Cantina

[Robbie]

This is the cantina, it holds the arena, and the pazaak den, and other facilities, such as food and drink.

The first room you come into, holds the pazaak champion of the upper city, Nikolas, who is surrounded by fans. He is arrogant and cocky. Their is also a man, Gurra, who is willing to sell his deck, and a free lesson with it.

Then their is a huge circular area, connected by several rooms, with several attendies.

Then their is the duel room, run by Ajuur, a hutt who wants money.

The most famous comabatants are, deadeye dugan, Gerlon two fingers, Ice, Marl, and Twitch, with Twitch being the strongest. Of course, their was Bendak Starkiller, who, will only face off in a death match, if he thinks he can fight a worthy foe....

Then their are several other rooms, such as the dance room.

You can find all sort of quests here, since of course, it is a cantina.

[steven]

Trent walked in, looking around. He headed into the bar section, and started looking for someone who might have a job.

[Robbie]

As Trent walked in, he noticed three light skinned humans sitting at a table in the back, hushing to one and another, and he noticed a man, with small tears running down his cheeks on another table, and, he saw a lonely woman, who seemed upset about something.

[steven]

Trent walked over to the man.

"Hey, you okay?" Trent sat down in an adjacent seat, hiding his face by his long hood.

"I'm looking for work, I'm a very good, well experience freelancer. Do you need anything, or know anyone that needs something done for some credits?"

[Robbie]

The man sobbed and just broke down, "You want credits, at a time like this!!" From his garb, he was obviously rich.

"Fine, I will give you credits, but only if you can bring me back my one true love, Tasha! If you do this, I will give you 500 credits."

The man looked believable enough, maybe, could even be forced to pay more for it.... It was Trent's choice.

[steven]

"Ugg." "Maybe." Trent left, and looked around some more. Trent left, and walked around, hoping to find something a tad more...exciting

[Robbie]

Trent then turned, and saw a man, in a mandalorian suite, leaning against the wall, and two stih officials at the other.

He also noticed two burly men, who exchanged harsh words with each other, and a Twi lek, who sat in the back, with a cloak over his head.

[steven]

Trent walked over to the sith officials, and the mandalorian.

"I'm a well credited freelancer, do you need any work done?"

[Robbie]

The mandalorian, said, "I don't need help." He slowly walked away, the first sith official, a black male, said, shaking his head, "That stupid mandalorian, won't accept help on missions we give him."

The second one, a white female, said to Trent, "Yes, we do have several jobs, as we are now employing people to assist, in our...problems."

"What the woman is trying to say, is we know that someone is smuggeling cards to the hidden beks."

"And we know that the person is one of us, and in the upper city. But the question is, which one?"

"We managed to bring it down to three suspects, a human male, Rick, a human female, Shelbia, and a Twi'lek male, Zebak."

"They all live in the apartment complex 3-b. Question them, but do not reveal to them we are on to them."

"And find which one is smuggeling the cards." And the two left.

[steven]

"Sure," Trent said to himself. Trent left, and walked to apartment complex 3-b.

[Lystar]

Bren entered the Cantina, loaded down with his many weapons. The scowl faded from his face as he took in the scenes...the loud noise...the music playing. Somewhere in this mess was the arena. Eventually, he would have to face that. But since Lisa was with him, maybe they should find some other way to earn money.

At least he hoped Lisa was with him. He stepped out of the way of the door, glancing at it. Hoping it would open again...

[Jenina Fenwyn]

Lisa cautiously pushed the door open, and walked into the Cantina warily, her feline eyes darting around as she patted her hair down to hide as much of her cat ears as possible. She saw Bren, and a small smile crossed her face. She casually walked over to him, trying to avoid attracting unwanted attention.

[Robbie]

Ajuur the Hutt, was in a busy conversation with several combatents, talking to them and the like. They left, which left the Hutt opened to discussion....

[Lystar]

Bren smiled at her, lowering his voice to a whisper. "That's the guy I need to speak to." He nodded at the Hutt. His mouth suddenly felt dry. "You might want to lurk on the side...Hutts are not nice people." He stood up straight, flexing his muscles for a moment before striding over to the table. He slid into the seat, placing his arms on the table and leaning forward. For a moment, his brain clouded. Only one thought drifted through his mind.

A fifteen year old Bren Kull followed his mentor, friend, and partner as they entered the building. "Stay in the shadows, Kid," Jarn cautioned. The older man, late twenties, brushed a longer strand of hair out of his face. He wore a black sleeveless shirt, designed to help deflect blaster shots. Jarn was confident enough in his martial arts that he wore no other armor. He carried a Tehk'la blade on his back, and a stunspray within easy grasping range, like always. Bren also knew that two vibroknucklers were just a heartbeat away from Jarn's hands.

He approached two men, shrouded in black robes. Bren shuddered. He knew they were assassins...trained to kill. But even assassins needed contacts for weapons. Sweat dripped into the teenager's eyes as Jarn and the assassins began arguing over prices. He clenched a fist over his blaster, ready to rush to his friend's defense. "Jarn...don't press too hard," he muttered.

Suddenly one of the assassins stood, whipping out a vibroblade. He pointed it at Jarn's throat. Silence. Carefully, Jarn used a vibroknuckler to push it away. He stood, unsheathing the Tehk'la blade and holding it at his side. "My price is final!" he said, his voice carrying easily to Bren.

After a moment, the assassins nodded. "We accept."

Afterwards, as they boarded the Rebel's Bane, back then known as the Wolf Fang, Bren shook his head. "How could you stand to do that, Jarn?"

The man laughed, running a hand over Bren's hair. "Confidence, kid. You've gotta have it...or be a good enough actor to fake it. Always.

Bren shook his head briefly. The memory had only taken a few seconds to explore. He forced a smirk across his face. "So," he said, letting the word trail for a bit, "I hear you have an arena here."

[Jenina Fenwyn]

Lisa watched Bren, amazed at his confidence. She knew he was nervous, but she knew she wasn't about to leave him to face the Hutt alone. She patted her hair nervously, making sure her ears were covered. Hutts were not beings to mess around with...