Trouble On Corellia (OPEN)

[D.C.]

On a clear night on corellia, a small vessel landed in the space port. The doors of the vessel opened up and a Kiffar man appeared. He wore a black shirt, brown baggy pants and a black hooded robe, with the hood up. He also wore a belt with a blaster attached to it.

He had long black hair and gold/brown eyes and a black tattoo on his left cheek. He walked down the ramp and stepped onto the floor of the docking bay. A few employees moved over to him: "Good night, sir! Welcome on Corellia. Is there any thing we can help you with?"

"Sure." The kiffar answered. "Fuel my ship up, but keep out of it."

"Alright, sir."

After all the things were arranged and the kiffar had payed the fee, he exited the space port and stepped into the city known as Coronet.

There were many flashing lights and a lot of speeders cruising through the air. People were walking through the streets, probably going to bars and cantinas.
He walked through a street.

First of all... he thought, time to eat something. He entered one of the many cantinas.
The place was full of many different species and he moved over the counter. There was a chiss bartender.

"Good night, sir." the chiss said.
"Corellian ale and something to eat. Something decent." the kiffar said. He did not sound very friendly at all.
"Uh... of course, sir." the chiss filled a glass with the ale and told the kiffar he could sit down somewhere. The food would be brought to him.

The kiffar took the ale, payed, and moved over to a table in the corner, where he awaited his meal. He thought about what master Dewbacca had ordered his knights to do. Arrest all Ospions.
He was a little nervous but ready for it. Though that was not the main reason why he was on Corellia. He was here to relax a bit from the tention back at the jedi temple. He was tired and needed a good drink.

He sat there, waiting for his food to be served and wondering what trouble would crop up. He always managed to get in trouble when he was out adventuring on his own somehow. He smiled and took a sip from his ale.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Just as the Kiffar was on Corellia, so was the force-sensitive Cathar Smuggler known as Hakim. After the abrupt disappearance of his childhood friend and ally, Feron Nial, the furry sentient had taken on a few smuggling jobs to get his mind off his MIA comrade.

That meant a journey to Corellia. It was one of his favorite places to unwind and have some good fun, not to mention the beachside resorts had plenty of attractive women for when he desired a bit of company. But that came last. First on the list was securing a hotel room, followed by finding a decent cantina and getting something to eat, then drinking himself into a stupor and dragging himself back to his hotel to pass out for the next twelve hours, at which point he'd wake up with a helluva hangover that would last the better part of the day.

Then came the women, after the hangover was gone.

Of course, that assumed he didn't get himself into some sort of trouble before he could put his plan into action. He already had a fairly nice and reasonably priced room at a beachside hotel paid for, and he remembered a decent little cantina not far from the spaceport that he frequented a few years back, during the few months he was stranded on Corellia while he patched his ship back up after the Hyperdrive failed.

After a short air-taxi ride from his hotel, he arrived at the Cantina, and strode inside. A cordial smile stretched across the good-natured Cathar's muzzle as he was once again immersed in the rich banter and laughter that filled the air, and he chuckled once as he walked towards the bar. "Oi, barkeep! A shot of Corellian whisky, if you will!" He called to the chiss bartender in a jovial tone, as he took a stool near where the Kiffar had placed his order a short while ago.

The barkeep wordlessly fetched the furry male's drink, and placed the shotglass on the polished bar in front of him. "Thanks mate. Hey, you happen to have a dinner menu? Oh, my elbow's resting on one? Okay, thanks."

Hakim knocked back his shot of whiskey and lifted the rubber-edged menu-tablet, which activated it's display screen, showing the menu. "Hmm, Nerf burger and fries? Toss in a beer and that sounds pretty good..." He mumbled to himself, as he dragged a finger across the tablet's screen and looked at the choices.

He had this weird tingling sensation, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. If he had known, he would have realized that it was his own sensitivity to the Force telling him there was another strong presence in the Force within the Cantina. But he didn't, and so merely brushed it off and focused on trying to decide what to nom on for the night.

 

[Jaxx]

Diesel Revek, fresh out of the hospital that was just up the road, stumbled into the Cantina with a man he had just bumped into. His neck was bandaged and he looked a bit pale, even for a Myke. Diesel sat at a table near the entrance, while the man he had walked in with went to buy the first round.

After a few minuets Diesel grew restless, and began looking around for the man who had brought him here, to his dismay he couldn't see him anywhere. Shortly after realizing his new friend was gone, he walked to the bar to order himself a drink. "A shot of whiskey, please"he said to the barkeep, in an upbeat tone. He put his hand into his pocket to get some Credits to pay, all he could feel was some lint. He knew instantly that the bastard who brought him here also stole his Credits.

"God Dammit" He announced loudly. "Some fool stole my credits." Then, out of anger, he hit his drink with a swift backhand sending it air-born and splashing all over a Cathar, who was reading the menu just a few stools down.

Quite a few people looked to see what had happened, but Diesel ignoring the situation,went to sit and watch some patrons play Pazaak.

 

[Jiang Winters]

"Barkeep, I'd like to order a..."

The Cathar was rudely cut off by a sudden spray of whiskey that splashed over his face and shoulders. If that wasn't bad enough, a shotglass was flying right behind the airborn alcohol, and tocked him right in the temple. He simply sat there, whiskey forming beads at the tips of his now-soaking fur before falling off, as a scowl slowly formed on his muzzle.

He turned and glanced at the man who had splashed him with the whiskey, then slid off his barstool and followed him to a section of the cantinaa where several patrons were playing some sort of game.

Hakim was not normally an aggressive cathar, nor was he one to pick fights, but he tended to get just a little pissed when someone threw whiskey all over his face and didn't even apologize, or stick around to face him. It didn't help at all that with the disappearance of Fer, he was on edge and was far more likely to blow a gasket as a result. Which is why he approached the much shorter Myke from behind, and clasped his shoulder with his right hand before forcibly whirling him around and grabbing the front of his shirt with both strong hands, hoisting the fellow into the air and bringing the short near-human up to eye-level.

"Evening mate." He growled, his dark blue eyes narrowing to slits at the man he held. "Care to apologize for splashing whiskey all over me and hitting me in the head with that shotglass?"

 

[D.C.]

The kiffar saw it happening.

So this is where the trouble starts... he thought and finally his food was served. He thanked the bartender and pointed over to the two man.
"Need any assistance on that?" he asked.
"Well." the bartender said. "We'll watch them and if it gets out of hand we will call the authorities."
The kiffar nodded and as the bartender walked back towards the bar to assist other patrons he took a bite from his food. It tasted good. He then took another sip from his ale and sat back. Waiting for one of the two, either the cathar or the myke, to start a barfight. The kiffar would be the first to stand up with a blaster in his hand to end it and then call the authorities. Or maybe just join the fight.
He smirked. He longed back to the days he was still a kid, working in bars, fighting in bars, drinking in bars.
Good old time...

 

[Jaxx]

The Myke was, well, less than surprised. He knew what he had done, and he knew there would be come repercussions, but what did he have to loose?, he couldn't remember any of his past, and had no money.

"Ahh, so your the mangy looking ally cat that manged to get in the way of my shot glace.When it made contact is sounded pretty hollow up there"The Myke said gesturing with his eyes to the Cathars head. "Why don't you be a good kitty and set me down?"

Diesel, finding himself quite humorous let out a short laugh, and allowed a smirk to come across his face.

 

[D.C.]

OOC: Just a small note, please don't let the whole thing get out of hand before I get the chance to join you guys XD (Right now I don't have the time to post) You can fight though, just leave some fun for me too XD

 

[Jiang Winters]

[Sure thing, DC!]

"Oh, ha-ha-ha. Do you have a deathwish, you little comedian? I think you do, so let's see how funny you are after I put your head through a wall!" Hakim snarled, bending his knees slightly for better stability as he suddenly snapped his upper torso to the right and used his considerable strength to fling the Myke at a distant stall in the cantina as if he were a child's ragdoll. By misfortune, that same stall happened to have a eating kiffar seated in it.

 

[Jaxx]

While flying through the air, the Myke's smile faded, he knew this was going to hurt. Then he came to a sudden stop. BOOM! He crash landed on a Kiffar's table, which then tipped over, seating him in the Kiffar's lap. As food and a liquid of some sort rained down on them both, he wasnt sure what to do. "Woops..."

Not sure what to expect, Diesel jumped up out of the Kiffar's lap. Glanced over to see what the Cathar was doing, but his vision was blurry, he must have hit his head. He knew he wasn't going to be feeling well tomorrow morning. "Uhh, sorry mister, my name is uhh, Diesel. Yeah, my names Diesel and i didn't mean to, uhh, disturb you. Diesel knew this wasn't going to end well.

Slowly he put his hand in his robe and rested it on one of his .48 Enforcer pistols. All he could do know is wait, and hope his vision cleared up.

((OOC: Feel free to mess me up pretty well guys, you are both much better fighters and much bigger. I just got out of the hospital, so it would be interesting to end up back in it.))

 

[Jiang Winters]

Hakim smirked as he watched the myke sail through the air, then frowned when he landed on some random Kiffar's table. That was not exactly what he had in mind, but at least the comedian looked fairly screwed up from the landing. That make Hakim feel just a bit better, but not nearly enough. He had a few more punches to throw at the little guy before he got tired of beating him up.

The cathar walked towards the dazed-looking myke, who was now on his feet and had his hand inside his robe, resting atop something, prompting Hakim to kick his pace up to a rapid jog. He closed the distance between them in seconds, pushing his way through other patrons in the process, until he finally reached the Myke. He didn't slow down, rather, he cocked his right arm back and formed his fingers into a leopard fist, then used his momentum to throw a stout palm blow right at the man's sternum.

[FYI, a 'Leopard fist' is a real-world martial arts thing. You sort of curl your fingers in as if you were going to make a fist, but instead stiffen your hand so that it's almost like you're going to perform a Karate chop, just with the fingers curled back to almost touch your palm. You can strike with both the palm and the knuckles with it.]

 

[Jaxx]

Diesel saw the Cathar begin walking, then running toward him. He instantly felt an impact, dead center on his chest. He figured he would go flying through the air, probably disturbing yet another patron's meal, but he soon found out that he was wrong. He crashed into a wall that was maybe two meters behind him, hitting his head again, this time clearing his vision up, but the blow had knocked the wind out of him.

As soon as he regained composure, he realized that in all the ruckus, he had accidentally drawn his Slugthrower. A beautiful .48 Enforcer. Diesel knew this would enrage the Cathar, so without thinking, and using the space that separated them, he fired a shot wildly, without aiming. He knew it went in the general direction of the Cathar but did not know if it made contact. Diesel prayed that the shot would scare him off, at least for a bit. He still couldn't breath, and he knew at least one of his ribs was broken.

 

[D.C.]

The kiffar was annoyed, not only his meal was messed up now, his what was supposed to be an easy night had faded into trouble.

After the myke got hit and was knocked into a wall, the kiffar saw this one firing a shot from his slugthrower. The projectile flew from the gun, however, suddenly stopped and hang in the air. Then, slowly it began to turn and floated towards the kiffar, who grabbed it out of the air. He looked at the small bullet and then put it on his table. He shook his head.

"Weapons... Why always bringing in weapons if you can solve it with words." he said, or at least, the jedi in him said that. He took off his hood and his long black hair appeared as well as the black tattoe on his left cheek. His gold-brown eyes glanced at the cathar and the myke.

"This is getting out of hand, boys." he said. "I bet the bartender has warned the authorities by now. You're both gonna be in serious trouble."

He used the force to let his glass of ale float towards him, which also had fallen on the ground. He grabbed it from the air and looked at it. "I couldn't even finish my drink..." he sighed.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Hakim was both furious and spooked. First, that scrawny myke tried to shoot him. Secondly, the bullet froze in mid-air, then lazily drifted through the air towards the kiffar man. The cathar looked down at the man as he spoke, ears flattening against his skull as a scowl appeared on his muzzle. "Oh, great, you're a Jedi., aren't you?" He asked, frowning. While he was in no way trained with the Force, he could usually sense the presence of another-force sensitive if he was close to them. And this kiffar definetly had his spidey-sense tingling.

It was not a good thing, though. Following the traumatic events of his late teenage years, the cathar held a deep-seated distrust of all Force users. Especially Jedi. But, this was not the time for him to pick a fight with a Jedi, if this man was one, so he took a step back and raised his hands, admitting defeat. He had no wish to wind up in a Corellian prision, after all. "Fine. Fine, I'll leave the little guy alone. But if he knows what's good for him, he'll stay away from me." The cathar seethed, before turning and making his way back towards the bar, to pay for the damages caused before he left.

 

[Jaxx]

((OOC: Sorry guys, my basement flooded and my computer isnt up and running right know, it should be by tomorrow, I will post then.))

 

[D.C.]

OOC: That's ok, Jaxx. There is no rush. I will wait until you've posted because I don't know what to post yet XD. If I suddenly get a kick ass idea I might post if you haven't posted yet.

 

[Jaxx]

Being a smart ass again, the Myke called out the the Cathar. What? Did the kitty get scared when he heard the loud noise? Here kitty kitty..The Myke patted the floor of the cantina, gesturing for the Cathar to come back. Hahaha...

The Myke held his pistol up to eye level. Closing his left eye, he took aim, just in case the Cathar did come back for more. Hell, maybe he even wanted the Cathar to come back.

 

[D.C.]

As the myke aimed his gun again, the kiffar pulled out his blaster and aimed it at the myke. "Don't." the kiffar said. "Put that weapon away. Now."

 

[Jiang Winters]

The Cathar glanced over his shoulder at the offensive myke, quirked an eyebrow at the apparantly suicidal cretin, but returned his attention to what was in front of him as he approached the bar and dug into his pocket for a credit chip.

As tempting as it was to produce his heavy blaster pistol and reduce that annoying near-human to a pile of smoldering cinders, Hakim had enough self-control to avoid making that mistake. The Myke was not worth any more of his time or trouble.

"Here's some credits, to pay for the damages, and for another meal for that kiffar fellow. Hope it's enough." He said, forking over two hundred and fifty creds, then walking off towards the Cantina's exit. He wasn't about to stick around after the fight that annoying little creature had incited.