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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 15, 2011 23:27:47 GMT -5
"I know the owner!" PJ pours a shot and takes it down. The liquor is almost a honey sweet and sour as it flows down her throat. "OHHHH DAMN they brought the good o'sik out!"
Setting them both up again, she looks at Jensen, "So help you if you decide to get whiny tonight! I am am going to babysit you again!" Shaking her head, she takes the next shot. The stories they will be telling of this night, will be of epic proportions!
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 16, 2011 18:10:47 GMT -5
"Whiny?" Jensen asks. "I don't whine." His statement is true, he doesn't whine when he gets drunk but instead displays anger at himself. Pouring another shot and taking it down, Jensen makes another face as the taste of the whiskey puckers his lips before looking back at ParJai.
"Besides, if I did whine, I wouldn't do that in front of you." Jensen replies as he pours and takes another shot.
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 17, 2011 9:36:47 GMT -5
Taking the shot down, it doesn't even hit her. "Foolish mortals that we are Jensen. You do get whiny remember that!" Locking her cold grey eyes with his, she mocks him, "'OHHH PJ WHY? OHHH PJ WHEN? OHHH PJ WHEN IS IT MY TIME?' I should never gotten this bottle of whiskey. I 'forgot' how you get melancholic!" Licking her lips, she leans forward as a passel of males stare at her every move. "You seem to have attention span issues, I am the one who pulled you from the gutter after your wife passed away."
Blinking at him, she hands him the com for her grandfather. "You can explain why you are here to him. I would suggest you start with 'PJ and I are going into business together, the goddess help the galaxy!' Yes Jensen, I need a business partner. Someone I can somewhat trust! Are you in or out?"
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 17, 2011 13:29:11 GMT -5
"And you think that getting me drunk and mocking me is the best way to get me to join your little venture?" Jensen says as he takes another shot and the com from ParJai. He takes a look at the com-code and thinks about ParJai's offer, as subtle as it were. He's no di'kut, he knows that his return to the life he left behind will require him to make a living like he always has, and this is a good opportunity to not only work but work with a Mando he knows and trusts. Taking another shot, Jensen looks at the empty glass in his hand and he sets it down upside down to end their little game.
"Alright, you sold me, let's kick these sheebs and go see Ba'buir." Jensen says as he stands and puts his helmet on.
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 17, 2011 19:27:08 GMT -5
"Always worked with you before. Ok lets see ba'buir, I don't think you will like to too much!" Flipping the glass over, she looks at him and stands. Slipping on her coat, she starts to limp to the bar, and the server takes the credstick. Coming back to her with the credstick, she waves the woman away and whispers "Keep the change."
Looking behind her to Jensen. "I need to go to my place and get a few things, care to join me."
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 17, 2011 20:40:39 GMT -5
Cocking an eyebrow, lowering the moment, he cracks a grin and walks her way. "Thought you'd never ask..."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 17, 2011 20:46:20 GMT -5
Sliding her right arm through his left arm, she limps out with Jensen.
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Post by SK on Jan 19, 2011 13:34:46 GMT -5
As he was cruising the undercity of Coruscant, SK had decided that he needed a different approach in finding people to hire. He then set down his speeder just outside a little Cantina known as "Black Jack's Cantina and Gambling Hall".
As he walked in, he could already smell the alcohol, and the bad odor coming from the numerous beings in the Cantina, not to mention the toxic drinks each had of their own. He then continued to walk towards the bar, until he took a seat. He then looked to the bartender.
"One Jawa Juice..." He said to the bartender.
The bartender, a human male, that looked to be no more than 40 human years, with gray hair, a couple of noticeable scars on his face, and an overweight belly, looked at him, and smirked.
"No one really orders juice in a Cantina. If you want something like that, there is a child's hangout in the business district. Now if you want a REAL drink, then you can ask me for a REAL drink." He said, with an obvious chuckle.
SK did not seem all that amused, and asked the bartender once more. "I want a Jawa Juice, Now..." He said, with a much sterner tone to his voice.
The bartender then turned once more, scoffed at him, and poured a Jawa Juice, and slid it down to him. SK then took the drink, and drank it, and then with his index finger, his motioned for the bartender to come to him.
The Bartender did so, annoyed, and with his clean up towel, threw it over his left shoulder, and leaned in towards him.
"I need some information. I am looking for people that possess a certain skill..." he told the bartender, in which the man then nodded in response.
"Well, you have as many different species, and people with certain skills here. How about you tell me what skill you would want, and maybe I can point them out to you, for the right price of course." He said, with a sly smile, as he looked at SK.
The Sith Lord was not very amused, but understood that to get info, one must pay for it, especially in places like this. He then reached into his pocket, and pulled out 200 credit chips.
"I am looking for people that possess the skills to kill...Jedi." He said, as his eyes then narrowed at the bartender, not even blinking once. The man then looked at the Sith Lord, and started to chuckle a bit, before he busted out in full laughter, and tunred to the patrons of the Cantina.
"Hey Guys, this one here is looking for people with skills to kill a Jedi!" He shouted out loud, as many of the patrons began to laugh just as hard. Some were falling out of their seats, while others were sitting down chuckling, but have definetely fixed their gaze on the stranger in black.
SK though was still not amused, and looked to the bartender. "Well then, I guess you no longer serve any purpose to me..." He said.
Quickly, he used the force, and with a flick of his wrist, he pulled the bartender's head down onto the table, and slammed it several times against the hard table, till the man was no longer concious and fell to the floor.
Several of the patrons then got up, to see what was going on, and reached for their blasters. SK though, jumped right behind the counter, facing the crowd and ignited his lightsaber, as a green blade sprung to life from the hilt of his lightsaber, and pointed it in the direction of the rowdy crowd.
"Now that I finally have your attention, I believe it is time for me to discuss business with you..." he said, as the crowd kept their blasters trained on the SIth Lord, but were also willing to hear just what he wanted to say.
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Post by Hana Solo on Jan 19, 2011 17:47:26 GMT -5
Tal'lune slipped inside the cantina, looking around and ignoring the bouncer who tapped her on the shoulder. Bit mistake.
Out came the vibroblade and through the bulky Zabrak's heart it went. He gargled something and fell limply. Tal cleaned the blade and put it back on her belt, not looking back at the dying bouncer, heading to the bar.
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Post by SK on Jan 20, 2011 15:59:53 GMT -5
With his lightsaber pointed at the crowd, awaiting anything unexpected, SK felt that he had their full attention, and that it was time to address his needs to them.
"Ok, so now that I have your attention. It is time for me to list my demands of you... I am seeking qualified soldiers to not only serve me, but will also want to rid the galaxy of the Jedi. Do I have any volunteers?" The Sith Lord asked the crowd, still holding his lightsaber up in a defensive stance.
The patrons all laughed and chuckled, while hearing the Sith Lord.
"You want us, to obey you?" Said one patron. "You have no power over us, at all!" said another. "If you want the Jedi dead, then I suggest that you go find other Jedi then. You have come to the wrong place..." Said another patron.
He figured that he wouldn't get the right reception that he was looking for. He then smirked. "Well then, if you all want me gone, then come and kill me, if you can that is..." The Sith Lord to them.
Just then, a shot was fired directly at hi, and with a quick flick of his wrist, moved his saber to block the blaster bolt headed directly to him, and right back at the patron that had fired it. At that moment, everyone in the Club opened fire upon the Sith Lord. Very quickly, he ducked back down behind the bar. Seeing the bartender on the floor, using the force, he picked up the man, lifted him into the air, and just flung him towards the patrons.
The flying body had then landed on three of the patrons, and it distracted the others, as they did not anticipate that happening. And this gave SK his moment to strike back.
Quickly flipping out of the bar, in a corkscrew motion, he quickly slashed at two of the patrons and they quickly went down. SK then continued on and slashed at a couple more, till the other patrons brought up their blasters, and started to aim at the Sith Lord, and opened fire upon him.
Blocking the shots easily, he then opened himself to the force, then brought his arms to his chest in an X gesture, and then released them away from his body, which then created a powerful Force Repulse, blasting everyone away from him, and having them all hit the walls of the club with incredible force, that nearly killed them all.
Blood stains were all over the walls, and the few that remained alive, were trying desperately to get to their feet, or crawl away. He saw how pathetic they were, and instead of killing them, he just said one final thing, before he left the club.
"Let everyone know, that Starkiller is back, and will be looking for emplyees." He then shut off his lightaber, walked over the few dead bodies, and then walked out of the front door to the club.
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Post by Hana Solo on Jan 20, 2011 18:50:50 GMT -5
Tal watched quietly then followed.
"I might be interested," she said evenly, calmly.
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Post by Selena Uhopria on Jan 29, 2011 14:04:36 GMT -5
She slides into a both after checking the air she removes her breather. She orders a strong shot if whiskey, when it comes she takes a sip and closes her eyes. Stupid spy. When she found out who he is she will kill him slowly. She pulls out her com and slowly draws the face of the man watching her and SK. It takes several minutes. She gives it to a driod who takes it and zooms off to her office for her second in charge to get it and look the face up
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Post by Selena Uhopria on Feb 3, 2011 12:59:41 GMT -5
After a couple hours a driod zooms back to her and she reads the message. Her face darkens.
Sam Milla a soldier of Ire.
She sighs
Darn can't kill him.
She slips back on her breather and leaves the bar.
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