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Ky wandered along for a while before heading into what looked like an average cantina. Sitting down at the bar, he ordered a drink and surveyed the patrons. None of them looked like they would give him a lift, and the ones that did looked like they would try and kill him on the way. Ky didn't want that kind of trouble yet. He propped his rifle up against the bar and took a swig of whatever this guy had given him. It tasted disgusting, but Ky didn't really care. He was more interested in a cloaked figure who was standing against a wall. Whoever it was had their hood down, but the poor lighting made their face invisible to Ky. The odd thing about this person, was that they kept looking downwards.

Before he had time to ponder this, a gammorean walked up behind Ky and slapped him on the head a bit.
"Hey! Yous in my seat!" he grunted.
"I don't see your name on it." Ky replied.
"Yeah, well, errr...."
The Gamorrean's mind was obviously struggling to think up another arguement, so it decided to attack Ky instead. It swung it's massive fist round, intending to deliver a sharp blow to the stomach. Ky rolled off his seat and out of the way so the pig hit the bar instead. It let out a roar of pain and ran at Ky.

Monkuta looked around. Two other jedi had entered the cantina, and one of them was already in a bar fight. Whatever was happening wasn't good. Something must be going down for this many to be here. I can't feel anything of the one fighting that gammorean but the one watching definitely knows her way around the dark side... His eyes darted back to the zabrak in the corner. He shrugged. "One way out. Won't make a difference if I go and talk to a few people." He made his way across the cantina to Mika, who was also watching the fight. He stood next to her, taking the same, relaxed looking stance. "Good eve, milday."

Ranak looked around. The jedi he had bumped into outside was on the move and from the looks of it, he had a friend now. His gaze then shifted to a bar fight, which happened almost daily so he didn't much care. He then turned back to his client. "Well?"

Not wanting to give away the fact that he was infact trained in the ways of the Force, Ky pulled out a blaster from under his cloak and shot the Gammorean in the foot twice, then once in the arm. As it hopped around in pain, Ky punched it straight on the big ugly nose and watched it fall to the floor. He kicked it, just to make sure it was infact out cold, before settling down at the bar again. It should have known better than to mess with a bounty hunter.

Forgetting about the strange person over by the wall for now, Ky turned to the bartender and asked about a ride to the senate building.
"Well, I suppose I could hook you up with someone who might give you a lift, but it'll cost ya."
"How much?"
"400 credits"
"That is too much. Do not worry. I shall make my own way there."
"Geez thats too bad. Ah well. Good luck, and thanks for providing that entertainment there."
Barman smiled and turned away to serve other customers.

Now what was he going to do, he wondered. He only had another 100 credits on him. That ship had cost a lot of his hard earned cash. Oh well, he would have to worry about that later.

Looking over at the person he had been looking at before, he noticed that there was someone else talking to them. From Ky's perceptions, he could tell that this person had a very strong connection to the Force. It made him uneasy. In fact, now that he examined the person stood against the wall, he noticed that she also had a connection. Weird. However, it was something different coming from this one, something he had not felt in a long time.

Still, the two did not seem to know each other. The woman was obviously trying to get the man to stop talking to her. Ky could tell from her body language. When you are a bounty hunter, such things were useful in predicting a targets movements.

Ky continued to drink his first glass of this disgusting stuff, waiting for something interesting to happen. While he was sitting and pondering an alternative way of getting to the senate, he accidentally dropped his glass on the floor and it shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. The bartender was understandably annoyed and sent Ky out of the cantina with a look of annoyance on his face.

"Great, now I have no-where to even sit down" he muttered to himself as he leant against the outside wall. He was planning on waiting for one of those force-sensitives to wander out. Perhaps they would help him out.

Draven intended to spend his time on Felucia, however he had this strange gut feeling to go to Coruscant. Not knowing why, he ended up changing his course and heading that way. But, he didnt mind changing his plans, his life had always been full of change. He just needs to rely on his gut feelings and follow the force. It will determine his path. Landing on a private landing pad, always reserved for the Havencroft family, he steps out of the cruiser, only to immediately get into a speeder and fly down to the lower levels of coruscant. Thats where the force has called him

Sentiv was listening to the zabrak, and he was still thinking that an escort mission like this one was a waste of talent, but hey at least its a paying job. He ordered a couple drinks for the zabrak and himself, when he heard a clanking sound coming their way. He looked over at a cloaked figure coming towards the table. All that could be seen was the face, which he recognized immediately as the WarMachine Omega.
"Well well, if it isn't Omega. What brings you to Coruscant?" Sentiv said to the droid with a slight wave.