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Post by hk47fan on Oct 14, 2007 20:55:18 GMT -4
Naos
"Oh, gladly sir. Come along Artoo." Threepio said and Artoo simply beeped in response as both left
I looked around and sighed heavily, then looked at the three others beside me. "So, where do any of you suggest we start?" I asked as I looked back at the patrons of the Cantina
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Post by RedEagle on Oct 14, 2007 21:01:35 GMT -4
Luke
He was too busy staring at the locals to really notice. It was his first time in a Cantina, and he had never imagined it as alive and bustling like this. Above the noise, he swore he heard a band of Bith playing not far from him. Swallowing, he headed towards the bar, outwardly keeping a calm exterior to help him fit in.
He heard Scout mutter something like "Idiot" behind him.
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Post by Force_Flow on Oct 15, 2007 15:42:45 GMT -4
"Idiot."
Scout eyed Luke like a tiger searching for prey, realized her mistake, and corrected it by assuming a more relaxed aura. We need to improvise, she told Naos. Mingle. She detached herself from Naos and took down her ponytail, throwing her hair over her shoulder to let it fall down her back. She threw out an inviting smile to the males, keeping the Hey, I'm a nice girl Let's Talk sort of air around her.
A man, about her age, with a full beard and craving eyes, tapped her on the shoulder. He smiled sweetly at her, and Scout uncomfortablly noticed that his eyes were taking in every part of your body. "Why's a nice girl like you all the way out here?" he purred. He reached out a hand to stroke the soft blue tattoo on her cheekbone. "Such a pretty little thing..."
She managed a small, embarressed smile, which only heightened his resolve. "A spacer, I take it?"
"A spacer, freelancer, merc... It's all the same," he said softly, getting up in her face. He threw and arm around her shoulders, and Scout fought the urge to punch hi,. "What are you, Princess?"
"An impatient girl looking for a pilot," she said sweetly.
"You're a nice catch."
"I've been told." Keep him talking. Mingle, Scout, mingle. It was hard to 'mingle' when the guy smelled like the backside of a ronto's--
"Why don't we find ourselves a booth?"
Scout nudged his mind slightly with the Force. On the other hand, why don't we just chat? As he repeated her thought, she caught sight of a red-faced Naos.
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Post by hk47fan on Oct 15, 2007 16:02:45 GMT -4
Naos
At first when I saw Scout and this Cantina patron begin to chat there was only a raised eyebrow, now there was anger. I nearly threw him back with the Force, the second-best option since I had no lightsaber. I could tell my face was steaming, and Scout had seen it.
I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to calm down, at least on the outside. I had devised a plan of my own for this particular pilot.
I slowly approached the two and said "On the other hand, why don't you and I chat? I am sure you and I can negotiate something..."
"Hey buddy, I am doing just fine with the lady-" he started but I interrupted
"We can talk outside." I said, acting like I hadn't even heard what he just said
I grabbed his arm that was around her shoulders, I didn't want to squeeze extremely tight to scare him off, but then I simply pulled him out without a word to Scout or him.
Once we were outside and I turned to an entrance to a small alley, he finally broke free of my grip and said "Hey, what's the big idea? I was making arrangements with that pretty vixen just fine..."
"Oh I bet you were, but I have my own arrangements to make with you." I said and the last part of the sentenced turned to a growl as I curled my right hand up into a fist and then punched him right in the face
He was taken aback by the punch and clutched his nose, the main point I had hit, in pain and then I kicked him up against the left wall of the alley, and I briefly looked to make sure no one was watching, and then afterwards I elbowed the man right in the face hard.
I heard a grunt as he slowly slumped down, and slipped into unconsciousness. "I'm afraid we won't need your services." I said as a smirk crossed my face for a few seconds
I walked back towards the Cantina entrance, and then strode inside. As I walked back in I began to think about how I never truly realized how much I missed using pure fists to fight.
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Post by Force_Flow on Oct 15, 2007 16:13:57 GMT -4
Scout watched Naos, openmouthed, as she forcibly led the man into the backalley. She had no doubt of what he was doing back there, and took a relatively clean table. So he still has feelings for you, she thought. As soon as that thought finished worming its' way into her head, she crushed it. He knew better than to play her like that.
They had promised never to go beyond friendship again.
But why did he do that? she thought.
Overprotectiveness, maybe. Nait would have done the same thing. She comforted herself with these few thoughts, eyes closed, hands gripping the side of the table. Her knuckles were white.
When he came back, she didn't need the Force to catch the gleam of satisfaction in his mind. "Why did you do that?" she hissed. "I was about to get us a ride off of this dustball! We don't need any unwanted attention!"
Though as she said this, Scout knew her anger wasn't real, no matter how much she wanted it to be. It had been a short encounter, but seeing Naos step in for her and actually hit the man spoke volumes. Maybe she hadn't let him go just yet. And maybe he hadn't let her go.
Stop thinking about that. He was just being overprotective.
"Well?" she asked.
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Post by hk47fan on Oct 15, 2007 16:19:17 GMT -4
Naos
"Listen," I started "As much as I want to get off this damn planet, I don't want us to go all the way to Aldeeran with some scum flying us. It could be a danger to our mission, and a danger to you. I know on Tattooine we have to work with what we can get and no proper pilots are around especially in a cantina, but I won't have people hitting on you." I explained
On the inside I was conflicted however. When he put his arm around her like that...I just suddenly snapped. What was it? Being protective? I knew what I did was for the best but I also wondered if there was something more.
You know if someone put an arm around Jaskia or Darrina like that you wouldn't react so strongly. You would just be in the background and watch whatever happened next. my inner thoughts told me
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Post by Force_Flow on Oct 15, 2007 16:29:41 GMT -4
"You listen to me," Scout said, poking him in the chest with a finger, "You never care about somebody just because you're afraid they'll get hurt in the process. Especially not me."
Pursing her lips, she turned her back to him. "We just need to work together," she muttered. She brought her arms to her chest and shivered. It was cool in the Cantina--about 80 degrees--and it was giving her goosebumps. She wished she had her lightsaber on her belt. It doubled as a hand-warmer, curtosy of Sanji.
Keep calm. Focus.
"If we stay in the shadows, nobody should notice us," she said after a long pause. "Old Man Kenobi has things under control, I think." She nodded towards the silhouette of Obi-Wan disappearing into the smoke with a rather larger Wookie by his side. She made a quick descision, and forced Naos into one of the empty boots, and slid into the seat next to hi,. "If we stay close together, the smoke should make it look like we're kissing," she said. She avoided his eyes, and leaned on his shoulder. A tremor through the Force surprised her, and she dug farther to figure out what had surprised her.
Imperials. They were outside of the Cantina, and from their mental activity, they were hard-pressed to find something. She bit her lip, worrying.
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Post by hk47fan on Oct 15, 2007 16:41:02 GMT -4
Naos
Wonderful. I thought sarcastically
I looked down at her, oddly enough enjoying her being on my shoulder. It was odd. I let her go. Twelve years ago on Aldeeran. I thought to myself, but concealed the thoughts from Scout
I focused on the matter at hand, and then said to her quietly "The Imperials probably haven't had a good image of us in twelve years or so. I doubt any of them would recognize any of us, but the droids are outside. I assume they are hidden, but I wasn't exactly looking for them when I stepped outside earlier...Luke ordered them to stay close to the Cantina. I don't want Threepio to get them exposed."
I knew Artoo was pretty good with staying hidden or things like this...but not Threepio.
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Post by Force_Flow on Oct 15, 2007 16:47:09 GMT -4
Scout just pursed her lips and edged closer to Naos, a small part of her mind enjoying the contact. "Okay," she said. "Let's get the facts straight. They won't recognize us, but they can tell droids apart. Our protocol droid can't keep a secret, and Artoo can barely convince him to do anything." She frowned and reached for her comlink, keying in the droid's signal. She sent three systematic chirps, then put it back in her belt. The signal had gone out to Artoo, who would pick it up internally, process it, and hide.
Try to stay in one spot, guys, she prayed. She leaned her elbows on the sticky table and surveyed the entrance.
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Post by hk47fan on Oct 15, 2007 16:57:56 GMT -4
Naos
I sighed heavily. "I hope Kenobi has a ride ready," I said "Because the Empire is going to search every single place on Tattooine before they find those droids."
The Imperials weren't inside yet, but they were close to the entrance as both Scout and I already knew. However suddenly I heard a hiss of a lightsaber and a large yell from an alien, and my eyes darted to the main area of the Cantina. I saw a bloody arm of an alien lying on the ground while Luke was shoved up against the wall and Kenobi was wielding Anakin's old sabre.
What the hell?! I thought to Scout
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