Corporate Defiance

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Marcite -- 0900 hours -- Parsec VII -- Seventh Heaven Cantina

Each of you received orders via your subcutaneous comlinks precisely an hour earlier, at 0800 hours. The orders are typical of Sector: short, succinct and vague as hell. The only thing perhaps abnormal about it was the fact that each of you alone received the message -- no one else in your assigned Sector cell received the orders. That could only mean one thing: new cell formation, a prospect that seems more and more likely, given that your gear has already been cleared out of your (now previously) assigned Sector cell.

<< Seventh Heaven, 0900 hours. Ask for Tifa. Password: evernight. >>

As you arrive, you find the cantina to be open, although there’s no one present in the way of customers: the peak business hours wrapped up nearly five hours earlier. The only person present is a lone human barmaid with long, black hair and the kind of body most men throughout the galaxy dream about, cleaning glasses at the bar and humming a tune softly to herself.

The cantina is quite an eclectic locale: various and sundry objects and artwork are highlighted on display, as if the cantina were as much a museum as a nightspot for the denizens of Darkness. Most of it is broken-down from disrepair and age -- the vast majority of displays are at least a century old, if not older. On the wall behind the barmaid, is a huge sword, the wide blade easily two meters or more in length. In the far left-hand corner is what appears to be a pinball machine, definitely a relic compared to the modern-day holo-games that many of the younger generation prefer to play.

Cydarius enters the bar, his keen grey eyes taking in all the details of the place. He runs a hand through his close cropped black hair, and then straightens the black and grey jumpsuit that he wears. Not seeing any threat, he walks across the cantina with a casual grace, approaching the barmaid. "Lookin' for Tifa," he says to the woman, his voice low.

Enter Krandor

Krandor glides through the door, trenchcoat flapping. He had a curious look on his face; that is, it would be curious to one familiar with Trandoshan facial structure. His dark, leathery skin and hollow eye sockets disguise a hard glint. With a sweeping glance, he takes in the slow business situation of the bar and the lone customer. He approaches a bar stool, and glances at his armband timepiece. 905 hours? Blast it, I'm late. With a shrug, he settles into the seat and glances at the barmaid. "By Hsskor, got anything left to drink? I could usse something... Mild." At this, the 2 and a half meter Trandoshan settles back. "Oh, and I'm looking for that wench, Tifa. Ssseen her?"

Vincent stands in the shadows across from the Seventh Heaven Cantina, whatching the door, buisiness is light at this hour and it seems that most of the patrons have left, so far he's seen only two others enter a human, and then later on a trandoshan. He doesn't much care for front doors, and ponders finding another way in.

OOC: Spot +10 and Electrobinoculars, Hide/Move Silently +11

Can I see an alternative entrance from my current location? Can I see inside through the doorway? If not I'll sneak closer to take a look.

[sblock=Dire Lemming]There is a side entrance apparent, but upon closer inspection with the electrobinoculars, it seems to have been welded shut. As for the doorway, the entrance is one of those deals where there's a wall just inside that people can move around on either side -- as such, it blocks a view straight into the cantina itself.[/sblock]

The barmaid seems ready to respond to Cydarius when Krandor speaks. She eyes the Trandoshan for a moment, then slowly sets down the glass she was cleaning. "Wench, is it?" she asks in an arch tone. "I'll have you know I could take you down so fast you'd want to know what the transponder code was on the transport that laid you out. So watch who you call a wench, got it?"

She shakes her head, pulling out a bottle of synthehol and pouring a glass of it for Krandor. "Why are you two here, anyway? I don't normally get customers this early in the morning. Even the regulars don't stroll in for another few hours."

Cydarius grins at the barmaid's threat. "Are you Tifa, then?" he asks a moment later.

*smiles*

The trandoshan presents a big, gaping smile and replies, "Ah, sso you are thisss person I've heard about. At this he shrugs,"And ass far asss why I am here, the termss 'morning' and 'evening' have little meaning to me. This wasssste of rock is one, long, tri-blassted evernight." With this he tilts his head at an odd angle to observe the reactions of both Tifa and the male humanoid.

Cyd eyes the trandoshan, carefully looking him over. Then, he slowly nods his head. "It appears that we are here for similar reasons."

Vincent sighs, he really didn't like front doors. Well it can't be helped; it's not worth the trouble of grappling to the roof and trying to find a way in through there. He stows his electrobinoculars and silently enters the cantina. He takes a quick assessment of the place as he approaches the bar, only two other patrons and a rather stunning bartender. As he enters, he hears the patrons talking; “It’s this evernight that keeps hidden those who want to remain unknown.”

OOC: Spot/Listen +10; looking around the cantina for security equipment, any other exits.

R.c.

"Gee you think!" Exclaims the punk human female as she walks through the front door with short light blue hair and fair white skin. "I mean everyone within a few blocks knows that this is Tifa's Bar! Geez!" Says the women as walks from across the bar to one of the empty bar stoles. "You men are all the same. All muslces and little brains!" She puffs. A big smile spreads across her face as she turns her gaze towards the barmaid, In a much more civil tone she politely asks, "Hey Tifa, if its not too much trouble can I have one of your specials. I think its called the 'One-Two-Evernight Knockout'."