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« on: December 17, 2018, 10:08:30 AM »

Samick's Luck Cantina, Nar Shaddaa

It's 8 years after the Treaty of Coruscant. Samick's Luck Cantina is located in neutral space on the Hutt planet of Nar Shaddaa. In this area of the city people from the Sith Empire and the Republic can come if they so choose, though tensions regularly remain high between the Empire and the Republic. Samick's Luck Cantina is a bit better presented and more upmarket than cantinas in the lower city. The main bar is a large room at the end of a long entrance hall, with a large circular central bar. Off to one side there is a large stage that usually hosts live bands and real dancing girls, rather than the cheaper holograms. Here there is a small dancing floor and half circular lounges where patrons can sit and watch the show, or be entertained by dancing girls at their own booth. The opposite end of the bar is a little quieter, with lounge booths and tables. There are brightly coloured neon lights that provide booth and accent lighting in an otherwise darker room, giving the place more of a Nar Shaddaa nightclub vibe.

From this main bar area there are smaller rooms where patrons can indulge in a bit of gambling, with pazaak a popular favourite along with multiple hologames and a few betting machines. The largest of these rooms leads directly from the main bar opposite the cantina entrance hall through a set of doors and short hall and has its own smaller bar and a small stage that has either holo or live dancing girls. Two smaller rooms lead off from it one to the left and one to the right, with double doors to each that are usually kept open to make the rooms feel more open and spacious. These three interconnected rooms are far less garish with more muted coloured lighting, providing enough lighting for gambling players at the various tables while also giving a bit more privacy at the darker booths around the edge of the rooms. Music is fed from the live band in the main bar but at a quieter volume. Leading from the back corner of the main bar is a hall way that leads off to the kitchen, the store rooms, staff room and the manager's office.

To a casual glance this usually very busy cantina seems more respectable than many and does often attract a slightly higher class of patrons, however this is Nar Shaddaa. On the Smuggler's Moon the underworld reigns. Some people come here to party and socialise, some come to gamble but others, they come here to talk business. The cantina is owned by Hutts, though it's left to an underling to run. This underling handles certain tasks and contract work on behalf of the Hutts, using the cantina as a meeting point. With all the noise and distractions it is a perfect place to do business unnoticed. If you know who to talk to you can usually find an information broker lurking around, or someone prepared to sell you illegal goods. A few low level handlers will offer easy low paying jobs for the Hutt Syndicate, and occasionally an operative from an opposing syndicate may get brave and try and offer work here under the noses of the Hutts, though the penalty for getting caught is harsh. For those not in the know, this appears to be just another cantina, serving a variety of drinks and bar food options.

Do you come here simply to have a good time, to find out information and rumours, or to find work?


This bar is owned by Hutts, and has Nikto guards at the door keeping the peace. While weapons are allowed in the bar, violence is discouraged, lest you wish to upset the Hutts.

Remember, keep your first post in particular descriptive. As there are no character sheets provided for your character you will need to give enough of a description so that others can picture them.

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:: Belyra Vekraa, Human Smuggler
Main bar, Samick's Luck Cantina ::

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« Reply #1 on: December 18, 2018, 10:46:07 PM »

::Hunter Travis, Human Imperial Cipher Agent
Main bar, Samick’s Luck Cantina::

Hunter walked into the Cantina squinting as his eyes adjusted to the change in illumination. A tallish and slender human he was dressed in a high quality three piece black suit with a blood red shirt. He nodded towards the armed Nikto guards his own weapons concealed on his body. If the force favored him, they would stay concealed.

A broad smile crossed Hunter’s face as he approached the Main bar, “Bourbon neat, Alderaanian if you have it.” He said as he sat on the nearest stool, the Cantina was filling up and the atmosphere was festive but it almost always was on the smuggler’s moon. He looked around the room it was festive and there seemed to be a few mildly interesting characters but nothing of value to the Empire.

As soon as his drink arrived he took a sip swirling the alcohol around his mouth, decent bordering on good but not the region he was looking for, but considering the surroundings probably the best he was going to get. He put enough credits for two bottles on the bar and smiled, “Leave the bottle if you would my friend.”

He examined the bartender’s reaction as he placed the bottle on the bar and took the credits, he seemed pleased but not impressed exactly the reaction Hunter was looking for. “I don’t mean to bother you,” Hunter began as he took another sip of his drink, “but you don’t expect to see any of those Sith or Jedi here tonight do you?”

The bartender shook his head with a slight grin, “Well you never know when one will show up here, it’s not like they announce their presence beforehand.”

Chuckling softly Hunter grinned, “Quite right, quite right. But they have been here before right?”

“Oh yes, many times,” the bartender began, “there have even been a few dust ups, but our guards have kept them in check,” he said as he nodded towards the guards. “Everyone fears the Hutts here, even the mighty force users.”

“I bet they do,” Hunter said with a smile, “but have you ever seen them in full glory, saber vs. saber, Jedi Master vs. Sith Lord?”

“Can’t say that I have, except of course on the holo’s,” the bartender said looking at the man in front of him. “Have you?”

Smirking as he finished his drink, Hunter nodded, “I saw a battle once, a Jedi Master and his Padawan were fighting a powerful Sith Lord, a Sith Lord that rumor had it had many times gone against the will of the Sith Dark Council,” Hunter paused for a moment as he poured another drink.

“That Sith with one blade held the two Jedi at bay, he was a master with a light saber his form was beauty, a work of art that everyone should have seen. Well he took down the Jedi Master and was moving towards the Padawan when the platform they were on exploded and bits of Jedi and Sith rained down upon all who were watching.”

Hunter took another drink and shook his head, “Sometime the mighty get so focused with their own struggles that the little folk sneak right up below them, . . .  well anyways thanks for your time.”

Hunter took his bottle and his glass and headed towards a booth in the corner.
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« Reply #2 on: December 19, 2018, 01:03:55 AM »

:: Sola Navin, Human Sith-inquisitor.
Main bar, Samick's Luck Cantina. ::


Sola Navin took the last few steps of the hallway, towards the main doorway to the cantina. Entering, she paused and looked at her surroundings..... "No Jedi, good" she thought. Sola was was a taller, and relatively slim female human, a "Sith Inquisitor" although she preferred not to apply labels, beyond being Sith. Only just shy of 25 standard years old, she was fresh out of training with her former master. She was wearing her normal outfit, an open black leather trench coat, a tight black sleeveless shirt with only very marginal armor padding, black leather gauntlets, black padded leggings, her black leather sword belt, and black leather knee high boots. Her naturally golden blond hair, which was dyed a bright shade of pink, pulled back in a somewhat messy bun, her round blue eyes were lined with what some would call perhaps a bit too much black eyeliner, and her thick lashes were full of black mascara, on her lips was a subtle shade of dark red lipstick.

A silver and black cylinder, slanted to a point at both ends, hung from her belt, obscured somewhat by the trench coat. Sola noticed the guards that were all around the room, every exit covered. She hoped they either didn't mind her weapon, or didn't notice. She would prefer NOT to have to kill the guards, the trouble with the Hutts, though the Empire could get her out of it, would be quite bothersome. She approached a booth, passing by a man she recognized as an Imperial agent, though he was not in uniform. She didn't even acknowledge him, he had nothing to do with why she was here, Sola was here to find a smuggler to hire.

She sat in her booth scanning the room for a candidate, a cool but but focused look on her face. A waiter droid approached her booth. "I am..."

"I'll have a Corellian Ale, please," she interrupted in a demure Kaas City accent, "and no pleasantries." She glared at the droid.

"Yes Ma'am," the droid said in a robotic, genderless voice as it rolled off to fetch her drink....
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« Reply #3 on: December 19, 2018, 11:09:28 AM »

:: Zaliz Zan, Miraluka Sith Marauder.
Main Bar, Samick's Luck Cantina ::


Zan entered the Cantina, slightly adjusting the black sash wrapped around where his eyes would be. At a quick glance, Zan appeared to look like a young man. Truth be told, he was quickly approaching Forty. Grey's appearing in his raven black hair, crows feet creeping up around his eyes.

Walking further in, he removed his black combat gloves and stuck them into his belt near where one of his two lightsabers would normally be. While it was a strange feeling to be without his sabers, he could rely on his Teras Kasi training, or his trusty Parang. Which he had hidden at the small of his back, secured by his belt. He wore a simple black long sleeve tunic, which was not his normal attire. He briefly scanned the room, noting a couple of fellow warriors and/or agents. His contact told him to make his presence known, so he decided to make it blatantly obvious he had arrived, turning towards the main bar.

He approached the bar, " looking "  over it's wares. He sensed what he was looking for, a bottle of Idlewil. He Force pulled the bottle to him, getting an immediate reaction out of those near him, the Bartender and the guards. The guards quickly armed their weapons and focused all their attention on him. Zan set double the amount of credits down on the table, the Bartender approaching.

" Not again. We've told you countless times, no Force powers. " The Bartender said as he swiped the credits off the table angrily.  

" No trouble today. I'm here for pleasure....and a little business. Just needed to let them know I'm here. Now they know. " Zan said as he opened the bottle and took a long drink. He then sat down at the bar.

" Well, no fighting. Especially if a Jedi comes in here.  Everyone has been on edge recently. " The Bartender said as he walked away.

" No fighting. Tell the Hutt's im here. Just in case they need my....expertise. " Zan said as he took another swig from the bottle.

He knew drinking would dull his ability to see clearly, but with how things had been for him recently, he needed it. Badly. He continued to nurse the bottle of Idlewil. Attempting to turn his awareness completely off. This would be one of the very few days he was not completely aware of everything around him. He could feel the inner rage wanting to let itself out, but he had to contain it. Now wasn't the time. Perhaps a game or two would settle his nerves.
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« Reply #4 on: December 19, 2018, 04:39:44 AM »

:: Zendrah Tuul, Human Sith Marauder.
Main bar, Samick's Luck Cantina. ::

Zendrah's slender form glided into the room, her boots barely making an audible sound. Her emerald eyes scanned the room, identifying potential dangers. Her attire consisted of a floor length black leather tabbard over fitted black light armor that covers her torso, pelvis and arms leaving only her legs uncovered. Her boots were thigh height, black and armored boots matching the rest of her armored outfit. Today she also wore a hooded cape and a rebreather style mask that modulated her voice giving the sound a sinister synthetic tone. As she moved forward the cape flared slightly and revealed two identical lightsabers, hangin from her belt one at each hip. The lower grip section of these weapons is a gunmetal gray color with black rubber grips, the upper half sports gunmetal gray color with a blaster shroud style emitter, over top this is a silver S-curve shroud. The mid point of the weapons houses the activation box.

As she moved her lengthy black hair slipped out from beneath the hood, prompting the woman to lower her hood to fix the issue. As the hood came down the bundle of black hair unfurled to its full length, just passed Zendrah's mid thigh. Zendrah let out a sigh and sat down in a nearby empty booth. As she removed her rebreather a droid waiter approached.

"Red wine," Zendrah said, her voice betraying her Alderannian heritage, "I do not care what kind."
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« Reply #5 on: December 19, 2018, 05:49:05 PM »

:: Rauk Kartoo, Kasa Horansi, Bounty Hunter/Pilot::
::Booth Side room, Samick’s Cantina, Nar Shaddaa::

Rauk glared past the dancing girl hollo on the table in front of him towards the entrance from the hallway to the main bar. He had positioned himself in the booth so that he sat in the shadows but had a good view of the comings and goings of the Cantinas patrons. He wore his dark hooded coat and a modified breathe mask sat on the table next to him.

“So your contact is late then” he growled at the Twi’Lek sitting opposite him in the booth. The Twi’Lek shifted uncomfortably his lekku twitching and his eyes looking anywhere but into the yellow eyes of the striped alien.

She will come” said the Duros who was sitting next to the Twi’Lek and who seemed somewhat less intimated.

“She best come soon” the Horansi replied reaching out his armour clad arm and hooking a razor sharp claw over the rim of the Duros glass.

She will come” the Duros repeated seeming unperturbed by Rauks threatening manner. “We understand you are a skilled hunter and that your time is valuable but I think you will find that the proposition we have for you is somewhat more lucrative for you than the work you have been undertaking of late.”

Rauk considered the Duros for a moment as he watched beings enter the bar, some Humans, what could well be a Miraluka, Ugnaughts, Bith.  The work he had been doing lately for the Hutts had been very lucrative particularly the last two bounties, it took some courage to make a statement like that especially in a Hutt run Cantina.

“Well I am here and I am listening” Rauk said “but if your contact is not here in the next 5 minutes I am going back to my ship.”

Across the table the Twi’Lek continued to squirm, evidently the thought of the consequences of being in the employ of both whoever paid the Duros, and the Hutts at the same time were causing him to have regrets about setting this meeting up.
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« Reply #6 on: December 19, 2018, 07:03:57 PM »

:: Terran Hastinns, Human Mercenary ::
:: Main bar, Samick’s Luck Cantina ::

Terran was a handsome man in a rugged sort of way. Or so he’d been told. It seemed black hair and blue eyes was a good combination. He flipped his thick, lengthening hair out of his eyes as he strode into the cantina. He wasn’t really looking for attention, but if some came his way, well . . . that was just fine.

Taking a quick look around, he noticed the Nikto guards at the various exits, and winced as he remember his last run in with the Hutts. It probably wasn’t a smart move for someone like him to be back in Hutt territory, but he knew if the Hutts had wanted him dead, he’d be dead already, so he wasn’t too worried. He’d left his weapons back at his motel room so he wouldn’t have to worry about the guards trying to kick him out for it. Seems as if it wouldn’t have mattered too much here.

Terran unbuttoned his blue jacket as he sat down on one of the benches at the bar. It had been a while since he had had a drink. Truth be told, he didn’t much care for alcohol, but he needed to look like he had a purpose for being here.

“Whadda you want?” The bartender asked.

Looking around, Terran noticed a darkly clad Miraluka sitting a few places down.

“I’ll have what he’s having” he said motioning towards the man.

As the bartender moved off to get the drink, Terran pulled out some credits. Should be enough. He thought as he set them down on the countertop. Glancing around the room, he noticed quite a few other darkly dressed characters. But what he was really looking for was an empty table. One where someone couldn’t sneak up behind him without him noticing, as well as where he could watch all the entrances to the main bar. He spied one off to the side opposite the dance floor.

The bartender brought him his drink then looked down at the credits and grabbed them, walking off to serve other customers. Terran took his drink, walked over towards his chosen table and sat down. Putting his feet up on the table and taking a sip of his drink, he looked out at the rest of the patrons trying to decide what his next move was. He needed a partner, or a crew to take him on or something. He was running a bit low on credits, and needed the work. Maybe he’d meet someone in here who would hire a man like him.
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« Reply #7 on: December 19, 2018, 09:03:18 PM »

::Talon Gim, Mandalorian Force Hunter::
::Main bar, Samick's Luck Cantina::

Coming in through the door from the street, the Mandalorian drew the attention of the guards closest to the door. He was still wearing his armor, thick beskar plates, including a gorget to protect his neck from blades, the entire outfit painted the color of dried blood. A pair of visibly broken lightsabers hung on the left side of his belt, framed by Padawan braids. A Verpine Shatter Rifle was slung across his back and a forward curving beskar'gam hung at his hip. The armor on his forearms was bulky with concealed tools. Pausing just inside the room, he turned his head from side to side, watching the guards from behind his visor.

Reaching up slowly, he pulled off his helmet, revealing a lean face. Talon was scarred, the white pockmarks of shrapnel around his eye and cheek standing out even against his too-pale skin. Seeing the helmet come off, the more nervous of the guards relaxed, understanding that was as good a signal of nonviolence as they were likely to get from a Mandalorian. Moving towards the bar, he spotted the various Imperial agents, some who his experience of working for the Empire, told him were probably carrying lightsabers. Neither of them looked familiar, but he nodded greetings to them anyway as he walked up to the bar.

"Get you something?" The bartender asked as Talon took a seat at the bar.
"Corellian ale, and a bantha steak, medium rare." Reaching into a pouch, Talon withdrew a credit chip and set it down on the counter. The bartender took it, leaving a bottle of the requested ale for him. Taking it, Talon flicked the cap off with his thumb and sipped the drink, grunting happily at the bite.

Turning around on his seat, he looked around the bar again, studying the other patrons with a new focus.

"Looking for someone?" The bartender asked from behind him.
"Not specifically, I'm between tasking." The other man took the hin and stopped talking, leaving Talon to his drink.
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« Reply #8 on: December 19, 2018, 09:59:03 PM »

:: Sola Navin, Human Sith-inquisitor.
Main bar, Samick's Luck Cantina. ::


Sola sat at her table sipping her drink, while using her telepathy to listen in on some of the other patrons thoughts.None of them were remotely interesting, such a boring crowd. This was the worst Corellian ale she'd had, it tasted like it had begun to go stale. "I'd rather have one of the Kaas style ales, too bad they're near impossible to find off Dromund Kaas..." She said quietly to herself, a small frown on her face. She missed home. Unlike most Sith, Dromund Kaas was her actual home world, in fact she often thought she was the only native in the whole of Kaas City.

Sola perked up when she saw a man in a blue jacket enter, mercenary, by the looks of it. A quick glance into his head confirmed this. And he was desperately seeking work. Perfect. He ordered his drink and sat at a nearby table. Sola approached somewhat cautiously. She stopped across from the man. "You look like just like the type of man I'm looking for." She said in a coy voice.
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« Reply #9 on: December 20, 2018, 11:09:05 AM »

:: Zaliz Zan, Miraluka Sith Marauder
Main bar/Small Room, Samick's Luck Cantina::


Zan was about a third of the way through the bottle of Idlewil when the bartender approached.

“ This just came in for you.  “ He said, holding a comlink.

Zan pulled some more credits, passing them towards the bartender. He handed Zan the comlink and pocketed the credits.

“ The Empire sure does pay well. “ The bartender smirked.

“ Remember that when Imperial Agents come here looking for information. “ Zan said as he stood, leaving the bottle of Idlewil and making his way towards the smaller room on the left.

As he passed through the double doors he scanned the room to make sure it was empty, motioning with a slight flick of the hand towards the doors and quietly closing them with the help of the Force. He knew the comlink would be safeguarded and require his DNA to be unlocked. He gripped it tightly, feeling a small prick in his palm. The comlink immediately came to life.

“ Go for Talon. “ Zan said into the comlink as he moved to a corner table in the room. Facing the double doors and having a seat.

“ Talon, this is Overwatch. We have an Operation for you that comes straight from the Keeper. You are tasked with putting together a group for the sole purpose of gathering Jedi movements and positions on Coruscant. You are to avoid engaging their forces at all costs. Over. “ The feminine voice said.

“ Overwatch, this mission could of been given to me through the normal channels. Why this annoyance? Over.  “ Zan said with a calm rage. He hated his time be wasting.

“ Your team will be off the grid. If you are captured the Sith Empire will denounce you as rogue agents. Nar Shadda should be the perfect place for you to put a team together. Over. “ The voice said.

“ Well then. Off the grid. I finally get to do things my way. Talon copies, over and out. “ Zan said as he crushed the comlink and then sent a small jolt of force lightning through the device. All but incinerating it.

He dusted off his hands and returned his combat gloves. “ No more time for pleasantries. “ He thought to himself as he stood and made his way towards the double doors, pushing them open and walking back out to the main bar. He slowly scanned the patrons. It was as good as any place to start.

He had felt the presence of fellow Sith, deciding to approach the Marauder first. He made his way to the woman clad in a black leather tabard which had light armor covering the torso.  He could smell the red wine she was sipping on. Knowing full well she sensed him walking directly towards her. He knew he couldn't tell her of the operation outright, so he needed to gauge how passionate she was about ending the Armistice, and what follows.

“ Greetings sister. A moment of your time? “ He said as he motioned to the chair across from her.
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« Reply #10 on: December 20, 2018, 02:49:52 PM »

:: Aletani, Human Sith Juggernaut
Main Bar, Samick’s Luck Cantina ::

Striding with a casual assurance about her, Aletani mirrored the Niktos’ head tilt of recognition as she passed the pair guarding the main entrance to the cantina. A regular in the establishment, her normal stool at the large, main bar stood empty. A Twi’lek with a slave collar and cook’s attire peeked from behind the kitchen’s access panel, their distant eyes lit as they caught sight of the Sith.

Raven black hair, closely cropped, crowned her pale, would-be beautiful features if not for the long jagged scar carved from her right temple down past the high collar of her form fitting, sleeveless, wraid leather vest. A viciously striking apex predator was tattooed along the length of her left arm which swung easily above a long hilted saber, while her right arm reflected the neon lighting of the cantina – a hybrid biomechanical prosthetic from fingertip up past the shoulder hem of her vest. Slung low across her hips was a pair of black, deeply side-slitted hakama, her saber hooked to the long ties wrapped about her lithe form. Armored boots peeked silently from the hem of her flowing pants as she strode across the cantina proper. Her molten orange eyes caught the Twi’lek’s and she gave a faint nod as she neared the bar top and took her usual seat. With a small bob of his head, the cook swiftly disappeared back into the kitchen.

Resting her forearms on the bar top, her usually stoic expression softened ever so slightly as the bartender walked over. His amiable mask of civility for most patrons took on a more sincere smile as he greeted her,

“Aletani, Welcome in. Your usual? Did Terrin start your steak already?” he gave a knowing wink as the diminutive, blue skinned Twi’lek strode quickly out proudly with a mouthwatering spread of steak and tubers. The Sith woman smiled faintly with just a tightening at the corners of her eyes as the cooking slave bowed respectfully and placed the meal in front of her. Drawing a small credit chit from a hidden pocket in the waist of her vest, she slid it over to the Twi’lek. The Bartender was already pouring a strong whiskey into a tumbler as she replied,

“Yes, the usual - thanks, Terrin,” her voice was low, but carried just enough inflection to express her gratitude to each man across the bar top from her. She raised the tumbler of whiskey, neat, for a sip, her gaze meeting theirs in the routine dismissal of their services. Both amiably went back to their respective business, understanding that while they’d known each other well many years ago, she was a Sith now, and that called for certain protocols in the public eye.

Aletani’s eyes roamed the cantina casually as she ate, her attention split between the here and now, and the past...

As a native born to the Hutt planet, she’d grown up as a runner slave for a now fallen, small time Hutt who’d ended up selling her to a Sith Inquisitor for training and experimentation at a young age. Her Force abilities coupled with her physical stamina had fueled the Sith Inquisitor’s curiosity to push her to the edge of her endurance – mentally and physically. By the time her master had devolved fully into an unhinged nuisance for the Sith council and he’d be summarily executed, she’d been formed into the brutally efficient Sith Juggernaut that she was today. Shifted around from Lord to Lord for their dirty work over the years, she’d eventually wound up here on Nar Shaddaa in a Sith enclave. The Inquisitor in charge of the operations of the enclave worked silently in the background with his various machinations while she would be sent on various Sith or Hutt missions as their whims directed. The irony of being back on her home world, working for Sith and Hutt alike, was not lost on her, but the power and respect she had now elevated her from slave to enforcer. She had a much greater deal of freedom and without ambitions to rise to the deadly and petty ranks of Sith Lord, she was comfortable with her place in the galaxy, if a bit bored…
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« Reply #11 on: December 20, 2018, 04:27:57 PM »

:: Zendrah Tuul, Human Sith Marauder.
Main bar, Samick's Luck Cantina. ::

As Zendrah watched the patrons of the cantina, she pulled an expensive looking pendant from a pouch on her belt. The pendant was the kind that only the richest of nobles and royalty could afford. It had a woven white and yellow gold necklace with a large triangular blue stone surrounded by diamonds as the centerpiece. Zendrah let herself smile fondly as the memories of whom had given her the jewelry came to mind. She briefly wondered what her younger brother would think of her now. Her expression turned cold as soon as she felt someone approach.

"Sister? I am not your sister." she replied to the man, "Have a seat. Am I correct to assume this has something to do with the comlink I saw the Bartender give you?"

Zendrah downed the remainder of her wine as the man seated himself.
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« Reply #12 on: December 20, 2018, 01:57:30 PM »

:: Argon Shol, Human Sith Juggernaut ::
:: Main Bar, Samick's Luck Cantina ::

  Argon Shol was not very tall by Human standards but was broadly built.  Even standing a head shorter than many other Sith his physical power could not be denied nor his skill with his saber.  Normally Shol would be wearing his armor but for this outing he chose his simple traveling robes. As he entered the Main room he lowered his hood and the Nikto Guards instantly glanced his way. It was a reaction Shol was used to, The Black and Gold lower face mask mixed with his cybernetic right eye and long red hair tended to garner stares.  He nodded at the guards and walked further in and scanned the room.  His mask wasn't necessary for him to breath like so many others that wore one, such as Darth Malgus.  It's function was to mimic the abilities of predators.  It scanned scents from the air and fed details to his Eye, it made him an efficient tracker.

  He made his way towards the back of the room to a booth that was occupied by a human male and a Twe'lik female, he didn't need his readout to see they were intoxicated.  The pair noticed him approach and froze.

   "Move." The words came out deep and smooth, altered by the mask.
 
The pair scrambled over each other to leave the table.  Shol took a seat and scanned the room visually this time.  As expected the bar teemed with smugglers, mercenaries and other forms of scum the Hutts attracted.  Shol longed for the day when they no longer needed to "play nice" with the Slugs.  He also made note of the few other Sith around the room including two sitting together.  His curiosity was slightly piqued at their motivations for being here.  What had their Masters sent them to do, or perhaps they were here of their own initiative like he was.  No matter.  It was time to focus on his reason for being here.
 
 His master cared not where he went anymore, all he cared about was building his personal Library of Sith Tomes.  It had become an obsession after the Treaty was signed. Shol understood the power of having such a library, but did not like neglecting his physical training. So, he found battles and found the love of the hunt. Not beasts, but combatants.  The thrill of chasing an opponent down then engaging them in a fight to the death was what he lived for now, until a new purpose presents itself.  He is here to seek a new quarry.
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« Reply #13 on: December 20, 2018, 09:32:48 PM »

:: Zaliz Zan, Miraluka Sith Marauder
Main Bar, Samick’s Luck Cantina ::


As he sat across from the fellow Sith, he could sense her disdain. He grinned, already liking her.

“ We are all children of Bogan, but if you prefer, I will call you by your given name. My name is Zan. “ Zan said as he crossed his arms.

 Zan agreed the pass of the com was clumsy, but Overwatch had probably done that on purpose to catch some of the other patrons attention. He also decided to get straight to the point. The Idlewil was obviously clouding better judgment.

" And yes, this has to do with the comlink. Tell me. Are you as tired of the Armistice with the Jedi as I am?  " He asked.

Zendrah raised an eyebrow.

"Exhausted would be more accurate. However I have never been one to let the Armistice hinder me from achieving my goals." Zendrah said.

"My name is Zendrah. So, just what is this all about?" Zendrah wasn't quite sure what to make of Zan. He certainly seemed likable enough, though many Sith did at first. She wondered how long it would be before one of the two of them tried to kill the other.

“ Doing what needs to be done. We both know the Powers that be probably have some grand scheme or plan in the works. That being said, it is taking too long. Eight long years. Before the Treaty, we nearly had the Jedi on the run. If not for the Armistice, things would be much different by now. Im leaving the Empire so that I can better serve the Empire. I am looking for warriors of a like mind to form a team. A Team with one purpose. The Fall of the Jedi. “ Zan said, knowing full well that where they were sitting was in range of many of the patrons in the room.

Zendrah gave a mischievous grin. She liked where things were going. Perhaps he's not so bad afterall, she thought

"And with them out of the way the Republic falls soon after, and another step closer to my ultimate goal. Count me in." Zendrah said relishing the thought of her plans coming to fruition. Zendrah motioned for the waiter droid to come over.

"Perhaps a drink to celebrate our new partnership?" she asked as she waited on the droid's arrival.

Zan's attention was drawn to some commotion at the back of the room. He made note of the Sith, turning his attention back to Zendrah as the droid arrived.

" Yes, a drink. " Zan said, reaching out with the Force for a moment to get a sense of those around him.
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« Reply #14 on: December 21, 2018, 04:27:38 AM »

::Talon Gim, Mandalorian Force Hunter::
::Main Bar, Samick's Luck Cantina::

Even after being given the steak he'd ordered, Talon didn't relax fully. His eyes panned over the bar's other occupants. The Mandalorian wasn't relaxed, even here on supposedly neutral ground. He tracked the various Sith agents the way you'd track a dangerous animal that you had been safe around before, but could never really predict.

The marauders caused him the most uncertainty, he didn't really like them, even though he'd worked with marauders in the past. The Miralukan looked familiar, but Talon couldn't place him exactly. Seeing the two Sith talking, he shifted slightly on his stool so that he could keep an eye on them as he was eating.

He glanced over at the mercenary in the blue coat, wondering what the man was doing here and if the merc knew the risks he was taking by coming into a bar full of Sith operatives. Sipping his ale, he grunted, it was the kid's choice, if he messed up and pissed someone off, it wasn't going to be on Talon's head.

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