Here there be murder...

[Nevermourn]

Sooo we have a DJ, a jedi, a bounty hunter, and strangly...an assassin droid?? Anyway, thats enough for this thread, anyone else who wants to join needs to send me a pm.



A dark form stood in the doorway, clad in dark robes that almost completly hid the strange creatures face, besides the potruding black muzzle and the tremulous red eyes that flashed back and forth, watching the inhabitants studiously. For a moment it seemed he was simply a statue, then he moved, shifting his position so that he leaned against the doorway which creaked under the massive Shistavanen's weight, pitch ebony claws could now be seen as the canine's hands moved toward his side, revealing a lightsaber, but just as quickly they darted away, hiding the weapon as the canine remorsed in his mistake that could have cost him his life, especialy if there were jedi here. And so here he was, ears pricked, listening to the steady flow of music, reveling on his past of being a Dark Jedi, eager to roll in the dark future that was layed out ahead of him. His name was Satsujin, apparently the morbid name ment murder, but personally he never cared much for it's meaning, he liked it, it reminded him of blood. Growing bored Satsujin proceeded to the counter where a frightened barkeeper stood, watching him with wide eyes, but all Satsujin wanted was a small glass of water, and so it was, he raised it to his pursed lips and let the water trickle into his mouth before turning toward the rest of the bar, finding an empty seat, he sat down, continuing to eye the conversing locals cautiously.

 

[Ehrlich Mar]

"What, you can't handle anything stronger, you mangy mutt?" chortled a customer next to him. The being was a Duros male of lean proportions. He wore a wide-brimmed hat which shrouded his eyes in a veil of shadow. His lips, however, were obviously twisted into a sickeningly self-satisfied smile.

"This," he chuckled, "this is how you drink." Tilting his head back, he swallowed a tumbler-full of amber-colored liquid and, after shaking his head violently, placed the glass back on the counter. Sighing contentedly, he leaned back so as to see the Shistavanen better. His angular features and withered face were now made visible, and glaring from beneath his hat stared two horribly bulbous eyes, shimmering red in the dim light of the cantina.

Earlich Mar (for that was the Duros' name) had, as usual, identified the flaws. All of them. The dull eyes, the grizzled fur, and the lightsaber revealed so clumsily at the door. "He's a dumb brute," thought the bounty hunter, coldy. "Probably killed a Jedi for that blade, no less. Stinking fiend."

After staring for a couple of moments, the Duros leaned forward over the counter, again immersing himself in shadow. "M'name's Mar, vermin. What do your littermates call you?"

 

[Nevermourn]

"What, you can't handle anything stronger, you mangy mutt?" chortled a customer next to him. The being was a Duros male of lean proportions. He wore a wide-brimmed hat which shrouded his eyes in a veil of shadow. His lips, however, were obviously twisted into a sickeningly self-satisfied smile.

"This," he chuckled, "this is how you drink." Tilting his head back, he swallowed a tumbler-full of amber-colored liquid and, after shaking his head violently, placed the glass back on the counter. Sighing contentedly, he leaned back so as to see the Shistavanen better. His angular features and withered face were now made visible, and glaring from beneath his hat stared two horribly bulbous eyes, shimmering red in the dim light of the cantina.

Earlich Mar (for that was the Duros' name) had, as usual, identified the flaws. All of them. The dull eyes, the grizzled fur, and the lightsaber revealed so clumsily at the door. "He's a dumb brute," thought the bounty hunter, coldy. "Probably killed a Jedi for that blade, no less. Stinking fiend."

After staring for a couple of moments, the Duros leaned forward over the counter, again immersing himself in shadow. "M'name's Mar, vermin. What do your littermates call you?"

The Duro was right, of course, he wasn't very smart, and would never be classified as wise, his feral looking features only helped to reduce the charm, but he never actually cared especially when ripping out throats with the fangs that gently potruded from the side of his jaws, or tearing off arms with his brute strength and massive claws that now hung loosly at his sides.The only time he ever actually used his lightsaber was when fighting jedi.
The canine chuckled, his voice raspy and sinister, Mar had not pointed out all of his flaws, and he supposed that was something to think about. "Excuse me, but is that any of your business?" Satsujin growled in a warning tone, he wasn't sure he could trust this Duro, he was on a hostile planet, for what reason, he had no clue, and this...Mar, may very well be an agent of the Jedi. Anyone that proposed a threat to him here was likely to get a knife in the throat.

 

[Ehrlich Mar]

"Everything is my business" said Mar, slowly. "Though I don't have to know everything you've done wrong in order to convict ye', do I now, punk?"

Mar slapped the bar lazily with his palm as he stood up, waltzing over to the wolf's table with gusto. "Wanna know something about me?" he asked, leaning offensively close to the Shistavanen's muzzle. He did not wait for a reply. "I was here to find work. Hee-heeeee-hee-hee! Story of my life, eh! Say, speakin' of stories, I've got a good one! I've met dogs like you on the streets before. Nice, fuzzy little targets, aren't they? I like the way they smell when they light up; course, I would if I had a nose. Can't ye' just see the rings painted on 'em sometimes? I remember I managed to get one in the stomach sometime yesterday around noon. Ha! It sat there for close to fifteen minutes chewing on its guts trying to sever the pain! And there I was, pissing myself laughing! Hahahahaha!"

"But you know," he said, suddenly serious and sober, "I can almost see a target on you, come to mention it. Usually I leave the rodents alone; they aren't worth my time. But the dogs, the 'big game' so to speak; I always take a crack at those. You think you're something special, don't ya', mutt? Think you've got streetwise, do ya'? If your IQ was half that of the pooches I shoot on a regular basis, you would have kept your head down, done your business, and scurried on out with your tail between your pencil-legs. But you come in and drink water. You don't have a point being in here. So, unless you have business besides lapping up rain, then get lost."

Mar's voice had grown steadily quieter, becoming a mere rasp by the end of his tirade. He glowered into Satsujin's eyes, conveying his intense dislike.

 

[Nevermourn]

"Everything is my business" said Mar, slowly. "Though I don't have to know everything you've done wrong in order to convict ye', do I now, punk?"

Mar slapped the bar lazily with his palm as he stood up, waltzing over to the wolf's table with gusto. "Wanna know something about me?" he asked, leaning offensively close to the Shistavanen's muzzle. He did not wait for a reply. "I was here to find work. Hee-heeeee-hee-hee! Story of my life, eh! Say, speakin' of stories, I've got a good one! I've met dogs like you on the streets before. Nice, fuzzy little targets, aren't they? I like the way they smell when they light up; course, I would if I had a nose. Can't ye' just see the rings painted on 'em sometimes? I remember I managed to get one in the stomach sometime yesterday around noon. Ha! It sat there for close to fifteen minutes chewing on its guts trying to sever the pain! And there I was, pissing myself laughing! Hahahahaha!"

"But you know," he said, suddenly serious and sober, "I can almost see a target on you, come to mention it. Usually I leave the rodents alone; they aren't worth my time. But the dogs, the 'big game' so to speak; I always take a crack at those. You think you're something special, don't ya', mutt? Think you've got streetwise, do ya'? If your IQ was half of that of the pooches I shoot on a regular basis, you would have kept your head down, done your business, and scurried on out with your tail between your pencil-legs. But you come in and drink water. You don't have a point being in here. So, unless you have business besides lapping up rain, then get lost."

Mar's voice had grown steadily quieter, becoming a mere rasp by the end of his tirade. He glowered into Satsujin's eyes, conveying his intense dislike.

Satsujin could have done anything, he could have jumped up and severed Mar's head in just a few seconds, he could have ran from the bar, not wishing to attract the attention of a Jedi, snarled, growled, barked, or even returned the insult, but instead, he did something unexpected, something he had rarely ever done before, he laughed, it was a hearty laugh filled with joy and amusment, but it didn't matter, a laugh was a laugh. Clear presperation glazed his eyes as he struggled to breath, it took him a few moments to recover and every now and then a snort would part his lips.
The canine looked up into the bounty hunters eyes with a hint of affection. "You know what? I like you, you impress me, and just so you know, I do enjoy shooting at other dogs, it has become sort of a hobby to me, actually. My name is Satsujin." He mused with a humorous tone.
The facts were practically laid out on the table, he was scared of being overrun by jedi, even somewhat scared of the grandmaster and of fire, but he was not scared of this Mar guy. As a matter of fact he appraised him, the smaller male was challenging and brave, even a bit charming and mostly intimidating, which suprised him, most people don't simply waltz up to Dark Jedi and start slinging insults. It would likely be the jedi who was the last to sling something, a lightsaber, and all to often, that resulted in a head rolling off some idiot's shoulder.
Of course while his eyes were trained on Mar, his clawed hands strayed to his lightsaber, all this guys insulting could attract someone that didn't need to be attracted, and prison was the last thing this wolfie wanted to experiance. He parted his jaws slightly to taste the air for anything that actually posed a threat, gently prodding at the civilians with his mind to see if any were force sensative.

 

[Ehrlich Mar]

Mar was taken aback by the good-natured tone with which his ultimatum had been greeted. Usually he ended up with something more dramatic than this. "Well," he said, "I'm glad to hear we have a sporting practice in common. So, Satsujin, if you didn't come here to drink, what'd you come for?"

Earlich continued to eye the wolf warily, slowly taking a seat. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he jolted excitedly. "Ooh! Wait a minute!" exclaimed Mar, reaching for his belt. Then he calmed noticeably. "There, now that we both have our hands on our weapons, we can move on. You were saying?..."

 

[Nevermourn]

Mar was taken aback by the good-natured tone with which his ultimatum had been greeted. Usually he ended up with something more dramatic than this. "Well," he said, "I'm glad to hear we have a sporting practice in common. So, Satsujin, if you didn't come here to drink, what'd you come for?"

Earlich continued to eye the wolf warily, slowly taking a seat. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he jolted excitedly. "Ooh! Wait a minute!" exclaimed Mar, reaching for his belt. Then he calmed noticeably. "There, now that we both have our hands on our weapons, we can move on. You were saying?..."

Satsujin couln't help it, he laughed again, wheather or not it was meant as a joke didn't seem to bother him, it was funny, so he laughed. The canine flashed his fangs in a friendly smile. "Well, I came here to watch and to listen, always ready to catch up on the actions of the Jedi, I suppose, and getting drunk would not have helped at all, it would have just made things harder by clogging my senses." He stated with glowing eyes. "Obviously you are not bothered with that same burden, why are you here?" The beta male asked curiously, repeating Mar's question.

 

[Ehrlich Mar]

Mar also chuckled in spite of himself. "Well at least have a drink, even if you don't plan on consuming it. Honestly, didn't you ever attend college?" He smiled, leaning back in his chair to contemplate. "Well," he said, truthfully, "I had been hoping to receive work, as I said before. I've been examining all the major cantinas for people with grudges to keep. People are getting too civilized for their own good nowadays.

"Work isn't easy to find in my profession anymore. With the war at its peak, all the important folks are getting killed. That and I can't exactly trounce up to someone and say: 'excuse me, but do you know any gits that you'd like me to knock off?' Mind you, with the luck I've been havin' it's almost worth a try...

"Seriously, though, you've picked a strange place to look for Jedi. If there were any then half of us would have been arrested by now, excluding me'self of course. Why here of all places?"

 

[Nevermourn]

Mar also chuckled in spite of himself. "Well at least have a drink, even if you don't plan on consuming it. Honestly, didn't you ever attend college?" He smiled, leaning back in his chair to contemplate. "Well," he said, truthfully, "I had been hoping to receive work, as I said before. I've been examining all the major cantinas for people with grudges to keep. People are getting too civilized for their own good nowadays.

"Work isn't easy to find in my profession anymore. With the war at its peak, all the important folks are getting killed. That and I can't exactly trounce up to someone and say: 'excuse me, but do you know any gits that you'd like me to knock off?' Mind you, with the luck I've been havin' it's almost worth a try...

"Seriously, though, you've picked a strange place to look for Jedi. If there were any then half of us would have been arrested by now, excluding me'self of course. Why here of all places?"

Satsujin pricked his ears, angling them toward Mar, he quickly slipped off his hood so he could hear better, exposing his hideously scarred, jet black face. "It seems that nowadays Jedi hang out in the most strangest of places, I suppose thats their way of being secretive, but the dark jedi have caught on to this technique and have actually gotten some good chunks of info just by hanging out in criminal infested clubs, despite our refusal to drink your brew." He said in quiet tone, chuckling at his end statement. "I am also sorry to tell you that I don't have any jobs, nothing important anyway, you were right, you know, about all the important people getting killed." He added quickly, trying not to neglect Mar's statement.

 

[Ehrlich Mar]

The Duro examined Satsujin with mild interest, as though looking at the difference between two brand labels. His face was mashed and fearsome; the stuff of twisted stories told to children to make them behave. Alas, this man was a nightmare come to life. Mar had witnessed many horrible faces before, but this was borderline grotesque. "How morbid..." he thought to himself.

Earlich did feel compelled to answer the brute, however, and he did so as best his mind allowed him. "I didn't expect you to," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "As a general rule, I avoid threatening future employers when able.

 

[Nevermourn]

The Duro examined Satsujin with mild interest, as though looking at the difference between two brand labels. His face was mashed and fearsome; the stuff of twisted stories told to children to make them behave. Alas, this man was a nightmare come to life. Mar had witnessed many horrible faces before, but this was borderline grotesque. "How morbid..." he thought to himself.

Earlich did feel compelled to answer the brute, however, and he did so as best his mind allowed him. "I didn't expect you to," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "As a general rule, I avoid threatening future employers when able.

Satsujin swiped his gray tongue over his grim jaws, once his tongue had been a bright pink, until it was burned when a detonator exploded about two feet away from his now crooked jaw. Sometimes he embraced the scars that marked his past, other times he was furious with himself for allowing such morbid mutations to fall upon his body. A few red runes on his robes grew radiant as anger pooled into his blood red eyes, fueling the power wards along his arms, these wards allowed him to store strength so that when he grew weak, he could use the wards to pick himself back up again, but his supplies were limited these days and the wards could only be visible as red runes along his robes. "Well your quite the character, I see that look in your eyes and your right, I am a brute, but reflect upon your own past. Though your not mutilated as I am, im sure you have given more then a few people a scare, eh?" He said calmly, calming himself once more.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

A tall Cathar standing around six and a half feet tall opened the door to the bar. He had just gotten some leave time from a mission on behalf of the jedi council and thought it best to relax a bit, mingle with the crowd. For some reason while out on his walk he felt the need to go to a bar, not of course one for drinking much it seemed to be the force.

Stranger things had happened. The lionesque tail swished back and forth as he let out a slight growl and a fanged grin to the bartender. "Correllian ale, if you please." Mikal said pulling out a few credits. He wasn't dressed in the traditional jedi robes taking a more militant stance since his time and participation in the wars. The only thing he found the robes useful for was being singled out as a bigger threat. Instead he simply wore a tight fitting shirt and slightly baggy cargo fatigues. Just baggy enough to successfully conceal a lightsaber or two from sight within reach on specially made pockets just at hands length on his hips. He leaned against the bar noting the various oddly dressed folks in the bar as he waited to be served.

 

[Nevermourn]

A tall Cathar standing around six and a half feet tall opened the door to the bar. He had just gotten some leave time from a mission on behalf of the jedi council and thought it best to relax a bit, mingle with the crowd. For some reason while out on his walk he felt the need to go to a bar, not of course one for drinking much it seemed to be the force.

Stranger things had happened. The lionesque tail swished back and forth as he let out a slight growl and a fanged grin to the bartender. "Correllian ale, if you please." Mikal said pulling out a few credits. He wasn't dressed in the traditional jedi robes taking a more militant stance since his time and participation in the wars. The only thing he found the robes useful for was being singled out as a bigger threat. Instead he simply wore a tight fitting shirt and slightly baggy cargo fatigues. Just baggy enough to successfully conceal a lightsaber or two from sight within reach on specially made pockets just at hands length on his hips. He leaned against the bar noting the various oddly dressed folks in the bar as he waited to be served.

Satsujin felt something strange, familiar, but strange, as if a powerful life source had entered the room, he smelled the newcomer, heard him to, but scanning the crowd he could detect nothing, despite his limited sight it was obvious someone was here. The canine gave a warning growl and unlatched his lightsaber.

 

[Ehrlich Mar]

Earlich did not outwardly seem to notice the new arrival, and though his hand was still upon his blaster he continued to speak in his usual fashion. I suppose I've scared a few folks in my time," he said indifferently. "Then again, that's what the law is supposed to do, isn't it? I'm really more like an expedient, more efficient law enforcer than anything else."

No one could have guessed what was going through Mar's mind to hear him speak, but inwardly, he had calculated very precisely the details of virtually everyone who had entered since his arrival some hours ago. The new visitor was subject to the same intense scrutiny. "Tight shirt, baggy pants; due to erect posture and style of clothes, possible ex-military; pays beforehand and unfamiliar with bartender, indicating he is not a usual customer. 280-300 pounds and mean with it. Satsujin is upset by his presence, meaning possible force sensitive or Jedi. Major hazard overall."

 

[Nevermourn]

Satsujin shifted slightly so he could have room to swifly ignite his saber without it ending up in Mar's face if the need came, but he tried to remain casual. His eyes were trained on the newcomer he had just found a second ago and it was now obvious he was force senastive. He turned his attention back on Mar and shrugged. "Then who do you work for if your a law enforcer? If I must say myself, your alliance is to yourself, you track and kill for money no matter if your target is innocent or guilty. And I bet your good at it, eh?" The Shistavanen replied loudly, as if he hadnt even noticed the newcomer. I won't attack unless he does first. He thought to himself.

 

[Ehrlich Mar]

"Only the best, on all counts," said Mar, swelling with pride. Suddenly, he began to chuckle once more. "You're trying to butter me up," he wheezed, utterly bemused. Then he reclined at ease upon the flexible spine of his chair, which shifted mutinously beneath him.

"Y'know," he said, stoically, "you make my line of work sound very distasteful with all of your talk of 'innocence'. Don't you know that all targets are guilty? That fellow in the corner, for instance." He gestured with his bony fingers to jovial-looking fellow playing sabacc. "He looks like a half decent chap, I suppose. But I'd take him in an instant, because somewhere in his past, he has done or thought something to deserve a blaster up his rear. The same applies to every man, woman, child, and enigma; they've all got it comin' to them."

"And don't give me no crap about a child never having the chance to commit wrong. Because some day, when they're older and meaner, they will. I'd just be sparing them their corrupt future. There isn't anyone under the stars who isn't evil, boy; when you've chewed on life more thoroughly then you'll realize I was right."

 

[Nevermourn]

Satsujin sighed. "You know, I come from the planet of Uvena Prime, if you know where the planet is, it just so happens to be the Shistavanen homeworld, and lemme tell you, the planet is feral, independent, you might say. It's inhabitants are almost always just as wild as the planet itself. It was there that I learned innocence is just a burden, chains holding you back from the true freedom of life. Personally, however, no matter how true your statement is, im not sure I care wether some kriffing fool is innocent or guilty, if he is in my way, im going to kill him." The canine answered politly.

 

[Natise]

The door flew open, nearly coming off its hinges but not quite. A robed figure skulled through the bar, dragging a repeating rifle on the ground with his right hand, and shoulder bumping anybody who happened to be in his way. He reached the bar and took a seat. He lugged the rifle up onto the counter in front of him, and removed his hood. Beneath it was, an assassin's droid head. He looked around at all the patrons who were giving him funny looks.


* Threatening Statement: If their is anything that I can do for you people, I recommend you tell me now, before I jab those bloody jelly filled sight givers out of their sockets. *

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

A rough growl, feral and ferocious was all that was heard as Mikal swept into motion, nearly immediately pulling out his lightsaber and a blue blade instantly appearing with a snap-hiss while bringing his other hand up using the force in an attempt to push away and crush the repeating blaster. Better to keep the droid working, that way it can lead back to whomever owns it.

 

[Nevermourn]

Satsujin leapt out of his chair, his hand racing through the air as he struggled to mend with the force, trying to jerk the jedi towards him and away from the droid. His face was twisted in a feral snarl as the meter high shistavanen flashed enourmous fangs, massive clawed hands snatching his red saber from the canine's black belt, but not igniting it. "What do you think your doing?" His sinister voice cackling through the air like a whip, his tone sharp and stern.