Cruising through the Black Market (Open)

[Jorax]

*Coronet City, the jewel of Corellia, was not only the capital of one of the most beautiful planets in the galaxy, but also one of the few planets where some of the most powerful and influential members of the Black Market met from time to time, making their shady deals in the background and living life off of illegal deals and wealth. Meeting every now and then to show off their wealth and their newest treasures, today was one of the few days that a Black Market Auction would take place at Coronet City.

Lucky for Tyran, he had officially be Knighted and the freedoms that came with it was more than refreshing. It was quite relieving, and in the same way, more frustrating. Now a Jedi Knight, there was more expected of him, but he was also allowed a lot more freedoms than when he was a Padawan. One of the few freedoms that he was allowed was to visit his family. It had been 5 years since he saw his family last, and seeing them again brought so much happiness and warmth in his life that he always wondered what it would have been like to become a mechanic rather than a Jedi.

Sitting in the diner, he realized how many people started their adventures in these sorts of settings. Someone would always find an adventure in a cantina, cafe, bar, whatever. Was this a Jedi thing or did barfights always lead to something more. Eating his eggs and toast, Tyran kept his eye in the man in the corner. If his predictions were right, that would be his informant for getting to the Black Market. Funny how the Jedi Council turned a blind eye towards Tyran's dealings in the Black Market. His dealings in the Black Market always created something that benefitted the Jedi, but it was still shunned upon. Still, there were just some things that the Black Market provided that legal commerce didn't, and today's agenda needed to get some Black Market parts for his newest project.*

 

[Emma Lou]

Meara was bored. She was tired of sitting and waiting for her training to begin. She needed to get out and do something. Anything. This need to do something led her to a small diner that just happened to serve her favorite foods and drinks. It was perfect for her.

She had decided to wear something a little more modest than usual. Instead of her strips of cloth and leather, she opted for dark blue pants and a short-sleeved cropped light blue top. It was not real modest, but enough so that she did not look like a prostitute. Her fire red hair fell over her shoulders in almost perfect ringlets.

She walked into the diner and looked around the diner. It was one of the nicer places she had eaten recently and that was an added bonus. She took a seat in one of the corner booths and ordered a small sandwich and juice.

Relaxation is what she wanted.

 

[Phil]

Valek Dagger had little reason to wear casual clothes, as he was either working on the field or working in the warehouse. But even wearing his combat suit would make him stick out like a sore thumb, and therefore wore a black long coat over his combat suit, his helmet covering his head like always. He just left the warehouse a little bit ago and was looking for a bite to eat, which brought him to this cozy diner that served some rather good food. Normally he would have prepared his own meal, but for some odd reason, he felt like just getting take out. Cooked meat and steamed vegetables suited him well, and he had plenty of milk at his house, as he had never drank a drop of alcohol, knowing such liquids would do damage to his body then help it.

After placing the order, he went into one of the corners where he took a seat, placing his arms on a small counter as he waited for the food to cook. Most patrons in the settlement know of Valek and never really questioned him or asked others about him, so he had little to worry about others bothering him.

 

[Jorax]

*Tyran's eyes diverted over to the miss who just walked in. She was quite pretty...but the Jedi did not like couples in their hierarchy even though love was not forbidden in their teachings. It might have been her red hair, or maybe just the way she drew attention to herself that Tyran caught himself looking at her just for a moment longer than what he had expected. But there was business to attend to, and his informant had already walked over to his booth and sat down, placing his briefcase on the diner table.*

"So then...are we ready? Do you have the money?"

"Well, are the items I requested being sold?

"Yes, yes. Of course they are being sold or else you and me wouldn't be doing business right now. However, I need an initial bid and..."

*The informant slipped a piece of paper to Tyran. This would be where the auction would take place. It was also how much the informant was asking to get paid. Lucky for Tyran, he knew the Force.*

"You will not remember this conversation, me, or that you were here this morning and leave right now."

"What are you talking about?"

"You will not remember this conversation, me, or that you were here this morning and will leave right now."

"I will not remember this conversation, you, or that I was here this morning and will leave right now."

*Then the informant rose up, took his briefcase, looked funny at Tyran, and left awkwardly, as if he didn't know what happened. In the meantime, Tyran looked at the piece of paper, committed the information to memory, and began to finish his breakfast, sipping on his warm coffee and looking outside to appreciate the sunny day.*

 

[Emma Lou]

Meara watched the deal go down and smiled. She finished her sandwich and stood. It was only a few swift movements until she slide herself into the mans booth.

"That was slick"

She looked up, her green eyes staring into his.

 

[Jorax]

"I'm sorry?"

*Tyran looked up and found the woman he was eying sitting right in his booth. Hopefully she hadn't noticed that he had been staring at her as she walked in. Tyran felt like a stalker at that moment, but he knew that the other males in the room had done the same. However, now that this woman was sitting in his booth could be taken as a good or bad thing.

Playing dumb, Tyran knew that he hadn't been that loud, but still, the woman questioned and commented on his 'slick' move. What was her objective, or more importantly, who was she? Maybe there was more to the woman than met the eye.*

 

[Phil]

He never saw it, but the hair on the back of his neck rose as a silent, but obvious disturbance was about in the area. Valek lifted his head up slightly, looking in the direction of where he felt it, and saw a man with a briefcase leaving a table, walking in a strange manner with a confused look just as he saw a woman approach the same table. After meeting with the woman named Amaterasu, his view on other things seems to have heightened, as has his seeming connection with the magic called "The Force". However, it was still acting on it's own, it was an untrained animal acting on instinct. Valek needed it subdued or brought under control.

He knew the disturbance came from the man at the table, and that he did something to the other who had left. Turning his head torwards the door, he could only catch a glipse of the table through his helmet's ocular lens as he attmepted to see what further acts would happen there.

 

[D.C.]

The hunger was silenced by a good meal, and Quentell enjoyed it. Hell yes he enjoyed it. He drunk the water he had ordered with it and sat back, daydreaming about some unimportant things. Then suddenly he was brought back to reality like someone had been hitting his head. He blinked with his eyes a few times and then he shook his head. He looked around the room and his eyes stopped at a quite interesting scene. A Force-User using a mindtrick on another man. It looked like they were completing a deal or something.
Then a good looking girl got up from her seat and moved towards the Force-User, he could sense the Force in this girl too.

Now what the hell's going on? he thought.

He felt another concentration of the Force nearby. He looked around and saw this individual too. This one was wearing a black longcoat and seemed to be watching the mindtrick guy and the lady as well. But his connection to the Force seemed to be so raw... Untrained.

How interesting... he thought and he decided to keep watching these persons.

Why is it, that everytime I get something to eat or drink in some cantina or restaurant, I always encounter weird situations... I wonder what's going to happen this time...

 

[Emma Lou]

Meara laughed and tossed her hair to one side. She was not stupid and had her fair share of illegal activity. Hell, she had worked for the Skeleton Guard. He was good looking and obviously a Jedi. It was the way he sat and presented himself, the way he felt in the Force helped too.

"Jedi and the Black Market?"

Her voice was low and her green eyes bore into his as she raised an eyebrow. She knew when people lied.

 

[Reactive]

Emily hesitated and nearly froze as she glanced up from her nearly finished up plate. Only scraps remained. She looked at what appeared to be a Jedi? She was not sure though. She watched carefully with interest, straining to hear but sadly failed. She wanted to know what a jedi was doing down here anyways. It was quite rare, if at all, to catch one in a place like this. She frowned as she could not listen in onto the conversation between the unknown man and another woman.

The plate slid slightly forward as Emily finished her food, now full. She just kept a glance from her eye on this 'Jedi'. Not all Jedi are bad, she reminded herself in her head, there is no proof of what has happened. Besides... some have saved my life more than once... Emily leaned back into her booth, keeping a steady hand next to her sniper rifle which sat next to her.

Though she didn't plan on using the weapon in public, even in private she didn't like to. She just watched with a lazy eye at the group trying to read body language but was horribly failing to. She frowned to herself and just sat and waited to see what there was to happen next.

 

[Phil]

OOC: Er... is Jorax gonna post, or has he been around since last post?

 

[D.C.]

OOC: Yeah, I guess he should post next. I can't do anything now.

 

[Phil]

"Mister Dagger? Your order is ready." The lady behind the counter said, presenting a small box on the counter. Valek suddenly snapped out of his thoughts, turning around to face the lady who spoke, rose from his seat as he took his box, giving a slight nod as he turned to walk out, already paying for the food. As he walked past several patrons, he started to head towards the door when he passed the supposed Jedi who used his mind trick earlier. And that was when it happened.

As soon as he passed the Jedi and stepped outside, a painful migraine struck his head, powerful enough that it made him stagger as he placed his right hand over his helmet. It was happening again, when ever he got close to them his body would feel different, his mind would heighten slightly, and sometimes that "Force" aura that existed in him would act up. Taking in a breath, he leaned against the wall inback of him as he tried to wait for the migraine to settle down, but no signs of it ever came.

Were they stalking him? No, of course not. Valek, for all the people he killed and missions completed, never did harm to the Jedi or that new cult called The Ospions. But why was it then that he would always wind up near them? Perhaps it was Destiny... or something else...

 

[D.C.]

The sensitive wearing the longcoat exited the building.
Quentell glanced at him and back to the Jedi. He figured this Jedi did not interest him, but the man with the longcoat and the helmet. Who was he?

He stood up and payed for his food.

Quentell stepped out of the building and looked around. Where did he go?

He shut his eyes and reached out in the Force. He sensed more people but finally he sensed this strange man with the longcoat. He turned around and there he was, leaning against a wall. It seemed like his head was hurting.

He glanced at him and wondered about him. He had a strong connection. When trained, he could make a great Force-User.
Quentell had brought some people into the Order before and decided to try it again.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you OK?"

 

[Phil]

"Step... back... Jedi..." Was all that came out of the man as he held his head slightly, feeling the pain worsen slightly when this new person. The tone in his voice seemed without any feeling, but there was a hint of slight pain in them. He released his hand from his helmet, looking foward to see who it was who was asking him if he was alright, and saw it was a young man. Mustering all his strength, he ignored the headache to see if this man wanted something.

"That is close enough. Who are you?" Valek asked.

 

[D.C.]

"My name is Quentell Xall, and what makes you think I am a Jedi? I am not."

He wanted to know what was going on with this man. Did Quentell's force aura hurt him? If so, why? And why did this man ask him if he was a Jedi?
Answers, was what Quentell wanted.

 

[Phil]

"Then you are one of those who wields that magic then, not aligned with the Jedi, I presume." This man must have been like the woman he encountered before: Someone who was not a Jedi, just someone trying to get by like he was. The closer he got to the man though, the more painful it got in his head, so he decided to stay against the wall where he was.

"Your presence, along with the other inside, causes me pain when I approach you. It causes... that power... to act on it's own will..."

 

[D.C.]

"How is that possible?"

Was something trying to hurt this man? Why would the Force act so strange? Was the Force too much for his body? Was there so much Force flowing through his veins that his body could not take it?

"I don't understand what you are going through, but you must be connected. You have a strong connection indeed. Who are you?"

 

[Phil]

"Valek Dagger, I run a small factory in the Industrial district here on Corellia. I am telling you this because you seem to be someone who has an idea of what I endure. And you are?" Valek crossed his arms, not as concerned with this mans name yet, but he has seemed to be more intelligent then the others he met who referred about his condition. Perhaps this man could be the awnser to all of his problems...

"I do not know what exactly is wrong, only that I have endured this since I was young, and every Jedi I encountered said the same thing you have."

 

[D.C.]

Quentell looked around the area and saw people passing by. He did not want anyone to overhear their conversation.

"I want to help you, or at least try to explain things to you, but I feel we cannot talk here. Not here. If you know a place where we can speak in private, then we should go there. I don't want others to overhear this."