The Clandestine Cantina

[Rimrald]

A three-tier cantina built into the remnants of a defensive wall, most of the old city long forgotten. The old fluorescent sign lay by the entrance and the ruling crime families on
Orvax IV left the small space port and cantina to attract the less savory of clientele of the galaxy to conduct business.

(This thread will serve as a 'meet and greet' for any and all criminal characters looking to build their rolodex of contacts!)
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Wyr'ren tipped back his chair gazing out the large window that spanned the wall in front of him, to his back was the rest of the cantina, a small market on the first and the second housed a number of food vendors and tables almost like a café. Around the table were seven other seats only his was occupied, swilling his rock glass and sipping on the sugar filled juice. He had gotten a tip that this was the place to be if one was to get his name and face out into the underworld bounty hunters, smugglers, human traffickers, arms dealers. The whole lot of the deals were being brokered in plain conversation all around him as he sat, weapon out of its holster and cocked then placed on the table in front of him with his bag he awaited someone to take a seat as he watched the small craft come and go from the port across the way.

 

[Dankar Maple]

Taking a look at the sun as if it would be his last, a man dawning white Mandalorian armor with a vibrosword on his back and a 4C blaster at his side stepped into the 'cantina', though he believed it was far too nice to be considered such. He had abandoned his clan, forsaken his legacy, and needed money, thus he came to such a shady place as the Clandestine Cantina. He was a killer for hire and trying to build that reputation in the galactic underworld and try to get better hits. When someone needed someone killed, he asked no questions and killed without remorse. He went straight to the third floor, knowing the more shady dealings happened up there and not wanting to waste his time. Scouring the room he noticed several people negotiating weapons deals and other business, as well as one lone boy sat at a table facing the window. Sarac chuckled. This kid was far too young to be caught in a place like this. He made his way to the table, sitting across from the young man and clearing his throat.

"Aren't you a bit young to be in a place like this? There are some nasty folks here. Thieves, murderers, terrorists." Sarac asked, not bothering to hide his Mandalorian accent or even remove his helmet.

 

[Rimrald]

"Aren't you a bit young to be in a place like this? There are some nasty folks here. Thieves, murderers, terrorists." Sarac asked, not bothering to hide his Mandalorian accent or even remove his helmet.

His view now blocked by the large clearly Mandalorian man, Wyr'ren smirked from behind his glass, exposing his golden canine for a moment before setting the glass down and looking the man over. He began to speak
"Aren't you a bit lost.. Shouldn't you be hiding somewhere dar'manda don't usually show their faces.." Taking another sip of his drink he rested his other hand on his blaster firmly before shooting the man a firm look awaiting a response

 

[Sarac Bralor]

Sarac grinned from behind his helmet, though the boy wouldn't be able to see it. He was certainly quick witted. "Rogue Mandalorian's gotta eat, my skills seem to be valued by the shady lot residing in these pits. Call me Bralor. If you need someone killed or just beaten I'm the one to do it without questions." Sarac told the kid, sitting down at the table and removing his helmet. He was clearly tired and stressed, evident by the bags and dark circles under his eyes. "I'll kill anyone for a price. Men, women, children, Jedi, Sith, Senators, corporate big shots, or even other Mandalorians."

 

[Rimrald]

Watching the man remove his helmet he offered him a drink, calling someone over to refill his drink and get the man one as well.
"Well, I'm not in the market for killers... I need contacts who can get me weapons, droids, ships, and a harder to acquire resource" Trailing off as not to show his hand.
"Ah where are my manners, Wyr'ren Rimrald, entrepreneur."

 

[DEC-1BL]

A humanoid figure, clad in heavy, bright yellow and black armor walked in. His steps were heavy calculated and decisive, this was one of his usual pit stops, to refuel his ship, trade in scrap to refine into other scrap that's worth a little more, the gank eyed everything and everyone from under his masked face. He walked towards the bar and lightly dropped credit chips onto the counter and directed his glance to the barman.

"Dhiuox'a mee bu pankpa, ciheu fa an bkhea fa che cohka." He said in fluent huttese, those good in the language knew he was talking about refueling a ship, and stripping another for parts, his accent was a dead give away that he was not a human either, and for some that knew the armor, he was easily tagged as a Gank. The barman, took the huttese currency and made them vanish under his clothing.

Without a hint of tact, the gank turned around and scouted the room, easily noticing who were the big shots, and who was the low end criminal scum. He leaned against the bar and kept scouting the room, listening in on conversations about deals that could easily be duped, or done better...or better yet.

If attention was brought to DEC-1BL, the most noticable thing about him was the large caliber sound rifle on his back, the armor on himself and the sheathed vibrosword on his leg, none of them were out of their sheath, but they all stood in locations easy to reach, he seemed ready for small scale warfare yet, none of the fodder near him dared approach him, there was always an uneasy feeling about him, as lamb didn't approach the wolf.

 

[Sarac Bralor]

Sarac chuckled. "The two often come hand in hand. I kill someone, I take what they've got on them. I never use anything I take from a corpse. When the body is found their property becomes hot and it's expensive to get it 'cleaned'. I've got some blasters and a droid or two. What are you in the market for?" Sarac asked, then turning to the server and ordering a Ne'tra gal.

 

[Rimrald]

Picking up his refiled glass, with a short sip he turned to thank the woman only to notice heavily armored hulking figure speaking in a foreign tongue that the bar tender recognized. Looking him over he saw many weapons and no noticeable weak points, then the thought shot threw his head 'if it gets weird in here I hope he's on my side..' (@DEC-1BL)

Turning back to the table he listened to the mandalorians words, then offered forward what he was in the market for.
"Well as far as weapons go Z-S-8's, Lance-II's, they're affordable enough to outfit a number of people with but their still reliable.. I carry one myself." He said while holding the blaster up momentarily then setting it back down
"As for droids, I can get the utility ones cheap enough from a space port or a scrap swap.. But i'm in the market for two droids, an HK-47 and an HK-50 two of the same or one of each doesn't matter to me." Taking another sip of his drink he looked past the man once again at the spaceport rocking his chair back onto two legs slightly. (@Sarac Bralor)

 

[Darkwasp]

She had always hated that people tended to refer to this dump as a ‘cantina’. She had seen it as nothing more than a seedy food court. The bronze skinned beauty sauntered confidently into the large area; her eyes scanning the various tables. She wore her usual jumpsuit, an outfit that seemed to display more skin than it attempted to cover. A 434 blaster pistol nestled itself comfortably on her left hip, which hung at a position, for those extremely observant, that gave away that the buxom pilot was left handed.

She seemed to spot what he was looking for. Her walk was exaggerated; carefully designed to attract and maintain the attention of anyone whom glanced in her direction. She oozed confidence, placing a gloved hand on table where a shady looking man sat. The man was obviously lost in his thoughts, because he jumped and shifted when she shifted into his line of sight.

”Your goods have been safely delivered.” she stated.

The man smiled brightly; pushing a credit chit across the table. Bahati glanced at the chit, as she scooped it up and shoved into her pocket. She nodded and turned to travel to one of her vendors.

 

[DEC-1BL]

DEC-1BL answered the onlookers glance with his own, attempting to look at the man straight in the eyes with his own, the mask he wore putting an emphasis on the danger he represented. The gank didn't seem to be willing to be the one who starts the trouble, but he'd have no qualms ending the trouble if any came up. He had been following that pair's conversation for a short time now, it appeared that an exchange was maybe happening in that part, maybe a deal.

DEC-1BL let out an amused scoff, and smiled at the situation, a disowned Mando trying to make small change on some backwater planet in an even shadier 'cantina'. He pushed himself off the bar, without ordering anything else and walked towards the table, as if he had something to offer them, but he was stopped, dead in his tracks his head turned. Any thought of the pair around the table gone up in smokes when a bronze skinned beauty walked in and stole the air from within his lungs.

Its women like these who end up running the world. He thought to himself, sizing her up from head to toe, taking in every single detail he can as he feels his armor becoming more and more confining. Taking back his more natural demeanor he turned back towards the table and decided to take a seat across the table from the man who seemed to be the one 'buying' and not the mandalorian thug who was offering his services. He simply sat and stood there silent, obviously listening to the conversation but not adding in anything of his own. He thought he could offer the pair something, but he wanted to be sure before adding in his own input.

 

[Sarac Bralor]

Sarac was surprised by the ambitious Zelosian's request. "Looking for HKs? Some risky business there, kid. Assassin droids are hard to come by and very expensive. I haven't got any myself, but you could hire a team to snag some if you locate them. If the pay is good, I'd volunteer for a suicide mission like that." Sarac replied, taking a sip of the sweet, black ale. He took a look around and noticed the heavily armored Gank. "A lad like that is sure to attract attention to himself, walking around armed to the teeth. He'd be a good one to have for a job like this. Anyways, for weapons I've got a couple of disruptors and a disintegrator or two. I think I have a riot blaster from a prison guard."

 

[Rimrald]

Still back on two legs Wyr'ren glanced over as the woman who had just sauntered past the trio leaned forwards to retrieve her credits. Now rocking dangerously far back he began to fall, reaching out to grab the table with his free hand the chair came forwards fast enough to make a loud thud against the ground. With that gaining the attention of those near by, and without skipping a beat he merely looked at the exotic woman noticing the placement of her weapon and said
"I knew lefties still existed, just didn't know there was another good looking one besides myself.." With a smirk he jostled his shoulder holster, placed on his right side as to be cross drawn with his left hand.

Glancing back towards the other two briefly with a slightly agitated having to look away from her briefly saying
"That isn't suicide, just gotta get your hands on some of those electro magnetic grenades then find someone who owns them HK units, I have a guy who can reprogram and reformat.. The only dangerous part is ya know, getting close enough to toss the damn things at 'em"
Quickly spatting the words out to refocus at the woman

(@Sarac Bralor @DEC-1BL @Darkwasp)​

 

[Sarac Bralor]

"You know, you don't even need an HK droid. All you need is the programming codes, the programs themselves, and the inhibitor datacards to protect your information if it's captured. Any droid will do, and a common protocol droid would never be suspected. I've heard a rumor that Czerka has their hand in HK production, but I can't confirm." He told him. The Mandalorian raised an eyebrow to the Zelosian, then looking back to see what had caused him to lose focus. Taking note of the lovely woman, Sarac noticed that she was left handed, which Wyr'ren confirmed. "You look like the kinda gal who can handle herself. What's your area? Larceny, arson, assassination, bounty hunting, sabotage, slicing?" Sarac asked the woman.

 

[Darkwasp]

Bahati whipped around at the sound of the loud bang that echoed through the ‘cantina’. Her hand moved toward her gun instinctively, but never grasped or drew the weapon. Several other patrons reacted to the noise; some of whom got into a shoving match, because of the interruption of a particularly uninteresting game of Pazak. A crooked smile formed on the buxom brunette’s face, as she watched a brown haired, green eyed, man recover from nearly falling over.

"I knew lefties still existed, just didn't know there was another good looking one besides myself." He said, simply ignoring his previous action. He was a man after her own heart; If you don’t acknowledge it; it never happened.

She smiled at the man. Her brow furled as men at the table continued to discuss the acquisition of HK assassin droids. She was by no means no expert on the units; but she did know that they always seemed to be in the company of extremely powerful and dangerous individuals.

"You look like the kinda gal who can handle herself. What's your area? Larceny, arson, assassination, bounty hunting, sabotage, slicing?" a particularly armored individual with a familiar accent asked.

”Who me? I’m justa business woman: acquisitions, consignment, and discretionary transport.” she remarked with a sly smile. ”What’s your deal?” she quickly retorted.

 

[Sarac Bralor]

"Nothing special, really. Just another lowly thug trying to earn enough to eat for a day. I specialize in murder, though. Can't call myself an assassin, not graceful enough, but I'll hunt and kill whoever I'm paid to kill." Sarac answered. "Not a scratch on you. I take it you're either smart enough to keep out of fights or can dodge a bolt?"

 

[DEC-1BL]

The gank remained calm and silent at the table, still interested in the direction things were going. He rose both of his thumbs under his chin and rested his head on them, listening to the conversation, and appreciating the view that was given to him so generously by the woman. He was intrigued by the brash, and obvious way of talking of the mandalorian, a people he had grown to know to be honorful and prideful, this one seemed lacking in both of those staple departments of the stereotype attached to the way of his people.

Turning his glance to the man who had been leading the conversation, the man who seemed to be juggling around with money up to this point. "I Disagree" He says, breaking his silence, but not his stillness. "You can turn any trashcan into an assassin droid, but an actual assassin droid will have the frame and the built in strength to carry out the mission its protocols are built for." He said with a growl in his voice. It wasn't that he was trying to be aggressive, but that his voice was naturally like that, raspy and often sounded like a growl because of his feline heritage. He lowered one of his hand onto the table and lightly tapped his index against the table, again and again, waiting for a reply.

Meanwhile the Mandalorian spoke to the woman and she replied as bluntly as he had asked, and it astonished the Gank how easy people threw information around here. He listened in as she sent her own question, and he set himself back to listening in.

 

[Rimrald]

Calling to the bar maid he had his drink topped off and she moved to the others present, then sliding a chair out with his foot he motioned for the woman to sit. Extending a hand he said "Wyr'ren Rimrald, the man with the plan.."
Turning to the armor clad large man who spoke "Yea he gets it, they're built for the task, and if you cant tell I'm not starting a daycare.. Criminal enterprise and such."
Then directing the question to the three present "So if any of you have any ideas as to where I might be able to find said droids I have the capital to float for help acquiring them."

 

[Darkwasp]

Bahati’s eyes widened, as the… Mandalorian, possibly?... openly admitted to murder. Even in the shadiest dives, people tended to be more ambiguous about their trade. She couldn’t tell if it was cockiness, confidence, or just trust in the individuals that surrounded him. The mocha skinned smuggler merely smiled mischievously in response to the man’s query about her flawless skin.

The green eyed man pushed a chair out and introduced himself, while the heavily armored man continued to discussion the specifics of assassin droids.

"Wyr'ren Rimrald, the man with the plan.” He said, offering his hand.

Bahati immediately shot him a look that seemed to plead with him to never use that tagline again. ” Bahati Rhen,” she responded; accepting his invitation for a handshake. ”I hope ya have more than one plan.” she quipped, with a bright smile.

”I don’t know why ya guys have a fascination with assassin droids, but those things are quirky as hell. They only have loyalty to one person. And even then, they tend ta debate orders given ta them.” she began; sitting down in the chair offered to her.

She waved away the waitress, before changing her mind and calling the woman back. She ordered a very expensive Corellian Brandy. Pushing her chair from the table, she skillfully balanced it on its back legs and kicked her feet up onto the table.

”What do ya fellas need an assassin droid for anyway?”

 

[Sarac Bralor]

Sarac could tell she was surprised how easily he admitted to his crimes, though it was in fact cockiness that allowed him to say so. If someone wanted to snitch, they'd be dead before they finished the call. "Well, Rimrald, you're best chance is to ask a Hutt and back the question with spice. The spice is to keep them from killing you. Second best chance, find some programmer nerd who works for a droid developing company, more often than not they know where to find the illegal software and schematics." He said, taking a swig of his ale. With the woman now sat with them, he got a much better view of her.

"Can't imagine what brought such a vixen down to a life of crime. You'd do well with your looks, that's for sure. Modelling, dancing, or the less decent options. Guess it doesn't matter, though." He asked.

 

[Rimrald]

Shooting the man a look he piped up "You'd do well not to talk to a lady like that, I dunno how you did things on Mandalore but this aint home killer." Taking a sip of his drink he resumed a normal tone saying "Like I said, Ive got the development side guy once we snag an HK or two.. And to answer why I want them is simple, protection of my coming enterprise!" With a smile he sipped his drink again and gripped his blaster tightly