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Post by ravenya on Jul 6, 2005 22:53:44 GMT -5
The point of this thread is to get us to explore our characters with each other.
The scene: Everyone who psots in this thread is present in a cantina, all after a long day of whatever it is our characters do best. So feel free to interact with each other.
If your afraid to start anything right away just send a message in here in () that you'd like to get in on it, and one of us will gladly help you in on it.
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Post by puhnkii on Jul 7, 2005 15:34:40 GMT -5
Im totally doing this when i get time....but for now.....off to work i go!
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Post by Deroga on Jul 19, 2005 15:22:27 GMT -5
Doktorr Zoidberg scuttles into the cantina. You hear the clicking of his sandles on the tiles flooring as he mutters ambigously comical phrases. He walks up to bar.
"Wub wub wub." He says, and looks over his shoulder to see who else is in the cantina.
(passes the rp torch)
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Post by challoa on Jul 19, 2005 15:35:40 GMT -5
Anavell is sitting at a table listening to some strange little bothan talk about the breeding of his pet gnorts when she notices a very handsome mon cal strut by. He seems to be talking to himself and even though she couldn't hear what he'd just said to the bartender...it must have been funny because the bartender gave him a chuckle and pointed at the door.
Anavell rose to straighten her size 20 jeans and without a word to the bothan took off to meet this fellow man. Just as she's about to tap on his wide shoulders, she hears a familiar voice behind her. She turns and sees.....
(someone elses turn!!!)
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Post by puhnkii on Jul 21, 2005 13:08:00 GMT -5
.....A rather pleasing-on-the-eyes Zabrak wearing a finely crafted gown. Odd that she's dangerously close to a gruff looking human male wearing a tattered jacket and torn jeans. The casual cantina patron would place a hundred credits that she was lost, but this one was on a mission, for lack of a better term...
"I'm looking for a good time," the Zabrak girl says to the human. Already aware of the man's identity, she playfully asked "What's your name, handsome?" as she bit her bottom lip in her best attempt to be flirty.
"Heh, my name's not important, sweets. But I think I can help you with your good time," the man said sluggishly, eyes glazed over, finishing off the last of what looked to be his fifth or sixth Jawa beer. "Say, whats a beautiful creature like you doing in a place like this anyway?"
"I'm royalty," the Zabrak scoffed, trying to sound as snooty as possible. "I can and do go anywhere I please. I get whatever I want....whenever I want.." she said moving closer to him and running her index finger down the opened zipper of his jacket, "....and whomever I want."
The inebriated man's eyes each got as big as a baby worrt, and quickly turned around to the bartender, an older, and uninterested looking Aqualish. His tired eyes and drooping posture indicated that he's seen better days, and quite possibly, better employment. The two exchanged words, then credits and a terminal key card.
"C'mon sweets, I got just the thing for you," he grinned, showing 3 missing teeth. The rest were so rotted they were barely recognizable as teeth. He lead her to a private booth and slid the card in the terminal slot, unlocking the door. "Looks like your lucky day! Heh heh."
"You don't know the half of it..." she muttered to herself.
The man had his jacket on the floor before she could seal the door to the private booth. It wasn't very big, room enough for only a sink, a lounge chair with a rip in one of the arms and an uncomfortable looking hover mattress that looked like putting two people on it was a risk.
"Heeeyy, sugar. Why don't you turn around here so's I can see that pretty face o'yours?" the man said, barely comprehensible.
The slender Zabrak had one strap of the gown down off her shoulder showing her back to the man, "Because, silly. I've got a surprise for you!" she giggled. "I hope you're ready." she smirked to herself as she reached in to a hidden pocket on the front of her gown.
"What is it?! Lemme see! Show me!" the man said...growing excited as he saw her reaching in and pulling out some small object that seemed to be vibrating. His wide grin suddenly turned in to a gape of horror the instance she turned around, a pair of vibroknuckles on her right hand.
"You...You're not a princess! Youre Puhnk..." his throat was so dry it could have been used for kindling, not that it mattered anyway. He didn't have time to finish his sentence before the mysterious power she had just recently noticed within herself stretched out and emboldened her, increasing the velocity and force in which she used to strike the man on the left temple. The thud, being drowned out by the sounds of the cantina, was unheard by the patrons. Only the young Twi'lek in the booth next door heard it, but thought nothing of it as she got dressed from just finishing a private session.
Puhnkii pulled her communicator from her belt as she put the strap of her gown way back on. "R4, get the ship ready. I got him, we're going to Jabba's." Good thing, too, she thought to herself. This mark was worth a few thousand credits, and she was broke after spending the weekend in Deeja's Peak. She really should lay off the gambling.
She heaved the man up, putting his left arm over her shoulder and carrying him out. She caught the eye of the bartender and faked a smile. "Looks like my friend here had a bit too much of the sauce," she said and stuck out her tongue.
As she was carrying out her bounty, she flashed a coy smile and a wink at the booth to her left, where sat...........
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Post by Asron on Jul 21, 2005 16:12:17 GMT -5
.... a short Rodian with his red-tipped frills slicked back. As he sipped on his drink, he caught Puhnkii's smile as she walked out of the cantina. "Puhnkii stikes again," he thought to himself. He gave her a subtle salute as she towed the body outside.
He finished the ale and requested another from the bartender. He felt multiple drinks were needed tonight, especially after the ordeal he'd just been through. He'd been rather unsuccessful in his own bounty missions, unlike the Zabrak girl he sometimes paired up with. When he fought solo, he fought hard, but wasn't very efficient. He had taken to keeping a speeder nearby in the event that he had to run, which was quite often. Curse those Jedi!
He slapped himself on the head. No cursing the Jedi, not yet. He was still choosing his own path regarding those legendary folk. It wasn't too long ago when he'd felt strange energies moving through his body. Someone had even approached him, asking if he felt anything out of the ordinary.
If this was the Force, he didn't know what to think.
Still, he felt out of place hunting Jedi, and not just because he wasn't any good at it. It felt like he was going against everything that was inside him. And yet it felt his calling at the same time.
A loud mouthed visitor approached the bartender, spouting drink orders. As Asron looked up to see who it is, he was quite surprised.
(anyone with a loud mouth, you're next lol)
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Post by Asron on Jul 23, 2005 17:23:57 GMT -5
Tokie Tarwa barged into the cantina, cursing and sputtering, all the while trying to get the attention of the bartender. What was this guy good for, anyway? He must've been deaf to not hear Tokie's rather obnoxious banter from across the room. It was too much for the common man to get a drink these days!
"What's with the ignorance, old man?" He shouted at the Aqualish bartender.
"Wha, hmm... uh?"
"A drink, PLEASE!"
The Aqualish served the drink, scowling at Tokie. Tokie shrugged it off. Wasn't his fault that the bartender was incompetent.
He scanned the cantina for good seating where he could watch the entertainers and drink in peace. He just needed to get away from it all. The Imperials had been everywhere lately, especially in Theed and Coronet, his only places of refuge in this time of war. The stress of just walking around and getting caught was too much to bear. The cantina was just the place for him to cool down.
If he could fight, perhaps it wouldn't be so much of a problem. But he wasn't a warrior. He simply provided the rations for the Rebellion, and that was that. He believed in their cause, enough to risk everything just to make sure they had food on the plate when they needed it. And he was handy with repairs. The thought that was always in the back of his mind was one he knew he shouldn't have. Was it worth it?
The Imperials hadn't hurt him individually, nor anyone he knew. But he had heard stories of their terror, a terror he didn't want to be a part of.
An Imperial soldier walked up to his booth, shattering his thoughts. "Did they check you at the door for weapons?"
"Why the need?"
The Imperial threw Tokie onto the table. "Our needs are our own. Will you comply?"
"I don't have many options anymore." Tokie submitted to the scan, knowing he'd be in no harm but always one to open his large mouth and ask for trouble.
The Imperial left, but there was someone else Tokie noticed in the room. Someone he had seen somewhere else. Someone who seemed to mean danger.
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Jerek
Jedi Padawan
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Post by Jerek on Jul 23, 2005 22:56:46 GMT -5
Jerek leaned against the wall in a dark corner of the cantina, watching in amusement as an Imperial soldier conducted a weapons search on a nearby man. He had no idea why Lord Hethrir had sent him on this meager assignment or what could be so important about a mere rebel sympathiser. What was Lord Hethrir not telling him? At any rate his orders were clear, find and exterminate the traitor as fast and as silently as possible. Jerek sighed, after only two years working for the Inquisition, he had already grown a reputation among the high judges for being one of the most ruthless Imperial agents under their command. "Sir" said a stormtrooper handing Jerek a datapad "The reports are confirmed, the target is in this cantina." "Are you sure this is the man we're looking for?" said Jerek as he stared at the datapad. "Yes sir, it appears he has been suppliyng the Rebels in this sector for some time now." "Very well" said Jerek returning the datapad to the soldier "Take him to the nearest station and..." he smiled "Dispose of him, take your time, but try not to make a mess, this matter is to be handled with discretion" The stormtrooper hesitated. "Sir? shouldn't he be submitted to investigation? The Inquisiton protocol clearly states--" "I am speaking for the Inquisition Council soldier" interrupted Jerek turning his head to glare at the soldier. " Rebel sympathisers will not be tolerated in this sector, or any others under my watch. Do I meake myself clear?" "Yes sir" replied the stormtrooper "I-I apologize". The stormtrooper beckoned another soldier to accompany him, and both of them walked straight past Tokie's table and came to an ithorian enjoying his drink with some friends near the back of the cantina. "Sir," said the first trooper "We need you to come with us, you co-operation in this matter will be apreciated." The ithorian rose to his feet surprised and was escorted to the exit of the cantina, asking all sorts of questions to his captors in his native language. As they left, Jerek's attention turned to a rather attractive dancer who had taken the center of the stage, he offered her a smile and walked to the nearest table. "Well," he thought "Can't hurt to stay and enjoy the entertainment for awhile." As he sat down, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face..... ((o.O you got lucky Tokie  )) |
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Post by Deroga on Jul 24, 2005 1:40:27 GMT -5
Deroga stood, leaning against a wall near the stage. His hood cloak the top half of his face, but could tell Jerek recognized him. He looked over slowly to Jerek and nodded.
A beeping sound emanated suddenly and Deroga reached into his brown torn up cloak.
Swiftly, he pulled out a small holo device and activated it. A small holo of a hooded figure flickered on in a hazy blue light.
“Yes, my master.” Deroga spoke without emotion, bowhead his head at the hologram.
“I have confirmed your success my young apprentice.” The figure said in a harsh tone. “You have indeed slain the hunter.”
“Of course, my master. I would not fail your teachings.” Deroga replied.
“Good … good. Now, you must journey to Dantooine. There you will be met by an old friend. Make sure she does not know of our presence.”
“Yes my lord.”
The hologram flickered off in a static filled exit. Deroga slid the holo device into his cloak pocket. A slender metallic hilt hung from his side, as it reflected the cantina lights.
He covered it back up with a torn section from his worn out clothing.
Deroga made his way to the exit, glancing at the bar. A pink Mon Cal lay flung over a bar stool, passed out from drinking. Deroga winced at the smell floating his way, and sped up his pace. He threw a credit chip behind him, as it landed at the feet of ……….
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Post by challoa on Aug 18, 2005 17:38:31 GMT -5
Challoa looked down at the chip that just landed at her feet with great sadness. Tears stung her blue eyes as she watched Deroga stroll out the back of the cantina. This was to be her future.
Challoa met him when moving into her new home. He was moving in next door. The moment she laid eyes on him she knew what her destiny was. They married privately and spent the following days sharing their dreams. If only she knew then how truly lonely a life he would lead to.
The force beckoned Deroga. She begun to see less and less of him...and it was agreed that for her safety noone ever know of their union. Today was a chance happening. When she'd seen him discreetly walk in her heart performed flip flops. It took every bit of control to not watch him, let alone touch him. She could feel the tension he wore from across the room...she knew he had business to tend to.
Challoa returned from her thoughts and gave the bartender a quick smile and turned to head to the ladies room. She had her hand on the handle and nearly fell over from the shake the building just received. She wondered what in the galaxy that could be...
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Post by brittaany on Aug 21, 2005 6:13:50 GMT -5
The shuttering Challoa felt was a YT 1300 flying overhead to land nearby. The pilot started the landing sequence and soon touched ground. Captain Brittaany Banks of the Twilight Princess walked down the loading platform and made her way to the quaint little cantina to rest from a busy day of smuggling spice and sliced weapons across the galaxy... she was carrying an unopened letter in her right hand.
She arrived at the bar and ordered a drink... corellian ale. She took her drink and sat down at a nearby table. She peered at the address on the envolope and realized where it was from, the royal court of her home planet. Thoughts of her mother and father the King and Queen rushed into her head. It almost made her sick to think of the corrupt nature they both share when it came to managing the planet. Opening the letter she took out a yellow piece of paper. The lettering was that from a printer or other such device, the ink was faint discretely letting you know the cartridge needed to be replaced....
Dear Princess Banks,
We regret to inform you that your mother and father were recently killed in an attack on their Corellian Corvette The Star Ravager. The attack took place a few weeks ago and was perpetrated by a now Master Pilot of the smugglers alliance. Investigations are forthcoming as to exactly which individuals are responsible and information should be delivered to the royal court soon. You will be contacted soon as to when the funeral services will be. We strongly request your presence as you are now the sole surviving family member and heir to the throne.
Mackilya Tornudya
Steward
Brits look turned from a mild happy to extreme depression in a matter of seconds after reading the letter. She knew that she was one of the smuggler's alliance pilots responsible for the death of her parents. She wondered how she could go back there now with the royal court at least having some inkling to the fact that she did this. How would the people of her planet respond?
She sat at the table thinking about how the recent events will change her life. Meanwhile...
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Post by Asron on Aug 21, 2005 9:41:14 GMT -5
Asron turns to Jerek, looking down upon the zabrak's plate of uneaten shrimp and fruits. "You gonna eat that?"
Meanwhile....
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Post by Eliowyn f.k.a. Doraemon on Aug 22, 2005 10:50:34 GMT -5
Asron turns to Jerek, looking down upon the zabrak's plate of uneaten shrimp and fruits. "You gonna eat that?" Meanwhile.... OOC: I just had to say...Hahaha Asron...BTW, good postings all! ;D |
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Post by corna on Oct 24, 2005 6:30:10 GMT -5
2 dwaroks waddle into the cantina one heading towards the bathroom the other towards the bar
"duchurgasur hurtih burna tiva gooka" said the dwarok
the bar man stumbled a bit and replied" eh..? u want fries with that?"
"tuyish ruful orpi bunininininininini!" the dwarok angerly said as his temper risen
the second dwarok came running out of the bathroom followed by flames erupting from the bathroom.
"eepi truyq burnia hut foin pwo!" he yelled speeding out of the cantina.
As the people atteneding the bar just stareconfused at the exit door where the dwarok ran out and back to the bathroom the first dwarok quite angry at this moment for not being given his tiva gooka took a large rock and hit hte barman over the head with it."urgy oprun cheheehehchchhehchchhc" the dwarok said quite pleased with him self . on his way the dwarok ran into...............
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Jerek
Jedi Padawan
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Post by Jerek on Oct 24, 2005 22:20:32 GMT -5
((lol just when i thought this thread was dead))
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<--- wishes she has a banana...
