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 Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 5:01 pm
The officer took another shot of his red liquor and sighed.
"Either I tell you or you learn the hard way. The Empire is changing much of the Galaxy and implementing quite a few new rules, both written and unwritten. Said rules will no doubt lead you to much trouble and have resulted in the current situation you find me in now."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 5:19 pm
Ember almost spit her drink back out into her cup. She looked into the officers eyes, a worried look spreading across her face.
“W-what kind of trouble?” She asks nervously, suddenly feeling very much alone.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 5:30 pm
Turning her back to yet another group of Impirial troopers on patrol by looking at some goods on the promenade, Jahan Rodo kept her hood up and her head down, disguising the distinctive Zabrak horns she sported. Her time in the Outer Rim and in the wilds of uncharted space and on some newer planets had given her an almost instinctive grace for blending in and remaining unseen. She used her talents now to move about the promenade without being stopped; doing so would most likely mean a fight and that was the last thing she wanted.
Hungry, tired of hiding and being on constant watch, and thirsty, Jahan stepped into the first cantina she happened across and casually scanned the room as she found herself a quiet corner table; a lot of humans, not too many aliens in Gundark's. To turn around and leave would attract notice she didn't want so she simply sat down and kept her hood up. When a waitress came by and asked what she wanted she placed as simple order of common human food.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 5:52 pm
"The kind of trouble that usually occurs when a majority of sentients hate a minority of sentients for no real reason." The Imperial said mildly. "Discrimination, fear, violence, a whole host of things. Your bartender friend is anti-alien as a matter of fact, but he knows better than to kick out potential customers, so he lets everyone in."
The waitress frowned at the hooded woman and shrugged.
"Sorry, honey, but we dont serve food here. We have liquor, beer, and spice though. Can I get you a glass of lum?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 6:54 pm
“So that’s why the Lum was twelve credits instead of ten.” Ember mused to herself. “But I’m too cute to be a threat to anyone.” She giggled in-between sips of her drink. “Do you think it best that I finish my drink and go?” She stared down at the contents of her pitcher. “I don’t want to cause any trouble for anyone.”
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 7:10 pm
"No, thats because of taxes." The officer said after another shot. "The Empire has hundreds of systems that need to be rebuilt after the clone wars, and they need to get the money somehow."
He poured himself another shot and shook his head. "It doesnt matter how cute you are. Stormtroopers cant be persuaded or bribed. Something in their vats makes them that iron willed I suppose."
The Imperial glanced at the red drink in his cup and sighed again.
"Yes, you better just finish your drink and leave. Best to avoid entanglements with the Stormtroopers if possible..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 1:03 am
Ember downed a small portion of the liquid in her pitcher.
“Thanks, I’ll take that under advice then and do my best, but I think I’ll wait until I finish my drink.” She looked back at the Officer. “So why are you here? If you don’t mind my asking?” She added with a smile.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 1:08 am
"Here drinking myself to death or here on this station?" The officer asked, gripping his now empty shot glass.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 10:59 am
Embarassed by her mistake, Jahan waved the waitress away and muttered "lum", wondering what it was and hoped it wasn't too potent. She observed the crowded room, including the giggling alien girl at the bar talking to what looked like a former Imperial. At her waist inside her robes her lightsabre, her most prized possession, was a reassuring weight.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 11:11 am
“Why not tell me both of your reasons, for being here on the station and why you’re trying to drink yourself to death.” Ember set her pitcher down on to the bar; she wasn’t looking forwards to leaving the cantina inebriated and bumping into a patrol of stormtroopers. She would have to pace her drinking, not to slow as to stay in this place any longer than need be, and no to fast either. Ember wanted to walk a straight line when she left.
So she would listen to the officer’s woes as she drank.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 12:55 pm
"Thats really none of your buisness, now isnt it, Female?" The officer said roughly. "I never asked why you were here, after all."(Persuasion check, K-blade)
The waitress retuned with a glass of a mildly intoxicating brew and set it on the table before the woman.
"That'll be two credits hun." The waitress said.
(Use the Force check, Eladrin)
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 8:06 pm
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Ember looked down to her pitcher, debating on taking another sip from it. “I didn’t mean to touch on a sour spot.” She said, having decided to lift the container to her lips.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 8:23 pm
((sucessful check, K-blade. Next time though lets throw a little acting in with a good roll like that.))
The Officer looked at his drink and then downed it, thunking the glass down on the counder audibly.
"I am here on this station because this was where my shuttle dropped me off. And I am drinking myself to death because I have been drummed out of the service. 30 Generations of successful Arlos men have come before me and I end up being the failure that stains the family name. That bloody well figures. I was never the favorite anyway. It was always that barve Kuthras that Mother and Father doted on. Well frack them all. Frack mother, frack Kuthras, frack the whole sith-spawned lot of them. I dont need them!"
He took another shot of the drink and without missing a beat continued. "So here I sit attepting to drink myself to death. A far less painful method of suicide than falling on my sword or putting a blaster to my temple. And unlike the other two I might forget why I am trying to kill myself in the first place and spare myself an unhappy death while slowly brightening my mood."
Ember's empathy detects the officer is friendly towards her and is currently sloshed and depressed.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 12:46 pm
((Sucess, El.))
In the web of life and fate that she is linked to, Jahan feels something. a thread is strung in the web, a tiny ripple of precognition in the galaxy spanning pool, sending a small vibration to the jedi-in-hiding.
Something is about to happen outside the cantina. What it is is unknown, but it almost begs attention from the Jedi....
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 1:20 pm
The prickling sensation of the Force danced across her skin and Jahan almost missed the waitresses statement.
"Nevermind, I'm not that thirsty." she stated and rose gracefully to her feet, waving the girl away. Jahan ignored the waitress' indignant look and moved carefully towards the door, her golden eyes peering into the groups of people who strode along the promenade, her ears straining to detect the rhythmic march of Imerial soldiers or a cry for help. Stepping a little to one side just outside the door of the cantina she made herself think and feel as if apart of the wall.
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