Adenn Galaar

"Perhaps," Adenn replied, returning to the more comfortable Basic. He let his hand drift away from the knife and come to rest on the bar, a sign that he meant no harm if the man was who he claimed to be. "Though not a theory I plan on testing, especially in such esteemed company. Have a seat, Mr. Ordeena, and let me buy you a drink." Adenn motioned for the bartender to bring another of whatever the famed bounty hunter had been drinking before he continued. "Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Ordeena. I can only assume that you are the one who issued the call on the Bounty Hunter's Network and I feel safe in also making the assumption that it is for a job, which only leaves two questions: Who and how much? While I may not recognize your face, I am well aware of your impressive skills, which leads me to believe that this mark will be incredibly difficult to capture, or otherwise deal with. So Mr. Ordeena, would you care to enlighten me?" It was a risky play, the kind that the usually reserved Adenn would hardly ever employ. If Ordeena had chosen to issue his call for any other reason than a job then Adenn had made a complete and utter fool of himself in front of the most famed bounty hunter in history. The question in the forefront of his mind was: Why else would someone contact a bounty hunter?

Adenn took a pull from his drink and turned to face the Twi'lek who had spoken to him. It wasn't uncommon for one to be spoken to in Huttesse on Tatooine, and while Adenn knew enough of the language to get by he was no where near fluent. He hoped that it wouldn't be a problem. "Achuta," he said, returning the greeting. "Ah'chu apenkee an hi chuba da naga?" He felt naked without his beskar'gam, especially in a place such as this. The only weapons he had on him at the moment were a knife and a blaster and if this Twi'lek had it in for him he would hardly be prepared. Adenn's hand slipped casually toward his concealed blade. There was always the chance that it wouldn't be necessary but in the Mos Eisley Cantina it was usually wise to be ready for the worst.

((Saw your message in the BHN. I haven't played with this character in a while, but it might be fun to resurrect him if you've got something in mind.)) A simple call was all it took, and the call had been issued. Adenn stepped into the Mos Eisley Cantina, wary of any Black Sun thugs that might still be hanging around. He still harbored ill feelings toward the "organization" that had greedily stolen his cantina from him. He had been out of the galactic loop for quite some time and wasn't even sure if the criminal faction still controlled what Adenn considered his property. It mattered little now. His wife was no where to be found and he was running out of credits. He needed a job. Adenn looked around the bar, searching for his mark. Most of the patrons were gathered around tables in groups of two or three speaking in the hushed tones that those who frequented cantinas had learned to use. None of them paid him any attention. Perhaps his contact wasn't here yet. He moved forward and sat at the bar, ordering a simple Alderaanian ale and waiting for whoever it was that had summoned him.

Adenn Galaar's Character Sheet Identity [!ident] Real Name: Adenn Galaar A.K.A: Traycn Dar'manda Homeworld: Concord Dawn Species: Human- Mandalorian Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 25 Height: 6'3" Weight: 225 lbs Hair: Black- cut short Eyes: Sapphire Sex: Male Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: Loose-fitting cargo pants, gray tank-top, and a brown jacket Weapon: Mandalorian Armor including: ID scanner, flamethrower, rocketpack/jetpack, various blasters, clingwire, stuncuffs, various blades, etc”¦ Common Inventory: See Above Faction Information [!factn] Non-Force User Alignment: Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: N/A Current Faction Rank: N/A History: [!hstry] Force Side: N/A Trained by: N/A Trained who: N/A Known Skills: N/A Background: Born on Concord Dawn and raised Mandalorian. Married to Ca'tra Dar'manda. Ship Registration [!ship] Name: N/A Class: N/A Model: N/A Manufacturer: N/A Length: N/A Armaments: N/A Armor: N/A Anti-Personnel Defenses: N/A Appearance: N/A Modifications:N/A

<> Adenn's head shot backwards as he was punched by the agent who he had attempted to murder. Another jab to the chest caused him to let out a barely audible 'whoof'. The constant assault on his body combined with the waves of heat that were destroying his bar was enough to begin to weigh Adenn down and he wasn't moving as fast as he normally would have, but he had had enough of this loud-mouthed bitch. Dodging her next blow, he brought his right leg up and was rewarded as he felt the round house kick connect with the woman's jaw, sending her to the floor. Even if she wasn't dead, at least she wouldn't be speaking in comprehensible sentences for a while. The momentum from the kick had Adenn pivoting on his left foot, performing a full one-hundred and eighty degree spin. As he planted his right foot on the ground he was quickly alerted to the fact that there was going to be another attack on his life in the next few seconds. He dove towards the left, now his good side, and escaped only missing a chunk of flesh from his already useless right arm. Though the torn muscles on his limb caused him great pain, he once again came up ready for another attack. When it didn't come, he allowed himself a moment for rest to contemplate his next move. His bar was as good as destroyed and if the fight continued for much longer he would be in the same situation. It was time to end this once and for all. Throwing all caution to the wind, Adenn charged towards R3-N0. He connected with his assailant's body with enough force to send them both careening into the raging inferno.

<> As soon as the cocktail was lit, Adenn sprang into action. He took a split second to press the button that would send an EMP blast through the Cantina and the surrounding area before bringing his hands to the top of the bar and propelling himself over it. As he careened towards his attackers he noticed that the man who had done the talking had stabbed his force pike through the bar in an attempt to catch the trained warrior off-guard. Had Adenn not jumped when he did, he would have been run through with the deadly weapon. As he was coming down he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder and he knew that he had been hit by one of the energy beams that his attackers had gotten off before he had triggered the EMP. He hit the ground just as the blasters were interrupted by an invisible wave. The lights were also affected, sending the bar into darkness. The only illumination now came from burning alcohol behind the bar. He quickly jumped back to his feet in time to notice that his bar was now on fire and that his patrons were in a state of unrest. "Fight back," he yelled, and fight back they did. The Mos Eisley Cantina may have been known to cater to the scum of the galaxy but they didn't take well to authority. The many alien races present began to batter the Black Sun operatives with any weapon they could find, ranging from knives they had brought to chairs that just happened to be the closest thing to them. Adenn smiled in approval. He and his customers might die in this bar, but they were going to take as many of these I am Groots as they possibly could with them. With this in mind he moved forward, switching the knife he held from his right hand to his left knowing that it had a better range of motion. He came up behind a silhouette that looked like that of 3L-3N4 and stabbed at the persons neck with reckless abandon, intending to brutally murder the man who was wreaking so much havoc in his place of refuge.

Adenn offered the operatives a shrug. "Sorry fellas, that doesn't work for me. This bar doesn't belong to Daisaku or anyone else. It belongs to me and my wife. I will make no oath to Black Sun." Adenn tightened his grip on the knife concealed beneath the counter. "Now, I'm going to ask you once more to leave."

Adenn gave the man a humorous look after he finished his declaration. Some people sure were funny. "Well seeing as how my wife and I own this establishment, I do happen to have a problem with the way you claim to do things around here." Adenn drew himself up to his full six foot three inch height and moved his visible hand below the bar to grip one of the knives that were stashed there in case of an instance such as this. His other hand still rested on the button that would sent an EMP blast through the area. "Now, I'm going to ask you nicely to leave my cantina. I don't want things to have to get messy."

There was a slight chuckle from behind the bar at the declaration made by the Black Sun operatives. Adenn Galaar moved out from one of the darker parts of the bar and continued drying the glass that he had been previously occupied with. He finished and set the glass down with the rest of the clean dishes. He dryed his hands with the towel and tossed it in the general direction of the dishes. "And just how the hell do you expect to do that?" Adenn leaned on the bar, lightly resting his chin on his up-turned palm. His humor-filled eyes swept over the three men, watching for any sign that they were going to turn violent. He used one of the buttons under the bar to send a notification to Mirdala, alerting her to confrontation that was likely going to take place at the bar. The hand that wasn't occupied with supporting his chiseled features moved from the alert button to resting on the button that would send an EMP pulse through the bar and the surrounding areas, rendering many of their weapons useless for the small amount of time that it would take Adenn to dispatch them.

((Don't really know much about what we're supposed to know about Tatooine being destroyed and such, so this is going to be an...interesting post.)) Adenn slowly nodded in response. It was true that he had been gone for a long time, and had done many things that weren't exactly considered honorable, but they had put food on the makeshift table. When it came down to it, he had searched for a long time for his wife when he had heard that she was no longer on Tatooine but had found no trace. It wasn't that he hadn't tried, but perhaps that he hadn't tried hard enough. "When I heard of your leaving the planet I went searching around the galaxy for you. In the course of my search I had many...adventures. I saw many corners of the galaxy, but none of them lead to you. Eventually my path lead back here, back to you apparently. But then again, you weren't exactly the easiest person to find either. Care to explain that dear?"

Though her reaction wasn't quite what he had hoped, Adenn couldn't honestly tell himself that it wasn't expected. He dodged the mug letting it slam into the wall behind him with a loud bang, sending glass shards everywhere. He moved over to pick up the remains and dumped them into the waste basket before heading behind the bar. Since most of the patrons of the establishment were used to there being a commotion they paid little attention to the apparently now feuding couple. "Suprise?"

((Triumphant RP Return FTW!)) With a flash of light a rather ratty-looking public transport shook its way out of hyperspace. One of its occupants looked up from the bowl of mush that the kitchen staff attempted to pass off as food and listened to the overhead comm. In a staticy rumble the speakers repeated the announcement alerting the passengers that they ship would soon be landing on Tatooine. He slid out of his chair and left the cafeteria and the disgusting bowl of mush behind, heading towards the cabin that he had been assigned when he had first come on board. He packed the few things that he had used during the flight that he hadn't bothered to put away before grabbing his remaining bags and heading towards the ramp. A tremor ran through the battered cruiser as it touched down and the ramp lowered. He stepped out into the dry and uninviting air, silently thanking himself that he had chosen to ride as his alias and was not wearing his armor. As he walked through the streets many of the vendors attempted to get him to buy the various things that they were trying to sell, but he just gave them the cold shoulder. Then he saw it. The Mos Eisley Cantina. It had been his home for a long time before life had taken a hold of him and led him on an incredible journey through the stars. But as incredible as it had been it was time to return home. He walked through the rear entrance taking the hidden stairway up to the apartment hidden above the cantina. He deposited his bags and freshened up, prepping himself for what would come next. He hadn't seen his wife in an extremely long time, and wasn't sure how she would react to seeing him again. With as much courage as he could muster he opened the door and walked down the passage, heading into the bar where his wife was.

Deciding that his wife probably wasn't here, Adenn blasted off into hyperspace in search of his next job. ((If you want to hook back up, just shoot me a PM on my Silas account. I've got another jo lined up for a couple days...))

Adenn smiled beneath his helmet. This alien expected him to trust him after he tried to kill him? Fat chance. He checked his blaster, set it to the stun setting, pointed and fired. The beast fell to the ground. Moving quickly, Adenn unlocked the cage, and drug the beast to one of the escape pods, loaded him in, then fired it off. He watched it sailing away with the stunned monster still in it. Now he had to find his wife.

As Adenn finished broadcasting he turned to look at his cameras. He was suprised to see that the human had died and the torgarian was saying something. He turned up the mic and caught the end of the sentence. Something about talking. Adenn got up and walked into the back room. He had his blaster drawn, his armor on. The alien could never know who he truly was. "Alright. Talk."