Epic Western Star Wars Adventure

[Huscarl]

Yul's Cantina, Mos Vespas, Tatooine

OOC: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...-Star-Wars-OOC

The bar was thick with smoke, smells, noise and people. At first glance the people in the place all looked very different; all sorts of species from all sorts of places. But when you leaned a little closer, you saw them for what they really were. They were all the same, these people. On the inside. Tatooine, and even more precisely Yul's in Vespas, attracted just that kind of people. That certain kind of people who could, and probably would, shoot you if you looked at them funny. The kind of people who'd kill you for nothing but good sport if they could get away with it. It was a wolf den if there ever was one.

The door slid open with a hiss, revealing a lone traveller in the doorway. A sandstorm was blowing outside, making the travellers cloak thrash in the strong wind. A few people turned their heads towards the entrance, looking at the person there, some out of curiosity, other out of boredom. Having swept the saloon with its gaze, the traveller stepped inside and the door slid shut behind it, leaving the storm and the noise it'd made outside. Most people went back to what they'd been doing before, but a few cautious ones remained frosty. The traveller, masked with rags which covered its face, made its way towards the center bar. One individual stepped in front of it, blocking the way. A blaster was brandished on the hip of the traveller, and the thug went on his way. After having slowly unwrapped her face, Jaden ordered a drink from the barman. I'm looking for a man, she said, suddenly. Well, darling, I'm for hire if you've got the cash, the barman said, a slightly mocking tone in his voice. Jadens expression didn't change as she continued. His name is Bossna. From what I've heard, he's a regular here. The barman raised an eyebrow. Oh really? he said, without looking up, and where did you hear that? Jaden caught the barmans gaze and held it. That, she said with a firm voice, is none of your business. Blinking thrice before answering, the barman said Ah. Yes. None of my business. I see. Jaden, still holding his gaze, pressed on. Exactly. And I would appreciate it if you could tell me where to find this man. Again, it took the barman a few moments to answer. That's easy, he said, pointing a finger at a metallic double door at the back of the cantina, He's on the second floor. Only for hotshots. They won't let you in. Shooting him a smile, Jaden told the barman that was her problem and emptied her glass. Thanks for the info and drink, she said, winking at the barman. Looking at her go, he suddenly felt as if he'd just woken up from some sort of dream. He couldn't remember what had happened the last few seconds... only that some girl had been asking him about something. But what the heck, it probably wasn't important anyway.

Jaden made her way towards the elevator doors, trying her very best not to step on anybodys toes. The last thing she wanted was trouble. It didn't look like she'd get into any anytime soon if she kept it up like this, but she had a bad feeling about the whole mission just the same.

[Knighthawk]

Mithh was a man of skill and opportunity, it was one of the reasons he only played pazzak at the table closest to the door. So that when the storm blew in his hands would be quick to cover the table to keep the game going from being blown away, if it just so happened that some cards or credits got switched, who was he to say. The best kind of cheating was when he didn't cheat at all, this time it was him with a rodian against a gamorean when the door opened, in the confusion the cards were slipped about and even a gamorean is smart enough to see when something isn't right, he moved the chips to the side and revealed a card hidden under the credit stacks.

The rodian didn't even have time to defend himself before the meaty fist sent him flying back, sadly sending the table tumbling over with the cards and credits flying. Hands faster than they should be plucked the most choice credits from the air while leaving the lesser numbers fall to the ground where the gamorean rooted around like a pig for truffles. The reason for this opportunity to swiftly swindle was a woman who spoke with the bartender.

She resonated with him like the feeling of a family reunion, but was she a kind or cruel cousin? He watched the woman heading for the hotshots and some...thing... compelled him to follow her. He waited a count of five then walked behind, being a frequent patron over the years he might finagle his way to the second floor, surely they forgave him against what happened last time.

[ONL]

The sandstorms that raged on outside the Yul's Cantina was not anything that foreigners wanted to live with, and yet here he was in a bar on the planet of Tatooine with one of his boots filled with sand. And it had been a while since he was outside of the Cantina, so the sand was getting quite annoying for every step he took. He sat down on a chair and proceeded to empty his boot off sand, but not before the man next to him tapped him on the shoulder and gave him a killer look.
-"That seat is occupied." The man said in a aggressive tone, hinting to his blaster on his hip.
"By me yes, good for you." Lexh said to the man in a calm way, simply continuing to empty his boot off sand, making sure that some of the sand landed on the other man's boot. This did not help the front between the two of them, and the now angry man stood up and showed his blaster to Lexh.
-"Do you know who I am? If you think that you can just sit down and spread sand on my shoes and shit like that, then I guess you need to be taught your place." The man said, quickly raising his blaster to shot at Lexh. But Lexh was much quicker than him, throwing the remaining sand into the man's face to blind him. The man moaned out in anger as the sand hurt his eyes, but afterwards Lexh's fist planted itself into his face and knocked him to the ground. Immobilized, Lexh calmy crouched down and simply took the man's blaster for himself.
"No I don't, but you don't either it seems. Don't forget me or my scar, or else I won't be so merciful." Lexh told the man, standing up and looking at all the people in the Cantina looking at him and what he had just done. Giving them all a look that said "Stare any longer, and you'll all end up with a knife in your face.", they all turned back to what they were doing.

Having getting rid of the troublemaker now, he turned his attention to the elevator that lead up to the second floor. He was supposed to take out a very special target today, a bald woman called Jaden Sul. He didn't know why his empleyers wanted her dead, but as far as they knew she wasn't a part of the Rebel Alliance, and so Lexh felt little remorse for her. Just another unfortunate soul that needed to be cleared from the face of the Galaxy. Lexh reached for his blaster and held it ready to shoot, and made his way towards the elevator without getting eye-contact with the woman, his target. She was bald and thin, though he knew better than to underestimate his targets. Not this time, he wouldn't fail this time.

[Aristocrap]

Jorund exhaled a breath of flavored smoke, watching the wisps swirl into the air above his head. He tapped the end of the pipe's hose against his lip thoughtfully, casting a glance around the room. He was on the upper floor, as usual. The bar-owner insisted he sit up top when he desired, after Jorund had prevented a band of Rebel-loving thugs from tearing up the place. Around here, many knew his name or recognized the trademark armor he wore. That had the potential to forge timely alliances, but maybe more likely stir up a cluster of enemies. Regardless, Jorund sat back and enjoyed his break.

The bounty hunter felt an uncomfortable presence staring at him, and he casually rolled his head in order to look behind himself. A quick glance revealed a pair of antsy-looking Duros, staring in his direction. Jorund dropped his hand to his belt inconspicuously, tapping his fingers against the holster at his side. A few seconds later, he heard heavy footsteps behind him until they came to a stop at the edge of the table. Jorund took a breath of smoke, letting it twist from his lips as he spoke.

"What can I do for you?" he asked. He was calm, collected. A few bar thugs were little concern for someone of his caliber.

"Our boss doesn't like the Empire poking its head in his business," one of them hissed.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"He told us to get rid of any Imperials we see. That means you." One of the gun men nodded at Jorund, indicating his Stormtrooper armor.

"You can always tell your boss he's better off not running his illegal operations and complying with Imperial law. Things will be better for everyone that way." Jorund's voice carried a hint of humor.

"We'll tell him you said that once you're dead!"

The gunmen started to reach for their vests, but Jorund swiped his hand up, sliding his DL-44 out of its holster and letting off a pair of shots in one fluid motion. Heads reared and conversation stopped, eyes gazing at the bounty hunter's table. The thugs fell back, clutching not their blasters, but smoking holes in their chests. Servant droids bleeped and rolled out to drag the casualties away. Slowly, neighboring patrons returned to their business, a bit more alert than before. Jorund slid his weapon back into its place of rest and drew another breath from the water pipe.

[Huscarl]

A disturbance in the force.

Jaden, who had been completely focused on the elevator doors, snapped to attention. There was something in the air, a murderous intent, and she'd nearly missed it. She cursed herself for her ignorance. The master had always said to be mindful of ones surroundings. Clearly, she still had much to learn. Now, being in the place she currently was, murderous intent was nothing out of the ordinary. But this was different. It was directed at her. Deciding against the fools move to look over her shoulder directly, Jaden opted for a more indirect approach. On her way to the doors she got eye contact with one of the thugs and smiled at him, that kind of crooked smile which said you meant business, or at least was looking for it later. The thug smiled back, his face beaming with confidence. As she passed him, Jaden continued to smile to his face and used the oppertunity to quickly peak behind her. She only had a moment to spot whoever it was that meant her harm, but she didn't know what to look for. Then, just as she had to continue towards the door, she spotted him in the corner of her eye. The only thing she really registered was a scar and a hat, but that'd do for now.

With just a few metres left to the doors, she quickened her pace and caught the eyes of the person standing guard. She lifted her hand slightly and slowly moved it sideways to the left. A couple of sweat beads were forming on her forehead. Doing this without social interaction, and on the move, was not easy. The guard turned slowly to his right and took a few steps from the door, leaving it unguarded. Jaden sped up even more and covered the last few steps in a heartbeat, knocking over a tray of beverage and a serving girl on the way. He was coming, she could feel it. She hit the elevator button, jumped inside as soon as the doors opened, and tapped the button inside furiously. To Jadens great relief and surprise, the doors closed almost instantly. And just like that she was off towards the hotshots. Safe, but only for the moment.

[OlNoSoul]

Up on the second floor, life was much more...civilized than the multiple altercations downstairs. There were two deaths and eight fights, seven of which involved vibroblades and those are just the fights that happened when Baltan first arrived. Normally, a Mando would never be caught in a high-roller's joint like this but circumstances had him being debriefed from a certain string of bounties he had either killed or beat half to hell. So far, he'd been doing a good job at not killing any of the local populace where his targets resided and he'd applauded himself for that and so did Gorund Horus, the man who'd been employing him to take care of the many men who owed him money or their lives. Baltan accepted the credits that were slid across the table and nodded his approval, accepted the thanks, returned his own and spun himself out of the chair and towards the elevator to do whatever, probably drink. His hand instinctually snapped to the hilt of his DE-10, a blaster with a bit of history and the only thing left of his former life on Mandalore. The reason he had his hand on his blaster pistol and ready to draw was a girl, wiry and bald who'd been knocked away from the beskar'gam chest-plates on the Mando in front of her. Baltan looked her over with a cocked eyebrow, decided she wasn't worth his time and nodded, continuing his pace to the elevator.

The doors slid closed and in an instant he was on the ground floor of the bar with his fellow gunslingers, bounty hunters and mercenaries. He stepped past a hurried man with quite the scar and a hat and went to a table in the far corner. In moments, a server droid hurried itself over to him, "What would ya like to drink, hun?"

"Corellian Ale." Came the low toned whisper of a voice from Baltan.

With that, the server droid sped off and was almost knocked over by two hulking Trandoshan who wordlessly stepped forwar, grabbed Baltan by the shoulders and lifted him up. He was more bewildered than threatened and hardly put up a fight as the two lizards dragged him through the doors, and into a building across from the bar, perhaps a storage shed seeing all the crates and bags. The Trandoshan effortlessly threw the armored Mando'ade into the room and he and his armor crashed to the ground a metallic thud. Baltan shook his head as he pushed himself from the ground and onto his feet. Before he could study his surroundings and assess his situation his jaw was met with a scaly fist. He stumbled back into another and was lifted off the ground and pummeled in the gut. He brought his feet up and kicked the huge Trandoshan back a few feet but the effort was futile as his face was struck yet again. After a few moments of that unsavory eeperience his was dropped to the floor, not knowing what to do, he crawled to the closest wall and propped himself up, grasping his blaster's hilt only to have it kicked from his hands.

"Damn it." Were the only words that Baltan could speak before being hauled to his feet.

"You'll repay our boss for his brother's life. Not much of a warrior for a Mandalorian. They must have exiled you, you coward." One of the Trandoshan spoke, unsheathing a vibroblade.

"You shut your mouth. I'll find your boss and shove your decapitated head into the severed lower half of your friend over there before feeding it to him." Baltan spoke, glaring with every word as he produced a what could only be equated to a short sword from the small of his back.

"This right here is a machete made from pure Beskar, same thing my armor's made of. I can have a duel with a Jedi and this thing could go strike for strike with a lightsaber. Think what it could do to a Trandoshan's snout." Baltan said, caressing the blade with a wicked grin.

"Big words." The Trandoshan growled as he sprung forth with the vibroblade.

Baltan stepped back and landed a good left-cross to the Trandoshan, following it with a right uppercut, sending it reeling back. Pressing the offensive, Baltan jumped up and brought the machete into the skull of the large lizard. He didn't have time to gloat before he was tackled to the ground, a blade pinging off the plates of his armor. He thrust the machete into the gut of the lizard and wriggled free. Before the Trandoshan could stand Baltan wrapped his gauntlet around the hilt and pulled it free before reeling back and slicing straight through the neck of the lizard. Baltan watched the mountain of scaly muscle fall to the side before wiping his blade clean. He searched around for his blaster and returned it to its holster, patting the weapon at his side and strolling out of the storage house. He made it into the bar just in time to catch some worthless Rodian about to take his drink. Baltan reached out like a bird of prey and hooked his talons into the Rodian's neck, wheeling him around to face him. Baltan simply gave him a look as if to ask him what he was doing, shook his head and pushed the Rodian out of his way. Baltan took his seat and took a swig of his ale before putting his feet up. Just another day on Tattooine.