[OPEN to DarkNet] The New 'Net

[Zigara]

Nabassk's clap reached Jechtral's ear and he promptly nodded, and bowed slightly in appreciation. "So what'll it be lizard man?" He'd wait to receive his request and whip it up deliver to the table for the trandoshan. Once placed he offered him a smile, "Don't hesitate to ask anything of us." Now would be the chance Nabassk could ask a question, but the night was young and if he didn't want to now he could ask later. He'd provide any answers to him before moving back to the bar.

And now Daemon caught his attention, he offered up a wave to the man in the suit, a common sight for him given their encounter. The mission on Nimia was a little rocky but they got through it. Eventually the two would have to work back-to-back to get off the planet alive. Jechtral knew of Daemon's abilities and appearance as Daemon knew portions of his life but didn't know his true appearance as he never revealed himself as 'Helios' - when they were face to face Daemon was simply told Jechtral was one of Helios' agents. Jechtral kept the secret identity just that, secret. His slicer name was known in the underground and anyone who'd gotten involved in slicing likely heard the name in one fashion or another. It was a reputation he painstakingly created over the years. Soon though, soon he'd reveal his identity to the folks who would be his extended family and true allies. "Good to see you. The environment isn't that toxic around here." He chuckled as he approached him and offered a handshake. "Please, take a seat or pull up to the bar - let me know if you want anything." Jechtral hadn't seen Daemon inspecting the sign so he offered no acknowledgment as he move through the cantina.

He turned to follow the young Mandalorian-Echani slip past and move to Astra. He did catch the cold look the boy made when he eyed Daemon just a moment ago. He thought a moment about speaking to him but instead decided against the idea - at least for now. But, as a good host he did offer a beverage and he didn't expect it to be alcohol, "Welcome. If you're looking for something to satisfy your thirst, please give me a summon; oh and the control for one of the projectors is just beyond the counter - I can get it for you if you'd like."

Jechtral was just about to return to the bar when he heard another voice introduce themselves - which was quickly swallowed up by the sound of a surprised Tyler. He looked at the sniper and followed his gaze to Astra before looking back to the sniper. "Uh..huh..well.. Welcome friend. Find yourself a seat and as Kannick said, find me just over there should you seek something to suit your tastes." Given the shock, he figured he'd wait to actually undergo introductions - he figured he better let things settle and he can come to him should he wish it.

He strode across the floor and back to the bar, he hopped over and behind the counter. It was the quickest route for the moment, he could feel the mandalorian approaching the bar behind him. Like a good host he turned and gave a smile, "I appreciate the compliments good warrior; just a small thing I like to do when it comes to that drink. A Corellian whiskey, 'eh. We can certainly do that. On the rocks or neat?" Jechtral would receive the answer promptly and he'd pour the whiskey to the man's taste. "Jechtral, Jechtral Stargrave. Proprietor of this establishment; I appreciate your arrival."

Jechtral had made note of his brother as he moved from guest to guest, he made note of the names he brought up but he'd wait for a proper introduction on each.

Now, after the drink delivered his eyes rose and peered at the newcomer... another female, he might have to put on that host charm of his. This one was interesting. Her eyes were glowing, clearly the sign of implantation or cybernetics - she was clearly uneasy and technically he figured it would be his duty to set the person at ease. She got in because she was a new recruit, that point was obvious so that helped his intent. He looked back and Kaz, gave a polite nod and excused himself for a moment as he stepped up to the new girl. "Ah, yet another weary traveler seeking to set their mind at ease and wash away the day's problems." He offered a friendly and warm smile intended to offer comfort. "But you found this place on this night, clearly you didn't come just to scope out the scene." He placed both hands on the counter near but not on her hands. "Tell me what I can pour you and I'll get it served up, exactly as you like it."

 

[QwibQwib]

Nabassk stared down at his drink, letting everything that was told to him by Jechtral sink in, Darknet.. an organization that he had not even known he had signed up for by just getting help on acquiring a ship. But he did not regret it one bit, for it was the purpose that interested him deeply, making information free to all would most certainly benefit the Trandoshan. No longer would he need a Master, or some hidden holocron to better himself, it would be as public as knowing that Hutts were slugs.

So he drained his drink slowly, putting the cup down when it was empty. His eyes drifted across the Cantina, resting on the man who would be his boss right now he most definitely needed a Master. So he finished the little bit left of his drink and got up, trudging over to the LOCK overseer, he smiled friendlily down at him "Hey uhm, Mast-" Nabassk paused, Kriff.. he thought to himself, good Kriffing job.

Nabassk stared awkwardely down at Kannick for awhile then, eventually he sighed through his noise continuing, ".. Sir, I was uhm, wondering if I could talk to you about something, you are to be my overseer, and you have a command of the force so I was wondering, do you teach? If you don't that's fine but... Everyone needs a teacher right?" At least until this factions goals are achieved, then I will require no teacher.

The thought was absolutely perfect, complete independence. It was an idea that excited him deeply, of course everyone else would be able to rise with this independence, but he didn't care, it was all about him at this very moment.

 

[Phoenix]

“On the rocks,” he responded, and the bartender, Jechtral he had said his name was, poured it for him. He picked up the drink as the man excused himself with a nod to go talk to one of the other newcomers.

He took a sip of the whiskey and the spicy, wooden flavor filled his mouth. It was a darn fine drink. It was at this point that he made his way over to the young looking boy that had, only moments ago been speaking Mando’a.

He appeared to be echani or Arkanian, Kaz wasn’t sure which, but the light hair and pale skin certainly gave it away that he was one of the two. ”Evening. My name’s Kaz, he greeted the Echani.

He could see now that there were splatters of blood on his clothes. If he was in fact Mandalorian, as Kaz suspected, then he knew two things: first, the boy was already old enough to be fighting, since Mandalorians started fighting typically at about age thirteen and training before that, and secondly, the blood probably wasn’t his own.

“I’d hate to see the other guy,” he said inclining his head toward the younger man’s clothes. “If I’m not mistaken, I heard you speaking Mando’a moments ago. Are you Mando’ade?”

Kaz hadn’t run into very many other Mandalorians since leaving Mandalore following the civil war, and if he managed to meet some now he would consider himself lucky, they were few and far between now in the galaxy.

 

[Pyromaniac]

Jeeto giggled and bounced on the counter and said, "Whis-key! Whis-Key!" Smiling, he waited a bit and watched everyone enter. The blue haired woman was very pretty, he thought, and so was the cyborg girl who he thought just winked at him. The males, however...

Scary.

Most seemed Mandalorian, and Jeeto went to analyze each of them slowly. They seemed friendly enough for the group they were a part of, but violence was still evident in a few bloodstains, or simply by their demeanor. Jeeto acted like a fool, but in honesty, he wasn't as stupid as he seemed.

Taking off his cloak to reveal his mis-matched armor and arsenal, he continued to watch everyone. His armor was built for functionality, not aesthetics, as was evident by the fact it looked like every piece was from a different set of armor. It was lighter, and protected his tiny body, and that was why he had it. His blasters in their thigh holsters, tool belt of slicing and repair equipment, and his brand new bandoleer of explosives stood out, as did the bowcaster on his back. The bandoleer itself had enough explosives on it to send this entire room sky high, but the Neepo didn't seem to care about that thought as he removed the Remote from his belt and activated it. Freshly scrubbed of scorch marks and with a new angry face drawn on to it, it beeped to life and hovered near the Neepo.

Jeeto removed his bandoleer and placed it on the counter beside him. He only did this for three reasons: when he slept, showered, or was putting trust in to another person. The Neepo was paranoid, but J-J had proven worth trusting- though Jeeto had not expected this- and since these apparently were the teammates of J-J, he supposed he'd give them a shot.

Jumping down, he rushed over to the new, red eyed lady and waved his hands above his head, bouncing like a toddler wanting to be picked up. Putting on the most adorable puppy-dog expression he could muster, he waited to be held. Normally, he would never let a stranger pick him up like this, but with his explosives being close by- and with his Remote with programming to set them off in the case of Jeeto's demise- he decided to take a risk. Besides, her cybernetics intrigued him, and due to his curious nature, he wanted a closer look.

 

[Flying Blind]

Kannick payed little attention to the newcomer, mostly because he was skid dish around this Sith. He wasn't entirely sure if she remembered him, but he definitely remembered her. He had only caught a glance of her, but he was certain he had seen her during his time as a captive Padawan by his informal master Derk who had fallen to the dark side. For that reason, because so many bad memories were associated with the Sith, he stayed away for the time being. He sat at a table alone trying to figure out who had recruited her. Just then a light bulb caught on I'm a kriffing idiot. He told himself. He had recruited her, but only under an alias. Now he knew why she was here. Which meant he probably had to introduce himself.

He took a swig from his drink Jechtral had made with his little show, and worked up the nerve to approach her. At least, he would have but Nabassk intercepted him. He turned to the Trandoshan patiently, since he seemed to still be a little uneasy. He caught the almost use of Master, and laughed mentally to himself. I'm not a master of anything. Pissing Jechtral off maybe, but not much else. Regardless, he let the Trandoshan continue. It was a valid question, as was an important one. Good, slightly lacking in confidence but smart nonetheless. He smiled at the Trandoshan and said "No need to call me sir. I'm no Sir. Call me Kannick. Of course there will be teaching. Just not as official as with the Sith or to some extent the Jedi. I'll try my best to guide you, mostly in concealment and combat though. Those are my areas of expertise. Don't worry, Nabassk, soon we'll be training over in the Pit and I'll get a sense of what your style is." With that, Kannick gave him a pat on the back, still having unfinished business with the Sith.

He took a deep breath. Aided by his implant, and approached her. Jechtral had beaten him to it but he still had to say something, still wondering in the back of his mind if she'd recognize him. His hair was a different color now, which probably killed any chance of it, but the Force worked in mysterious ways. Not always for his benefit. "nice to see you made it, miss. I'm Kannick. Like my brother said any drinks can be provided by himself, I'm kind of just hosting the party, I'll bring you the drink or anything else you need just let me now. Oh, and just for clarification, I'm the one you know as Wraith. I believe you'll be working with Punkyr, she's the one over there with the blue hair." He gave another smile, probably the hundredth of the night and left. Could've been worse. He told himself, but he also told himself he could've been smoother.

 

[Noctyr]

When Kannick moved to pat the boy on the back, let alone touch him at all, he moved away quickly, a bit closer to Astra, and gave Kannick a wary look. It appeared that Kannick was friendly, but Veran was getting very nervous, especially with the large amount of non-Mandalorians everywhere. It was something the boy was not used to. This was a truly alien world to him. In fact, Veran almost instinctually thought of several ways to stab Kannick repeatedly before moving out of his reach. Break his index finger as his hand approached, twisting uppercut to the gut, and then perhaps use his vibroknife to stab between the ribs into the second intercostal space for one of his lungs. If Veran tried that and succeeded, Kannick would likely suffocate to death.


But these were thoughts that naturally came to the kid's mind. As messed up as these thoughts were, it was these thoughts that helped keep him alive.

"It's.....Veran.....my name is Veran...."

Veran spoke basic fluently, but that didn't mean that he enjoyed using it. He much preferred to speak in Mando'a.
Then Jechtral commented to the young teenager, explaining that there were drinks available.

"Welcome. If you're looking for something to satisfy your thirst, please give me a summon; oh and the control for one of the projectors is just beyond the counter - I can get it for you if you'd like."

Veran recalled something that Astra said about alcohol. How a little bit made things "clearer" and made him "more brave".

"The taste isn't the point. It makes things clearer, and it gives you courage. It can also help you to forget things you don't want to remember." She paused for a moment - right, probably shouldn't try to make a little alcoholic. "That last one is only in large doses. You should probably just stick to a little bit here and there, and only if you feel you need to be a little more... loose."

He didn't know exactly what was considered a lot of alcohol, but Veran decided he would request some....but then had second thoughts.

Yes, alcohol....it'll make me....braver! But....will it be poisoned?...No.....maybe? Gahh! I don't know.....

His immediate thoughts were of the implications behind accepting a drink from a stranger, but Astra seemed to be at ease in this environment, and so Veran figured that if she trusted them....then perhaps he should relax a bit. Still, without his beskar'gam, things made him all the more nervous. While in his armor, he had his jetpack and a ridiculous list of hidden weaponry. Without the armor, Veran felt more vulnerable, especially without his jetpack. That wasn't to say he came unprepared. Veran had all sorts of hidden weaponry on him, even while in formal wear. Two Merr-Sonn Q4 blaster pistols, a 12 inch long vibroblade, a 5 inch long vibroknife, two tracking devices, a smoke bomb, and six thermal detonators. And humorously enough, none of it was really noticeable.

"I'll have a-alcohol...."

He was unsure of himself when he spoke, considering he didn't know any of the different types, nor how much was a lot, or too little. All he knew was that Astra saaaaaid it would make him braver, and that was all the reason he needed. Kaz, the other mandalorian in the room, then approached Veran and asked if he was Mandalorian. It bothered Veran a bit that he hadn't spoken in Mando'a, instead opting to use basic, but then again, Astra didn't use Mando'a around anyone but Veran himself anyway. At least Veran hadn't seen her do that. Veran figured it was simply because of necessity.

"Ni su'cuyi..."
Translation: "I'm alive..."


In Mandalorian culture, affirming one's status as being alive was a form of dark humor and a way of greeting fellow Mandalorians. Because their culture was a warrior culture, death on the battlefield was expected as the primary cause of death. A Mandalorian couldn't ask for a better way to die anyway...

When Andromeda walked in, the boy immediately tensed up. Veran had half a mind to draw his pistols right then and there until Jeeto the Neepo ran up to her with what appeared to be an insane amount of explosives strapped to his body. Veran's fingers twitched upon seeing her.

Darjetii....., he thought while looking at Andromeda....but looking at the neepo, Veran couldn't help smile and giggle a little bit. His laugh was lighter toned and a bit melodic even- Echani were known for the plesantry of their voices. It probably a bit surprising to everyone else in the room: here was a bloodstained kid in formal wear, laughing at a neepo strapped with explosives looking just about ready to hug a Sith.

"Haha!~"

Veran did note that there was a jedi here too.....the trandoshan had a lightsaber as well, but didn't seem as....ominous looking.

Probably a jedi that recently defected or was exiled, Veran thought.

Veran also noticed the sniper who let out a large cry of confusion upon seeing Astra, but right now, his focus was more so on the sith and the neepo strapped with explosives...

 

[Zigara]

Jechtral was a little happier than he had expected. Here he was, watching their creation slowly rise up as the rag-tag band of aliens shuffled into the cantina... his cantina. He gave him a sense of pride, no bloodshed had really happened between these fellows and despite the mix-match of folks; Jedi, Sith, Mandalorian, Nerds, Neepo, Warriors, and so much more. He was impressed and he watched the festivities unfold before him, he watched as Kaz moved to try and talk to others, he watched as Kannick floated around like a social butterfly. Before he'd gone to speak with Andromeda he had received a drink order from both Jeeto and the Mandalorian kid, Veran. Jechtral noted how tense Veran had been so he figured he'd best play it safe and out in the open.

"Jeeto, on the rocks?" He grabbed a small glass from under the table, he already had the Corellian whiskey on the table so he gave the bottle a quick twirl with his hand and poured it to Jeeto's specifications. He placed his hands on the rim of the glass before telling Jeeto to catch as he slid the drink across the bar - if Jeeto (or Andromeda) didn't stop it it'd slip just slightly passed where they were - not spilling a drop.

Now he watched Veran, "Alcohol you say? Guess you've been talking to Astra." Jechtral tapped his chin, "I really shouldn't... you look kind of young to be drinking. I'll make a compromise though." He hoped to get Veran's attention - when he had it, if he had it he hopped the boy would watch him walk over to a shelf and pull down a container, of juice. Red in colour. He brought it back over to the young lad and set it in front of him, he moved down a bit and picked up a glass, fresh off the rack and set it beside the juice. He did this slowly and very obvious, he wanted to boy to know he wasn't trying to mess with him or do anything malicious. He now grabbed a scoop of ice filling the glass a quarter of the way. He pulled up the hose and poured in some carbonated water - the bubbles bounced and fizzed about as they mixed with the ice. Next he brought up a bottle of Shesharilian Vodka and gave his cocktail and dash of it, pulling a stirring stick up be swirled it around; the ice and stick tinging against the glass before he finally removed it and push the drink forward slightly. "You Mandaloarians like your drink but I don't think at your age you should hit it hard; or at all but - this juicetail is more healthy then intoxicating, you'll probably get a slight buzz. I don't know how bad it'll be for you though as I don't fully know you. Call me Jechtral, Veran. Nice to have you here." He turned his head slightly to look at Astra, "You better watch him, you're like his mother now." He gave her a wink before he moved along the bar.

He now waited expectantly for Andromeda to speak, offering her a smile.

 

[Phoenix]

Kaz had found it interesting that the younger man had chosen to speak in Mandalorian rather than basic. While he was fluent in both languages, he found that most of his business was conducted with those who did not speak the language of his people, but if the kid preferred Mandalorian, Kaz could certainly accommodate.

Gar jatne emuurir at jorhaa'ir o'r mando'a?
Translation: You prefer to speak in Mandalorian?

Kaz noticed that the presence of the woman at the bar, the cyborg, seemed to be making the younger man nervous, but the Neepo didn’t seem to have a problem with her. He certainly seemed to want a hug from her or some sort of thing.

He turned his attention back to the younger man, still interested to learn a little bit more about him. He didn’t seem particularly open, which was something Kaz himself understood quite well, but he thought he’d try anyway.

Cuyir gar echani? Pehea'd gar kyr laam olar o'r dhanet
Translation: Are you echani? How’d you end up here in DarkNet?

That was his better guess because if he wasn’t mistaken Arkanians only had four fingers, and he looked to have all of his digits. He looked a little nervous as he ordered his drink and Kaz hoped he wasn’t so jumpy as to shoot someone or anything like that.

Maybe he had reason to be nervous. If these people had met in other circumstances it likely would have ended in violence, but apparently not here.

 

[Flying Blind]

Despite the little hiccup with the Sith, the party was going great. Already seperate conversations were forming which was always a good sign. Pretty much everyone was here, so he kept going by taking pictures. He was sure that from here on out they would be Ina much more serious setting, but he was glad he had convinced Jechtral to throw this party. Finally it would be Kannick saying 'I told you so', something Jechtral usually had the exclusive pleasure of saying. It was good that any awkwardness was worked through. Everyone in the cantina was a smart individual. They all knew too well that trust was expensive in the galaxy. They all had backup plans, some obvious some hidden. These skills meant they would all serve the DarkNet well. He took another picture, this time getting everyone to fit on the screen.

He scanned the forming crowd for a moment getting a feel for each of them. The little one named Jeeto would no doubt be the joy of DarkNet for the foreseeable future, and he made it a mental note to ask how Jecht got in touch with such a creature. He should also talk to Jeeto soon. Moving on, he had already spoken to Nabassk the Trandoshan and he was eager to learn more about him and hopefully form a bond with him as they progressed as Overseer and Member. There were several Mandalorians present, probably thanks to Astra, which he was sure was a good thing. He had heard a mix of good and bad concerning Mandos, but they seemed to be loyal people in general, and he liked that. Wether they became loyal to DarkNet as well would be determined soon. The older one, Kaz seemed to be casual enough that he blended in as soon as he got here not at all awkward like some of the others. Even with his full combat armor he seemed to come off as casual, which Kannick was sure it was hard to pull off.

Then there was the younger one, Veran. He had also talked to this Mando, but only briefly. He seemed edgy, as well as young for a member of DarkNet. He had mixed opinions on this person, but figured he was just overly paranoid. He could sense it in the way he spoke and his tense short responses. No amount of smiles could ease that tension, so he figured only actions would help ease the young Mando's worries. There was the Sith Andro, whom he had just spoken to and right now was being pestered by a hilarious Jeeto to be carried. It was a funny scene, so Kannick snapped a picture of it as well. He figured he couldn't talk to Jeeto at the moment, nor Kaz since he had just begun speaking Mando'a with Veran. Kannick was struggling to understand any of it.

He walked over to Jechtral now, seeking a familiar face to talk to after all the meet and greets so far. "And you thought it was a stupid idea. Who's laughing now?" With that, he let out a hearty laugh. "I'll give you a hint, he's the better looking twin in the cantina with a smile on his face." Kannick pointed to himself now, boasting a bit since he rarely had a reason to do so. "I'm gonna keep this party going, I'm going into the storage room to get some of those party games out." Just another quirky add on to the party that would no doubt break any ice that had yet to melt away. He made his way over to the backroom, making sure the party was still going fine before ducking into the small room.

He grabbed several of the games. One was a limbo set up, with the limbo bar in the shape of a Lightsaber, complete with little lights on the inside to make the beam glow adding to the effect. He also grabbed one of Jechtral's books which was filled with drinking games. He grabbed a list of truths and dares, and in addition grabbed a toy bow caster and training remote to give the more trigger happy something to practice shooting. He came back with a bin full of party games, hiding them behind the counter with a wink in Jechtral's direction. The party was going great which pleased Kannick. With any luck, it would only get better.

 

[skyggedal]

Bana's arrival to Kal'Shebbol was as uneventful as they come; Having negotiated a more than reasonable fare on a passenger freighter headed for the planet, she'd spent the length of the trip socializing with the others as necessary, while being nothing more than another forgettable fellow traveler.

She walked out of the spaceport with her traveling bag slung casually over her shoulder, walking purposefully as if she'd been there hundreds of times before. Excitement put a little bounce in her step, but she kept it under control. Her search for employment had brought her here, and she'd done some research before they touched down. The cheap room she'd pre-booked was waiting for her as she arrived at the dingy pay-by-the-hour motel, and she only spent as much time in the room as she needed to change clothes, taking care to erase every trace of her passing, both physical and digital, as she left.

Now wearing a hooded, black coat with a classy cut over a short, black dress with gold embroidery that hugged her body to emphasize all the right parts, accompanied by thigh-high black stockings and comfortable black boots, she got into the waiting droid-manned landspeeder, placed her traveling bag on the seat next to her, and gave the droid their destination.

She had time to check and do minor touch-ups to her makeup before they reached the building with the illuminated sign proclaming it as "The Void", and she sauntered up to the place as if it was the most natural thing she had ever done in her whole life. Her instinct told her to be wary of new places, yet at the same time she had an idea that this place was good.

Bana gave the password she had been granted, then found herself walking into a cantina where the party was already started. Lowering her hood, she looked around at the gathered ensemble, impressed that they ranged from a trandoshan to a ... neepo? She thought perhaps Jhazuq, her old Master, had eaten a few of those in his glory days. There were a couple of Mandalorians, what might be a Sith... it was like she was back home in the Hutt's court. Except this neepo was carrying a whole arsenal's worth of explosives and was definitely not about to let itself be consumed.

The sign welcoming them all made her smile, both because it was very cute with all the colors, but also because of the intriguing promise behind the DarkNet label. "Hi, I'm Rhyme," she introduced herself with a pleasant voice, undoing her coat and placing it over her bag, which she carried over one shoulder as she moved toward the bar.

 

[Flying Blind]

OOC: I know I just posted, but I'm gonna respond to Rhyme anyways! Lol. Just assume this happens after your characters finish their conversations :)

IC: Kannick felt another presence in the Force long before she entered The Void. With the party supplies still hidden away behind the counter, he made his way to the door. As he expected, his other recruit showed up. He knew a little about her, but not enough to greet her like he knew her personally. Regardless, he smiled at the newcomer as she stated her code name. He laughed out loud for a change as he came to greet her. "Hello, Rhyme. I'm Wraith, that's Helios, this is Punkyr, over there is... Nah I'm just messing with you. No need for code names when you're face to face. No one can slice into your voice to record it." All the others had introduced themselves by real name, so there was no point in going by aliases at the party. He gave her a little shove and called out over the noise that was slowly picking up around the cantina. "Hey everyone, this is Bana Cosun. And just to be clear she is late!" He laughed to himself, noting a few of the others joined in.

He had yet to see Bana in person, and she was much more... fit than he had imagined. Sure most jedi were lean, but everything about her spoke what would best be described as 'Come At Me Bro'. Among other things which he didn't want to point out. Without her knowing it, Bana had just given him the best way to kick off the party games. "Do you know what happens when you're late? What happens is you automatically volunteer! Haha!" Just for sake of effect, he used the Force to draw out the Lightsaber limbo game. "The rules are simple Bana," He began talking only to her now as the others wrapped up their own conversations. "You just have to lean back and go under the bar without touching it. Simple right? Well... It's not as easy as it sounds. Just to add some skill to it, the bar will be constantly moving down, meaning the longer you take the harder it'll be."

After he explained the rules he set up the game with Bana right in front of it. Thankfully, with a little help from Jechtral and Astra the others began to line up behind her. "let the Lightsaber Limbo begin!" and with that, he turned on the fake lightsaber and let Bana kick off the party games.

 

[TheSilentWind]

She had been there, been in the cantina where they would meet. Darknet was a faction that she didn't know much about but she respected, mostly because the group opposed the Imperium, and they were planning on affecting the Imperium by using one of her favorite methods, slicing. Aura was highly proficient at slicing. After all, having practiced it for nearly two decades, the Mandalorian had mastered the ability to its highest levels.

"Apologies for being late. I had some issues." she stated. To be more specific, the issues she had were mostly getting of Naboo but she had been able to get dressed, and remove anything that has associated her with the battle. As far as she was concerned, no one hear would know about her affiliation to the Rebellion.

"Anyone want to have me catch up on what has happened so far." she stated. She didn't know any members in DarkNet except for Kannick. Aura had been happy to accept her invitation to join the group, seeing that her skills would be extremely useful in the group.

 

[KrakenDaWhip]

OOC: Lots of stuff since I last posted. In an effort to keep my post as high quality and least rambly and long as possible, I'll only be reacting to stuff that directly involves Daemon for this post


IC: The boy that had come in didn't seem to be overly fond of Daemon. He had already glared at him, and he could guess why. The subtle motion of him grazing his hand across his waist wasn't missed, but ignored. No matter how ballsy the twerp was, he wasn't THAT brave. With a cold stare no one could see, Daemon turned back to the rest of the group.

He removed his attention from the boy as he was greeted by another man, apparently one of the ringleaders of the operation. the remark about the sign made Daemon grin. It was getting really annoying not being able to use his expression to interact with people, and he considered unclasping the bottom part of his mask, which would expose his face. Deciding to remain masked for now, he simply nodded as the man excused himself from the conversation. He couldn't really blame him, Daemon reasoned that he must have looked fairly unsettling.

Thankfully, Jechtral addressed him next. He already had experience with Jechtral after he had assisted him in escaping Nimia, after he had planted explosives and caused a minor worker rebellion. Laughing at the remark about the toxins he says jokingly "You never know, I heard some of the drinks you make could kill a weaker man. Surprise me, whatever you recommend I'll have." With that he walked up the bar, plopping down and pulling out his datapad, fiddling with some of the settings.

While sitting, he DID catch Kannick use some peoples codenames, glancing at them as he did it.

With a start, he saw that he had looked at Jechtral when he said Helios. Looking quickly up, he nearly choked on his own breath. he had said he was one of Helios's agents, but he was the man himself? The shadow of the holonet? Every slicer who was anyone knew about him. Well, I have something to tell the boys back on Bastion! he didn't take in too many others, but spoke up quietly, just enough to be heard if someone was actively listening. "Crypt" it was his new codename, in this underbelly of the net, his mantle, the name that the Imperium would soon fear.

 

[Pyromaniac]

When the glass slid towards where Jeeto had been, he quickly climbed up to the stool and grabbed the drink, downing it like a shot in one gulp. Despite his size, and apparent cuteness, he had a large mouth like all Neepo. Winking to the blue haired lady, and then waving to J-J with a, "Nee-bro!", Jeeto jumped back down in front of Andro and held his arms out again, with a much more determined look on his face.

"Up, up." He said, once again putting on an adorable little expression.

His Remote floated above his bandoleer of explosives, just hovering there and seemingly to watch the Neepo carefully. Should Jeeto die, it was programmed to set off the explosives on the bandoleer, which in all honesty, was an insane amount.

He stopped from his cute expression, while still keeping his arms up, to look at Kannick. "T-Two Nee-bros?" He couldn't resist but stare at Kannick, fascination evident on his face. He would definitely have to pick his brain later.

Suddenly, it was time for limbo. Jeeto grinned, for he could win this easy. Abandoning his cute facade, he jumped into the limbo line. Oh yes, the 3'4" Neepo would OWN this game...

 

[skyggedal]

OOC: I'm off to the hospital tomorrow, so if I don't reply in a timely fashion please pretend Bana goes over to the booth with her stuff to have a drink, prefering to observe for a bit. Sorry for the inconvenience!

IC: "Fashionably late," Bana corrected Wraith with an amused tone of voice which carried quite well. She didn't mind the attention, although she'd never been one of Jhazuq's chik youngees, she'd nevertheless needed to be able to handle a crowd at times. Primarily as a concierge. She waved to the assembled 'netters with a friendly smile, then tossed her bag and coat into one of the empty booths to free her other hand. "Nice to meetcha, everyone," she finished before Wraith continued, introducing a game to her with which she was unfamiliar. The basic concept was easy enough to grasp however, and to someone of her particular training shouldn't be too difficult to succeed in. Of course, succeeding in a game like that while wearing this particular dress would be a challenge... Should be fun!

She grinned at Wraith - Kannick, she reminded herself although she was far more used to thinking of him as his nick - looking him over as the others were being lined up. It was always interesting to meet someone off the HoloNet after chatting with them, and he was certainly living up to expectations. She wondered at the scars which so clearly separated him from his twin. Maybe they'd get a chance to chat face to face later on. "Sounds like a fun game. Buy me a drink once I win?"

Once everyone was lined up and the music got going, Bana eased herself rythmically underneath the lightsaber limbo bar, bending her body backwards with what appeared to be effortless movements, the light shining off the gold embroidery of her dress to create a better play of color than she could have hoped to achieve simply by moving around normally. She was underneath to the other side easily. Of course, that was just the first round. She waited there, looking over to Kannick with a slightly raised eyebrow and a smile curling around her lips.

 

[QwibQwib]

Nabassk blinked as the man- Kannick patted him on the back, watching as he began to walk away. Well that was rather.. quick he looked around then, analyzing the environment, he had not down that since the blue haired girl walked in, the crowd was a.. diverse one, if mostly comprised of humanoids. There wasn't much disappointment in that fact, just the fact. He imagined it would be different if he was actually raised to be sensitive about his own species, but that not being the case, he just looked around and smiled at what diversity there was.

And then he saw Kannick bring out a bunch of party games, and the Trandoshan's eyes widened, interest caught. He watched as the woman who was volunteered walked up, "let the Lightsaber Limbo begin!" said Wraith and the woman- Bana began the game. How does she bend like that, wow.. Nabassk thought as she went under the bar.

He walked up then, quite quickly, excitement shining in his eyes, stopping in front of Kannick and saying eagerly "I want to try!"

 

[Flying Blind]

Kannick watched as the Lightsaber limbo began. He was worried he was pushing his luck by trying to get professionals such as themselves to play such a childish game, but patently it was just what they needed. Another 'I told you so.' That made it Kannick 2 and Jechtral 1,429. Yes, he had been counting every time his brother said it. Kannick acknowledged Aura, knowing from the HoloNet that she wasn't exactly the most party fueling person, so he let her be, but called out "Don't worry, the fun stuff is just beginning." He sent a grin in her direction and turned his direction back to Bana. He laughed at her joke of buying a drink. "Hey, if you can beat the three footer over there, I'll give you more than a drink." He laughed, watching as they lined up.

Of course, the three foot alien jumped into line, probably with an extremely unfair disadvantage, but Kannick would try and balance the playing field some way. He also noticed his own soon to be best buddy Nabassk jumping into the line as well, he W's glad to see any awkwardness was gone by now. Kannick took but a brief second to glimpse at Bana going under the bar, wondering if it made it easier or harder to be in the dress. It was a pretty dress though. Once she was through she smiled at Kannick. "Don't look at me, you haven't won yet sweetheart." Soon it was Jeeto's turn. Just to mess with the little alien, when he confidently tried to go under the bar, Kannick winked at Nabassk and lifted the little guy off the floor with the Force, much to Jeeto's surprise nearly making him hit the bar. He didn't want to cheat, so he made sure the little guy just missed the bar.

"Yikes, that was close! So weird what happened there buddy." Kannick laughed as the alien tried to figure out what happened. "Née bro two just got you!" He said to Jeeto. Looking over he realized Nabassk was up next. "Oh look out, it's my man Nabassk over here! Show me how it's done!" Kannick realized the Trandoshan hadn't played the game before so with a little push from the Force he made sure he made it through round one. As he came around Kannick winked at him and whispered as he passed "You just needed a little push."

 

[Phoenix]

More people continued to show up, and the party seemed to be well underway now. An attractive woman came in and their host, Kannick, somehow convinced her that she should be the first to try lightsaber limbo. Ever since then it seemed everyone began jumping in and enjoying themselves.

As he watched the flexible participants, the thought struck him that in reality, the idea of playing lightsaber limbo sounded like a very unpleasant proposition. If you messed up there was a bit of a chance of decapitation. His thought following that was that he should probably try not to think about things so literally. Especially at a party.

Limber wasn’t exactly one of the words he would use to describe himself, and wrapped up in a suit of armor wasn’t a great way to help balance yourself, so he had no intention of giving it a try himself, but he enjoyed watching the others in their attempts. Needless to say some attempts were better than others.

The Trandoshan tried and managed, with surprising balance, to make it under the blade. However, everyone knew who the real victor would be tonight. There would be no one that would beat the little Neepo at this game. At barely over three feet he could walk under things that Kaz could barely crawl under. A smile spread across Kaz’s face as the little alien almost hit the bar. Somehow, someway that Kaz suspected that there had been some tampering from one of the Force users here tonight. Either that or there were some major gravitational anomalies in that spot.

After his conversation with Veran wound down, he took a quick sip of his whiskey and made his way over to the other host of the evening, Kannick. “I don’t think we’ve gotten around to saying our greetings yet tonight. My compliments, it’s quite an impressive show you and your brother have put on here,” he said with a smile. Typically he would extend his hand for such a greeting, but he had found people were often uncomfortable with the notion of shaking hands with someone wearing a gauntlet.

Motioning to the people playing limbo he continued, “You seem to have been able to get everyone involved and relaxed, something I don’t think most people would be able to do with this diverse of a group.” The social aspects of things weren’t exactly his forte, but he figured being genuine was the best strategy.

 

[Flying Blind]

Kannick was still watching the game of limbo when one of the few who hadn't joined in, the other Mando Kaz approached him. "No I don't believe we have. You were preoccupied with probably the tensest one here." Kannick was still trying to find ways of getting the young Mando in on the fun. "Thanks, we had to kick out a few of the regulars to get the place to ourselves tonight." He laughed, still remembered the half sober faces of patrons that had been going to the Void regularly. Kaz seemed a bit awkward trying to greet him so Kannick it's laughed. "Oh come on, you think I don't trust you by now?" He gave the man a hug, which was a little hard since he still had his armor on. "There, I didn't kill you and you didn't kill me, was that so hard?" He laughed to himself as the limbo continued.

Kannick just nodded in silent agreement as Kaz complimented the idea of getting everyone relaxed. "Yea, everything works out this way. Secrecy and Information might be the most valuable things to DarkNet, but Trust is a close third. How can you trust a stranger in the field? Plain and simple: you can't. I've also got Twister and Truth or Dare in the box to play later if we have time." It was already well into the night and the sun had set long ago on Kal'Shebbol. Judging by his chrono it was exactly 10:00 pm. Taking the golden opportunity, he snapped another picture with his pad, this time of the line and the Lightsaber limbo, getting a perfect action shot of Jeeto showing off under the bar.

Kannick laughed. "Okay okay. I think we know who the winner is. All hail Jeeto! Lightsaber Limbo Chamion of Kal'Shebbol!" Using the Force again he raised Keeto high in the air almost to the ceiling. "Jeeto! Jeeto!" He changed getting the others to join in. Then he let go with the Force completely, sending the small alien crashing to the ground, catching him just before he could hurt himself. "Alright, sadly we all have different places to sleep at, so we'll prolly only have time for one last game. By show of hands who wants Twister? And who wants Truth or Dare?"

 

[QwibQwib]

Nabassk prepared himself to bend under the bar, he was fully ready to have some part of his body hit it, flexibility not being a trait that he was proud of. And so he even gasped audibly as his body bent much more then he thought was possible of his body the first time, he moved quite easily under the bar after that, smile on his face.

Coming around he blinked as Kannick winked at him and revealed that the reason he had won was because of his "little push" Nabassk smiled gratefully at the man, and realized something then, He liked him. It was a fact almost as surprising as the bendage, he didn't come to like many very people. Other then this man the only person he liked was Jechtral, but mostly for reasons of being instrumental in his freedom. This was different, Kannick had done little for Nabassk and still he found it so easy to like this man.

Nabassk didn't really say anything to him, just moved over to the bar, resting his arms on it, watching the Limbo game, it was unsurprising that the Neepo won, but of course with an unfair advantage, Oh well. The Trandoshan perked up once Kannick conducted a vote for the next game, Twister passed through his mind, not sparking any feelings of interest, but Truth or dare.. Oh boy, he knew of that game, and THAT would be fun. Smiling wide he raised his hand at that vote.