Open Nal Hutta Waiting for someone

[M4G7 Magnus]

Nal Hutta
​

"Hey, I don't want a droid here doing nothing but taking a seat, if you can't get a drink, you ain't a client, get the kriff out!" A pissed Devaronian bartender screamed at the towering ranger droid, who just stood up and looked at him processing his next move, the Devaronian being slightly intimidated by the droid and backing up in case things got heated up, and for a good reason, even if the bartender didn't know it, the ranger unit was created to fight people way more skilled than him "I understand, I will purchase a beverage for that organic over there" His low, intimidating voice finally coming out since he entered the cantina. Magnus dropped enough credits for an average alcoholic drink and pointed at a human male sitting on the end of the bar with his buddies "Hey, thanks junkie!" The already drunk thug said in "appreciation" and laughed as the Devaronian calmed down, stopped going for his blaster just in case and served that man his drink.

The reason why a ranger was hanging out inside a bar on literally one of the worst planets there were? Simple, he was looking for someone, a criminal by the name of Zarcor who was wanted in multiple planets for all kinds of crimes varying from kidnapping to murder on a grand scale, a psycho who really liked going to that cantina in particular. Magnus was, of course, ready; his electrostaff split in two and hidden behind is cloak alongside the vibroblade while the blaster was up in the open, but it was Nal Hutta, no need for discrecy. So Magnus was aiming to stay in the cantina for as long as he could, waiting for the man to get in, get drunk, get out and then capture him. That, of course, meant spending more credits every hour to buy another random person a drink so the bartender could let him stay inside the cantina, he would have to spend some credits for this hunt, but his objective was more important and he really didn't care about money anyways.

​

 

[Vera Coulter]

Kark, but she hated Hutt space.

Any time the Ranger made it anywhere into the area, her gut clenched and she felt the deep, deep need for a cigara. But she quit, she promised her daughter she would. So instead she popped in another stick of gum, chewing it with a vengeance and a heavy scowl. Just landing her blackfin blastboat Jaws was a freakin' crime against the galaxy for the amount she had to pay.

So she stalked into the closest cantina she could find, jacket pulled in close and blonde hair clipped back into a ponytail. She was old and rough-looking enough that most drunken patrons didn't bother even giving her a second glance; she was used to that, and grateful. The badge, normally clipped to the outside of her jacket, was inside a secret pocket, her blaster and rifle visible to see. Spotting a droid hanging around the bar she stalked over, a scowl still on her lips.

Kriff, but this Devaronian smelled more slimy than a Hutt on washing day. She breathed through her mouth when he turned her way. "What'll you have?"

"Beer, light," she snapped back, blue eyes cold as she slipped over a credit chip. "And when it's empty, fill it again. I'm dyin' of thirst."

Glancing over to her companion... she gave the droid a slow perusal up and down, pursing her lips. "Hey there, Sparks. How ya doin'?" She didn't know the droid personally... but being at least semi 'social' kept up her cover a bit better. Besides, he was mighty kitted out for a droid, was he one of the Rangers?

Or maybe just another bounty hunter.

@Versok

 

[M4G7 Magnus]

Well, it was bound to happen, someone was eventually going to try to talk to the big droid who just stood on a stool there for hours, if it weren't because most people were either satisfied with the drink, intimidated by him or wanted to have nothing to do with a clanker, Magnus would have probably been pestered by some drunk street punks already, but instead he was approached by a middle aged woman who greeted him by the name of "Sparks" which was probably the friendliest one all night, so, since this was the first organic with a shred of decency that came through the door, Magnus figured he should probably not just keep silent like he did in response to everyone else inside the cantina.

"My day so far has been adequate, your polite inquiry has been noted, thank you" Magnus said with his extremely low voice pattern which didn't really match with his weird speech pattern, the result of reprogramming a Magnaguard, who weren't known for their eloquence, to be part of a line of work that involved a lot of talking "Bartender, I will cover the next time she needs to refill her glass" The droid dropped the credits once again, making the bartender shake his head and start to regret letting the droid stay on those terms "Another one? Kriff man, you really are a malfunctioning piece of junk, well, as long as you keep paying and don't explode I guess" The Devaronian rudely responded, knowing by now that insulting him would not get him killed and hoping it would make the droid take a hint and leave.

"I am an IG-100 unit referred to as M4-G7, nicknamed Magnus, may I inquire your name?" Magnus introduced himself, as it was the polite thing to do during a conversation with an organic. However, even if the Magnaguard was quite odd in his wording some time, he was well aware of what he was saying, he didn't need to drop the IG-100 unit card, but he knew that, even if most people didn't know the IG-100 models, many recognized the IG-series for their formidable battle droids and assassin droids, so just saying that out there and observing an organic's reaction could really tell him about what kind of person they were, if they didn't know, probably just normal people, if they did and backed away? Thugs and punks; Anything else? Well, it was a case by case thing then. The droid was curious and wanted to start understanding what kind of lady was standing next to him.

@Killa Ree

 

[Vera Coulter]

The guy had a deep voice and looked like he probably snapped organics in two for a living. She winked at the droid when he offered to buy her next drink. Suddenly, the night was looking up. But she stared hard at the Devaronian, jaw tight. "Listen, Red, he's mindin' his own. You do too. Just pour." The man glared, but she glared right back, unfazed. "Go on."

At Magnus' words, however, she glanced up at him. She gave a slight toast to the droid, lips cracking back into a smirk. Gum swallowed before she spoke, her voice calm. "Ah, well, nice ta meetcha then. Most polite IG I've met. Vera Coulter, pleased to meetcha kid." She took a healthy swallow. It was awful, but a lady couldn't be picky. She swallowed down the grimace with the rest of the drink.

"What's a big, tall guy like you out in this junky little tin can cantina?" she inquired, cocking a blonde brow. "Waitin' on a friend?" Keep the chitchat mild, pleasant small talk, and barkeep there would lose interest. Perhaps.

@Versok

 

[Gram Van Alasdaire]

This place was never the ideal planet for laying low. Too much crime prevalent in the society, usually run by the Hutts themselves - a group that Gale didn’t exactly respect. But with the sheer amount of chaotic violent energy around, it was easy for the sorcerer to keep a relatively low profile.

In recent times, those who had “trained” (quite a nice word for torture and torment) him had elected to reveal themselves to the Jedi and attack them outright. Not exactly the most strategic decision having now lost the element of surprise - not that it affected Gale any. He did not consider himself a Sith but fell under their banner by proxy. He’d been trying to avoid the conflict ever since to focus on his study.

And that was his purpose here at the cantina, datapads splayed out across his table in a mishmash of maps, historical documents and archaeology reports. He’d been on track to attempt the discovery of ancient Vahla grave sites so as to locate the history of his people. But he was temporarily distracted by the assassin droid and Devaronian going back and forth handing out drinks and arguing?

“I mean, the droid seems to be your best customer! Doesn’t make much sense to insult ‘em. Considering it can kill everyone in this bar faster than you could react.”

His lavender eyes crackled gently as he looked up at the trio. It took a deep amount of effort to prevent them from returning to their amber corruptive state. His parents had died to a machine like that... to see one here was not necessarily a welcome sight. But it’s purpose remained to be seen.

@Versok @Killa Ree

 

[Nobody]

Why are you here? You're not drinking. You're not having "fun." You're not waiting for anyone...so why would you show yourself randomly like this, for the first time in months? You could be a wanted fugitive. They might know you're not dead. Why the kriff are you here, you fool?

You barely have mastered the use of new legs and you've lost your lightsaber. You don't have a name anymore. You're nobody. The bartender's on the warpath; he's asking you if you're ever going to buy a drink. You glare at him through your mask, making no noise. Your eerie atmosphere apparently leads him to decide not to make a scene. "Just don't hang out here too long, you kriffing bastard..."

You nod at him in acknowledgement and he walks away. Two Rangers are nearby; strange to see them out here on Nal Hutta. Why are they here? In a bar at the least? You absent mindedly place a hand on his blaster but stop yourself. Don't make a seen like you would've...before...

The reassuring touch of your remaining lightsaber is incredibly satisfying, comforting--yet still, stay calm, stay absent, stay quiet. They won't mess with you. They don't know who you are...​

@Versok @Killa Ree @Aurius

 

[Nobody]

Bump @Versok @Killa Ree @Aurius ?
Exited thread due to inactivity.

 

[Gram Van Alasdaire]

Gale’s left eyebrow raised gently. This... was certainly a very intriguing turn of events. Though he was most certainly not alone here, no other struck. It was as though, for a moment of frozen time, a wordless cease-fire has been achieved. He couldn’t help but smile. The Vahla had been the right the entire time - none of them were too far gone.

But there was only one way to ensure that his theory of constant evolution was correct. If the Force truly did work in a manner of balance in order to allow its children to achieve what would otherwise be impossible, than the Dark Side would prove to be just as vital as the Light. Through changes of a gradual nature, the Sorcerer dreamed that one day Sith and Jedi might not be at each other’s throats. A day where they were nothing more than the Children of the Force, One and All. This was partially the reason for his amazing respect of the Church of the Force. They were, in some ways, more enlightened than Sith or Jedi.

To that end, Gale nodded to the masked figure he recognized, tossing a credit chip to the bartender and motioning to the empty hallisket amplifier and microphone onstage. With a gesture, the sorcerer was allowed atop the stage. As he began to strum the instrument and sing, he reached out with neither Dark nor Light. But something idled, muddled between both.

“This is a song dedicated to the crew of the Mantis. May they rest peacefullly...”

Spoiler: Song and Tags

”It's been a long road,
To get from there to here.
It's been a long time,
But my time is finally here.
And I can feel a change in the wind right now.
Nothing's in my way.
And they're not gonna hold me down no more.
No they're not gonna hold me down.
Cause I've got faith of the heart.
I'm going where my heart will take me.
I've got faith to believe.
I can do anything.
I've got strength of the soul.
And no one's going to bend or break me.
I can reach any star.
I've got faith,
I've got faith,
Faith of the heart...”​

​

@Versok @Killa Ree @DarkSaber​