Mos Eisley - Tatooine

[Jrosk]

Jrosk stopped in his odd emotional status to gaze around the bar that seemed to just receive a bit more activity than usual. The trandoshan had been sitting there in the mental of a mental struggle when it had finally become clear what he had to do once he had heard of a holonet report. It had to do with the jedi creating havoc and chaos. Perhaps that was the answer to every question that Jrosk had.

 

The man had dwelled upon the existence of the jedi. They proclaimed peace, yet it was clear that they were all deceivers. Peace wasn't an order, it was an ideal that was defended by the law. The law was the empire...and that would be the only option that could be accepted by Jrosk.

 

The sentient relaxed and put on a cold gaze that he wore when he wasn't in deep thought. His face was stone and even simple movements such as walking to a table seemed to possess an odd sense of fluidity and his arms swayed loosly by his sides in an ubnormally smooth motion. The man's eyes held a certain quality to them that gave the impression that this was a man that knew where he was going and that he shouldn't be messed with.

 

His dark clothing almost allowed him to blend in with the darkest shadows that were found in the cantina. Small spaces that lacked proper lighting were where you could see the trandoshan slowly making his way to a table to which one of the seven men were seated. On the holonet report, it told people to report to the cantina that Jrosk already stood in. Thus, he felt it was safe to assume that these seven men had a large part to do with the report.

 

The trandoshan found a table with a contracter sitting in a chair. Walking over to it, he stared at the man. His orange eyes sized up the Imperial as he took a seat, taking in every detail and forming judgements and estimations based on nothing but appearence. Of course, looks could be deceiving, but often they were not.

 

His claws folded themselves on the table and he took a rather deep breath. His chest rose upwards and then subsided back to its regular position after the breath was done and Jrosk was filled with a certain fraction of calm that would allow his mind the liberties that a cleared brain could offer.

 

"Would you happen to know anything about an opening for a warrior within the Empire?"

 

The question once again filled his mind:

 

Fighting serves no purpose but war and division. Peace could never be attained by the sword. Then why do I search for it this way?

 

Now Jrosk felt like he had an answer to that question. There would always be war. There would always be division. However, the source of such sprung from rebellion and failure to abide by the laws that were put in place to help protect the peoples for whom the government represents. When the jedi became self-proclaimed protectors of the republic and began to fight against the galactic empire, it was clear to Jrosk that the jedi of new were merely skilled in the ways of trickery, yet they did know one thing. Fighting had to occur to instill a small measure of peace into the galaxy. However, the Jedi were just on the wrong side and rebelled rather than protect those who rightly deserved power...the Empire. Now the sentient that had pondered the questions previously found himself ready to join such a government, ready to lend any skill necessary.

 

I am ready...

[Trith]

An old battered Corvette emerges from the depths of space in a flash. Shortly thereafter, A single TIE advanced accompanied by two dropships leave the larger cruiser and decend upon the mos eisley spaceport.

 

The dust on the landing patform swirled and floated to the ground as Trith shut down the craft and pulled herself from the cockpit of the TIE. She lept to the dusty ground, her polished black boots meeting the ground with a loud thump. Her elite escort formed behind her as left the docking bay and strode quickly through the streets. She didn't need the escort, their presence merely accentuated her own.

 

As she entered the cantina, a tough bouncer challenged her. Cold steel glinted in her palm and with a flick of her wrist, and disturbing precision, a knife appeared sticking from the man's throat and sucking noises commenced. Trith's stride never broke, her eyes never flicked back to the writhing corpse to the side of the door.

 

Trith surveyed the bar from a corner. She immediately picked out a few men who obviously were recruiters. She shook her head once and approached one of them. She didn't bother with introductions or other petty formalities. If this maggot didn't know her, He would soon be a dead maggot. His eyes met hers, He could read nothing in the icy depths. She spoke, Her voice even, smooth, and as cold as her gaze.

 

 

"Where are you stationed. My personal affairs are contained for now."

[Cobra]

Lord Kelvin Walked back in to the bar aparrently right behind the recuters

he walked to the nearest one and said

 

" I hear you got a job to kill jedi , how bout it Ha ha".

 

He laughed aloud knowing he had scared the man , though most weaklings were scared of him.

[Slicer]

((Yea so I am going to post it like this instead of go 1st recruiter second recruiter, and so on))

 

RECRUITER dealing with Jrosk

A firece looking trandoshan walked up to his table. Smiling he at first reached for his blaster before remembering why he was here. He was here to find trainees for the elite empire unit.

 

With out wasting time the Trandoshan asked a simple question. The man smiled this meant he would be able to return back to his post now all he would have to do is escort this man to it.

 

"Yes we have room for you, However do you think you could encounter a Jedi and survive, Do you think you could kidnap rebel leadership? If you do or if you want training on how to do such a thing. Follow me to Selvaris."

 

Sliding over a datapad that told him to coordinates to follow. He stood up and left. Moments later he had gunned his ship, counted to 50 then blasted off.

 

 

RECRUITER dealing with Trith

 

Wondered for a moment who was this person who had approched him. Before flashing back a little ways. How lucky for him to remember. He decided to fully turn to face her.

 

"Look lady, Either you are interested in joining our unit or your not. Now I will take a chance and say that you are. Given your history you might want to check us out. You can either meet me a Selvaris or follow me out. "

 

Handing her a data pad he smiled.

 

"If you decided to follow me out know I will orbit the planet for a grand total of two days in order to guide you to the base. Past that you should be able to contact me and you can take your chances."

 

Walking off he too gunned his ship, counted to 50 then left.

 

RECRUITER dealing with cobra

 

The man had come very close to pulling the trigger on his blaster. He Hated this world. Beyond a doubt. The only thing that had kept him from blasting the laughing man's head off was that he could be his ticket off this Hellhole.

 

"Kill Jedi? Oh yea sure we can train you to do that... among other more useful things. You will be useful. Here follow me out of here. "

 

Smiling he handed a datapad to Lord Kevin just in case he got lost. Led him pretty much to the base. Then he too went to his ship counted to 50 and left.

 

((Now you guys can all post getting to Selvaris in your own time.))

[Jrosk]

Jrosk stared at the datapad before him. He was being invited to go hunt jedi and serve the law. He would be a protector through force, just as was the galaxy's way with every warrior for peace. The man before him looked relieved just to get away, but he had still questioned the abilities of the trandoshan when he asked him such questions. It slightly angered him, but then he remembered that he might have to work with the same recruiter in his new job.

 

It was strange that the man didn't want a bio, physical, or anything to that extent. Maybe they would do that once Jrosk arrived at Selvaris and his training he could get underway.

 

Now I will be able to make an impact on the galaxy, no matter how slight.

 

As he walked toward the outside of the Cantina, he noted two others that had sat down in seats with two similar contractors. Perhaps they would be the ones to join him and the others to fight against the injustice of the galaxy. It didn't matter though, Jrosk would outshine both of them. His eyes were cold and metallic as he looked upon a gamorrean dragging away a dead bouncer. A knife was lodged in his throat and blood covered the flesh. Someone sure had their way with him...

 

He made his way through the small throng of onlookers. Many of them stared at a woman who was talking to one of the recruiters. Perhaps she was the one who had done such a thing. Her face was emotionless and she seemed to be completly void of such things as mercy or morals. Just her appearence made that much certain.

 

And it will be a good thing to have someone such as her on our side...

 

As he entered his ship, he headed toward the planet of Selvaris. The datapad were the only ways that he knew his directions and he followed them as the ship entered the vast blackness of space to seek out one of the tiny dots visible in the sky. The little dot of a planet. The planet where he could be trained by the Empire.

 

The Empire to bring about my salvation

[Cobra]

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Edited December 29, 2005 by Guest

[Trith]

Trith took the datapad and turned sharply on her heel and strode toward the door. Her cloak flowed with her brisk strides, unveiling her gleaming armor and weapons. Her escorts immediately fell back into position as she exited the building.

 

As she initiated her TIE's systems, she commed up to her ship -via an encrypted channel- the coordinates for Selvaris and programmed an untraceable set of hyperspace jumps. As her TIE docked, The Corvette vanished into the depths of space, leaving Tattoine suspended in space by its twin sun's gravity.

[Namiad Ydnah]

Namiad walked in the Cantina and ordered a drink. He sat in one of the booths searching for someone who would look willing enough to do a job. Namiad sipped some of his drink as he looked at the comm on his wrist, then back at the customers.

[Jrosk]

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Edited January 3, 2006 by Guest

[Orik Bendan]

Transmission to Namiad from Orik Bendan:

 

"Hello Namiad. This is the sith that you met before on this very planet. I've heard that you're interested in a living krayt dragon from a report on the holonet. It will not be necessary to pay seven seperate individuals to capture it for you. I will be able to do this all by myself."

 

Now the sith lord waited for a transmission on that same line.

[Namiad Ydnah]

*A comm was returned to Orik*

 

"Yes that would be good. The reward his 25,000 just so you know. I would like to keep this beast alive though. 25,000 dead and 35,000 alive. Thank you."

 

*End comm*

[Lora]

The Shooting Star came out of hyperspace above the sand covered planet, it's pilot gazing down at it as she plotted the course for the Mos Eisley Cantina. She landed, setting up her security on her ship, keeping C4 ready to lift off if need be. She dressed in her bounty hunter garb before leaving her ship and heading into the cantina.

 

Once inside she took a seat, ordering a strong drink. The Firrerreon girl downed it and looked around. She was bored. She wanted something interesting to do. She's seen the ad on the holonet and come here looking for something different for a change...

[Slicer]

RECRUITER dealing with Lora

 

Blew out a breath. He had reached a full minute when he spotted her. A full minute of holding his breath out of bordeom. However she herself looked bored. And Misery did indeed love company.

 

Walking up to her he decided first he would try to recruiter her simply because. And then when it failed he would try a few pick up lines and see where that took him.

 

"Hey lady. You like a little bored. Wanna spice up your life? Join the Empire."

 

Sliding a datapad over he then switched voice.

 

"And if you want to spice up your night. My number is on there. Give me a call."

 

Walking out the bar he activated the camera on the data pad he had installed himself. Might as well know before hand when she would call.

 

((You don't need to call the recruiter back BTW))

[Lora]

Lora looked cautiously at the man that approached her. She listened to him speak of the Empire, her interest pricking up as he mentioned spicing up her life. Her eyebrow raised showing her interest. She glanced at the datapad. Lora then rolled her eyes at his not so subtle pick up line.

 

"In your dreams... as if"

 

She muttered watching him head out. She wasn't that type of girl and she wasn't desperate. She was innocent in that respect and she fully intended to stay that way. Lora glanced back at the datapad, seeing instructions to head to Selvaris. Shrugging she was also heard to mutter, "Why not... got to be better than sitting round here doing nothing."

 

She headed back to the Shooting Star contacting R2- C4 on her way back to ready the ship to go. The astromech beeped back at her, making her laugh as she entered the ship.

 

"Here see what info you can get out of this datapad C4, get the co-ords off it for me."

 

She slipped into the cockpit's chair and lifted off, the ship already prepped and ready.

 

"Beeepp de reep be reep"

 

She entered the co-ordinates for Selvaris and shot into hyperspace.

 

"De be deep wrrrep beep"

 

"What?! You've got to be kidding me! That pervert! Jam it's transmission C4, I don't want any perverts looking in on me when I'm getting changed... grrr"

 

Lora grumbled as C4 told her about the camera within the datapad. She told him to shut it down in no uncertain terms. It was bad enough the recruiter wanted her to call him but to perve on her... well that just wasn't on!

 

"Make sure you deactivate that camera too C4, I don't want anyone watching me. Damn perverts, can't be trusted."

[Bisko]

Bisko lands his x wing down in one of the docking bays and tells r2 "I wont be long. Just wait for me here" and gets an ok from the droid and walks over to the cantina, sits down and asks for a corellian ale to the bartender

[Shag]

Walking in Sario was wondering were to sit then he saw a empty table just calling his name he just sat down and waited for something.

[Slicer]

Recruiter dealing with Shaq.

 

A large burly man sat down gulping down various drinks in an attempt to drink himself drunk. Sadly he was only halfway there. Tired of feeling various liquids crawl down his throat he shambled over to where a new comer had entered the bar intent on possibly getting in a fight or finding some one he could recruit so he could get out of this stupid assignment.

 

Sliding in the seat directly next to the new comer he let out a foul belch while at the same time clasping a hand on the man's back.

 

"Well now little pup. I am here to make a man out of Ya! All you got to do is go to um hold on...."

 

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a datapad.

 

"Here yaaa go littttle man. Ju.. Just go to um... that place and you might have the chance of being a real man!"

 

Standing up he shambled out of the bar and on to his own ship. Then after a long and fitfull sleep, blasted away from tatootine.

[Namiad Ydnah]

Namiad Ydnah walked into the bar in a rage that had topped the list of all rages. He came up to the bar and took a seat. " Give me something strong." he said to the tender. He turned his head to see a drunk recruiter leave the building. Soon after he collected his drink and started to gulp it down.

[Shag]

Sario glanced at the datapad the drunk had given him. It had con-its for Selvaris.

 

"About time. I need some change anyway."

 

Sario got up and left power up his ship and exited the atmosphere and entered hyperdrive.

[Namiad Ydnah]

Namiad swallowed the last of the drink, before leaving the bar. Outside he walked in his ship and flew off the atmosphere of Tatooine.

[Kishreel Dune]

A sentient slipped into the room, masked by the other low-lifes that passsed through the cantina, searching for a drink to sustain their thirst for alcohol. Such a useless dependence on a substance such as alcohol was odd to the man, for it only made people weaker than what they could be. It dampened their potential and that is exactly one reason why it was detestable to the warrior who sought ultimate superiorit over everyone else in the establishment.

 

The room was filled with music, and the only thing that could be heard by the leaches that clung to their chairs and their refreshments like parasites. The Ka-leesh hunter manuevered his way to a booth in the back, hoping to avoid any contact with these pathetic imbecils until needed. Hopefully what he had laid would come to fruition in time.

 

Now I wait.

 

Kishreel relayed some information about a bounty on a random person that he found in the bar and ID'd them as a human named Renos Irim. This was then relayed on a communication to a particular man, requesting his help on the matter. Hopefully the fish would bite, and that's exactly what would make this trap a sucess.

[Silas]

Jacen walked into the bar with his weapon at an easy access point. He wasn't exactly sure why he'd been contacted for a bounty, considering he was working for Black Sun. He saw a man who fit the description given to him and walked over to him. He sat across the table from him and spoke.

 

"What exactly do you want me to do? I'm not exactly a bounty hunter"

 

Jacen saw the man smile wickedly and gripped his blaster still in its holster a little tighter.

[Kishreel Dune]

With a grin, the warrior tilted his head upward to take the man into view as he approached him. The dark shadow of a figure walking through the lighted door, human by a quick glance would be Kishreel's estimate. The repetiallian eyes of the warrior, a slit of black running in the middle of the iris, focused and narrowed the view to fully take in every detail of the man. Nothing passed his view, and neither did the man's unsure expression.

 

"What exactly do you want me to do? I'm not exactly a bounty hunter"

 

A sheepish grin narrowed it's way onto the expression of the warrior almost against his will, for the ignorance of the situation was sweeter than the finest fruits of Naboo. A target had walked up to him and had very simply given himself for the taking on a silver platter without coming to any realization that this was indeed a trap, clever enough to lure in a black sun croney with a bounty on his head that the man would collect. It would indeed be a common thing to believe that because he was part of the Black Sun that he was invincible and to forget about the bounty on his head, or believe that joining such a syndacite made one near invincible and thus above being tricked by an enemy.

 

The man's hand gripped his blaster pistol, fingers turning lightly paler as the circulation was cut off a bit, indication enough that the man was being made nervous by the smile on the face of the "employer." It was a bit comical, yes, but expected. Kishreel reached into his own garb to pull out an archaic datapad, much larger and bulkier than the ones that circulated through the mainstream of the galaxy today, that held on it the phony information on a target who sat at the bar. As he held it out for the man, his other hand went to point toward where the man was at the bar.

 

All you need to do is walk up to that man and kill him for me. Things like this occur often and the tender will not care. I will pay you, and you have made some relativly easy money. I cannot go, however, since that bartender knows me and will stop me before I get within inches of the target, and blasters from long range could hit any straying bystander. I found this to be the safest way.

 

The man turned to view the sight, the bounty hunter awaiting a response from the man.

[Silas]

"You'll have to give me more information than that. I'm not exactly stupid. You have to convince me to do this. A strange man calls a Black Sun operative to a cantina on a foreign planet, wanting a bounty. I'm not a bounty hunter, nor will I ever be. I would also like the name of the man I'm killing, with a little background information."

 

Jacen sat back waiting for the man to reply. He had silently slipped his blaster out of the holster and was holding it under the table. If this man could convince him, he would do it. If he couldn't he would shoot him.

[Kishreel Dune]

Slight changes in the surroundings of the bar signaled that the duo had drawn occasional glances from the low life's at the bar, most likely due to this man's confrontational attitude. How ignorant could he be, asking for more information when Kishreel was holding out a datapad containing all the information that he was asking for. The Black Sun operative sure had a lacking awareness for his surroundings”¦

 

”

[Cypher Skywalker]

Cypher suddenly appeared in the doorway of the Cantina, his brown cloak fluttered slightly in the breeze outside. He raised his head slightly so the dim light from above the bar only shone on the lower part of his face and the red cloth that wraps around his eyes which were hidden below his hood, his old Republic military outfit stands out under his cloak.

 

He slowly walks forward, listening to all the people in the room and where they are at, so he has an idea of where each individual is if something happens. At his belt hangs a small pouch which holds his father's lightsaber crystal and the lump behind his back underneath the coat is from his scimitar.

 

He makes his way over to the bar, keeping his head low and sits on one of the stools. He then hears the familiar voice of his old friends that he grew up with who are talking with a woman across the bar. His friend called Mizal, the scrawny boy he always relied on when he was first blind, looked up and saw Cypher and smiled walking over and said, "So where have you been lately? Locals were worried...but then again you always go on those outings."

 

Cypher did not answer him but merely said in his low smooth voice, "I need to get to Coruscant...it is time to fulfill my father's wish." He nodded as his drink that he always got slid over in front of him, he could hear the scraping of glass as it came close to him, not paying attention to who put it there, he downed the shot and then asked, "Any trade freighters come through here lately?"

 

His friend frowns and says, "No...only mercenary's and other strange folk alike, you know....same old people." Cypher grimaces and thinks to himself,

 

Great....gotta get a ride with a total stranger.

 

Cypher has never left Tatooine before, and he knew it would be quite a change...but he had to make it to the Jedi academy somehow.

[Silas]

Jacen looked at the datapad. He hadn't paid any attention to it, focusing mainly on the man. He took the datapad and looked over it.

 

"Okay, I'll do it. 5,000 credits should cover it. I'll do it now, and then we can be on our merry way."

 

Jacen got up, pulling his blaster more to bear on the man, walking slowly, he came up behind the man putting the blaster into his back.

 

"Stand up real slow, with your hands where I can see them."

[Kishreel Dune]

((Jacen and I agreed on a Modded Duel, 3 posts each, no interference OOC. Good luck man.))

 

((1))

 

The discordant cacophony and banter of the scum suckers flew into a reticent hush as the very air in the cantina began to implode in of itself, an eerie silence befalling the Mos Eisley Cantina as the approaching chaos' predecessor came into the picture: the calm before the storm. Time slowed down and the features of the many people in the bar blurred into obscurity, only so that the following would pose as the cynosure to the eyes that would undoubtedly be drawn to it.

 

Nothing came to pass as the planet itself seemed to lull itself into a sleep to coincide with the on going trauma that would unfold in the lowly cantina. The man with the blaster poking into his back turned his head to reveal pale skin as the blood drained from his features, taking with them any color or life that the man's appearance had once held. The incredulous look of the man was priceless, a true marvel for the Kaleesh warrior to gaze at for it was one that held in it a raw innocence that would soon become a mortified example of the dangers of this galaxy.

 

In that time, footsteps had drawn him to the side of the central focal point of activity, viewing the sides of both men with a keen and unaltered eye that stared and took in all possible detail without any apparent ambiguity. The many years of war had provided the bounty hunter with a sixth sense that measured every inch of his surroundings, even those that he believed could be dismissed without consequence. After seeing the shells of artillery pound around you while raw blaster fire whizzed by you and your allies, taking good soldiers with them as they dissipated from view only to return with another volley of unrelenting viciousness, it was a trait that wasn't just a luxury. It was a requirement for survival.

 

A survival that I refuse to surrender to this filth.

 

The flechette launcher that he had produced just nanoseconds earlier now launched a scattered blast of flechettes toward the skeptical civilian, knocking him to the floor as blood spattered across the cantina and the yells and screams of the many in the bar resounded in a pleasurable chorus. When an Aqualish smuggler with muscles that completely filled out his modest outfit drew his weapon only to feel the same stinging pain before his death as the other man had, all hopes to stop the abomination were ceased and the realization of death began to grip them all as the fled the cantina.

 

In the next quick seconds, a third shot rang out. This one wasn't intended for random bystanders though, it was intended for a criminal that no longer deserved to breathe the air of the planet. A criminal who had aligned himself only with others of his kind, basking in their infidelity toward the greater good in life that presented itself in the unmasked specter that was justice. Now the situation quickly dimmed for one man in the room as the trap had been sprung, sucking in the prey and was now ready to devour the unsuspecting victim whole.

 

Jacen Onnd will not stand”¦

[Cypher Skywalker]

Cypher, turned his head slightly hearing the entire cantina hush in expectant imminent danger. He could hear the pull of a blaster from a holster and the non-discrete blast of a fletchette launcher. He heard his friend yell and run from the Cantina as well as the others across the bar and everyone including whoever was attending the bar. All that remained were two beings other than himself.

 

Cypher merely sat there, taking the last shot that was left for him and then turned in his stool slowly and stood facing the direction the shots came from. He then asked in a slightly humerous yet smooth answer to the strange being, "Is there a problem here?"

 

He had already reached back and unclipped his scimitar beneath his hood before he stood up so that it would not be noticed. He kept his head low, so his opponent wouldn't clearly be able to see the Red cloth over his eyes which were lost of the ability long ago to see or take in the life of color and light.

[Silas]

Jacen watched in horror as what he thought to be his employer, pulled out a flechette launcher and killed two inocent bystanders. The two fell to the ground, blood oozing from the punctures.

A man stepped in between the two and started saying something. Jacen dove for cover of a table, whatever good that would do him. It was now just Jacen, the strange man, and what appeared to be a bounty hunter now still in the cantina.

 

I'm not going down like this. Not like a coward. I'm part of the greatest criminal organization that this side of the galaxy has ever seen. I just need a distraction.

 

Then Jacen saw knew what he needed to do. He pulled one of his thermal detonaters from their place on his utility belt. Setting the timer for five seconds, he lobbed it across the bar, not at his opponent, but at an empty space across the bar.

As his adversary turned to see what the commotion was about, Jacen jumped up and pulled himself over the bar. The more cover he had, the better. His opponent seemed to be trying to get the man in the middle out of the way, giving Jacen just enough time to put up his blaster and pull out his blaster rifle.

 

I guess I need to sacrifice the mobility, to get more fire power. I should probably keep moving, that guy wont keep that Kaleesh busy for long, he'll probably get killed too.

 

Jacen silently cursed himself for not pulling the man over with him. He could have been a great help. Pulling out his comm, he keyed for his ship.

 

-comm-

 

**static**

 

-end comm-

 

So, his assailant had thought to jam the comunications. He would just have to get out of this on his own.

 

"Move," he heard the Kaleesh say, "or I will move you myself."

 

Jacen removed the lone detpack that he kept with him and placed it next to him. fingerng the remote, he crawled around the circular bar, to a place where he could see the detpack, but anybody next to it wouldn't see him until it was too late.

 

((Cypher Skywalker, I thought that we made it quite clear that we didn't wish to be interferred with. You may have given me a way out, but that doesn't matter. Your post could have just changed the outcome of the entire duel. Please consider this and do not interfer with things that do not concern you. Thanks!))