The Clandestine Cantina

[Darkwasp]

If looks could kill, the exacting glare that Bahati flashed in the Mandalorian’s direction would have destroyed the galaxy several times over. For the first time, the flirtatious smile and seductive eyes vanished, revealing the cold and calculating visage that lay hidden beneath. It only lasted for a brief second, but it was there. The smuggler immediately turned her gaze from the brazen Bantha’s ass; placing her focus on Wyr’ren, with a more pleasant face.

”Puttin’ the cart before the Gualaar, aren’t cha?” she said, smiling at ‘the man with the plan’. ”Ya probably aren’t important enough, YET”, she emphasized, as to not offend the man. ”ta warrant spendin’ that type of credit on protection. If ya were… I doubt ya’d be sittin’ so widely available in this type of establishment.” she continued, glancing around at some of the unsavory figures in the ‘Cantina’.

The curly haired pilot paused to check to see if her drink was arriving. A dejected look passed across her face, as she realized that she’d have to wait a little while longer. Shrugging, she pulled a deck of cards from her pants pocket, and began shuffling them. She hadn’t really thought about playing any card games with the men. It was just something that kept her occupied, as she waited for her drink.

”I do have ta say: I sure hope ya trust this man of yours. I’ve dabbled a little in some software, and I can tell ya; it takes an army of coders to crack, change, and edit A.I.s. HK droids exceedingly so. That’s why the droids are so popular amongst the more high profile individuals.” she interjected; to warn the man of his ‘man’s’ possible attempt at swindling him.

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@Rimrald @Dankar Maple @DEC-1BL

 

[Sarac Bralor]

Sarac gave a cruel grin. "And there's her true face. Behind those looks is a killer who takes no poodoo from anyone. That's a lass I could respect. I wear my true face constantly. No one has to wonder if I'm gonna stab them in the back because they know before they hire me." He said triumphantly. He truly had nothing to hide and preferred it that way. It was too much work to keep up a facade and he didn't give a damn if people knew what he was. No one was innocent in a place like this, and he could find dirt on anyone for the right price. "You can count me out of your game, I've had my fill of gambling for a while. Lost a job's profit to some Iridonian creep with a buncha tattoos. I just hope he uses the money to fix his teeth. All rotten and black like he'd never heard of a dental droid."

 

[Rimrald]

Taking another sip of his drink Wyr'ren cast a out the window before producing a small metal case, retrieving a cigarra and lighting it. He returned the case to his pocket while pushing his chair out, retrieving his blaster and holstering it he picked up his drink and motioned to the assembled group at the table.
"Follow me if youre interested, I have a man whose up to the task and already has a plan in place he just needed a team." Pausing to take a drag from his cigarra he spoke before any of them could air questions
"Jobs paying 50,000 credits per participant, and another 25,000 per droid delivered in tact. So if you're interested please follow me."
He quickly intercepted the bar-maid and placed a credit chit on the cocktail tray, with a smooth spin he turned to the table and placed the drink in front of
Ms. Rhen shooting her a smile.
(@Darkwasp @Sarac Bralor @DEC-1BL )

 

[DEC-1BL]

The gank stood silent through the whole thing, uninterested in the Mandalorian renegade, the woman was pleasing enough to look at, but she was no gank to him. He cracked his neck and stood up, remaining silent. He showed his support to the man by following him, rolling his shoulders to be sure that the weight of his weapons didn't drag him down. He was confident he could handle the retrieval of the droids, and perhaps the disassembly and reassembly, and with a bit of work, perhaps more than he hoped maybe he could reprogram them from scratch.

 

[Darkwasp]

Gently scooping up the frosted glass, filled with a luminescent green liquid, the buxom beauty held the drink to her nose. The drink’s aroma had strange amalgamation of spices and fruits; something that she had never had the pleasure of trying before. She quickly glanced about the room, searching for any non-carbon based species or lizard-like humanoids. The last thing that she wanted to do was poison herself. How embarrassing would that be; “Best smuggler in the galaxy dies, because she drank someone else’s drink”. She’d much prefer going out in a blaze of glory.

Feeling satisfied that the drink wouldn’t kill her; she tilted her head back, and allowed the full contents of the glass to flow down her throat. Her brow furled, as drink created several layered sensations. First it was sweet, then spicy, followed by the soothing burn alcohol, and finally sweet again. She looked down at the empty glass and shrugged. The drink wasn’t half bad.

She set the empty vessel on the table; sliding it a good distance away from her. She placed the cards, which had remained in her right hand the entire time, back into her pocket. Lifting her feet, she gracefully swung them from the table back to the floor. While she didn’t actually acknowledged the Mandalorian, she did consume and digest the information that he had offered about his past gambling experience.

She quickly turned her attention to Wyr’en. She wasn’t quite sure that 50-75k was worth being riddled with holes or snapped in half by an HK unit, but she kind of wanted to see where this was going.

”Color me intrigued, Mr. Rimrald.” she responded with a slight nod.

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@Rimrald @Dankar Maple @DEC-1BL

 

[Sarac Bralor]

"That's not nearly enough to risk my life for some droids. Not to mention what the droids will do if they're active. Count me out kid." Sarac replied. He placed a credit chip down to pay for his drink, finishing it off quickly before standing up. "Well, I'd say it was lovely meeting you three, but then I'd be lying." He said and left without another word. He felt something drawing him out into the galaxy, something that called him to it, and he needed to figure out what the hell it was.

 

[Rimrald]

"You wont be missed." Wyr'ren piped up as he flicked his cigarra in the mans direction
"As for you two, with some gumption in ya please follow me to meet my associate." Waving a hand he began walking to the far side of the cantina, next to the bathrooms there was a door to which Wyr'ren pushed open. The small room housed a round table, ornately inlaid with design and flourish with five chairs each as decorative as the table, and at the center of the table several different liquor bottles and a beer tap along with glasses to compliment. Sitting at the table was one man, adorned in mandalorian armor with his helmet sitting on the table, and a bottle of glengoolie black infront of him his hair pulled into a tight bun and a cigarra hanging from his mouth. The mans features were pronounced accented by his paper white hair and skin, his eyes a steel gray "So this is the team?" His accent thick, and voice deep.

 

[Versok]

A man entered the cantina,a heavy armored one,red and silver heavy armor and helmet,two blasters attached to each side of his hip,a bag that seemed to carry something heavy in his belt and an electrostaff that was attached to his back,beneath the cape that decorated the armor,when the man sat on the stool,he took his helmet off,revealing his face,a tough,but good looking Zabrak,a bounty hunter named Gareth Vimad,another man sat besides him,they didnt exchange words,but the Zabrak gave him a holo recording and a pad which had a hand print scanned,in exchange the other one gave him a credit chit and left the cantina,after that,Gareth received his drink and started to enjoy it,taking his time.

 

[Darkwasp]

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Please continue to write as if Bahati is there and listening to all propositions. I'm recovery from a pretty bad illness and I'm not quite ready to write yet. My brain is still a little foggy. Hopefully by tomorrow.

 

[Darkwasp]

Bahati scoffed at the armored man; doing little to contain the snicker that escaped her full lips. Though his verbal dissidence echoed her own internal dialog, she had considered those from Mandolore (if she had assumed his accent correctly) to be more amenable to challenges. The man was most likely a pretender; faking the accent in order to attract clients who were impressed with the Mandalorian heritage.

"You won’t be missed." Wyr’ren responded to the rude man.

”Ouch.” she said quietly, giving Wyr’ren a wink and a smile.

The bronze beauty followed the man into a private room within the ‘Cantina’. The room was more auspiciously decorated than the rest of the dilapidated enclosure. On one side, of the circular table, a Mandalorian sat. Bahati audibly sighed. She couldn’t seem to get rid of this particular species of human from her life. Every time one walked away, another seemed to take its place. The smuggler and thief waited, and looked toward Rimrald to make the necessary introductions. She considered having a seat and helping herself to some of the exotic libations that waited at the center of the table… but she thought better of it.

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@Rimrald @DEC-1BL