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Just Another Blue Milk Run - A Star Wars Legends RP (IC Thread)

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Geo:
Argo looked curiously at the man, as the Stormtroopers shook him. The man had a strange series of tattoos along his temple and forehead, spiralling along his brow. He didn’t recognise any of them, each one being clearly non-human. Despite this, the man was clearly human, a strange looking one, but a human nonetheless.

He had seen something fall out of the man’s satchel, it appeared to be a ball, perhaps a thermal detonator. That by itself wasn’t unusual, after all, many people carried them, but what was unusual was the reaction of the woman whose feet it had rolled next to; she had rolled it under her chair. Could this be the heretical relic the chap in dark was now angrily demanding? Was she an accomplice?

He pulled his rifle closer, wanting to have it on hand in case a fight broke out. He glanced at the woman again, getting a strange vibe from her. It wasn’t in his nature to sell out someone to the Empire, especially not a fellow human.

Tytor:
Tien's eyes followed the round object the newcomer dropped as it spun across the floor.  He wasn't sure what it was, but he was certainly intrigued.  He watched the female Human shift in her seat and hide the ball from view.  But his attention didn't stay there.

Those were Imperial stormtroopers.  Here.  On Nar Shaddaa.  Tien thanked Triakk, Merciful Warren Mother of all Sullust, that he was obviously not the reason for their appearance.  Another Human, evidently the stormtroopers' leader, grabbed the newcomer's bag and rifled through it, looking for something.  Tien couldn't hear what they were saying to each other because of the chatter of the cantina patrons around him, which was steadily becoming louder, but that sphere...

Could it be what the Imps were looking for?

Then Tien realized something else.  He knew that newcomer from somewhere.  The tattoos (well, at least he thought they were tattoos; Humans didn't have designs on their skin like that naturally... did they?) were familiar.  But where had they met?

Achkaerin:
If there was one thing Anja was relieved about it was that the inquisitor was nothing more than rank and file, he wasn't a force sensitive if he were she'd have been forced into revealing who and more importantly what she was, still the relic being termed heretical was enough for her to take an interest in it. If the Inquisitorius wanted it then the odds were that it was some sort of Jedi artifact. The bad news however was also that the Inquisitorius wanted it and were actively looking for it, if they decided to establish a presence then it was going to get really tricky for her to stay hidden for long, all it took was an inquisitor who knew the Jedi faces to turn up and she was blown. And then there was the amount of tension she could feel, the room was on edge, hands were drifting closer to weapons. Even though the inquisitor wasn't aware of her force sensitivity the last Anja wanted to do was draw any attention to herself because if the inquisitor was familiar with the fugitive Jedi then he might well recognise her. What she really wanted at that point was to get out of the room and take a look at the artifact. But she knew one thing somehow she could not allow the Inquisition to get this artifact.

Her eyes scanned the room as the inquisitor continued to make demands of the human that the stormtroopers were holding, there was a Sullustan who was looking a little edgy, well the whole situation was edgy but he looked like he was having an epiphany of some sort. There was another man sat also on edge, who gave off a strange read and then her eyes narrowed, almost as if in shock as she felt another presence, maybe the initial feeling when she'd first made contact with the artifact had momentarily blinded this presence from her but it was a strange one nonetheless.

However that didn't resolve the situation at hand, she needed to get out of this club and back to where she lived, she needed to think about her next move, needed to see the whole board as her old master had put it. Her eyes darted all over the place as she looked for something, someway to get out of there. Her eyes settled on the fire suppression system and after taking a breath she tapped into the Force for the first time in a long time and a moment later the suppression system activated in the absence of a fire, but it would hopefully be enough to clear the club, Anja thought.

Geo:
He winced as the fire suppression system suddenly powered on. He swore, pulling his helmet onto his head to avoid it filling with water. He grabbed his rifle and joined the stream of people leaving the sodden building. The storm troopers seemed to ignore the water coming down, but the Inquisitor had begun to angrily shoot at them. Argo didn’t want to be around them for long.

He exited, and as he stood shaking water off his shoulders, someone barged past him. The person, uttering no apology was the same woman who had picked up the item on the floor. And now she was running off in a hurry.

He narrowed his eyes. That was suspicious as hell. And, as he had been taught, people who are suspicious are worth checking out. He made after her.

Yolotan:
Nasty Yovvo had been living on Nar Shaddaa for a while now, he worked for the hutts as an weapon dealer and ocassionaly as an muscle, however this was more of an cover as he originally was sent to assasinate General Grivious by the Nightsisters (he is a Nightbrother himself), he now as going to one of the most popular bar to not only to chill a bit and have some alcohol but also to potentially find some clients for some of the new weapons he had. In this bar he was quite notorious, not only because the owners didnt like him there hanging around and trying to sell weapons but also because he was known to have quite the short temper, he had started a few brawls in the bar and was actually blacklisted in this bar, nonetheless he tried to enter, but the Bouncer had other plans, "Oh come on Nasty, you damn well know that you are not allowed here anymore, you always bring trouble in here, and with the stuff you sell you only draw more bad people in here." These few sentences already managed to make Nasty upset "Okayy listen up now you little Gomorrean dwarve, you better step aside now, or else ill literally choke you to death without even touching you" Nasty said as he had an intimidating look towards, Nasty was not actually sure whether his sensitivity to the force was powerful enough to choke someone but he did love bluffing. "Okay, okay eas, easy, gosh why do you Zabrak always want to make a scene", Nasty again became upset "What are you talking about?!?! Do you think we are all like Darth Maul or something" It was ironic that Nasty said this because in reality he somewhat admired Darth Maul, mainly skill wisely though. "Okay, okay, okay, i guess you are right, just go in but please dont start a brawl like always." and as these words left the mouth of the Gomorrean, Nasty immediately went into the bar. He where the bartender immediately recognized him "Oh god its you, please dont start a brawl this time", Nasty laughed "Haha, come on i dont start brawls that often just give me some alcohol, dont even care what" Nasty now started doing shots and while he wanted to take his 4th shot of alcohol, behind him a lot of noise was heard, and just as he was about to turn around some lost missed laser shot obliterated his shot of Alcohol, and now Nasty was really pissed off, he jumped out of his chair, grabbed the gun he had hidden under his chair and turned around "OKAY, I DONT CARE ABOUT ANY OF YOU BUT TOUCH MY ALCOHOL OR DISTORT MY REST AND YOU CAN BLOODY GET IT!!!" and just as he yelled that he saw even more people fighting and shots flying through the air and absolutely didnt know what to do.

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