In reply to Chullka (msg # 22):

The Rancor's Den started out as a pilot dive, and you can still see the ghosts of the old rocketjocks in the lines and the curves of the building. Since those days, though, an offworld investor from Alderaan bought the place and introduced his uptown sensibilities--the result being a fusion of high class and spaceport trash that makes for really interesting company. For all of your discreet transportation needs, legal or otherwise, personal or otherwise, the Rancor's Den is reputed to be the best place in the entire city. By some, it's said to be the best place on the entire planet.
Unlikely as it is, the club is also a hopping music scene, as the owner has personal contacts in the biz. The sound stage, situated in the middle of three diamond-shaped dance floors, is infamous for its killer acoustics and was rumored to cost billions of credits to design and build. One or another of the best bands in the sector is always headlining there, and every time a new singer runs a galactic tour through this part of space, you can bet that one of the stops will be at the Rancor's Den.
All that hype translates into a club-and-bar that's part tourist trap, part launchpad crash, part serious meeting spot, and all soul.

As you enter, the main room of the Den thrums with the horns and the drums of a Wookie acoustic band playing a ballad for the daytime crowd. None of the dancers are performing yet, leaving the raised pedestals empty, their lights dark and bulbous like the eye pods of a sleeping giant insect.
There are plenty of people at the tables, though, and the dull roar of conversation plays a pleasant counterpoint to the mellow crooning of the band while agile waitstaff dart in and out of the crowd bearing trays of food, drink, and dishes.

Yuher scans the crowd until he spots the person for whom he's looking. He points to the wall opposite the door, about halfway between the front bar and the doors to the dance halls in the back.
"V3-6. Looks like she's with a customer."
The big human standing behind her you recognize as V3's Mandalorian bodyguard Tava Ked, but there's also a Cerean man sitting in the booth across from her. He's dressed in some kind of crew uniform. An offworlder, obviously, but it's impossible to tell who he's with.

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 25):

"I'm going to get me a couple of Green Novas. You want anything?" asks Chullka.

In reply to Chullka (msg # 26):
 The duo see La'fenna at a table in the center of the main room. Surrounded by  five other females of different Races. they are all elegantly dressed and sipping on expensive drinks. A serving droid extends  a large inner tray to scoop the republic credits strewn on the table, as payment for the refreshments. All the while a not so small group of humanoid males are gathered around the table. Looking to get the females attention. La'fenna shouts out to her two companions as she notices them walk by. " Hey boys! What took you so long getting here?" She notices Chullka heading for the bar. "Chullka be a doll, get something for me and my friends, would you?"
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In reply to La'fenna Tacha (msg # 27):

Chullka simply waves a half dismissive wave at La'fenna and her friends. All the while keeping an eye on the dagger like looks he gets from the surrounding males. " Might as well play along and have a little fun," he thinks to himself. "Ice Drop wine isn't it?", he asks La'fenna. She smiles and nods. He winks back and calls over a serving droid to order the table three bottles of the over priced beverage.

In reply to Chullka (msg # 28):

"Get me a Bantha's Teat," Yuher calls at Chullka's back as his friend heads to the bar. He makes his way obliquely toward La'fenna's table, coming up to the back of the crowd of panting men and blending in. His eyes aren't on the crowd, though--he's still watching the transaction between the droid fixer and the Cerean spaceman.
Tava Ked spots Chullka heading for the bar and lifts her chin at him from across the room when he looks her way, making her dreadlocks jangle jauntily with the optical bells tied to the ends. Yuher shakes his head, bemused. Tava always did have a thing for that Dugg.
Meanwhile, the Cerean looks around nervously and pulls out a small hide bag about the size of a young Kowakian monkey-lizard. V3-6's emotive indicators flash an annoyed shade of orange, and she grabs his wrist with one of her spindly lower arms to keep him from lifting it onto the table. Tava shifts her feet in an unusually uneasy gesture while her hand drifts to the holster at her side.

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 29):

Chullka returns to the table just as the serving droid has placed La'fenna's bottles on the table. He hands Yuher his drink and takes his own two and pulls a brass colored seat a bit from the end towards the table. Causing a bit of a screeching sound along the floor. He then plops into the Dug tailored species seat and looks over the people at and around the table. " Spending credits again huh, La'feena? At this rate you could buy your very own ship in a couple of weeks."
" I figured this world was all backwater and unsettled," replies La'feen. "So since the rest of the crew were all too busy to even talk. I got bored and decided to make friends with some of the locals." she says beaming.

Chullka pulls out a mythinnarr stick and bites one end off. Letting his tongue roll the stick between his teeth savoring the cinnamon like spices of the infused wooded stick. "Indeed," he says through clenched teeth sucking on the stick. He grabs one of the novas and downs it in a single gulp." You don't mind if Yuher and I share your table? We have some business here but it would be nice to sit with a pretty familiar face. Isn't that right Yuher?"

In reply to Chullka (msg # 30):

Yuher pushes past the group of avid men and sits distractedly in an empty seat next to a wide-eyed Nelvaanian woman.
"Right."
"Yuher, this is Azra," La'feen purrs. "I found her shopping refitted parts in the trade bazaar for her old Delaya courier. She's pretty, isn't she?
"I call it 'Ruvan Holt'," she explained shyly in a lilting accent. "It translates to... um. Roughly, 'Fleeting Ghost'."
"Uh-huh." Yuher is still distracted by the exchange on the other side of the room. V3-6's lights are flickering all over the color spectrum in agitation, and the Cerean is making small chopping motions as he retorts angrily. Tava is back to her icy self, though, so they're probably just discussing terms.
La'feen scolds, "Now, Yuher, don't be rude."
Irritated, the bounty hunter turns--and stops short. His jaw hangs open unflatteringly. Well. Unflatteringly for him. Azra puts a hand over her face and looks away demurely.
Yuher clears his throat. "You are right, La'feen. I apologize if I was rude." He faces Azra. "My name is Yuher Tru'sar. It's lovely to meet a radiant creature such as yourself. However," he continues gruffly, casting a dark look in Chulka's direction. "I actually am busy. We are hoping to make some credits here."

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 31):

BLACK AND BROWN SMOKE FILLS THE SKY AS A RATHER LARGE CORILEAN SPACE CRAFT MAKES A HARD SLIDING CRASH INTO THE DESERTED TURRAIN CAUSING THE SAND TO JUMP UP, COVERING THE SHIP IN A "SKIRT" OF ROCKS, PEBBLES, AND DIRT. FROM THE INSIDE CONFINES OF THE GROUNDED CONTRAPTION, VARIOUS MUFFLED SCREAMS CAN BE HEARD BUT ARE TOO UNCLEAR TO MAKE OUT. ON THE BRIDGE, LORD SHAED HAS KEPT CALM BY USE OF THE FORCE WHILE HIS CREW HAVE BEEN COMING VERY DISTRAUGHT. "SILENCE" SHAED DEMANDS SO THAT HE MAY ATTEMPT TO REGAIN CONTROL OF HIS SOLDIERS. "YOU AND....YOU, I WANT YOU TO SEARCH THE LANDING BAY AND SEE IF, AND HOW MANY BUZZ CYCLES YOU CAN FIND. WE ARE GOING TO THE CITY FOR PARTS. AND....SEND THE NAVIGATOR TO THE BRIDGE. TELL HIM...I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A WORD WITH HIM. THAT WILL BE ALL, NOW.... GO!" SHAED SHOUTED WITH GREAT SEVERITY IN HIS VOICE. RATTLING SOUNDS RANG OUT ALL THROUGH THE SHIP AS TROOPS SHIFTED THROUGH THE ONCE OPERATIONAL EQUIPMENT. "SIR, YOU CALLED FOR ME SIR?" SAID A VOICE FROM OVER THE INTERCOM. "I CALLED FOR YOUR PRESENCE ENCIN NOT FOR YOU TO COWER BEHIND A BUNCH OF CABLES AND WIRES." SAID SHAED. "YES SIR B.B.UUT THERES SO MUCH DEBRIS I THOUGHT THAT THI..." HIS WORDS WERE CUT SHORT FROM A STRANGE PULLING SENSATION AND THE POP!SHAED HAD USED THE FORCE TO SHATTER A COUPLE OF HIS RIBS. "YES, YOU WERE SAYING ENCIN?" "YE YE YES SIR ; THE MAN COUGHS SCREAMING OUT IN PAIN, THERE IS SO..." POP! THE ENCIN FALLS TO THE SHIPS FLOOR AS HE FEELS HIS LEFT LEG SHATTER. "SIR, WHYYYYY?" THE MAN PLEADS TO THE SITH. "BECAUSE YOU ARE A COWARD AND I HAVE NO TIME OR USE FOR COWARDS, GOODBYE ENCIN."" NOOOOOO WAI--!" THE SOLDIERS HEAD EXPLODED LEAVING SKULL FRAGMENTS AND BRAIN MATTER ON THE COM IN FRONT OF HIM. "CLEAN THAT UP AND DO WHAT YOU ALL WERE TOLD BEFORE I DECIDE TO HANDLE THIS , HIS VOICE BECOMES HIGHER IN PITCH AND MORE MANIACLE, MYSELF.FIND THOSE CYCLES!"
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In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 31):

Chullka discreetly unsnaps the straps on his blasters. Sensing with some assumption that Yuher might have noticed something. He turns to La'feena looking for something to draw attention away from his movements and says leering," want me to sit in your lap, delicious lady?" While looking at Yuher's expression while seemingly flirting

In reply to twiztidsnoman (msg # 32):

continue with your narrative please.

In reply to Chullka (msg # 34):
[OUT OF CHARACTER TO THE GM]  I APPRECIATE THE HELM. ITS SSD HOW MUCH PLEASURE I GOT OUTTA JUS WRITING THAT HMMMMMMHMMMMMHMMMM

In reply to Chullka (msg # 33):

Yuher gives Chullka a significant look, then inclines his head toward an isolated group sitting in the corner near the doors to the dance halls. Sitting at the table are two Rodians in battle armor, a Meri in a loose-fitting pocket vest with a long blaster rifle hanging off the chair behind him, and a dark-haired human woman with a crop top leather jacket and a bandolier. They've hardly touched their drinks and are paying an unhealthy amount of attention to V3-6's meeting. You can see her Mandalorian bodyguard watching them with a careful eye.
The Jedi smiles at his friend and pats the saber at his hip. They both know nobody would dare to start something inside the Den, but there are plenty of dead-end alleys in the streets around perfect for an ambush.

In reply to Shaed (msg # 35):

 GUSTS OF WIND FILLED WITH SAND AND DIRT ARE FILLING THE SHIP, MAKING ITS WAY IN FROM THE HOLES CAUSED  BY THE CRASH. THE FRIENDLY BUT POINTLESS CHATTER FROM THE CREW HAS CEASED FROM THE PRESENCE OF THE SITH. TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP; "SIR WE MANAGED TO FIND THREE. BUZZ CYCLES FROM THE WRECKAGE. WE ALSO WERE ABLE TO FIND ONE WORKING SAND SPEEDER. IF YOU WOULD. LIKE, WE CAN HAVE THEM FUELED AND STANDING READY." SAID SERGEANT MAKUUB. "AND WHAT OF MY PERSONAL CYCLE?" SHAED ASKS. "WE WERE ABLE TO FIND IT HOWEVER, THE FRONT RUTTER NEEDS REPLACING  BEFORE IT IS OPERABLE." HE ANSWERS. "VERY WELL SERGEANT MAKUUB, GATHER YOUR TROOPS AND  BEGIN THE FINAL PREPARATION FOR OUR DEPARTURE." THE SERGEANT REPLIES "RIGHT AWAY SIR!", TURNS AROUND WITH A ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY DEGREE TWIST AND MAKES HIS WAY BACK TOWARD THE LAND VESSELS.

In reply to Shaed (msg # 35):

Always!

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 36):

"Gag me with a hydro-spanner!", exclaims La'Fenna slapping away Chullka's seemingly flirtaious attempts. Much to the amusment of the surrounding men. Their jeers and jibes running through the group. " Ah c'mon sweetness thats not what you said on the ship yesterday." says Chullka giving a wink in Yuher's direction. "I said no!" says La'fenna agitated. She slaps at him again. Chullka  pulls slightly into the slap, letting it connect and letting the force propel him off his chair . He staggers upright looking at the glaring La'fenna and staggers away. Giving a quick look at Yuher. He taking both drinks in hand he somehow managed to hold on to, without spilling a drop. He makes his way to the table Yuher noted and staggers again dropping to one knee. One of his drinks goes flying to the group at the table. Soaking them in sticky green beverage.

In reply to Chullka (msg # 39):

The Meri stands up and roars when the Green Nova hits his vest and starts steaming. "Do you know how much this vest is worth, you clumsy maggot?" he bellows in rage.
One of the Rodians dabs unhappily at his breastplate with a piece of cloth, while the other jumps to his feet and swipes futilely at his dripping belt with one bracer. Smoke starts coming from one of his pouches, and he shakes his head and lets out a keening moan and gives up trying to wipe off the liquid.
The angry Meri towers over Chullka. "Who's going to pay for my suit?" he demands with clenched fists.

Yuher doesn't say anything, but moves up behind Chullka quietly. "How do you want to handle this?"

From the side of the room, Tava watches the escalating situation with concern while V3-6 and the Cerean continue with their negotiation uninterrupted.

Meanwhile, several of the serving droids silently circle around Chullka and the Meri and their friends, enforcing a separation between the arguing group and the rest of the patrons.

SAND QUICKLY JUMPS UP AND DOWN CAUSING CLOUDS OF SAND TO FORM BEHIND EACH BUZZ CYCLE. THE THREE MACHINES QUICKLY MAKE THEIR APROACH TO THE NEARBY CITY STAYING A TACTICAL V FORMATION. FOLLOWING CLOSELY BEHIND, IS THE SINGLE SAND SPEEDER TGAT WAS ALSO RETRIEVED FROM THE WRECKAGE. AS THE CHOSEN CREW OF THE FALLEN STAR COME CLOSER CROSSING OVER HILLS AND DUNES, THE LIGHTS FROM CITY ARE QUICKLY BECOMING MORE AND. MORE VISABLE.
"AS WE REACH THE OUSCURTS OF THE CITY, I SHALL LEAVE YOU TO DO YOUR JOB AND FIND THE PEACES WE NEED FOR REPAIRS MAKUUB. KEEP A LOW PROFILE. WE DONT WANT TO RISE ANY SUSPITION THAT I AM CLOSE BEHIND YOU. LETS GATHER WHAT WE CAME FOR AND BE DONE WITH IT. FAILME, AND I SHALL BE DONE WITH YOU SEARGANT."
"AS WISH LORD SHAED." SAYS SEARGANT MAKUUB.
THE SMALL GROUP COMES TO A HALT AND THE TROOPS DSMOUNT THEIR BUZZ CYCLES GRABBING POUCHES FROM EACH ONE OF THEIR BACKS WICH CONTAIN MORE CIVILIAN LIKE CLOTHING. TO RIGHT OF THE PARTY SITS WHAT LOOKS LIKE A SMALL RUN DOWN ABANDONED OLD QUARTER WICH WAS MORE THAN LIKELY PART OF THE ORIGINAL VILLAGE THAT WAS HERE PRIOR TO THE CONSTRUCTION OF THE CITY.
"I WILL HOLD UP HERE WITH MY TWO GUARD WHILE YOU VONTINUE THE TASK AT HAND. DO NOT COMMUNICATE WITH ME OVER COM LINKS. JUST GET THE JOB DONE AS FAST AND AS EFFICENTLY AS POSIBLE."demands SHAED.
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In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 40):

[Do you (Yuher) have any aspects that I (GM) can invoke in this situation? as per FATE AC rules.]

In reply to Shaed (msg # 41):

You sense other force users in the city. Your men have gone searching for the parts. Yet you sense these force sensitives. A couple of these are fully trained others pliable and modable. I am invoking a force vision. Roll 4 D6's and add your Clever bonus if any to the roll Mike

In reply to Chullka (msg # 43):

I ROLLED A (2), (2), (4), (6), I HAVE NO CLEVER

In reply to Chullka (msg # 42):

Yuher is Quick on the Draw and impulsive, but although he's Strengthened by his Rage, he's not particularly hotheaded. On the other hand, he Doesn't Trust Anyone, so if anybody makes any sudden moves, he might just take off a hand first and ask questions later, and consequences be damned. His high concept includes both Disgraced Jedi and Bounty Hunter, so any professional prejudices or rivalries from either of those could apply; and His Trouble is "Everybody wants a piece of me", to reinforce that his past and profession often create challenges (or opportunities, depending on your perspective) for him.
And all these should be on his character sheet for reference.

In reply to Shaed (msg # 44):

You have a vision in the force you see 2, maybe three force sensitives. You see different possible futures. One where you destroy them another where they join you. Do you dismiss the vision or heed its call?

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 45):


I am going to invoke Chullka's brash concept and Yuher's Quick on the Draw.

Chullka staggers to the angry merc and spouts. "Sorry, I upset the misses and she,*burp*, hit me." " Let me spit shine your shoes." Chullka stoops over and heaves. Green flame and the contents of his stomach splattering on the mercs boots. Quickly turning to Yuher he says. " Now , Yuher!" As he stands upright drawing his blasters and shoots out as many over head lights as he can. (Am invoking his blasterFu aspect).
"Just like old times,eh Yuher?" he shouts. "I be bad, you be good, They be uglified!"

In reply to Chullka (msg # 46):

HEED THE CALL

In reply to Shaed (msg # 48):

You sense there is some sort of commotion down the side streets of the city. They seem to point you in the direction of the entertainment district. It means crossing through very mean streets from your current position to get to the source of your vision. Or you can go around the side of town. Bypassing the lower quarters of town altogether. Of course that will take longer. Which do you choose?