The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Rebels of Ralltiir.

[Pbartender]

Later, you find yourselves heading up the main thoroughfare toward the Starport. the streets are bus, though not so crowded as one would normally expect. Farther on, near the starport gates, you can see a squad of stormtroopers beginning to make its way up the street on patrol. The bar Deel had spoken of seems to be nowhere in sight, until you glance around a corner down a narrow side street and see a large gleaming sign...

     [B]THE LABYRINTHINE LIBATION[/B]
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[Vor'en Kurn]

Vor'en takes Arani by the arm and quickly steers her out of view of the troopers towards the bar, trying to hit a balance between being unobtrusive and quick.

 

[Arani Korden]

Arani raises an eyebrow at Vor'en's sudden initiative, but permits herself to be led.

 

[Rorworr]

Bowing his head, Rorworr does his best to look much like a browbeaten slave, and as little like a troublemaker as possible. He follows close after Arani, watching the stormtroopers out of the corner of his eye.

 

[Set Harth]

Set follows the group at a distance, not wanting to be associated with the general herd in-case someone get recognized. He sticks his hands in his pockets and adopts the outward appearance of board indifference.

 

[Kelko]

Kelko trailed the group from behind a good ten meters. No reason for us all to be in a big bunch when the ambush comes. He prowled along at a slow, rolling gait that he hoped made him seem unhurried and harmless. Seeing the others head down the side street, the rodian waits a few beats for the others to go in, idling around behind before following.

 

[Dorn Tavers]

Dorn stays close to Arani, Rorworr, and Vor'en as they enter the bar and keeps an eye out for trouble. Knowing this group's penchant for attracting just that, Dorn's hand never strays far from his blaster.

 

[Pbartender]

As you first enter the Labyrinthine Libation, it seems like any other dimly-lit, smoke-laden, music-filled, cantina, but with one notable exception... There no tables anywhere within the bar, and only a handful of booths line the walls. The main floor of the cantina is filled with the serpentine wanderings of the bar itself, which twists and winds back upon itself in such a fashion as to bring to life the cantina's moniker. The entire establishment is a veritable maze of bar-top and stools.

 

[Set Harth]

"Now this is unusual." remarks Set. Set finds a place at the bar orders a drink seemly ignoring everyone, but actually acutely aware of them all through the force. he begins scanning the patrons for Deel.

 

[Pbartender]

You belly up to the bar, and Set makes a scan of the bar, both visually and through the Force. While several Twi'leks are dispersed amongst the crowd, none bear any resemblance to the inscrutable Surool. Even through the Force, Deel's peculiar web-like tangle of thoughts cannot be detected anywhere nearby.

Set's concentration is momentarily disrupted by a jostle from a hulking, snout-nosed, warty Gammorean.

"Negola dewaghi wooldugger?!?"

The hideous freak is obviously drunk. A short, grubby Human and an even smaller rodent-like beast join the belligerent monstrosity.

"He doesn't like you."