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Cantina <Mos Eisley: Tattooine>
As you step down into this dark, smoke-filled
room, the first thing you notice is the wide variety of alien races
represented by the bar patrons. The Cantina is usually a crowded
place, its business fueled by the nearby spaceport. Smugglers and
pirates, bounty hunters and merchants, thugs, pickpockets, rogues and
criminals of all sorts gather around the round tables that are set too
close together in the shadows and along the walls, sipping dark,
exotic looking drinks and discussing all manner of business, legal or
illegal. Against the lefthand wall runs the bar, where customers
seated at stools or standing between them try to get the attention of
the overweight, grungy-looking bartender who scowls and eyes the crowd
darkly as he serves up drinks.
The buzz of the Cantina is normally covered by the upbeat music of
Fig'rin D'an and the Modal Nodes, the famous all-Bith band. The short,
hairless aliens play their exotic flute-like instruments tirelessly,
as what little light to be found in the bar glints off their pale
white skin and their dark, glassy eyes that are set close above their
mouths. Most of the customers seem to ignore the band, although the
music provides nice cover for private conversations.
Privacy and caution are the bywords here, as many of the patrons have
no desire to be found and many others are dangerously unpredictable.
Fights are not uncommon here, and deaths even less so, as the few
imperial patrols on Tatooine rarely bother to enter this place. To say
the Cantina is "a little rough" would be an overwhelming
understatement.
Still, for those with the right connections or the right money, the
Cantina is a great place to find whatever you need in Mos Eisley,
including transportation away from this sandblown planet. Most of the
best pilots who come to Tatooine can be found here, and for a price
may be induced to provide discrete transportation for passengers and
cargo.
Alrez steps into the darkened cantina with the air of a man returning
to a long-forgotten home.
Chewbacca begins to work on his drink, keeping an eye on the occupants
of the bar.
Sowyn leans her small body against the bar between a Wookie and Fenriz.
She holds a small glass of purple liquid in her hand. Having just
sniffed it she takes a tiny taste and coughs, covering her mouth with
one slim hand, "Wow... that is sweet and does kick."
Cold. Dispassionate. Icy. Such is the regard that Boba Fett gives the
room as he enters the Cantina. His helmetted visage briefly scans the
room, but if he sees anything or anyone significant to him, none can
tell. He moves toward a table in the shadows near the back, and sits
with his back to the wall.
Alrez strolls over to the bar and tries in vain to get the
bartenders's attention.
Into the tavern steps the bartender, Wuher, who is leading a bald man
in a grubby brown jumpsuit, gleaming monacle. The man with Wuher is
carrying some kind of battered toolbox. Wuher grumbles as he walks:
"Of all the times for the holo array to conk out..."
Fenriz finishes off his vodka.
The technician smirks at Wuher, shifting the toolkit from one hand to
the other. "'ave it fixed in no time."
Stepping intp the bar, the Corporate Sector thugs, lead by Oglamar,
arrogantly make their way to a booth, making several obsein jokes
involving a Wookiee, and a Hutt.
Fenriz looks at Sowyn, he asks "Did you see that Rodian?"
Theron is sitting in a private booth, his cap is off, and he seems to
be nursing a drink of some sort. From the looks, it doesn't look
alcoholic. With his uniform dark, hardly anything is noticeable here.
Alrez gives up on getting a drink just now and turns to study the new
arrivals. He smiles absently at the human woman, but quickly diverts
his attention as the Corporate Sector thugs enter.
Wuher nods to the technician, then heads around behind the bar
counter, snatching his soiled towel off a stool and looking at the
patrons assembled around the holo array. "Right. Okay. Listen up, ya
bunch o' nerf herders! We got some problems with the holo array, so
we're not gonna get to show the race just yet. But, I got a tech on
the case, so we should be up and runnin' shortly. Meanwhile, drink
up."
Fenriz is sitting at the bar next to Sowyn and a Bith.
Sowyn takes another sip of her purple drink and looks at Fenriz,
"Nope. I guess you haven't." She stands at the bar between a wookie
and Fenriz.
Boba Fett folds his arms across his chest. He orders no drink, and
utters no words to anyone.
Phoenix wanders in, looking around. She heads in The's general
direction, pausing once or twice along the way to lift some credits
from unconcious or dead patrons.
Fenriz look in the direction of Wuher "I want another Corellian
Vodka."
Here to double the thuggishness comes a patrol of five stormtroopers,
apparently led by Tyr and who has Fahlon amongst their numbers. He
looks around, and then nods, the troopers spreading out in the bar.
The technician sets his box on the counter, standing just to left of
Boba Fett. He jostles against the bounty hunter, then eyes him
fearfully, monacle popping out. "Ah, sorry about that."
Wuher nods to Fenriz. "Comin' right up." He takes out a glass that's
almost clear, and pours into it a liquid that is equally nearly
non-opaque. He slides it to Fenriz. "Five credits."
Boba Fett turns the anonymous gaze of his helmet visor toward the
technician. He stares at the man for some time, before saying through
his armor's speaker system, "Watch it."
Fahlon spreads off from the patrol, heading in the general direction
of the far right corner of the cantina.
Fenriz throws five credits nonchalently at Wuher.
Neela walks in and quickly walks out
Oglamar stands up, leaving his Corporate Sector friends at the booth
they were at and approched the squad of troops. "The Corporate Sector
has this place under control, no need for you 'kids' to come here and
try to do our job, not like you could." He says jokingly, and
chuckles, as does his people.
Snapping up his monacle and putting it back in place over his eye, the
technician nods meekly to the bounty hunter. "Of course, Mr. Fett,
sir. Anything you say, Mr. Fett, sir." He then selects a tool from the
box and goes to work on the holo array.
Alrez looks in the direction of the technician and the man in body
armour. "So *that's* Boba Fett," he mumbles under his breath. Taan had
heard of him, but never actually seen him before.
Chewbacca finishes off his drink, and pounds on the bar to get the
bartender's attention.
Wuher scowls at Chewbacca. "Yeah?"
Chewbacca points to a bottle of Veronian Berry Wine and lets out a
grunt.
Fett looks away from the technician, and goes back to his silent
vigil.
Tyr turns his head at the officer from the Corporate Sector Authority.
Good thing the helmet conceals the condesending look he levels upon
him. "Sir, we are looking for a dangerous bounty hunter responsible
for the death of an Imperial Governor. I ask that you let us do our
job, sir." It doesn't sound too much like a request.
Dieshanka smiles.. albeit a bit maniacal in her make up, as she enters
the cantina. She walks to the bar looking for a seat in the crowded
place.
Phoenix lilts her head to one side, maybe catching the bit of info Tyr
just dropped. She shrugs, continuing to head for The's table.
Fenriz is sitting at the bar behind a glass of Correlian Vodka, he is
sitting next to Sowyn and a Bith.
Jaehar makes her way through the entrance of the cantina, head bowed
low under the hood of her cloak. After a slow scan of the interior she
takes a few steps towards the bar.
Theron lifts up his drink, and takes a sip. He puts it back down and
surveys the crowd.
Dieshanka sits, pushing her way between two at the bar and orders a
drink.
Alrez stands with his back to the bar, watching the assembled mass and
trying to stay out of trouble, for now. He looks to see who else may
be near him and decides it may be wise to start looking for contacts
here on Tatooine.
Wuher refills the wookiee's drink, then scowls at the technician.
"Done yet?"
Theron notices the girl, and points to the usual seat.
Phoenix steps closer to The, murmuring, "Hey." She nods, slipping into
the seat, silently.
Oglamar laughs, and turns back to his people and mummbles something to
them, pointing at the stormtroopers. He turns back, and grins.
"Looking for a bounty hunter you say? Well, if he took out a Governor,
I am sure a squad of you he can handle." He laughs, trying to see how
far he can go before he angers the stormtrooper.
Slipping in from the glaringly sunlight sqaure, Jonathan glances about
the tavern slowly. Unwrapping the scraf from around his head and heads
for the bar. Hands stay in his pockets as he keeps a wary eye out.
Fahlon eyes the cantina, examining as many patrons as he can from his
vantage point. He seems to settle on a particular patron, making his
way around tables and through crowds to Jaehar. A click is heard
within his helmet as the external speaker system comes to life.
"Citizen."
"Ah," the technician says, using a tool to twist a couple of
connectors and then prodding a circuit cluster with a gloved finger.
"I think...just about have it..."
Sowyn stands at the bar between Fenriz and a Wookie sipping a small
glass of purple stuff. She makes a face as she drinks, then places the
glass on the bar and turns to scan the new arrivals.
Wuher sighs and nods. "Good. Cuz that race is already goin', and I got
my money on Darklighter."
Theron says, "I see you made it just in time for the podraces, Ix."
The holographic array springs to life, and the first visual it offers
isn't of a race in progress, but some kind of calamity. Half a dozen
camerabots swing in casual arcs around a pillar of orange-red stone
with a slender gap near the top - the legendary Stone Needle of
Beggar's Canyon. Columns of oily black smoke twist against the clear
cerulean sky.
An announcer is in the middle of speaking as the image manifests:
"...lighter is alive, we are told, but badly injured. The news is
worse for young Luke Skywalker. After the collision, his T-16
skyhopper slammed into the Stone Needle at full speed. We're told he
died instantly. His friend and chief competitor in these speed trials,
Biggs Darklighter, survived the collision. He's not conscious right
now, and I just can't begin to imagine what it's going to be like to
hear about what happened when he wakes up. Our thoughts go out to the
family and friends of both pilots."
Boba Fett turns his head ever so slightly toward the small crowd of
stormtroopers. He looks away, but one gauntleted arm disappears from
view beneath the bar.
Alrez looks in the direction of Wuher and mumbles, "Darklighter. Huh."
Fenriz shouts "Damn, I put good money on that good for nothing kid."
Tyr is impassive, the helmet, again, helps that, as he levels his
intimidating visage on Oglamar. "Sir, I believe we would be able to.
But, then again, with the Commerce Sector Authority here, I am sure it
makes our mission redundant, albeit necessary." It's dead-panned.
Wuher growls, snatching the towel off his shoulder and flinging it
toward Chewbacca, while scowling at the holo array.
Neela makes her way into the cantina once more. this time taking time
to look over the patrons
Sowyn scoots her empty glass across the counter and smiles at Wuher,
"I'd like more of this purple sweet stuff with a kick." she says. As
the holo comes on her attention is drawn to the race.
The holographic image switches to a replay of the collision between
Darklighter's and Skywalker's skyhoppers as they jockeyed for position
on approach to the Stone Needle. The Darklighter skyhopper bumps its
port stabilizer against Skywalker's starboard stabilizer - and both
stabilizers snap off. Darklighter arcs off course, grazes the Stone
Needle and then goes down. But Skywalker's T-16 spins out of control
and slams head on into the Stone Needle.
Phoenix grins, "Wouldn't miss 'em if I had a choice about it." She
leans back for a few seconds, turning her gaze on the holoviewer. She
blinks, "Huh...wonder how somethin' that bad managed to happen..good
thing I didn't bet on either of them..not that I have enough credits
to make a bet anyways most of the time."
Oglamar smirks, "It's Corporate Sector, you punk kid. I don't see why
the Imperial Army wants you corpes, erm.. Stormtroopers, so young.
Good for nothing.." He mubbles off as he turns towards the holo-projector.
Wuher doesn't seem to be paying much attention to Sowyn at the moment.
He just watches the replay and sighs, shaking his head. "One hundred
credits, right down the trash chute."
Jaehar stops, her gaze moving to the holoviewer. A frown creases at
the edge of her lips as she watches.
Alrez waves at the holograpic array, "Aw, look at that! Skywalker knew
he was outclassed and just could't get it through his head!"
"Under the circumstances," the announcer says as the wreck footage
replays again and again, "the organizers of the Beggar's Canyon speed
trials have decided it would be best to call off the race for now.
Lann Kylomer, HoloNet Sports, live on Tatooine."
Fenriz says, "I put a hundred on the damned kid. I need another vodka,
give me one, and give the girl what she wants."
Luckily for Oglamar, Tyr's rifle-butt doesn't 'slip' into the
officer's gut. "Yes, sir," is the polite response as he turns away,
continuining to walk the Cantina, the holoviewer only catching his eye
for a moment.
Dieshanka smirks, mostly to herself, watching the little race unfold
on the holo.
Chewbacca lets out a rather perturbed, rumbling growl as he peels the
towel from his head. He reaches out towards Wuher, the look in his
eyes not exactly friendly. Holding up the towel, he lets out a long,
raspy roar.
Phoenix mutters something under her breath, brushing a lock of hair
out of her eyes. She leans back, sighing.
Wuher swings his dark gaze toward Chewbacca, then snatches the towel
away. "That's *my* towel. Ain't for patrons. Get your own."
Sowyn frowns, "Damn, he was sort of cute too." she says sadly, then
looks at the bartender, "Hey... I really need that drink now." she
says a bit louder, trying to catch Wuher's attention, "You're not the
only one who lost credits on that race." She picks up the empty glass
and sats it down loudly on the bar.
Theron watches almost impassively, and looks back towards Ix. "Guess
those podraces are all they live up to be."
Oglamar snorts at Tyr, still unaware of his identity, but he does not
care. His Corporate friends stand up and leave, as they have work to
do. Him, on the other hand, takes a seat at the bar near the Wookiee.
He takes a moment to grunt at the beast, making fun of it. "Barkeep!
You got any Drutash grubs, with Omaton Sauce?" He laughs, remembering
when he first tried them back on Sullust.
Alrez looks at Sowyn, having heard her comment, "Who? Skywalker?"
Boba Fett remains in his place impassively, one arm still out of
sight. His faceplate is aimed in the general direction of the
holoviewer, but whether that is the subject of his attention is
unclear.
Dieshanka sips her drink, taking her eyes from the holo, to view some
in the cantina.
The bartender grimaces at Sowyn, then shrugs. "What are ya havin'?"
Fenriz shouts angrily "Wuher, I want my drink."
Jonathan drops onto a stool at the bar and flicks his gaze to the holo-projector
and tsks a bit. His coat stays buttoned up and collar also stays to
its fullest. Absently flicking a lock of hair out of his face and
turns towarsd the bartendar and spares a moment to glance about
somemore.
Fahlon does not take kindly to being ignored, reaching ou his amored
hand to touch Jaehar on the shoulder. "Citizen!" He says, a bit more
forceful this time.
Phoenix nods, "Yeah. Don't see why they're calling the race off
though. Pretty much everyone knew that it was likely someone'd get
hurt or killed." She shrugs, "Coulda been worse. Both of them coulda
gotten killed--or they could've run into another 'racer and crashed
him too."
Fenriz says, "Correlian Vodka for me, Alderaanian Plum wine for Sowyn""
Alrez mumbles under his breath, "Uh-oh. Might be time to get going..."
Chewbacca growls long and deeply, but a glance at the stormtrooper
patrol seems to give him some momentary control.
Theron nods, "I've heard it said that some races end up with no
finishers."
A small shadow ducks in from the blazing heat outside, giving itself
an absent-minded shake to shed the fine layer of sand and grit that
has accumultaed in the folds of its poncho. Brushing the hood back to
reveal sun-bleached hair, Kail blinks hastily to accustom his eyes to
the cantina's relatively dim interior and begins to make his way
toward the bar.
Sowyn nods and looks at Alrez, "Yep. Didn't know him, but I've seen
him around." She glances back at Fenriz and gives him a smile, "Thanks
again. Believe it or not small has it's uses, just not in a bar with
tall people." She glances up at the Wookie beside her at the bar,
where she stands between it and Fenriz.
"Citizen," says Tyr through his helmet as he speaks to Johnathan,
coming up by his side. His tone is forceful, but polite, as much as
military types can be said to be polite.
Wuher growls at Fenriz, then pours him a refill of Corellian and
Alderaanian Plum wine for Sowyn.
Dieshanka stands, discretely paying for her drink from a small pouch
on her side.
Dieshanka nods to Wuher as she pays and turns to leave the
establishment.
Neela wanders toward the bar looking for an empty seat as she glances
haphazzardly at screen 'Damn musta hurt" as she moves to get the
bartenders attention
Fenriz says, "thanks Wuher"
Oglamar hits the counter of the bar, and leans over, shouting,
"Barkeep! I demand satisfaction! I want my Drutash grubs, with Omaton
Sauce!" He chuckles again.
Phoenix nods, "Does happen a few times. Sometimes there's only one
finisher, 'cause all the others are crashed. Everyone knows it
happens--and this isn't the first time someone's gotten killed in a
crash. A couple of times they've even been shot down by Raiders.."
Landon walks into the Cantina but pauses near the entrance as a he
sees the crowd that has gathered to escape the harsh sun. He glances
over the faces of the patrons briefly before making his way to the
bar.
Alrez shakes his head, trying to avoid the notice of the soldiers that
look like they're now squaring off. "Nah, Skywalker's just a kid. He
doesn't have the dicipline to make it in the circuit. I'd be surprised
if he's even in a cockpit at all in five years time. Now Darklighter,
there's a racer with a future."
A short, fat human with greasy black hair enters the Cantina and looks
around briefly. Seeing Boba Fett, he swallows hard and heads toward
the bounty hunter.
Jaehar reaches up and pushes her hood off her head. She sidesteps
through the crowd towards a table in the corner. She settles into a
chair back against the wall.
Wuher glances mordantly at Oglamar. "We don't got any Drutash grubs
here."
Boba Fett remains in his seat, but turns his attention toward the fat
man as he approaches. "You're late," he says.
Landon slows he he nears the bar, keeping a suspicious eye for those
who seem too enthuastic to bumb into him. He puts his hand on the wood
of the bar and starts tapping to attract the bartender's attension.
Oglamar takes his seat, grinning - but not too disapointed the Barkeep
has no Drutash grubs, he only planned to harass the Wookiee with them.
He swirls in his stool, observing some of the people in the bar,
keeping his eye on the stormtrooperrs.
The Bith band starts to play a new set, perhaps trying to break the
tension in the wake of the wreck.
The small redheaded human at the bar, between Wookie and Fenriz picks
up her refilled glass of purple and turns towards Alrez, "Maybe so."
she says and takes a sip or two, not adding anything more to that.
Theron turns back and looks full on at Phoenix, his gaze is rather
appraising, "So, how are we doing these days?"
The fat man takes a dirty cloth out of the pockets of his heavy brown
jacket and wipes some sweat off his brow. He looks at Fett nervously.
"I'm...I'm sorry. Problems with my speeder, damn thing's always
breaking down. Shall we, uh, go to a table?"
Wuher nods to Landon. "What?"
Kail weaves his way through the crowd of beings with expert ease,
careful not to make eye-contact with anyone as he ignores what stares
he might garner as a child determinedly making his way through the
establishment. Finally achieving his goal, he ducks underneath the
board to peer behind the bar itself, breath still slightly unsteady
from a recent run. "Uncle Wuher? Sorry'm late..." he calls out
uncertainly.
Phoenix is sitting in a booth, talking to The. On the holoviewer is a
repeat of the races, showing two 'racers bumping into each other and
then crashing. Ix shrugs, "I'm doing ok. Helped a..new neighbour get
settled in today. You?"
Wuher grumbles at Kail, and beckons with a beefy hand. "Get over here
and get to work, ya laggard."
Boba Fett gets up without a word and moves toward a table in the
shadows, his head turning just once in the direction of the
stormtroopers. He takes a seat at a table in the shadows, his blaster
rifle clinking against his armor as he moves.
Landon gives as polite a smile to Wuher as he can before leaning over
the bar and giving a whisper, "I'm... looking for some possible work.
The place seems busy..." he says while slipping a few credits over the
bar.
Tyr turns and meets Boba Fett's gaze, well, at least helmet to helmet,
but then turns back to Jonathan, who he waits to respond to his
question.
The fat man sits across the table from Fett, dabbing his forehead
again with the dirty rag. "Uh, now...Lurga sent me to attend to the
final details of the contract."
Aayroki Boh slinks in, her ragged blue wrap clutched close about her.
With nervous eyes and lekku that twine together under her chin, tips
writhing, she slips to one side of the door and pauses to take stock.
Wuher furrows his brow at Landon, then eyes the credits and pockets
them. "What kinda work?"
Tyr speaks into his commlink.
Neela takes an empty seat at the bar and motions to wuhur "how much
for an ale?" she asks brushing an errant strand of red hair from her
face. Fenriz who seems to have caught her attention
Jonathan unclasps the collar and lets it fold down a bit, revealing
the rest of his face as he looks towards the stromtroopers. "Yes?" He
asks softly, blandly. Yet managing a tone of respect. Head tilts a
touch as he quirks one eyebrow slightly.
Landon licks his lips, shrugging slightly, "Courier work mostly, or
odd jobs, anything that's not too hot. You know what I mean..." he
says, giving an optimisticly encouraging smile.
Kail bobs his head with a grimace at Wuher's tone, quickly scrambling
past the man to an outdated and much the worse for wear terminal to
bring up a list of orders.
"Have you seen this woman?" Keeping one hand on his blaster, Tyr uses
his other to remove a face-pic of a woman and show it to Jonathan.
"She is wanted, a bounty hunter."
Jaehar blinks once and looks up at the stormtrooper. She eyes him
briefly and responds, "Yes?"
Fett leans back, the red glass of his helmet visor gleaming in the dim
light. "Details?" he asks. "The job's finished. The hutt owes me ten
thousand. Now."
Fenriz finishes his Correlian Vodka. "Give me another."
Wuher nods to Neela and jerks a thumb at Kail. "See my nephew if you
want somethin'. I'm busy." He then returns his attention to Landon.
"Courier?" He rubs his double chins. "Yeah, well, I guess that might
come in handy."
Alrez nods toward Fenriz, still looking at Sowyn, "Your friend seems
to be having a busy day."
Aayroki Boh's eyes dart over the crowd and fix on Neela. The Twi'lek
squares her shoulders a little bit and starts to work her way over to
the other woman, skittering out of the way of the better-dressed
patrons.
Jonathan stares at the pic and than shakes his head a touch. "No, I
don't know her.. I don't think I've seen her." He shrugs and than raps
a knuckle loudly on the bartop. Leaning forward on his forearms
slightly.
Theron coughs slightly, "Still finding out how deep the villiany can
run, little one." He smiles, "But on to lighter subjects...this new
neighbor of yours...no knife threats?" He looks over the crowd awaintg
Ix's response as he sips his drink.
The fat man looks at Boba Fett even more nervously. "Um, yes,
well...you see, Lurga wanted your target ALIVE," he says, perhaps
stressing that last word a bit too much. "He...he made that very clear
when you took the job. He never said anything about...disintegration."
Dieshanka makes her way over to a table near Fetts and drops down into
the seat. She motions at the young boy serving drinks.
Landon gives a slight roll of the eye and slips Wuher another few
credits, "Good couriers are allways in short supply. Know anyone with
a job opening?" he asks, glancing sidewards at some of the booths.
Tyr nods his head once. It's not like he expected random people to
know the woman. "Thank you," he says, replacing the picture and then
moving towards Fett and the fat one, positioning himself nearby, but
being, well, discreet, as much as an officer in Stormtrooper armor can
be in a land of ne'er do-wells.
Phoenix half-turns, as if to try and see the pic that Jonathan's being
shown. But of course, she could just be looking around to make sure no
one's about to try and harm her. She shakes her head, attention
returning to The, "Nah, no knife threats. I think she'd've jumped out
of her skin if I'd done that--honestly, she's in worse shape then I
am. Helped her get settled into one of the empty houses."
Without turning from his drink. "My Friend, I see you are a civilian I
know not your name. Today I lost 100 on a pod race and a stinking
Rodian ran off with some of my merchandise, expensive merchandise. You
could say it has been a bad day."
Fahlon examines Jaehar for a moment, remaining still while the
movements of his eyes are hidden by his helmet. A click brings the
external comm system onlne. "The Empire is searching for a bounty
hunter who has comitted high crimes against the Empire. If you or
anyone you know knows anything about the death of an Imperial Governor
at Bounty Hunter hands, you are to report it immediately." A click
within the helm signals that the conversation is over.
Palming the credits, Wuher looks left, then right, then back at Landon
before leaning forward and, in a grumbling whisper, he says, "Talk to
Fett. He's always in the market for good information."
Boba Fett's voice is steady, but contains a hint of annoyance through
the speaker filters of his helmet. "The target resisted," he says.
"Sometimes it happens. Either way, Lurga doesn't have to worry about
him any more. Now, my payment."
Neela peers down at kail giving him a warm smile "How much for ale?"
she says in a softer tone
Dieshanka motions again at Kail.
Landon follows his look and frowns slightly, "Fett? Bounty hunter
feller? That's a little rsky business... but it's not like pay won't
be good..." Another few credits makes it appearance in his palm, "What
do you know about his... latest... jobs?" he asks with a sly smile.
Fenriz looks in Neela's direction, "Do not worry about the price, for
a shall buy a drink for such a beautiful lady."
Kail tilts his head alertly at Wuher's motion toward him, eyes
straying past to Neela when she speaks. Wordlessly, he holds up a hand
with three fingers extended as he looks toward Dieshanka's motion.
"Ma'am?"
Alrez turns his attention to Fenriz now, "My name's Alrez Taan, but I
don't imagine you've heard of me. Just came hoping to watch the race.
That Rodian, do you know his name?"
Aayroki Boh edges into the space beside Neela, lifting her cupped
dirty hands to the well-dressed woman. "Please, Lady, can you spare a
credit or two?" she asks hopefully.
Sowyn glances at Fenzir, then back at Alrez, "Yeah, seems to be." She
lifts her glass and takes a long sip of the purple liquid, gazing
around the bar over the rim as she drinks.
Jaehar listens, her expression neutral. The fingers of one hand drum
quietly on the scarred table top. She nods once at the stormtrooper
and replies carefully a tense edge to her tone, "Of course...I assure
you I have no such knowledge."
The fat man looks even more nervous, and backs away from the table
slightly. "Well, ah, that's just it, see...Lurga's...only willing to
pay five thousand, since you um...failed, er, a, did not deliver the
target as requested."
Theron smirks, "No doubt. I suppose you're telling me she's not in any
sort of gang, yet?" His eyes narrow slightly, "Are you looking to
adopt her?"
Wuher peers at the credits in Landon's hand. His eyes drift to the
bounty hunter at his table. Then they return to Landon and he just
shakes his head, wordlessly.
Fenriz says, "Well Taan, his name is not important for I doubt you
will know him, besides I can't even pronounce it."
Phoenix blinks, "She's older'n me, I think. But she really isn't in a
gang yet." She glances around again, "She's a Twi'lek. Seemed pretty
interested in whether or not she could make sure no one else could get
in her home while she's sleeping."
Landon nods soundlessly, but passes half of his handfull over the
table anyway, "Thanks... you've been a help..." he says, then turns to
Fett, "Keep your ears open though..."
Tyr keeps his head pointed towards the bar, but his back is to Fett
and the fat man's table. And it's impossible to see where his hearing
is directed in that armor.
"You have the five thousand with you now?" says Boba Fett's
mechanically filtered voice.
Fahlon leaves Jaehar, apparently satisfied with the answer. The
Stormtrooper meanders the cantina, noting the location of the other
Troopers.
Wuher grunts at Landon, then wipes his hands on his grubby towel. He
looks toward Kail. "Boy!" he shouts over the din of the crowd. "Bar's
yours for now." Without further explanation, he turns and heads for
the back room.
The fat man nods, and slides some money across the table to Fett.
"Yeah...yes, sir. Here you go."
Alrez nods slowly, then shrugs, "Sure, just thought I might be able to
help out, y'know? Say, you wouldn't know where I could find the guy
you placed your bet with, wouldya?"
Jaehar watches the armored figure walk away her eyes narrowing at his
back. Her fingers come to rest on the tabletop as her expression
tightens into a scowl.
Fenriz, still with his back to Alrez. "Sure, his name is Derv he works
at the spaceport."
Theron notes the appearance of a begging Twi'lek in the cantina, "Is
that her?" Theron looks out towards the bar island.
Landon starts approaching Fett's table but he slows he sees that a
business transaction with the fat man is going on. Taking caution as
the better part of valour he heads to a nearby empty table and sits
down there instead.
Dieshanka walks up to the bar herself and orders a drink.
Sowyn listens to Alrez and Fenriz while she watches the activity in
the bar.
In the back of the tavern, a figure in a hooded brown robe gets up
from his table in the shadows. He moves closer to the holo array,
watching the wreck as it replays once again. The glow of the array
briefly illuminates a bearded chin within the folds of the hood. Then,
without a word, the hooded figure moves toward the street, and
vanishes from the cantina.
Kail waves after Wuher distractedly to indicate he had heard, a slump
of the shoulders indicating a silent sigh before he is moving to
fulfill another called order.
Jonathan looks Kail and watches silently for a moment. Than slaps the
back of his knuckles on the bartop, hard. "Hey!" He calls towards him
as a frown slants across his features.
Boba Fett reaches across the table without warning to grab the fat man
by the shirt. He hauls him halfway across the table, knocking most of
the money onto the floor. "Good," he says. "Now you go back to Nal
Hutta and tell Lurga that he owes me another five, or he'll have much
bigger problems than a gambler who refuses to pay his debts. Got it?"
Fenriz leans over toward Boh, "I overheard a conversation, I'd leave
now if i were you."
Phoenix looks in the direction The's glancing in, "Yeah, that's her."
She keeps an eye on Roki, slipping to the edge of her seat.
Dieshanka returns to her table near Boba Fetts, slipping into the
booth.
Tyr's head turns instinctively at the sound of Fett grabbing the
fellow and hauling him cross the table, but while his grip on his
blaster tightens, he seems to believe they have the situation under
control.
Aayroki Boh turns away, ignored, and turns her eyes across the crowd
again. She glances nervously at the military presence here and then to
the door, her lekku twistinng. Darting a glance at Fenriz she mutters,
"What is it, Sir...? Oh!" She looks across to Fett and then begins
edging for the door.
The fat man's face scrunches up into a mask of sheer terror. Sweat
drips down his face in rivulets. "Yes...yes...absolutely Mr. Fett.
I'll tell him. Five thousand. Just please....please..."
Fenriz hisses "Quick."
Kail starts at the sharp rap of knuckles on the bar, hurriedly pushing
an appetizer of small orange critters that haven't realized their dead
yet in front of a patron before he moves over toward Jonathan. "Yessir?"
Theron brings a commlink up to his lips and whispers into it.
Dieshanka smiles watching Fett in action.
Tyr speaks into his commlink.
Alrez nods at Fenriz, waiting for the hushed conversation to finish
between him and the patron next to him, "Thanks, friend. I'll have to
look him up sometime."
Theron speaks into his commlink.
Landon keeps an eye on the activity at the Fett's table, his eyes
narrowing slightly. He gives a slight shake of the head before
mumbling something.
Fenriz says, "You do that... But let me warn you: gambling is a mugs'
game, I just lost a hundred on someone I thought was a dead cert." |
