Open Nar Shaddaa Just Another Night in the Galaxy

[Rynn Itera]

Death Disabled, anyone is welcome to join.
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The music in the cantina was all too loud for the crowded and small space. The Twisted Womprat, the young Mandalorian had no desire in finding out about the origins of the Cantina's name. But, even he had to admit, for a hole in the wall on the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, it was crowded and lively. Aliens from all over the galaxy muddled and congregated together, some gambling, most though were simply drinking and enjoying their time--Rynn wished he could say the same.

He sat in the corner of cantina, his helmeted head resting against the back of the wall, his eyes closed as he went through an episode of his chills. His hunger killed him, and he had the desire to remove his helmet and to begin devouring a whole mountain of food if he could. Instead his stomach grumbled as his body ached. "You're one of those warrior people?"

Rynn would peer up towards the large portly man who was peering down with a snicker, "I expected better." The man would sneer.

The young Mandalorian would cough, his hands holding his stomach as he spoke, "Sorry to hear about that.." He would turn his helmeted head away from the man. Tonight was just another one of those terrible nights it seemed.

 

[Atris Tharen]

The Twisted Rompat was not an establishment that Atris frequented, nor did she ever plan to return. Bars and cantinas were something she avoided whenever possible, but when the Order sent her to collect information for a Barabel local to Nar Shaddaa, he had wanted to meet her. He felt “safe” here was how he had put it. As if he needed protection from Atris. The whole thing was absurd anyway. If he was even half a decent Barabel, he would be giving the Order this information, not selling it.

“600 credits,” Atris stated, sliding them across the table to the Barabel, his greedy hands scooping them up and hiding them away in his pockets immediately. “The Order thanks you for your co-operation and your assistance. We are in your debt. Thank you.” She tried to speak the words coming out of her mouth with conviction, but the words rang false, and she doubted that he even cared.

“Thank you, Jedi. I am sure we will do more business in the future.” The Barabel grinned, standing and disappearing into the crowded cantina.

How anyone could stand this music was a mystery to Atris. Standing, she spotted a large man hovering near a booth. A Mandalorian sat in the booth holding his stomach as if he did not feel well. It was impossible to know for sure because of the mask, but the Mandalorian looked young, and she doubted he wanted that large man bothering him.

Crossing over to join them, Atris placed an unassuming hand on the large man’s arm. She did not wish to confront him but merely gain his attention. She was not looking for an altercation. “Excuse me... would you mind leaving my friend and I to ourselves?”

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[Orion Shattou]

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Orion Shattou would be sitting in the opposite end of the cantina. "The Twisted Womprat"..another kriffin' hole in the middle of nowhere that low lifes, gamblers and drinks loved to blow through credits and blow holes in eachothers bodies over petty arguments. The Sith Miraluka would have a coreillian whiskey on his table and a cigarra sitting in a ash glass next to it. He wore his normal white and black robes except his hood would be up over his head. The tight blindfold across his face as his creepy smirk would be painted under the hood that the light from the cantina only seemed to be showing from the dark corner other then his table. His silver/greyish hair would trickle the sides of his face as he let his hand come out of the robe to grip his whiskey and down it before placing it back upon the table. Conversations of all kinds would be echoing through the cantina and music would be blasting in the background as laughs, debates and meaningless threats from gambling tables filled the bar. If one could just sit and listen, they would pick up on many interesting conversations and patrons in this place.

"A Jedi?" Orion would smirk as he caught the tail end of a conversation..Catching only "Thank you, Jedi" before the rest of it was tuned out and faded away into the conversations of the cantina. Orion's use of the force could paint a entire picture of the cantina, the patrons clothings, details, even those who had the force, Orion could see the energy around them. Those who never knew the Miraluka species often underestimate them for their lack of eyes and blindfolded figures. It wasn't long before Orion watched the Jedi move towards a armored figure that was being bothered by a much larger man then he was. "A Mandalorian? Well this just gets better and better.." The young Sith would keep his creepy smile across his face as he sat in his silence and watched the patrons of the bar go about their business. Content as can be while having a occasional drink. The Twi'lek server wouldn't have to ask him for another drink as she came up and placed down another one before the previous was one was even a quarter finished.

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[Scudd Jastain]

The Twisted Womprat was no upscale club and casino like Canto Bite where the well to do rubbed elbows in luxury, surrounded by the most lavish and luxurious of beings and entertainment. No, this was lower Nar Shaddaa where the music was too loud, the drinks too watered down, and the air so thick with a variety of harsh smokes that their combined smells would never come out of the furniture. But some things were the same, both were places where those who chose to do so would come to eat, drink, gamble and mingle to their heart's content. And maybe galactic finances and politics weren't shaped in places like this, personal fortunes were still won and lost every night and there was always some form of excitement if you knew where to look.

that was exactly why Scudd had been there most of the evening, as much as he loved cruising the lanes in the Ratt longer runs tended to get a bit dull and grating. So after dropping off his latest cargo with the buyer he left the droid to lock up his ship and strolled down to where the action was, credits in hand. Thus far he had spent the majority of his time at the Sabbac table, too focused on the cards to really care about the crowd, and while it hadn't happened yet the Sabaac pot was slowly growing. He looked at his cards once more and sighed "Coming up. Twenty-two" it wasn't Sabaac but it was still good, and when the others players came up with only lower hands he started scooping his winnings into his pocket, while the big prize was still there it was best to quit while he was ahead.

Standing and scooping up his drink with a flourish he relished in his buzz and began to survey the room in any real detail for the first time since starting the game. The crowd was still pretty thick, and the server behind the bar was working as fast as she could as she poured requested drinks and scooped up her payment and tips. He watched her appreciatively for a moment until she set down a drink near a blindfolded man, Scudd didn't know if it was just a blind human or some strange offshoot of the species, but one thing was certain his smile was quite unsettling. 'A bit of danger around that one, but he has barely touched his first drink. Something has his attention'. Continuing to scan the room his orange eyes fell upon a young human woman making her way quickly to a booth where a portly man stood over someone in heavy armor, Mandalorian by the look of it. 'Now those are rare. and a congregation too. This could be good."

Dowing the last of his drink he mad his way over to the table closest to the booth the Mandalorian was sitting at, though a pair of Sulistans already occupied it. He sat down hard, drawing glares from both of the big eyed beings, and set his booted feet on the table. "Boy its good to win so big, you two should by me a drink to celebrate." The closer of the two Sulistans blinked before setting his jaw. "Excuse m-" "I said," Scudd cut him off, brushing back his coat to expose a blaster "buy me a drink."

The two shared a glance in a moment of silence then scurried away. Scudd didn't watch them go, nor did he care if they really bought that drink. He was mor interested in the conversation going on in the next booth over, and he strained to hear it over the pounding music.


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[Rynn Itera]

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First it was the portly man bothering him and now it was a whole score of frustration. Luckily for the young Mandalorian any frustration he held was hidden under his helmet. His legs ached and his arms were heavy, as he shifted to peer towards the woman. Friend, what's she want with me? Regardless, it seemed things were most likely going to get interesting.

His E-11 Blaster rifle sat firmly on the table and quickly he would place two DC-17 blasters on the table and on full display. It wasn't a threat per say, but more of a sign of annoyance. "Can I help you?" He would grunt, though it was clear through his helmet's communicator that it was just a boy under the helmet. His eyes shifted watching as the large man left.

Please don't let her sit down by me.. He coughed and wheezed, his throat ached for water, yet there wasn't much he could do at this time. His hand would reach towards his pouch of syringes, but would quickly come to realize that he had left them behind on the ship. "Kriffin' usual," he'd mutter under his breath.

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[Atris Tharen]

It was the two DC-17 blasters showcased atop the table and the Mandalorian’s tone from beneath his helmet that clearly and plainly informed Atris she was not welcome to take a seat. She was not intimidated by the show he made of placing his blasters atop the table before him, but neither was she going to force herself where she was not wanted.

“No,” she answered the Mandalorian’s question, clasping her hands patiently behind her back as she remained standing beside the table and faced him. She felt as if she was being watched, but she supposed there was always someone watching in a a place such as this.“I did not mean to disturb you,” she apologized, offering the young Mandalorian a genuine smile. “I thought I might lend a hand with that gentleman as by all appearances you are not feeling well.”

She hesitated and then continued. “Is there anything I could do to help? I have some experience working in a med-clinic.”

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[Orion Shattou]

Orion Shattou would sip his drink with his smile splattered across his face. Letting the whiskey burn the back of his throat as he let the ice clink after setting it down. Only to be picked up and given another one right away by the Twi'lek server. It seemed the Jedi made her way over to the Mandalorian and got the big guy off from picking on him, though it seemed the fighter wasn't overly to concerned. Didn't take long before two blasters got thrown up on the table. Big kahonas from this fella, Orion would sit in his corner smirking. His blindfold made it almost impossible to know what he's up to as he just seemed to be a average human, blind and enjoying a drink. The bar hustled and bustled as he watched a Duros get up from a game before pushing his way over to a booth next to the pair and kicking out the current occupiers of the area after boasting to them that they should get him drinks. Bold seems to be the current mood in this bar, I guess establishing dominance or your presence is a common factor for this group of folk.

"Well, shit."

Letting himself shift into his robings and withdraw a metal case, he would slide out a cigarra and tap it on the plate, packing the end of it in. Shifting his hand upwards to his lips and giving it a light from his small lighter he would set it down on the table as the cloud of smoke ascended from the first inhale and the Twi'lek server managed to make her way back to set down a fresh drink for him. On closer look it seemed the Mandalorian was doing some coughing and jerking motions from the wheezing. Sick? Dying? Who knew but he didn't seem to be in prime condition like most are. Fight to the death for their Cree and code. Orion wouldn't put it past that he probably was still good to aim with the blasters but Orion wasn't here to kill half the cantina. He sat in his silence and gathered his information of people coming in and out. He was good in remembering the details of those, and that Jedi he would for sure store that away for when the time was needed if they crossed paths.

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[Scudd Jastain]

Scudd could hardly make anything out over the music and the rest of the ambient noise, but some bits and pieces came through as well as the trio's body language. Well perhaps it was just the girl and the mando seeing as how the other man didnt seem too popular with the others and was now walking away muttering under his breath. The Duros blew the man a kiss as he passed, or at least did so as much as his near nonexistant lips would allow, and the look of confusion he got in return was well worth it.

Focusing back in on the conversation the next table over he still could hardly hear anything at all, especially not whatever the mandalorian was likely saying. But what he could pick out a few words from the girl, specifically 'disturb' 'feeling well' and 'help'. Judging by her posture and the fact that she hadn't sat down or come closer to him it was safe to assume he wasnt being particularly friendly. Especially considering the small arsenal building up on the table top. 'There goes the idea that they know each other' he though to himself, one hand idly caressing his own weapon. 'Although this could still be interesting.'

before he could thing any better of it he turned and leaned over the back of his chair, practically putting his large head between the two of them. "Pardon me buddy, but even if you're not buying what she's selling you could at least show a bit more gratitude. Seems she was just trying to help get rid of an annoyance."



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[Rynn Itera]

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Her words seemed sincere, but it still made the boy feel uneasy, no one simply walked around looking to help out people, not out in this portion of the galaxy. He felt slightly bad for being so rude, but he was a Mandalorian, he could treat himself. "..Thank you," he'd cough as he rested back against his chair. He hated the idea that others saw him as weak for his disease.

"It's a long term form of the Candooine Chills.." He'd respond truthfully, "There is nothing.." He'd wheeze, "You or I can do about it. It's just worse than normal today." He'd shift his attention towards a Duros who decided to pop his large blue head into their conversation.

"I'm a Mandalorian, we can settle our own problems." He'd respond with a grunt.

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[Atris Tharen]

The helpful input from the nearby Duros was unexpected but appreciated. It was delightful as well as surprising to be able to find a pleasant person in a place like this. Atris cast the Duros an appreciative smile and extended a hand to him. “Thank you.” He was being helpful in his own way, even if the Mandalorian did not seem to appreciate his input. He did not seem to appreciate hers either, for that matter, she thought with amusement.

Atris had heard of the Cardooine Chills but had no first-hand experience with them. The young Mandalorian was exhibiting all the symptoms she knew of though—coughing, congestion, body aches, fatigue, and an insatiable appetite. She felt for him; even beneath the helmet he looked miserable. “I could perhaps at least ease the symptoms, if you’d like,” she offered thoughtfully. “Perhaps stop they body aches for the time being.”

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[Orion Shattou]

Orion Shattou

would watch the trio gather gather and discuss whatever it is worth discussing. He would raise his drink and finish the last bit of it. Setting it back down on the table the Twi'lek server would come rushing over to drop him another one before he lifted his hand up to say No more. Reaching into his robe he would throw a couple credits on the table and retrieve his metal case again. Tapping the cigarra off the case and sticking it in the corner of his mouth. He would stop mid walk to light it and with his free hand let his robe come up over his head. The smoke ascending over his face and hood as he stopped and turned his blindfolded face to the trio. His smirk getting even bigger as the dark aura or feeling would seep around the room. His face would turn back to the door as he puffed on his cigarra and headed off.

"Interesting indeed.."

Orion would mumble under his smoke as the Miraluka headed through the door and the robes would flutter as the door shut and light from the outside signs faded slowly as the door shut. With that Orion Shattould be gone and mixed with the crowd. Another nameless figure making their way through Nar Shadda.

*Exit Thread*

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[Scudd Jastain]

He had heard of the Candooine Chills in passing before but had never run into it himself, or even knew anything beyond it simply existed, not even the symptoms. But the Mandalorian had openly admitted to being sick and suffering from this illness, and that took Scudd by surprise as his mental image of a mandaloran was of kriffing stoic hardcases that didn't let on if they were gravely wounded let alone sick and balked at openly showing weakness. But then again under all that armor and myth they were still beings of flesh and blood, just like him, and if he were to judge on voice along this one sounded young.

Nodding to Atris in response to her thanks he mumbled "you're welcome" before hearing out her offer. Turning back to the mando he said "Sounds like a pretty nice offer if you ask me, which you didn't. And even if you can settle your own problems I can at least buy you each a drink, that might get you feeling a little better. And hell, Id listen in if you were inclined to share a story or two. I/m Scudd by the way" He finished while offering up his hand.


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