
---Class:
---Shields:
---Engines:
---Weapons:
---Starfighter complement: (if any)
---Cargo:
---Personnel:
---Passengers:
---Accessories: (bunks, kitchenette,
gameroom etc)

OOC Sorry I had to leave so many blank, I'll fill them in later if I need too.

 

IC: Pet'Nah

realizing that his contact has probably bugged out, Pet'Nah looked around the bar and started to sip on his sunfriut liquer. then a fimiliar name caught his attention...he walked up to the person and questioned him...

Diyd you say Deelko? He owes me money too. Iy just did a run for hiym and iy need to get to hiym. do you know where he iys?

OOC: just a note, Ho'Din talk in a singsong language, so they ad y's after every i in thier speach.

 

IC: Deneveon walked in and took a seat at the bar.

"Corellian whiskey for me," she muttered, sliding over a couple of credit chips.

 

Yes Soran you can be me a drink. As she said that she felt a dark presence come in, she looked up, she could feel the evil in him, She had remebered seeing him with the empeor, She looked at Soran, See that guy that just came in, HE is a Sith, He hates vader, I wonder what he is doing here, she excends her force sense a little and probes Protius, So much evil in that man.

 

Like always, the two greatest distractions were Drink and Women. Now a paticular woman seemed to be the center of that attention. A dark figure stalked around...the one that had ordered plain whiskey. This man seemed to walk above the rest...he was on a mission here, and Colun knew that it wasn't good.

 

IC: Deneveon shot a glance at the dark figure. Looked evil. She wondered if he was a sith...

 

As long as he's not an Imperial customs agent *laughs*
but a sith huh, interesting. What drink do you want?

 

I would like another corellian whiskey please.

 

Sith? Well hopefully he isn't looking for a turncoat Imperial. Fel turned around to the barkeep, "Imps come here often?"

 

Barkeep another wiskey for the lady.
You never told me why your here.

 

Mostly hiding out from Darth Vader and the emperor,I am also looking for work, But the reason why the empeor and Vader is after me is because I am a Rogue Jedi, Which means I Can use both sides of the force, I also need a place to hide out for a while. So i ducked in here.

 

pretty intense story, I would never like to get on Vaders bad side

 

Type: PC
Name: Jax Starcloud
Nickname: Jax
Gender:male
Age: 22
Species: Human
Homeworld: Mandalore
Family Name: Bright Clouds
Native Language: Basic
Foreign Language: Huttese
Credits: 20,000

Appearance
---Height: 5'6
---Weight:137
---Eye Color: brown
---Hair/Fur Color: brown
---Skin Color: Why? I dunno, I just got a tan. Cream with tan mixed
---Clothing:Mandalorian armor
---Other: Wears A black jumpsuits with Mandalorian gaunlets

Personality: Quiet, but sometimes funny
Habits: Makes jokes at the wrong time
Likes: to challenge others
Dislikes: being treated as a lesser
Talents: Finding people. Managing under stress
Intelligence: Quick wits
Strength: A tad above average
Agility: Very quick
Speed: 10mph
Limitations: Can't fight against females unless in a ship
Racial Attributes: Tradoshans and Wampas

---Primary Weapons: Two costomized Z-95 blaster pistols. Traditional Mandalorian blaster rifle
Mandalorian armor
---Secondary Weapons: H-11 sniper rifle

Ship
---Name: THE DAGGER
---Class: Firespray
---Shields: MandalMotors Standard
---Engines: MandalMotors Standard
---Weapons: Concealed concussion missiles under blaster cannons; concealed ion cannons. Blasters on wings. Sonic charges. Concealed Proton Torpedos. Tractor beam. Other Hiddens.
---Starfighter complement:
---Cargo: prison cage. Cargo for 300 additional pounds
---Personnel: Just me
---Passengers: None except for Hard Merchandise
---Accessories: Bunks, Fridge, State of the art cloaking devices, Different navcomputers, ID computer, etc.
,

 

Do Imperials come here?

Well, they don't if they don't have to, Colun guffawed at the inside joke. Seriously, Imperials seem to get a bad taste here. We have an arrangement, they stay on their side of the town, and I stay on mine. I'm not responsible for what happens when they do decide to come over here...very accident prone Imperials are.

 

Here is another tidbit, Lord Vader was my husband before he became evil.

 

"Well that's relief. Say do you have any contact with the local Rebel cell?" Soontir asked silently, his question might blow his cover.

 

Colun looked at the man... He's runnin from the Imps, and he's new at it. Unless I help him, he'll be dead by next week

Colun motioned the kid in closer.

"Son, I have a bit of free advice for ya. The Imps are dumb as gundarks, but they'll crack down on ya if they find out yer intentions. I don't have contact with yer friends, but I can help you find someone who does.

There is an Alderaanian over there, he's looking for a Rodian by the name of Deelko. I'm sure that if you help him, that he'll be able to help you find the rebellion.

 

"Thanks, I'll talk to him soon. In the meantime can you give me a bottle of that Merenzane Gold?"

 

Married to Vader, now thats bad luck.*laughs*
What are you on the run or something?

 

Name: Kenji Fett
Nickname: None
Gender: male
Age: 19
Species: human
Homeworld: unknown
Family Name: Fett
Native Language: basic
Foreign Language: rodian, huttesse, ewok
Credits: 9,000,000

Appearance
---Height: 5'10
---Weight: 185
---Eye Color: brown
---Hair/Fur Color: black
---Skin Color: tan
---Clothing: mandalorian armor
---Other: mandalorian symbol tattoed on right shoulder, scar across left cheek
Personality: witty, cheerful half of the time,and deep in thought the other half
Habits: I talk more than I have to
Likes: agreeable people
Dislikes: people who argue alot
Talents: can spot danger coming from a mile away
Intelligence: Smart
Strength: Strong
Agility: Gazelle
Speed: 7 mph
Weakness: distractions
Limitations: can't hear as well as the adverage person
Racial Attributes: none

---Primary Weapons: blasters
---Secondary Weapons: flame thrower

Personal Ship
---Name: The Slave III
---Class: B
---Shields: yes
---Engines: yes
---Weapons: sonic charges, rocket launcher
---Cargo: none
---Personnel: none
---Passengers: none
---Accessories: none

 

Protius drank his whiskey down in a single shot and then slammed the glass down on the bar.

"WHISKEY!!!! AND THIS TIME LEAVE THE BOTTLE!!!!!" He roared.

He hated this place already, why Palpatine in all his glory had sent his to this little hole in the wall to look for anything was beyond him.

It was a dive. There were probally at least 3 of the empires 20 most wanted in here right now, and while Protius could take them out anytime he wanted to, in his eyes, they were small potatoes.

Protius was after bigger and badder fish.

A woman in fact, a rouge Jedi.

Palpatine and Vader both wanted her Dead, and although Vader longed to go after her for some reason, he was busy with other matters, and the task fell to Protius, the Black Hand of Death, The empeor's pet assiasin. In some parts of the Galaxy, he was feared more than Vader himself.

But here on this mudball, he was unknown, and that was fine, for some times his infamamy closed more doors than it opened.

When he first had entered the bar, he had felt someone probing him with the force, a fellow force user. But it had been so fast that Protius could not pinpoint who it was.

He decided to bide his time. He would sit at the bar and wait. Surely whoever it was would foul up and use the force again. In the meantime he deiced to get drunk, and maybe just maybe he would kill someone.

He had not killed in over a week, and his bloodthirst was running wild, if he did'nt kill someone soon, he feared he may go mad.

"BARKEEP!!!" He roared, "WHERE IS MY WHISKEY?!!!!!"

 

Colun walked up to the rude man, after handing a bottle of Gold to the other patron.

Here's your whisky...that's 2 creds a drink, the bottle's 15 creds please. Colun glared into the eyes of the man in front of him.

 

IC: Pet'Nah

Pet'Nah sat back in his stool as he signaled the bartender.

Iy am lookiyng for a certaiyn person. He said to ask you for Sniyper's faller. do you know where that person iys?