Ask Stopping the Fighting

[Oren Zapan]

The Outer Rim was often full of unlawfulness, with inhabited systems spread so far apart it was nearly impossible to manage a fully functioning department of security forces. So often planets had little if any in the way of anything that could fight back. For planets like Er'kit, warfare and slavery was a constant. Oren and the Jedi had gotten wind of a small time rebel insurrection that was occurring on the southern portion of the planet. A band of slaves were trying to fight back and to free themselves and many of their people from the bonds and chains. They needed help, and thus he decided to go. He wouldn't be alone, a young knight would be joining him, Zasha le Fay. He had never worked with her before, but had no doubt in her capabilities.

The two of them would arrive on planet, Oren not fully prepared for the extreme heat that would hit them. The sands were a golden white and quite similar to what he had seen in the Great Dune Sea on Tatooine. He wore no robes, instead he opted for a short sleeve button down that he had tucked neatly into a pair of khaki captain's pants. To many he most likely looked like a smuggler with saber hidden away in a bag that was slung over his shoulder.

The two of them found themselves within a small village that was located a bit away from the current conflict. They needed to find their contact in a local cantina, The Skiddish Wombat, but Oren couldn't make out anything of the sort. He'd turn towards the younger knight, a soft smile forming on the near human's face as he spoke, "Do you see the cantina?"

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[Zasha le Fay]

Er'kit like many in the galaxy lived within its own mico-universe detached from the respective peace of the galaxy at large since the fall of the Final Order, instead it lived in anarchy as rebellious slaves sought to throw off the shackles and be free. Zasha was conflicted at first when information of the insurrection reached the Jedi Order, yes she did not believe in slavery as a just action, but if they joined on the side of the slaves were they not just inciting more rebellions, not only here but across the galaxy?

She had toyed on the matter for most of their journey to the planet, Oren another Knight seemed to be a pleasant fellow she gathered from the small amount of interaction they had on the ride over here, but she was still unsure of the real measure of the man. Zasha herself was dressed in light clothing, mostly beige and tan undertunics with a darker light robe over the top, it kept the beating sun away from her skin and its hood protected her head. It looked warm from the outside but was surprising cool.

Her vision passed over the street into town, she couldn't see the cantina exactly. "No, but by the trail of men going that way I would expect its behind those large buildings. Either that or a whorehouse." She said bluntly, Zasha realised her mistake pretty quickly, she had never learned to control her tongue. "Or perhaps a fight?" She added awkwardly.

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[Oren Zapan]

Oren would peer over towards Zasha, a chuckle escaping his lips as he wiped away a bit of sweat from his eyes, "That would be a sight to see, wouldn't it?" He'd smirk, "Just don't tell our students what we do when we're away on 'Jedi business'." He'd slide his hands into his pockets as he kicked a bit of sand with his black boots. The Jedi of old would never stand for such a thing, but things were different now, they were organic and had their needs. Oren had never been to such a place, but he would never deny that he yearned for companionship.

He'd take a deep breath, focusing his thoughts as he made a small circle in the sand with his feet. He'd peer up towards the group of roguish type figures heading towards a small alley. "Let's head that way," he'd say as he marched forward and across the dusty roads of the town. The further in they moved the more it seemed to become crowded, landspeeders blew by, honking as large strange beasts of burden were being pulled by alien's he had frankly never seen before.

Oren had a bad habit of looking back and making sure that Zasha was still there. Most of the time it worked out fine, but the final time he turned back he would bump into a large gamorrean, who would squeal, knocking him to the ground and causing his lighstaber to fall out from his jacket--Oren totally unaware of it all.

A small Rodian boy would swoop by, picking up the blade and take off without him realizing it. Instead, he'd raise his hand, apologizing to the thug. "Sorry, sorry, forget about it...I didn't see you big guy." He'd say with a nervous laugh, the markings on his face flushing slightly red as he hoped Zasha hadn't seen what happened. The good news for them was that the Cantina was actually down at the end of the alleyway. It was time to meet with the contact and aide in the slave rebellion...or so Oren thought.

OOC: Rolled a 9 out of 10 for if we had the correct building, rolled a 35 out of 100 on how sketchy the walk was towards the cantina. We get in, but Oren's gonna be in trouble for a short bit here.

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[Zasha le Fay]

Zasha smirked at the older Knight as he jested at her comment. He was laid back, that was a relief. She let go of the breath Zasha hadn't realised she had been holding as he finished his joke. His casual manner was a bit unnerving as he kicked sand to one side like a little school boy. Being relaxed was one thing but over relaxed only caused problems.

Oren lead the way across the town, Zasha was about a pace and a half behind the man and slightly to his left, her eyes shifted from side to side as they walked though her head kept forward facing. Dusty old town like this were always a hive for pickpockets, thief's, murders and other low life's and even with all the power of the force, a knife between the ribs still killed. He kelpt looking back at her which was also unnerving, was he trying to flirt with her, the constant looking back put her on edge so she furthered the gap slightly between the pair.

That it seemed to work out for the best as Oren clattered into a rather irate Gamorrean who sent the Jedi Knight flying. She spotted the glint of his light-saber flicker across the floor as it skidded from his clothes. Like Womp Rats to Garbage, half a score of kids flew from the nearby alleyways making for the weapon. A little Rodian got their first, scooping up the weapon as he ran past, the little boy looked back to see if Oren had spotted him, but he hadn't noticed Zasha. He hand wrapped around the boys wrist, twisting the saber from his grip. "I don't think that's yours." She said, but her only reply was a quick kick in the shin forcing her to let go of the boy who ran off back into the alleys without his spoils.

Turning to look for Oren, the Knight had seemingly not even noticed his light-saber had gone missing and was walking down the road towards the Cantina. Zasha shook her head at the man, before walking after him. She ducked under the entrance to the cantina a couple of steps behind the other Knight and was immediately hit with the smell of sweat, spice and alcohol. She coughed as it assaulted her nose and eyes, she had experienced her fair share of drink and spice, 'though the other Jedi didn't know that' but this was a rather putrid combination of the three.

Zasha seemed to be the only other known working women in the cantina, which immediately caught the attention of a few of the locals closer to the door. 'Great' she thought to herself, her free hand slipped into her robs clutching her own saber as the attached Oren's to her belt as well. Not wanting to wave the thing around in the middle of the Cantina. "I think you lost your manhood out there." She whispered into his ear as they stood by the entrance of the cantina. "Don't worry I've got it for you." She finished with a chuckle.

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[Oren Zapan]

Oren would rub the back of his neck as his eyes quickly adjusted to the dimness of the cantina. The music was pulsing and thumping as a few neon lights seemed to flash through the rather dirty establishment. Quite a few men gave Zasha's a side eye'd glance, a few of them even whistling. Who would have thought that a backwater hole in the wall would have such a vibrant and colorful clublife? He thought to himself as he heard them begged and prodded as to why she would come with such a bloke. He hadn't really taken into account her looks at all during the trip, but things started to connect. The constant glances, his aloof attitude--did she think he was trying to sleep with her?

"Hey, uh..." His face would burn bright red, losing all focus of his defense at the mention of his manhood, "So you did see that? I wasn't hitting on you or anything, I was just making sure you didn't get snatched.." He'd frown realizing his rambling mess was probably digging him into a bigger hole. Manhood...Manhood...Manhood, he'd think about the words for a few moments, before a light came on his brain. He'd reach into his jacket, realizing his blade was gone.

He'd turn back towards Zasha with a smile, "Hey, thanks," he'd chuckle before turning to take a look around the cantina. He spotted a Jenet with his feet kicked back, credits and various liquor bottles on the table. A deathstick hung from his mouth. "That's our guy," he'd say with some skepticism. I thought this was a slave rebellion, he looks like a gangster.

The two of them would approach the table, Oren holding his hands out in a typical Outer Rim greeting, "You must be Zal'tor," he'd say in a neutral tone. Any awkwardness would seem to slip when he was focused on the mission. His eyes would narrow as the rodent looked the two of them up and down.

"Mmm..." He'd hiss, "You brought me a little bit of fun, did you?"

Oren would sneer, shaking his head, "She works with me, goes by the name of Triss Blazehorn, best slicer this side of the Rim," he'd smirk. "You said you had a job for us, and we're here to carry it out. It's of my understanding that your people have been fighting the Trantari Slaver Group and have them on the ropes?"

Zal'tor would chuckle, "Yes, my men and I have been 'freeing' these people, it's been good for business and they say they may elect me to be their leader." He'd raise his hands with a cheer, "They love me in this kriffing place, I'm a god, here to free them from their collars and bindings..."

Oren would huff slightly, "I've heard you've been forcing these people to work for you? Wouldn't you consider it unethical...what if the Alliance heard of what was going on here?"

The thug would lean in, "Are you threatening me?"

Oh kriffing hell, things were going to get ugly if he didn't act quick. He hated doing it, but he'd raise his hand subtly waiving a gentle nod through the force, "No...no..no, I just want you to consider your prospects here..if the alliance catches you here, all the money you've made, it'll all be for nothing. I think heading off would be for the best."

The Jenet would lean back in his seat, growling, as if something came to him, "Hmm...I guess you're right. I'll have my men prepare our things, only if you free my brother from the prison camp of those slavers."

Oren would nod, "We can do that...we can definitely do that," he'd turn towards Zasha, giving her a sigh of relief. That was one party possibly neutralized, if they could find a way to get his brother freedom and convince the slavers to head out, they could possibly end the bloodshed by day rise the next day.

OOC: 10/10 for how dangerous the patrons were. 1-5 hostile, 6-10 netural, 45/100 for persuasion on the warlord.

tag: @Braden Drake