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Post by Force_Flow on Nov 26, 2006 21:13:50 GMT -4
Heidi
"Cassun du addumn," she replied in her native tongue, learned by few Others.
"Two left," she said, scanning the crowd. "Raven. Syra Mal. If late, they, hurt them bad, I."
She yawned loudly.
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Post by tallboydave on Nov 26, 2006 21:27:25 GMT -4
WEDGE
"Still, more credits for us if they don't show, right?" Wedge commented, knocking back his Firewhiskey with aplomb. "That's what it's all about, isn't it? Bag 'em, tag 'em, and cash 'em."
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Post by Force_Flow on Nov 26, 2006 21:37:24 GMT -4
Heidi
Heidi made a low growling sound in her throat. "No speak in public," she said. "Too many ears."
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Post by hk47fan on Nov 26, 2006 22:15:35 GMT -4
Syra
Syra had arrived at Rondai 2 a few hours ago, and she was just walking into the cantina she was meeting her employer at.
She walked in casually, like any other patron would, and still had a plain look on her face. She didn't know if anyone would notice her, and she didn't care. Right now the point of focus was the job.
She took a table that was in the front corner of the cantina, and silently waited for the meeting to begin. She would know when it begins, she has done this a few times before, so sh knew how it worked.
She was wearing chest armor, leather pants, and had her blaster tucked in her holster. That was all she needed if things got ugly.
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Post by RedEagle on Nov 26, 2006 22:18:42 GMT -4
Raven
Raven walked in Astri's Cantina. Fumes engulfed him. He could smell the distinct Mon Calamari Hoith-Broth and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
He took in everything, allowing it to wash over him, engulfing him. He wore a heavy cloak, hood up to conceal his face. He spotted his three 'friends' over to the left, sitting at a table in the corner, talking under their breath.
"Find a seat or leave, mister," a young lady behind the bar said, her black curls bouncing with her movements. "Keep the walkway open." So this was Astri? Short-tempered, fiery. Just doing her job.
But Raven's temper was shorter. With a single motion, his blaster was out and pointed right between her eyes. The Cantina seemed to hold it's breath. "I go where I please," he said in a whisper that could be heard by all. "And you should just stay out of my way, or suffer the consequences."
Astri shrank back. "Yessir," she muttered. Her eyes wandered over the Cantina patrons. "You going to keep staring at me or eat? Nothin' to see, here."
"Yeah, correct," Raven said, pressing the muzzle against her forehead. The fear of death flickered in her eyes. "Very correct. Listen to me closely, girl: Me and my friends are not to be disturbed under any circumstances. Agreed?"
A short pause. "Agreed… sir."
"Good," Raven said. He holstered his blaster and turned towards his comrades. He strode over and took a chair. He carried a powerful, commanding presence in the entire Cantina. "Wedge the Firebrand, Kyana the Twi'Lek, and Heidi the Beautiful," he said, reciting the names with a little flare. "Syana Mal and Pathlik are missing. They coming or what?"
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Post by Force_Flow on Nov 26, 2006 22:27:51 GMT -4
Heidi
"Late, you," she grumbled. "Think you make a surprise appearance?" She picked up her cup of Hoith-Broth and drank it in one gulp, smacking her lips in satisfaction. She let out an un-lady-like burp.
She ordered another and took her feet off the table, instead calabrating her Mandalorian Repeater. Her life was to her job, and her equipment. Good equipment meant a good living. She'd have a very good living after this assignment.
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Post by hk47fan on Nov 26, 2006 22:29:08 GMT -4
Syra
She looked around, she spotted a gathering of four people at one table, and recognized a few of them. They were hunters, some of the best/
They were here for the meeting as well it seemed, Syra decided to get up and walk over there, once she did she just took a seat casually and said simply in a low tone "Syra Mal, you should figure out the rest."
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Post by RedEagle on Nov 26, 2006 22:30:03 GMT -4
Raven
"I came when I wanted to," he growled, his face shadowed by the hood. He leaned foreword so Heidi could look into his grey, cold eyes. "That should be good enough for you."
A young lady decided to approach them. "Syra Mal," she said, pulling up a chair. "You should figure out the rest."
"Recently completed a bounty on Tatooine, I hear," Raven said. He lit a cigar under his hood. "Anzaat Kaza, fugitive of the Republic, bounty out for nineteen-thousand. Famed thief and musician. Easy meal wasn't it, Mal?"
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Post by Alyva on Nov 26, 2006 22:45:20 GMT -4
Pathlik
The last Bounty Hunter finally arrived. His shiny white hair gleamed in the weak light of the Cantina, standing out against his grey robes. His lightsaber hung noticable on his belt.
He walked up to the others. "Out in the alley. No one will hear us there, dôshlo's. What we speak of will be in private, for no ears. Clear?" His voice came out in faint hisses, like a snake.
Glynn
"You forgot the last part, Jenessa," he said, a smile in his voice. He activated his lightsaber, pulsing orange in his grasp.
He slowly walked around her, just out of reach. "Loser buys lunch."
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Post by RedEagle on Nov 26, 2006 22:51:02 GMT -4
Raven
"Right," he said. "Get your lazy asses up, you little chaakars. We got business to do."
Raven followed Pathlik. He looked back at the table. They hadn't moved. He shrugged. "More money for me, then," he muttered.
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