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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 8, 2011 3:48:48 GMT -5
"Most of the best freighter pilots can be found here. Only watch your step. This place can be a little rough." - Obi-Wan Kenobi, to Luke Skywalker Also known as Chalmun's, Chalmun's Cantina, double-c/ceecee by the city militia, the Mos Eisley Cantina or simply The Cantina, was a popular drinking and dining establishment located on the desert world of Tatooine. A place where spacers, smugglers, and other denizens of the nearby area came to drink and play pazaak or sabacc.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 8, 2011 3:59:49 GMT -5
A lone figure entered Chalmun's and proceeded to the far end of the bar. He was dressed in dark spacer's robes and covered in dust from head to toe, the result of a long day spent in the Dune Sea. "Give me whatever you've got," The man said, dropping a cred on the bar. -- Jaster
Another man was standing alone at the bar some distance away. He wore a brown long jacket, but held it back so his blaster holster was just barely visible. He wasn't sure why. In a place like this, nothing could stop trouble once it found you. The man stewed on that thought a moment, wondering if that wasn't exactly why he was there. The man was lost. Much in his life had not gone to plan. Particularly of late. He had fallen on the wrong side of too many people over a short few weeks. He had never doubted his ability to find a way through these situations. He had never once considered that the turmoil he often plunged into wouldn't let him out again. But now he was beginning to. He was very much lost.
The doors opened once again, admitting the fierce suns of the desert planet and two bulky men. The man at the bar didn't take the time to identify races. And although he didn't turn to look, he was aware of their every move. They stood in the doorway, now sealed behind them once again, for what seemed like an eternity. The man could almost feel their eyes scanning the cantina. His suspicions growing and growing until there was no place for doubt any longer. They were here for him.
In a flash, the man turned quickly, his jacket whipping behind him. The blaster was out and leveled in an instant. Heads were just beginning to perk up from the booths around the establishment as a red flash and the accompanying sound of blaster fire pierced the room. One of the entrants, now clearly a Rodian, dropped instantly as the blast took him in the throat. His accomplice, a Human, reached clumsily into his own jacket, surely for a weapon of his own.
The man at the bar began to take aim again... -- Nero
The barman had been handing him a drink when the two men had entered Chalmun's. Something had prickled at his neck, and he had turned around to see who had come in.
All of a sudden, the one Rodian was down on the floor clutching at what was once a throat, and by the looks of it well beyond any sudden return to consciousness. The man at the bar who had shot him seemed as though he had everything under control, yet without even thinking about it he had palmed his blaster and lined up on the human reaching into his own jacket.
A split second later and a blast erupted from his Westar 454 blaster pistol. The shot took the human at the door in the chest, right over where his heart would be.
Without pausing to consider what had happened, the man reached behind him picked up his drink with his left hand, and casually brought it to his lips to taste what the 'tender had poured him.
"Another one of these for my friend," he added over his shoulder to the dazed bartender...
-- Jaster
The first shooter saw the blast and retraced it to another man at the bar just a few seats away. He cursed himself silently for not seeing the pulled blaster before the shot had been fired. He knew too well that if the unknown man had chosen his targets differently, he would have been very much dead. The lesson was learned, however, and he spent little more time dwelling on it. His eyes turned toward the second shooter without turning his head or body. The quick glance was all he needed to learn what he had wanted to know for now.
He took several steps toward the door, having heard the request for another drink for his 'friend', but ignoring it for the moment. He didn't make a straight line, knowing better than to remove the second shooter from his peripheral vision. He knelt down over the two fallen men, his hand diving into pockets, inspecting the contents rapidly. It was distasteful, rummaging through the belongings of a man you shot and killed moments before, but he was growing twitchy and uncomfortably distrustful. His certainty from mere moments ago, when he made the decision to shoot, had diminished. He had to know if these men were who he believed them to be. Sure enough he was right. He found an identicard that was surely fake, but of an alias he had heard before. He tossed it back on the body of the dead human, feeling no need to search the other. He rose again and stepped back toward the bar, finally holstering his blaster. He grabbed the drink the Bartender hesitantly poured for him and raised it in the direction of his benefactor and brought the drink to his mouth. -- Nero
(( The above messages were copied in from an old SoF group at Google groups and will be continued form here. ))
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 8, 2011 4:05:59 GMT -5
His eyes had followed the man as he went to the door and searched the fallen enemies. His right hand had holstered the Westar 454, but it rested on the butt of the gun in case more men came rushing through the door. He raised his glass to the other man as he saw him pick up the glass.
"It only seemed fair, they out numbered you two to one," he added as a toast, but also as an opening attempt at conversation.
The man wearing the dusty spacer's robes smiled, and as he did so his eyes twinkled knowingly as if this was just another scene he'd seen replayed in a million towns over a thousand planets...
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 8, 2011 14:51:04 GMT -5
The male Wookiee who watched the scene proceed from the bar, chuffed lightly in Shyriiwook and continued to eat the noodles and grub in his pasta type salad. He watched all parties with interest, making a silent bet on who he thought would win.
He watched the Rodian go down with a wail, and another being, a man continue to drink, as if nothing phased him. That didn't surprise the Wookiee, who was approaching the age of 108, (still young for a Wookiee).
He had found that not many beings took on a Wookiee, largely because of his size and the fact that many rumours floated about Wookiee rage, and the ability to pull limbs off with a simple grip where they joined the torso. This suited him just fine, since it usually gave him peace and quiet.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 8, 2011 16:52:57 GMT -5
The man in the spacer's robes casually sipped his drink and scanned the room. His hand was still resting on his gun butt, but it was covered by his robes, making it seem as if he was simply keeping a hand in a pocket. As he waited for his new acquaintance to reply, he noticed a Wookiee sitting not far from them. Strange, he thought to himself, I haven't seen that fellow in here before...
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 8, 2011 17:38:15 GMT -5
The Wookiee looked at the man dressed in dark spacer's robes. By the looks of the man, this would be a simple spacer, a smuggler of sorts. But he was not as simple as that. This man had seen his share of wars and battles fought. He could tell from his gaze, hardened expression and slightly hunched pose as he sat near the bar. It was as if he'd had the fates of dozens of worlds at his fingers several times in the past, and it was up to him to decide the course of fate. His shoulders carried heavy burdens at one point.
Wa'jacca, or Jay, for short, didn't want to disturb his position incase the man might be hunting his kind. There was a point when some beings would hunt for force sensitive beings, hence why Jay kept on the down low and only tapped into the Force when absolutely necessary.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 9, 2011 3:05:49 GMT -5
Interesting, the man thought as he realised the Wookiee was surveying him. He nodded once more at the man who had moments before shot down the Rodian.
"If you want another drink, friend, I'll be over there."
The spacer indicated towards the area where the Wookiee was sitting in a booth enjoying what appeared to be noodles. As he moved towards the booth his hand came out from his robes, empty, to show he had no violent intentions. The last thing he wanted to do was upset a Wookiee. Keeping an eye on the door as he neared the booth, the man spoke in Basic,
"Mind if I join you?"
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 9, 2011 8:16:49 GMT -5
Wa'jacca scooped up another mouthful and chewed thoughtfully, watching the man come over to his table. He spoke Galactic Basic, which the Wookiee understood.
He nodded. In a chuff of sarcasm, he spoke. <"What are you trying to do, trying to attact attention in one of the shadiest bars around?"> He didn't even know if the man had a translator or knew Shyriiwook, but he thought he'd mention it anyway.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 9, 2011 8:23:15 GMT -5
The spacer smiled at the Wookiee as it barked at him in its native tongue. It had been a while since he'd heard anything quite as rough as Shyriiwook, but from what he could remember of the language he pieced together what the Wookiee was saying.
"I doubt old Chalmun would quite enjoy you saying that about his cantina, if the geezer was still around to here you say it. Hell, the man's probably turning in his grave just at the thought of it.
Seeing the Wookiee nod, the man had slipped into the booth with his body positioned so he could still see the entrance to the cantina. His right hand rested on his thigh, close enough to his Westar that he could draw it if he needed to.
"The name's Noon..."
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 9, 2011 18:36:00 GMT -5
Wa'jacca laughed lightly, and sipped at the unknown green drink on the table through a large straw.
<"Noon? Isn't that a term used for midday? I go by Wa'jacca. Jay for short."> He sipped at the last of his noodles and bits of pill bugs and watched the man rest his hand on his right thigh, close to his weapon. <"If you think I am a threat to you, I assure you that I am not interested in harming you.">
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 10, 2011 3:09:39 GMT -5
Noon smiled at the Wookiee. How many times had somebody made the remark about his name. Yes, perhaps it was midday, but it was still the only name he had.
Once again he glanced pointedly at the door.
"Well Jay, not to take anything away from your terrifying species, but I have a feeling that the mess my friend and I caused over by the doorway might just lead us into some more trouble. "
Noon nodded down to where his gun hand was.
"This isn't for you. Its for whoever decides they should come running in through that door to help their fallen comrades."
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 10, 2011 8:27:14 GMT -5
The Wookiee nodded. He a broad double sided Vibroaxe and a small, one hand Bowcaster in his duffel that sat at his side. He didn't want to attract obvious attention with the weapons apon his entrance, so he'd put them in a bag. Normally the axe was strapped to his large muscular back and the Bowcaster was at his side. Generally people with blasters laughed at him if he brought out a Vibroaxe, but with his speed, he was the one laughing at the end of any scuffle.
<"Do you know anyone with transport off this planet?"> Jay asked Noon. <"I long for a planet with green foliage and proper water.">
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 10, 2011 8:56:26 GMT -5
"You and me both Jay. A few months on Tatooine and its as if you'd never even seen a forest, never mind being in one."
Noon scratched his head with his left hand, and gave the matter of a ship offworld some thought. He'd had one, before he'd lost it in a game of sabacc to some smug looking gambler. Last he heard the gambler had hired himself a skiff with the rest of his winnings and taken some Twi'Lek dancer off across the Dune Sea and some romantic joyride.
Now that he thought about it Noon realised that meant his old ship was probably still standing exactly where he'd parked it. And he doubted whether the gambler had changed any of the access codes or engine starting sequences.
"You know Jay, I might just have a way off of this planet for the both of us."
Noon was beginning to think that he was wrong about anybody coming to look for their dead friends, and with a nod of his head signalled to the barman to bring him and the Wookiee a drink.
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Post by Cervantes on May 10, 2011 21:09:00 GMT -5
Wolf Metelmann entered the cantina and swept his gaze around the establishment taking note of all the patrons and looking for a familiar face. His long leather trenchcoat moving silently with him as he strode through the cantina making not a sound and subtly looking over all the occupants of the cantina. His face was partially hidden and left in shadows from the wide brimmed hat he wore upon his head, his long brown hair cascading down his back. He walked amongst the cantinas customers at a slow deliberate pace, his very presence leaking a sense of danger and mystery into the air.
He did a loop of the cantina not seeing his man amongst the establishments clientel. Wolf gritted his teeth in annoyance, he knew he was here, he had to be here, he hadn't been at any of his other regular haunts and this was the last place one could expect to find him. His frustration grew and he was about to leave when he spotted him. Sitting alone in a particularly shadowy corner of the cantina sat Hun Stomgend, his sometime business partner and debtor.
Smiling softly to himself underneath his hat Wolf made his way over to Hun, his gloved hands clenching into fists as he did so. The older portly man didn't seem to notice him at all as he was lost in his drinking and judging from the assortment of empty bottles at the table the old moisture farmer had been at it for a while. Wolf sneered down at him with malice. "Good afternoon Hun". He snarled startling the other man out of his drunken stupor. "Huh what, is that you Wolf"? He sputtered the worry evident in his voice. "Yes". Came the response as the darkly clad man took a seat in the opposite side of the booth. "What are you doing here"? Hun asked somewhat surprised to see Wolf on Tatooine when the man hated the place. He only ever came when they had business to conduct and as far as he knew they had no current business going between them.
Wolf snorted indignantly. "I've come for my money you insolent dog, why else would I've come to this god forsaken planet"? He spat. "Oh". Hun replied in slight surprise. He then smiled nervously. "Well i'm sorry Wolf but I don't have your money yet". "Its been a slow season and business hasn't been good lately". He explained. "And my wife.......". "Shut up". Wolf roared at him, drawing the attention of some of the other customers. "I don't want to hear excuses, I want my money, you've given me the run around for long enough".
The moisture farm began complaining once more frantically strugging to explain himself and why he didn't have the 10,000 credits he owed the other man. Wolf ignored his sob stories and reflected upon why he had done business with the fool in the first place. Hun Stromgend was a moisture farmer who'd lived in these parts for his entire life and as a result knew many of the locals in Mos Eisley. He was apart of a network of lcoals that acted as a web of informants and spies, keeping track of everyone who came and went from the spaceport and where they went, how long they stayed and who they spoke to. The network as they called themselves had been hired by many a bounty hunter and criminal looking to track down people suspected to of been hiding in Mos Eisley and for a fee they could find that out with little effort.
Wolf himself had used Huns services several times and had come to forge a business relationship with the man after lending him a considerable sum of money to use on expanding his own capabillities. None of which Hun had actually spent on doing so. He knew the farmer had spent all of the money on his drinking and gambling addictions, how he spent his spare time away from the farm and his family. "Its been an entire year Hun and you promised me i'd have 15,000 back by now". Wolf retorted coming to his feet and walking to stand behind the older man who had broken out in a nervous sweat.
"I haven't seen a cent from you, so i've come to collect the debt". He said softly so only Hun could hear. "Hey i'm sorry, i...i'll have the money soon I promise". The farmer stammered his eyes now wide with fear. Wolf stood behind him and placed his hand on the mans shoulder squeezing it hard as he leaned over him. "No, Hun the time for that is over". He replied. "Since you have no money, you will pay the price in your own blood". Wolf hissed over the mans shoulder. "And I will take your lovely daughter Gaby as interest to compensate for my troubles, I trust i'll have a very fun time with her". The moisture farmers eyes had grown wide with fear as he felt the vibroblade press against his throat then tears began streaming down his face. "Please no, please don't, leave my family alone". Hun begged.
"Sorry Hun". Wolf said with mock sympathy. "Its nothing personal I assure you, its just business". Then with that Wolf pressed the blade into the farmers neck drawing a scream of agony from the portly man as he began to kick and thrash about as the blade drove itself into his throat. All of the customers in the cantina nearby were all watching the scene unfold in front of them with a morbid interest. Gouts of blood erupted from the wound as Wolf held Hun in his seat with one powerful arm and drove the vibroblade into his neck with the other. Hun let out an animalistic scream of both pain and terror that echoed throughout the cantina. "AAArrrrrggggghhhkkkkk". The scream died off and became a gurgle as blood began to gush from his mouth and the life flowed out of him and all over the table and booth.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 11, 2011 2:18:36 GMT -5
"Heads up Jay."
Noon tilted his head in the direction of the man in the leather coat who had just entered the cantina. The man looked dangerous to be sure, but after a minute of walking through the cantina, Noon realised he was not here following the two dead on the floor.
Noon would have gone back to his drink and ignored him further, if the man hadn't stopped two booths down to talk to a local. Noon could not help but over hear what the man called Wolf said to the Hun the moisture farmer.
At first Noon had no intention of interfering, after all, debt collection was an admirable way to make a way in the universe. But when Noon heard Wolf threaten Hun's daughter, he began to feel uneasy. This man was clearly not of the best character, nor the clearest of minds. Never get involved Noon, he usually told himself. He found though that with a motto like this, he was always getting involved.
With a pointed look at the Wookiee, Noon stood up and moved out of the booth. Thankfully, Wolf had his back to him for now, giving Noon a slight edge on the man. As Noon was standing up, he noticed Wolf drive a blade into the neck of the moisture farmer. With a snarl, Noon drew his Westar 454 and pointed it at Wolf's back. When he spoke, his voice was full of conviction, an anger he had not felt in a long time, and the willingness to use the blaster in his hand could be clearly heard by anyone in the cantina.
"Wolf! Drop him, and reach for the sky!"
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