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 Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 4:16 pm
Yes, this place is called the Cantina Rat. Run by a rather ugly Quaren (squid faced creature) named Visquis, the Cantina Rat is the place to go when
you are looking for a game of pazaak, something to drink, or to find someone. Pretty much
your regular run of the mill Cantina, except that the number of "Cantina Rats" in this place are much higher
than any other.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 2:32 am
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:43 pm
A man wearing a long brown coat walked into the Cantina and said " Damn, I've got to wait five hours to get my ship fixed all because some idiot decided to have me ship explosives." He said as he sat down next to Ailyn and scratched his head, The man didn't think about it,sitting next to someone he had met many years ago, " I guess I need to catch me a bounty to have some fun." after a few minutes of doing nothing he decided to stop by his ship grab an item and see if he could get something made.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 8:37 pm
The Dark Lord appeared within the confines of the cantina, but his appearance had changed. He no longer donned his dark robes. In fact, he looked like a red and black version of a bounty hunter. One could say that he looked like a dark Jango Fett. He sat at one of the corner tables, blending into the crowd. His Force powers were suppressed to where it would take a Grandmaster to sense that he was a Force-sensitive. He could feel the one he needed to rendezvous with was on this planet and he wanted to check in with him before leaving.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 9:14 pm
【】
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Ardanna Mitt' Ven
Dark Lord of the Sith
╚══════════════╝ 【】 "I am not, a little kid! I am your commanding officer, and I am not to be tempted! You all already walk on thin damn ice here; DO NOT PUSH ME." ☠ She knew he was here somewhere. The slimy b*****d was probably lurking around in some dark corner plotting something, and she was eager to find out what. If he was going to be in her way, she wanted to know now so that there were no surprises later on when they were trying to kill each other. Unless, of course, they were doing something that shared an equal goal. Like taking out the Jedi. She also wanted to know why there was a disturbance in the Dark Side. He was the only one other than herself who could have caused such a thing.
Her attire wasnt subtle in the least as she weaved through the tables. She wore a long mud brown skirt with tall heels, and a deep red side lace up corset like top that exposed her body in elegant yet seductive ways. Purple eyes darted around the Cantina Rat, taking in all of the people in one quick sweep. As she walked towards a table in the corner of the Cantina, people turned and stared. Though her Force powers were suppressed just as the man she searched for were, people still turned and gaped, some scurrying to get far away from her as she passed. The dark energy that still came off her being was enough to get any sane being to keep their distance.
A lone man walked slightly behind her, looking down at the ground and refusing to raise his eyes. His body shook with fear. "L-Lady V-Ven why are we h-here?" Just like his body, his voice shook with the same fear Ven was imposing on all who came close to her.
The Twi'lek turned on her heel and glared daggers at the pilot who had brought her to this planet. "Are you questioning my ability to lead?" She snapped quickly, her teeth bared in a sign of anger. This was what she got for not using the full extent of her powers and just ******** him until he was a mere zombie. Gritting her teeth in annoyance, she turned before he could blabber more. He should have been honored that she had allowed him to accompany her!
"Now where the hell is that a**--" She stopped as her eyes grazed over a lone man sitting at a corner table. That was who she needed to meet. "Hey, a**-muncher, go mingle with the locals or something. Get away from me." Her words were sharp and aggressive, but of course she cared not for the feelings of the pilot.
Taking up a seat directly across from the man, a cruel smile appeared on her blue-red face. "What an honor it is to see you." Her words were laced with sarcasm and venom, and her smile remained cruel, if not going up a few degrees. "I do so believe that we have much to catch up on." ☠"You dont like what I have to say? Aww, that's too bad. HEEL TO THE FACE."
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 8:00 pm
Dispense with the pleasantries.
His voice would resonate within her mind, but his head would remain turned towards the cantina window. Force masters such as them did not need to communicate verbally. They could implant their voices within their minds, thus making it seem like they were not speaking at all. In spite of her aura which caused others to flee in fear and discomfort, he radiated nothing. If anyone noticed her talking to him like the equal that he was then they could assume that he was just like her. And he wanted no unwanted attention or back-mind weariness.
What does your forked tongue want?
He was still waiting, sensing for any Jedi to come near. Sure, his attack on the High Priestess did not go as planned, but the Grand Vizier of her people was now dead, and that bodyguard was only in a slightly better condition. He assumed it would not be enough. He would need something - or someone - else to push the Sith to the forefront of peoples' minds.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 9:32 pm
【 】
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Ardanna Mitt' Ven
Dark Lord of the Sith
╚══════════════╝ 【】 "I am not, a little kid! I am your commanding officer, and I am not to be tempted! You all already walk on thin damn ice here; DO NOT PUSH ME." ☠
Dont act as if you arent overjoyed to see my beautiful face, Magestus. Just as his had, her voice would ring clear in his head, if not a bit loudly. Choosing to ignore his insult though, she plowed straight on. Tell me, why are you sitting here hiding your presence from all these people? What is the point of being a Dark Lord of the Sith if you run and hide every time the big bad Jedi come sniffing around? As she spoke these words to his mind, she leaned forward towards the man, her purple eyes as sharp and cold as daggers. It was her strong opinion that if something was in the way of the greater goal, no matter what it was, then it needed to be torn down. Hiding was not an option, not anymore.
Deciding that beating around the bush was no longer an option, Ven leaned back and eyed the other Sith with a critical eye. So, tell me what your plans are. I think, if we have a common goal we may be able to work together. Just this once of course. It wasnt really asking for help, and she didnt technically need it, but she figured that if they were going to be on the same side of the Force and have common enemies, they had might as well join forces.
☠"You dont like what I have to say? Aww, that's too bad. HEEL TO THE FACE."
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 10:24 pm
Magestus continued to stare out of the window, seemingly not paying any attention to the woman sitting across from him. And to anyone who was watching them, it would seem like just that. In truth, he was not hiding from anyone. He was simply waiting. And he preferred to wait in peace. Unlike his counterpart, he preferred a calculated process. If she had it her way, everything would be an all-out war. But annihilation of everyone who opposed him would come on his own terms. If she was going to be the face of the Sith, then he would be the shadow. And in order to calculate and go ahead with his plans, he needed to not be known to anyone - especially the Jedi. Only his Apprentice had an idea of who he was.
He then let his head turn to stare at her. She was a voluptuous creature; he would give her that. However, he had evolved past such feelings. As the Jedi taught, such were only distractions. But she was not a distraction for him, only an annoyance. How she became the Dark Lady of the Sith he would never guess. Perhaps it was because she embraced the ancient wisdom of the Sith and let her rage fuel her power. But he did not follow such a path. He was not blinded by any emotion. His power was raw and cold, cunning and ruthless. He did not allow such trivialities to slow him down. His power was fueled simply by his ambition. And he knew that he would soon have to test his vast ambition against her unbridled rage.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:33 pm
 ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ T h e G e n t l e m a n B a s t a r d
P r e s e n t s ~ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ I'm so addicted to the things you do
When you're going down on me
Or the sound you make with every breath you take "Oh my, master will be oh so furious with me. there he is, with a wonderful female for company, and he lacks drinks and refined company! I am a horrible apprentice, truly I am. I mist save him from this horrible situation, or he will surely die. Or something." Mumbled a rather dashing and handsome figure, who was sitting by himself, oddly enough. One might have thought that such a dashing gentleman would be surrounded, nay, choked with the company of strange, exotic women and hangers-on, and one would be right. Unless that was today, an important day. Or so he thought. Lucian Tyris, the gentleman in the corner, had slipped into the cantina when he had felt his master come to the city planet, figuring that his master would be after one of two things. Either he was looking for Lucian; or he was looking for someone else. Either way, Lucian knew his master would come here. He called it a feeling, as the Force was prone to giving him such feelings. A useful tool, the Force. Useful for getting me into a lot of trouble, damn it all. Still, that's the least of my problems. I should get some drinks for my master and his lady friend.
Lucian, a graceful and elegant cut of gentlemanly man, made his way from his lonely table and sauntered over towards the bar. He ordered a couple of drinks, one yellow and one green, and took them without paying. He didn't have to pay, he was Lucian Tyris, he had the kind of charisma that got a man free drinks. It also helped that he was pretty good with a mind trick, and a simple wave of the hand got him away with a lot these days. Such as free drinks and a starship or two, but that didn't matter right now. "Master, you look so thirsty. I got you a drink. Some green thing, it's... Well, it looks deliciously thirst-quenching. I also had the presence of mind to order a drink for your beautiful friend here, some yellow concoction that smelled delectable." He said, in that wonderfully seductive Coruscanti accent, adding a wink in Ms. Mitt'Ven's direction for added effect. usually, that was all it took to make a woman melt in his hands, and onto other places, but not every woman was a weak-minded fool. However, Lucian relished a challenging mark, and he wondered if this woman would prove challenging. Either way, he sat next to his master and patiently waited for their conversation to begin. Or continue. Whichever.
It's not like anything when you're loving me
Yeah
When you're loving me...
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 12:19 am
"I'm not thirsty," he remarked aloud, his voice coming through as if he were speaking through an old communications system (which only sought to mask his voice even further). "Ardanna," he began, "my distrust of you reaches farther than my ambition to see our enemies fall. Sith are, by nature, not to be trusted. Even the trust between Master and Apprentice is tenuous at best." He spoke from experience, too. His Master was a cruel Sith who treated him like a Jedi rather than a Sith-in-training. "Perhaps you can offer some sort of proof as to your intentions?"
He then felt the same old feelings rise up in his Apprentice. Lucian was a slave to the flesh, enjoying sex more so than the average man should. Calm yourself, my young Apprentice. This one is not worth the trouble. Especially when you see what I have in store for you. He had issued a cautionary mental warning to him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:04 am
【 】
╔══════════════╗
Ardanna Mitt' Ven
Dark Lord of the Sith
╚══════════════╝ 【】 "I am not, a little kid! I am your commanding officer, and I am not to be tempted! You all already walk on thin damn ice here; DO NOT PUSH ME." ☠ "TCH!" As she shouted this sound, her blue palms slammed down onto the surface of the table. "I was just suggesting it so that we could get s**t done quicker!" Her nostrils flared in anger, and it seemed to take her a long while to be able to calm herself back down. "But seeing as though you're still stuck in that narrow minded thinking style of yours..." Her words trailed off into the stale air of the cantina. Crossing her arms over her bosom, the woman leaned back and said nothing more, instead glaring at the older man. Why did he have to be so difficult? There had to be something big up his sleeve if he was being more secretive than usual.
Growing bored of their mock staring contest rather soon, Ven was about to say something, only to be interrupted by the arrival of the gorgeous apprentice. She smiled seductivly in his general direction, then leaned forward onto the table, exposing her cleavage line. "How wonderful of you to think of my well being. If only your master had the same manners as you," she sighed in a somewhat dreamy way, but the coldness of her eyes broke the fantasy of her being one of his innocent whores. Though the drink sat right in front of her, she didnt move to touch it. Just because she was young, didnt mean she wasnt alert to the potential poison that could be hidden in her good smelling drink.
You and me should get to know each other a little more, big boy. She directed this thought towards Lucian, and as she did so, she gave him a small smile and an even smaller nod.
But as her mood had just been getting lighter at the fun she could have been having with the apprentice her enemy, Magestus began to speak again, this time aloud. <********' buzzkill. Get your head outta your a**. You know damn good and well that the Jedi arent just going to fall like ********' leaves. Two Sith, especially of our caliber could easily take them out. That should be all the proof you need."
☠"You dont like what I have to say? Aww, that's too bad. HEEL TO THE FACE."
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:43 am
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ T h e G e n t l e m a n B a s t a r d
P r e s e n t s ~ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ I'm so addicted to the things you do
When you're going down on me
Or the sound you make with every breath you take "Oh master, that ambition will get us in so much trouble. Besides, such a beautiful creature is surely worth the effort, if I may be so bold as to express such a sentiment. In my expert opinion, Twi'lek women are limber and graceful at all times. Alas, she seems to be a Force-sensitive... Too dangerous. Far too dangerous." Lucian replied, shrugging as he grabbed the rejected green beverage, his mind whirling with ideas. No love lost between the two, must have some history. Oh master, who were you before you soured into the cantankerous, miserable miser that you have become? Such fun we would have had. Oh well. Lucian downed a quarter of the green concoction, and... Immediately regretted it. His face twisted in a most unattractive way, forming a face that would surely ruin any party. The drink was far too sour, bitter, and disgusting for any gentleman to take straight-faced. He was very glad his master had no taken the beverage, or he might have been in quite a lot of trouble. "Ugh. Never coming here again. But If I may interject into the conversation..." Lucian began, his thick Coruscanti accent rolling off his tongue in an attractive, almost seductive, tone. It was something he had trouble turning off, especially when it had been made apparent long ago that his master was not one to be seduced by anything short of power.
"Two powerful Sith Lords are you two, this is true, but remember all of the resources that the Jedi have at their disposal. The entire Republic is behind them, and even though they cannot touch the Force in the way the Jedi can, they are still dangerous. Gas, poison, ship-to-ship combat, and more are the bane of our existence. Even some of the Jedi can kill one of you, should they prove powerful enough and, dare I say, lucky. Power is all well and good, but without direction, it is a hindrance. Now is the time for subterfuge, stealth, and guile, as well as intelligence. We have to know how to strike, where to strike, and when. Only then will the Jedi fall as leaves in the wind. That was how the Sith Triumvirate did it during the first Great Purge, and how Darth Sidious achieved it during the fall of the Republic. It is the way of the Sith." Having said his peace, and in that damned wonderful accent, Lucian went back to nursing his sour green drink.
It's not like anything when you're loving me
Yeah
When you're loving me...
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 12:11 pm
He finally removed himself from the table and walked to its side. He had reached behind him and grabbed hold of a small silver disk with a red indentation on the middle. "Meet us on Korriban, in the valley of the Sith. We will not need such secrecy there." He directed this towards Jordanna before looking at his Apprentice. "Come, my young Apprentice. There is much to show and teach you." And as he was nearly walking out of the door, he pressed the red indentation on the disk and it began to blink. Slowly at first, it then began to rapidly blink and a slight beeping noise could be heard coming from it as it was chucked back into the cantina, being caught in the mouth of a random creature and being swallowed. The occupants of the cantina had heard enough, seen enough.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 6:18 pm
【 】
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Ardanna Mitt' Ven
Dark Lord of the Sith
╚══════════════╝ 【】 "I am not, a little kid! I am your commanding officer, and I am not to be tempted! You all already walk on thin damn ice here; DO NOT PUSH ME." ☠ What a d**k. Just when Ven thought she could have been getting through the the older Sith, his apprentice chimed in. What a devotee. Though she found his odd facial expression and wannabe manners amusing, she was no longer interested. In the back of her mind was the thought of being able to use this man to get close to his master though. If she could do that, she might have been able to figure out what was going through Magestus's mind and what he was planning.
A long sigh escaped her lips as she looked between Master and Apprentice. It occurred to her that she too should have one, but she wasnt all that fond with people weaker than herself. How was it that a recluse like Magestus could come across a decent apprentice anyways? She gave a frustrated huff as he walked around to the side of the table, and otherwise showed no signs of having heard his order. As he walked, her eyes turned to bore holes into the left behind for now apprentice, but she looked away to watch Magestus when she realized that he very well could have been plotting something. And he was, it seemed.
"You ********' a*****e!" This scream was enough to startle and confuse all of the people in the cantina. Or confuse them even more since one was now trying to figure out what the ******** he had swallowed. Standing up quickly and throwing the chair at the first person she saw, the woman walked to the nearest wall. She wanted to be no where near the damn creature when it exploded. The rest of the people were idiots too for not running away. Just in case though, she barred the exits, save for the one she was about to make by using Kinetite on the wall nearest her. "Have a nice death, bitches."
She simply walked out with those parting words, then whistled loudly. A Tuk'ata came running as she whistled, and she made no motion to notice it was there. If the cantina had exploded or not, she didnt know or care, and the fate of the Apprentice left there was none of her concern. "C'mon Bricky. We've gotta find some other pilot to ******** since mine has been sentenced to ********' death by exploding."
☠"You dont like what I have to say? Aww, that's too bad. HEEL TO THE FACE."
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:03 pm
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ T h e G e n t l e m a n B a s t a r d
P r e s e n t s ~ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ I'm so addicted to the things you do
When you're going down on me
Or the sound you make with every breath you take "Always getting left behind while he makes some dramatic, important exit. And I may wish to leave the premises expeditiously, or I may join the members of this establishment in a horrifying, fire-filled death. He is such a sucker for theatrics. Ah well, time to leave." Lucian mumbled to himself, seeing as he was the only member of the conversation still sitting at the table, which was not a good thing. He had watched his master leave, as well as drop a present in some poor fools' gaping mouth, something that did not see right with Lucian. Despite the urge to stay and finish his drink, as well as down another and acquire some company for the evening, somewhere in the back of his mind, there were alarms going off. He should really leave, they told him, or something bad would happen. Something very bad, and he might not like it. He would probably hate it if he stuck around in the dismal excuse of a cantina, so like any good gentleman, Lucian made up his mind. He was going to leave as soon as he finished his sour drink, and once he did so, Lucian made his way to the exits.
All of which were, unfortunately, blocked or barred in some manner.
"Well, I can't follow that crazy woman, she isn't right in the head. Heads. Whatever those things are. Lekku? Doesn't matter now, I need to get my lovely hindquarters out of here. But how? Ah, perfect." Lucian clapped his hands together, as if he had overcome some great trial, when a silvery stick appeared in his hand. It wasn't really a stick, it was a lightsaber, one he had made himself. He was rather fond of it, and of the color green. Ergo, it had a green blade. Rather odd, considering the company he kept, but Lucian loved being contrary. He carved a path through the door his master had taken, an act that had garnered him few weird looks. It was hard to one-up the woman who had blasted her way through the wall for no reason, but Lucian didn't mind that right now. He could one-up her in another way, like killing her, or something less extreme. Right now, he needed to catch up with Magestus and plan for their later encounter with the Twi'lek woman, something he was not looking forward to. "Wonderful." He exclaimed as he finished his carving, his excitement punctuated by the thick fragment of the door slamming into the floor, hushing some of the concerned patrons of the cantina. Lucian could care less, as they were all going to be dead. Or not. He didn't know what his master had in mind, only that he didn't not want to find out.
"Now, to find him, the slippery devil." Lucian muttered as he chose a path and walked, looking for his master. He felt like such a lost puppy, sometimes.
It's not like anything when you're loving me
Yeah
When you're loving me...
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