And So We Begin...

[Reneximaj]

You all find yourselves in a bar on Coruscant, in a part of town far enough away from the Senate to be described as "seedy." The bar is large, and it is packed full with hundreds of different species from all across the galaxy. On one wall, a pair of scantily-clad blue Twi'lek women dance on a raised platform to a tune played by a popular local jizz-band, who are farther along the wall on a platform of their own. Along the other wall, the bar stretches, most of the seats taken up by an assortment of customers. Between the two is a dining area, comprised of tables and chairs, as well as galactic billiards tables, a few tables housing card games, and an assortment of brightly lit machines, presumably gambling games or hologram players, each playing something different. A thick smoke hangs in the air, and it is hard to hear over the hundreds of voices mingling together.

Each of you has received a message from an anonymous source, addressed to you by name, stating that the sender has a "proposition" that you would find interesting. This proposition would be explained in full at an undisclosed location. The location would be revealed to you if you came to this bar, at the specified time, and asked for a man called "Drig." The message bore no further information, and was signed only, "X."

You can all start off in whatever part of the bar you want, just let me know where you're standing near and so on. There's really no need to roll initiative right now, so you can just establish a posting order amongst yourselves until we get into an initiative needing sort of situation, just make sure that after you've all had a turn, I get to go. Hope this is an okay beginning... Ready, set... GO!

[Rajani Kaamil]

Rajani slipped into the bar, a plain dark cloak around her shoulders. Moving quickly and silently, she took a seat near the bartender, scanning the crowd from behind her hood. She smiled sweetly at him, speaking with a voice like warm, spiced cider. "Could I have a brandy please? Bothan, if you have it, but I'm not picky."

[Mal Antares]

Mal entered the bar with Kojania at his side. He wore his Jedi Consular robe, but he had dyed it black to signify his recent revelation. The prospect of this "offer" was enticing; a chance for him to begin his new life, and escape the bloody council who had wronged him.

He scanned the bar to get a feel for his surroundings. Typical, shady bar; nothing special to note. He made his way toward the counter and approached the bartender. "An Ale, if you would" Mal said quietly, in a deep, rough voice. He turned to see if Kojania had followed him or if she had gone off on her own.

For the time being, he relaxed at the bar, noting the Zeltron just a few seats down who had appeared as well. He sat quietly, waiting for his beverage.

[Kojania Seselis]

Kojania entered beside Mal. She wore a dark cloak, covering a dark green tunic and a red skirt that flowed easily down to her feet. Her hood was down, showing off her vibrant red hair which hung around her face in loose curls, and flowed down her back. She allowed Mal to walk before her. Pausing, she, inhaled deeply. 'Even if this whole meet is a bust, I still might make a meal out of it' she thought to herself. Then, moving swiftly to catch up to Mal, she placed her hand on his arm just as he was turning to look for her, reassuring him that she was still near. Ignoring the bar tender, she peered out at the mass of people in the bar. Reaching out with the force, she attempted to see if anyone in the bar was force sensitive. As always, she was looking for her favorite snack.

She leaned in closer to Mal. Whispering, she said, "I wonder if we'll meet anyone "interesting" tonight," her words dripping with malicious intent. Then, moving on without missing a beat, she asked, "How much longer till its time?"



OOC: See Force: 10 + 16 = 26

I'm decreasing my Vitality by 3 for using the power

[Rowan Yzalli]

Rowan had been in the bar for quite some time, she was dancing with the crowd in front of the band. Jizz wasn't her favorite type of music, but any kind could get her moving. Her eyes were closed as she moved in the sea of bodies, all pulsing together to the beat of the music. Her mind was lost to the rhythm, she almost forgot what she was here for. Slowly, regretfully, she disengaged herself from the dancers and made her way toward the counter. She slid into a stool and leaned her elbows on the counter top, head in her hands. She sighed as she smiled up at the bartender as though he was an old friend. He wasn't, although she knew many bartenders across Coruscant, but serving drinks made him close enough to be a friend in her book.

After receiving her drink, Rowan turned in her chair, leaning against the counter, and looked around room, maybe she would catch something interesting before she asked for this person "Drig."

Search: 4 + 2 = 6 (Ew. )

[Reneximaj]

The music continues to play, and the Farghul bartender rushes back and forth, serving drinks to the patrons. He nods as Rajani orders her drink, and then pulls a bottle from beneath the counter, pouring a glass full of the Bothan brew. "Ten credits for such a rare import, beautiful lady." He says, smiling at her as he sets her drink before her.

He nods at Mal, and fills a glass with a strong-smelling ale, setting it before him and walking away towards the signaling customers at the other end of the bar.

[whisper=parker, jermanie]Aside from the few faint flickers of those who are attuned to the force and probably don't even know it, you detect a woman several seats down the bar from Mal who is Force-trained, though not nearly as powerful as Mal or yourself.[/whisper]

[whisper=jenna3, jermanie]You detect nothing out of the ordinary in the bar. The patrons are acting as you would expect them to.[/whisper]

A shady looking Devaronian approaches Kojania, standing next to her and staring out at the crowd as he whispers, "You wanna buy some Deathsticks?"

[Rajani Kaamil]

Rajani grinned back, her violet eyes flashing. She slid her credit chip across the bar, regretting she was here strictly for business. The Farghul was a handsome specimen: she had no doubt she could have gotten the drink, and much more, for free.

"By the by..." she said just loud enough for him alone to hear, "You wouldn't know where I could find someone named Drig, would you?"

[Mal Antares]

He looked at the time; it was close enough.
"Now" he responded quietly.

He gazed around the bar and saw the bartender speaking with the Zeltron. He was the one they were to speak with, was he not?
He knew it could not be a mere coincidence she spoke with him at the very same, specific time, but then again, it was a popular bar.

"I suppose we should flag down the bar tender" he whispered to Kojania.

[Kojania Seselis]

Nodding at Mal's answer, and trusting that he would get the information they needed, she allowed her attention to be drawn down the bar. Kojania noticed a rather attractive Zeltron a few seats away. Her presence in the room wasn't only due to her affinity for the force. She seemed to hold herself differently, and Kojania took notice. 'This woman would be perfect,' she thought to herself. She tried to lock eyes with her for a moment, smiling a sexy and sultry smile. Unfortunately, moments after she had begun smiling she was distracted by Devaronian offering deathsticks.

She considered him for a moment, noting nothing in particular that enticed her, but smiled at him anyways. "That depends, would you be willing to part with one so I could try before I buy?" Her cloak "just happened" to fall more open showing her tight green tunic which "just so happened" to have display a decent amount of cleavage. "Surely someone as cute as you wouldn't mind parting with just one?" she asked.

Persuade: 20 + 4 = 24

[Rowan Yzalli]

Rowan eyed the brightly colored woman talking to the bartender from down the aisle. She raised an eyebrow as she wiped a drop of sweat off of her shaved head. She set her empty glass down on the counter behind her and stood up, putting on her best goofy grin. Rowan walked along the backsides of the drinkers lined up at the bar with a slight saunter. When she reached the Zeltron, she stepped on the edge of her cloak and lost her footing. As she fell, Rowan grabbed onto the woman's shoulder to prevent herself from crashing onto the floor, letting out "Oh no, whoops," with a giggle trailing after.

[Reneximaj]

The Farghul smiled at Rajani, leaning over the counter and winking at her. "I'll give you this one on the house. If you promise me you'll come back one night, when you don't have business with Drig." His smile widened as Rowan appeared behind Rajani. They made a beautiful picture, side by side. How he wished he could take them both home. He leaned in so that only Rajani could hear him as he slid her credit chip back to her, along with a small piece of paper. "This is Drig's address. He says he's expecting you, and three other people that should be around here somewhere. A pretty lady like you shouldn't get mixed up with him though." He turned and walked away, frowning to himself.

The Devaronian smiled at Kojania's cleavage for a moment, before moving his eyes upward to look in her eyes again. He seemed practically spell-bound. He slowly pullled a deathstick from inside his jacket and handed it to her surreptitiously. "If you like it, I have more. If you're worried about money, I'm sure we can come up with some kind of arrangement." He smiled at her, and then moved away, whispering to other bar patrons.

[Rajani Kaamil]

Rajani's hood slipped down, revealing her lavender hair braided and twisted to the nape of her neck. Her eyes flashed with annoyance, then softened when she saw who had caused it. She put her hand over the mysterious woman's, letting it linger just slightly longer than strictly necessary.

Turning her attention back to the Farghul, she smiled, taking back her chip and the address. "You can count on it, handsome," she said softly. Taking a sip of brandy, she considered leaving right then, but decided against it. Not only had she encountered the Farghul and this outstanding human, there was that mysterious woman at the other end of the bar...

Putting her glass back down, she let her lips curl into a seductive smirk. "It's no trouble, dear," she purred to the human.

[Mal Antares]

Mal got up from his seat and headed down the bar, glancing at the Zeltron and the Human who just bumped into each other. He pushed past them, somewhat gruffly, and approached the bartender.

He got the bartender's attention and then said softy, "Barkeep, I need some information from a man named Drig, and I believe you can help me."

[Kojania Seselis]

Kojania had to resist the urge not to take the Devaronian up on his offer for another arrangement. She did feel a bit peckish. Allowing herself another pleasure instead, she lit up the deathstick she was given. Inhaling deeply she took Mal's seat and blew a few smoke rings into the air. She watched Mal push past the Zeltron and another human that she hadn't really taken note of, but wasn't altogether bad looking either. He really had changed. He was so much more forceful than when she had first met him. Smiling to herself, and inhaling again, she waited for Mal to return.

OOC: Will save to counteract the death stick: 9 + 12 = 21

[Rowan Yzalli]

"I'm so sorry," Rowan said to the Zeltron, adding a little slur to her words. So this woman was looking for Drig, too. Perhaps they were sent here for the same purpose? "I hope I didn't ruin your cloak, is there anything I can do for you?"