Star Wars: Barizarn's Mercenaries
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DralonXitz
First Post
Not stopping, Dralon continues to walk towards the cantina, when he hears the Duro's offer.
"You need not worry about it my friend, I had nothing better to do."
With that, he continues to walk to the cantina, never even turning to look at the man.
"You need not worry about it my friend, I had nothing better to do."
With that, he continues to walk to the cantina, never even turning to look at the man.
Sierock
The man walks to your table. He has a confident stride, despite his appearance.
"You speak basic? If not, this will be mighty hard...," he asks, mildly concerned.
His eyes swivel, looking for someone. A human walks in the cantina doors.
"We'll finish this in a minute. That man might work with you,".
Your contact stands up and walks to greet the late arrival.
Dralon
The sign above the door features a poor rendition of a human on fire. Below, it reads 'Burning Pirate'. You pull open the doors and walk in. The cantina is dimly lit, and sparsely populated. The local drunk, Kuurt, talks to himself, as he always does.
"Hit me again, need some more ale...," he rocks on his seat, threatening to fall off at any moment. Beer drips down his overgrown beard, falling with a *split, splat* on the floor.
A human male in the back corner converses with a humanoid shape. You can't make out exactly what species the humanoid is. Seeing you enter, the human stands up and walks over to greet you.
"You there! You're the one I wanted to talk to," he grins. "Barizarn could use someone like you. Are you interested in mercenary work? Good, good. Come join me, I'm working with another interested in the same thing. Or so I hope," he flashes you a hopeful smile.
The man returns to his table, and pauses his previous conversation to wait for you.
Tren
Your saviour walks away, melting into the night. You can tell he's wearing a black cloak, and is decked out in black from head to toe. You catch a glimpse at his heavy blaster pistol before he slips it in his holster.
Now stranded in a back alley, just saved from one of Jabba's goons, you're scarcely a block from Barizarn's office. The smell from the dead thug still reeks, encouraging anyone passing by to do so quickly, so as to avoid the smell.
The man walks to your table. He has a confident stride, despite his appearance.
"You speak basic? If not, this will be mighty hard...," he asks, mildly concerned.
His eyes swivel, looking for someone. A human walks in the cantina doors.
"We'll finish this in a minute. That man might work with you,".
Your contact stands up and walks to greet the late arrival.
Dralon
The sign above the door features a poor rendition of a human on fire. Below, it reads 'Burning Pirate'. You pull open the doors and walk in. The cantina is dimly lit, and sparsely populated. The local drunk, Kuurt, talks to himself, as he always does.
"Hit me again, need some more ale...," he rocks on his seat, threatening to fall off at any moment. Beer drips down his overgrown beard, falling with a *split, splat* on the floor.
A human male in the back corner converses with a humanoid shape. You can't make out exactly what species the humanoid is. Seeing you enter, the human stands up and walks over to greet you.
"You there! You're the one I wanted to talk to," he grins. "Barizarn could use someone like you. Are you interested in mercenary work? Good, good. Come join me, I'm working with another interested in the same thing. Or so I hope," he flashes you a hopeful smile.
The man returns to his table, and pauses his previous conversation to wait for you.
Tren
Your saviour walks away, melting into the night. You can tell he's wearing a black cloak, and is decked out in black from head to toe. You catch a glimpse at his heavy blaster pistol before he slips it in his holster.
Now stranded in a back alley, just saved from one of Jabba's goons, you're scarcely a block from Barizarn's office. The smell from the dead thug still reeks, encouraging anyone passing by to do so quickly, so as to avoid the smell.
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DralonXitz
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Dralon coldly glares at the individual, his cold eyes almost eminating an imaginary frost as he stares into his eyes. Then, he slowly walks through the Cantina, every step almost thundering in his wake as he stands above the table, looking at the Rodian with a bit of interest as he looks back over at the Human.
"Who is this Barizarn? Another rich child trying to make his name known across the Outer Rim?
"Who is this Barizarn? Another rich child trying to make his name known across the Outer Rim?
Insight
Adventurer
Hmm... not very friendly, Tren thinks as he edges away from the salty stranger. I'll just be on me way then... nothing to see here, people!
The Duro tech paces well away from the ugly scene and looks for signs pointing him towards the fabled trading company.
I know it should be around here somewhere...
The Duro tech paces well away from the ugly scene and looks for signs pointing him towards the fabled trading company.
I know it should be around here somewhere...
Dralon
"No, no, no! Barizarn runs a well-known trading company, very respectable. Goll Barizarn, the owner, has been running into pirate problems with his last few shipments. He needs mercenaries. Would you be interested? I can take you back to the office for more information if it intrigues you at all," the man tells you.
Sierock
The human and your 'contact' exchange a few words, ending with the contact retreating back to your table. The human who just entered the cantina walks, though reluctantly as it seems, over to your table, but doesn't take up a chair. Instead, he asks,
"Who is this Barizarn? Another rich child trying to make his name known across the Outer Rim?"
"No, no, no! Barizarn runs a well-known trading company, very respectable. Goll Barizarn, the owner, has been running into pirate problems with his last few shipments. He needs mercenaries. Would you be interested? I can take you both back to the office for more information if it intrigues you at all. There we will meet Goll himself, who will explain the situation in full," the man tells both of you.
Tren
You turn a corner and the office building looms in front of you. Windows dot every side of it, with various aliens and humans alike in some of them. The building extends up for about ten levels. The office building dwarfs the surrounding buildings, which are only one story tall. It is made of grey duracrete, just like the rest of the city, but it seems to watch over the rest of the city, like a king.
Two armed and armored guards stand near the entrance way. They stand at attention, clutching a blaster pistol each. Above the entrance way is a plasteel emblem. It is emblazoned with stars, and encircled by the words 'Barizarn Trading'.
You stand across the street from the office, having come out of an alleyway several hundred yards behind the scene of the attempted mugging.
"No, no, no! Barizarn runs a well-known trading company, very respectable. Goll Barizarn, the owner, has been running into pirate problems with his last few shipments. He needs mercenaries. Would you be interested? I can take you back to the office for more information if it intrigues you at all," the man tells you.
Sierock
The human and your 'contact' exchange a few words, ending with the contact retreating back to your table. The human who just entered the cantina walks, though reluctantly as it seems, over to your table, but doesn't take up a chair. Instead, he asks,
"Who is this Barizarn? Another rich child trying to make his name known across the Outer Rim?"
"No, no, no! Barizarn runs a well-known trading company, very respectable. Goll Barizarn, the owner, has been running into pirate problems with his last few shipments. He needs mercenaries. Would you be interested? I can take you both back to the office for more information if it intrigues you at all. There we will meet Goll himself, who will explain the situation in full," the man tells both of you.
Tren
You turn a corner and the office building looms in front of you. Windows dot every side of it, with various aliens and humans alike in some of them. The building extends up for about ten levels. The office building dwarfs the surrounding buildings, which are only one story tall. It is made of grey duracrete, just like the rest of the city, but it seems to watch over the rest of the city, like a king.
Two armed and armored guards stand near the entrance way. They stand at attention, clutching a blaster pistol each. Above the entrance way is a plasteel emblem. It is emblazoned with stars, and encircled by the words 'Barizarn Trading'.
You stand across the street from the office, having come out of an alleyway several hundred yards behind the scene of the attempted mugging.
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taitzu52
First Post
CANdo said:
Sliding his drink away from him, Sierock slyly says, "Of course I speak Basic. I'm just a little more cautious about my business than you, that's all. And yes, I am here to work." Rising to his feet and eying the table in front of him, he states, "You didn't think I came here for the watered down Klipnach, did you?"
Insight
Adventurer
CANdo said:
Tren darts across the busy street, keeping wary of the many varied passing vehicles. Checking in all directions, The Duro tech simply marches up to the armed guards watching the entrance to the building.
"Say, fellas," Tren begins. "I don't suppose you'd consider letting me inside. I promise I won't cause no trouble."
DralonXitz
First Post
CANdo said:
Dralon brushes his hair back, eyeing the man deeply as he coldly asks, "What is this Barizarn paying. My services do not come cheap you disgusting piece of trash." He spits on the table, a dark glare filling his eyes as he slides his hand to his side, to keep the Human from getting any ideas.
Dralon
The man backs down a little under your stare.
"1,000 a piece, expenses included. Like the sound of that?" he asks.
He turns to the rodian and speaks a few words.
Sierock
The human brushes his hair back, eyeing the man deeply as he coldly asks,
"What is this Barizarn paying? My services do not come cheap, you disgusting piece of trash."
He spits on the table, a dark glare filling his eyes as he slides his hand to his side.
The contact backs down a little under the human's stare.
"1,000 a piece, expenses included. Like the sound of that?" Barizarn's contact answers.
The contact turns to you.
"We'll leave for the office in just a minute. I need to find out if this man will be accompanying us,"
Tren
The guards turn to look at you. Their expressions are hidden behind armored helmets.
"Please state your business. If you have anything to declare, do so now," they respond in a cold, practiced manner.
The man backs down a little under your stare.
"1,000 a piece, expenses included. Like the sound of that?" he asks.
He turns to the rodian and speaks a few words.
Sierock
The human brushes his hair back, eyeing the man deeply as he coldly asks,
"What is this Barizarn paying? My services do not come cheap, you disgusting piece of trash."
He spits on the table, a dark glare filling his eyes as he slides his hand to his side.
The contact backs down a little under the human's stare.
"1,000 a piece, expenses included. Like the sound of that?" Barizarn's contact answers.
The contact turns to you.
"We'll leave for the office in just a minute. I need to find out if this man will be accompanying us,"
Tren
The guards turn to look at you. Their expressions are hidden behind armored helmets.
"Please state your business. If you have anything to declare, do so now," they respond in a cold, practiced manner.
