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Post by Darth Nephlium on Aug 17, 2010 21:40:02 GMT -5
*As Neph sleeps in the lofts above the club he dreams of death and destruction. Bodies burning people screaming. The sun is blacked out from all the smoke rising into the skies. The one and only dark lord of the Sith Lord Nephlium stands ontop of a spire balcony over looking the destruction of what used to be the capital city of Coruscant. Five shadowy figures stand behind him there eye's glowing and they laugh as they share a drink.*
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Post by Darth Nephlium on Aug 18, 2010 20:17:57 GMT -5
*Awakes after a long and re-energizing sleep. He gets his bearings and returns to the ground level of the club. He knows this place is familar but different in some way, and this doesn't sit well with Lord Nephlium. He sits at the bar and rubs his eyes the bartender walks up to Neph to get and order.*
What you want?
*Neph glares at him. Before he speaks.*
I need to speak with the owner.
*The man behind the bar swallows hard.*
Well that would be me.
*Neph smiles as he sets a briefcase on the bar*
How much would you sell this establishment for? Im banking that you will take 8.5 Million credits.
*Neph says this as he waves his hand placing the thought of selling and taking the credits.*
You want this place it's yours.
*The bartender removes his apron takes the case and leaves. As he exits the door a group of droids enter to remodel the place and the new bar tender droid FK-U2. Neph sits back and smiles as the pieces begin to come back together.*
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Post by Borris Krieg on Aug 25, 2010 13:17:08 GMT -5
Joker entered the bar in a usual manner. He was 2 minutes early, and he knew Krieg would be there soon. He looked around and saw a lot of droids doing remodeling.
" Hmm, looks like the place's ownership changed since I was last here. Heh, even the name did. Wonder why...? More importantly, can I still get a drink around here? Boy the commander is gonna be pissed if they don't have Thundercloud. He always drinks one here." He then notices a rather spooky character smiling by the bar.
"Hmm, that guy looks dangerous, better wait for commander." he said as he sit down at a nearby table. As he sat down he mumbled to himself: " Please ignore me, please ignore me, please ignore me....."
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Post by Borris Krieg on Aug 26, 2010 11:43:31 GMT -5
Krieg enters the bar breathing heavily. It's obvious he ran here. He looks around and sees all the droids, the guy at the bar, and Joker at a nearby table.
" Hey, Joker, what'cha doing there?"
" Waiting for you! I couldn't get a drink since I was too scared of the guy whit a creepy grin at the bar."
Krieg looks at the guy again, examining him more profoundly.
" Ah, he doesn't look like the type to actually cause trouble. C'moon let's go to the bar. I see a serving droid there and I doubt any of the other droids would get our order." then after looking around the bar again he says: "But man is this place empty!"
Krieg and Joker sit at the bar a few chairs away from the single other living being in the building, apart for possible rats and other critters.
" Thundercloud for me! says Krieg"
" One shot of Juma... and keep' em coming. said Joker."
" So, commander what did you found out anyway?"
" Nothing much, but I did got some lightsaber parts. Just need 2 crystals then I got myself a real jedi weapon. Thing is, I have no idea where I can get some. Maybe I'll try my luck on the black market on Nar Shada. i should be able to find something that resembles the 2 crystals I need."
" But do you have any idea how to assemble it?"
" Yeah, it's all in this datapad." Krieg reached out into his pocket, took out the datapad, then threw it on the bar. As it landed, the datapad beeped. " Now what's this?" Krieg took the datapad in his hand and read the new message that appeared on it. He cleared his voice and began to read some parts of the message out loud for Joker to hear:" This is padawan Kael-Bau of the Jedi order. The master told us that two days from tomorrow we need to go into the Cristal Cave. We all know what that means. We're gonna get our lightsabers! Finally! I already have everything I need stashed away back in my room under the sofa. I wonder were the master will take us. To the ancient Crystal Cave on Ilum, or to Dantoine?....blah blah blah... oh here's something interesting! I still need a focusing crystal for my lightsaber I asked master about one, and he said to get one when we go to the caves. It's a bit smaller and has a different glow from the main crystal he told me. ... blah blah blah ohh here: I hate the fact that we have to meditate on our cristals using the force for a some time. Master told me that the more we meditate, the better the cristal gets. I'm not so good whit theese kinds of thing, So I probably won't meditate more than a few hours on mine....blah blah blah... oh this is interesting! The master postponed our departure for the caves for some reason. He says he fears for our sake. If anything happens, i must make sure to get my lightsaber parts. I don't know how long it will take to gather everything again.... And that's the last entry... Hmm probably the youngling died in that accident from when the temple was closed. Heh, his loss our gain, right?"
" You know commander, sometimes I'm more afraid of you than the sith."
" Hah, comparing sith to me is like comparing Vornskr to Rancors. Still at least now we know were to get the crystals. But I have no idea what crystal would be good and whatnot. So the main objective is still finding ourselves some nice happy force-using friends."
" So where to next?"
" Hmm nowhere fast I'm afraid I know the temple is on Yavin IV, but WHERE? And I doubt I'll just wound up and bump in a force user pretty soon, and BY THE FORCE WHERE IS OUR DRINKS?! Hey you stupid robot move it!"
" I'm very sorry sir, I'm new here so I don't know where all the drinks are stored. Here are your drinks, I apologize for the delay>" it speaks in a very common robotic voice."
The 2 men enjoy their drinks.
***
After a few hours and many glasses, the two men return to the ship and sleep the day's worth.
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Post by Darth Nephlium on Sept 7, 2010 11:58:09 GMT -5
*Darth Nephlium goes to his office having realized he went into a force trance while the new club was being re-built around him. He enters his office and a naked Twi'lek female is laying on the couch asleep. She must have been waiting for awhile. Neph pokes her.*
"Wake up you are hired. Now get out and shake your money maker."
*The Twi looks surprised but does not question her new employer and puts some skimpy outfit that was laying next to the couch on and goes out into the bar area to take the stage. Nephlium relaxes behind his computer consol and leans back in his chair.*
"This is going to get good."
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Post by Darth Nephlium on Sept 8, 2010 10:36:27 GMT -5
(((UPDATE: The club has new employee's.
Head Chef-Mini Prime. He is one of the finest chef's in the galaxy. He also has many problems so don't piss him off.
Bar Tender- FK-U2
Cooler-Darth Prime He let's the bouncers know when it's time to be nice and not to be nice.
Sappy Fett - Part time bar tender and part time greeter.
Jodo Kast - Janitor
That is all for now. The club as comfort, booze and cuisine. As well as entertainment.))
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Post by Darth Nephlium on Sept 8, 2010 21:49:55 GMT -5
Stipper polls installed. Check!
Jawa dunk tank. Check!
server droids. Check!
Twi'lek women. Check!
Hmm what am I missing.
*flips off the people waiting around outside.*
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Post by Darth Nephlium on Sept 9, 2010 21:46:14 GMT -5
Neph stands over the rancor pit and Spot roars.
"There, there Spot. I know your hungry but soon you will have plenty to eat."
He steps over to the bar and hits a switch a couple of Jawa's fall into the Rancor pit and are quickly eaten. Neph installs the security system. If trouble were to ever start they will find a quick end. Also the well trained Yslarmi will keep things interesting.
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Post by Darth Nephlium on Sept 21, 2010 10:40:02 GMT -5
*Neph figures they have waited long enough and he opens the doors. people rush in in anticipation. The club has been renovated completely to look exactly like it did back in the day. With a few updated things. Happy with himself Neph takes a seat behind the bar and pours himself a glass of the green stuff. He takes a sip and smiles remembering the good ole days. But those days are long gone. Too many rats. He thinks to himself.
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Post by Master Lalaithion on Oct 20, 2010 14:02:37 GMT -5
*The floor suddenly shakes with power. Not enough to break anything, but just enough vibration that the dancers look really interested. As the door opens a near-blinding light is thrown into the room for a moment as an amazing stranger walks in to the club. Even though he (obviously a 'he' - even at first glance all the men in the room feel inadequate (because they are) and the women are instantly aroused) is robed and hooded it is clear that he is better than you. His presence radiates an air of superiority that is far from haughty or arrogant but is calmly and supremely awesome. As this glorious character saunters to the bar you notice that he doesn't strut like so many fops and arrogant d-bags would, but he walks with such poise and power that you can't help but be jealous and, at the same time, reverent. As you try to imagine what you will tell your friends when describing this life-changing encounter you realize that there are no words to possibly describe the glory of the stranger, so you coin a new word in your mind, for you wouldn't dare speak out at a moment like this, lest it be in sheer extacy at his mere presence. You realize that he is truly magniflorious.
As the Magniflorious stranger arrives at the bar, the droid cocks his photoreceptors in awe. The stranger nods his head slightly at the droid who instantly reaches for a dusty and unlabeled bottle of something green and pours it into a tumbler. The serving wenches nearly get into a fight to determine who gets to serve the stranger, though you rightly surmise that he would have no trouble serving all of them at any given time.
The gaggle of wenches arrive at the stranger's table almost as soon as he sits down. Though you can't see his face, you know that he must've smiled at them, because at least half of them faint and the others just let out a soft moan.
He brings the tumbler to his lips and enjoys a drink of the strange green liquid.*
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Post by Takeda on Oct 21, 2010 18:05:13 GMT -5
After too long a wait from the congestion... And here he thought Nar Shadda was bad... Takeda heads to his quarters to clean up and change before heading out on the streets for a bit of relaxation and to upload the reports to the traffic center.
A few minutes later as he is suiting up, Dweezle reports the fuel rates.
"Thank the Maker, those are almost reasonable... oh Dweezel talk to that stupid console there and get it to connect to the local grid, I can't seem to convince it too cooperate."
Taking a moment to make sure his light armor is secure, he reaches for his large knife and thrusts it through his belt and retrieves his pistol from his desk, as he reads the console.
"Star Jammers Lounge... hmmm at least it is close"
He heads out and a short while later arrives at the lounge. Not familiar with local custom, he wanders in hoping it is not some gross breach of etiquette, and if not oh well.
So with out much further ado the nearly nine foot tall blue lizard in dark robes and a hood enters the club and heads straight for the most likely bar like object.
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Post by Grainne Fett on Oct 21, 2010 18:31:14 GMT -5
Walking down the ramp, Kal and Grainne see Z'om'bi at the foot of the ramp. Holding a large bouquet of flowers, he looks angered. "Boss Hottie, I was sent here to meet with you, and the Boss wanted you to give the owners of the place these." Shoving the flowers into Grainne's hands, he looks sickened for having to hold the flowers.
"Dala, Z and i are here as your friends, not 'staff'." Grainne places her hands on each of the men and winks, "I understand. You both do not have to babysit me. The Mandalore forgets, I know the man just as well as he does!" Walking in to the club, they are frisked down and head to back. Z stops at the bar and gets them drinks.
Kal helps Grainne sit down. Looking about, she notices an old friend and winks at him. Placing the flowers on the table, a wench comes over and looks at them. "OHHH for Me, you......." Z stops the woman just by standing next to her. Placing the drinks down, he hands her a card to go with the flowers, "Tell your boss they are from the Fett family, with warmest regards" Z slaps her shebs as she walks away. Leaning back, Grainne sips on her jawa juice.
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Post by Takeda on Oct 21, 2010 18:43:25 GMT -5
Having been cooped up on his ship for too long, Takeda stands at the bar, luckily for him this place was blessed with headroom.
After the obligatory glass of what passes for a local brew-thing, he enjoys sipping his much earned reactor-core. Some of the stress of several sleepless nights and long days under a cranky thermal-coupling sliding off him.
He notices someone apparently of fair importance enter, flanked by a guard of some sort, the pregnant woman sits down and enjoys near immediate service. Trying not to draw too much attention to himself lest he get into a fracas with a local wig, he peruses the party briefly and then turns his attention elsewhere looking about the room.
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Post by Grainne Fett on Oct 21, 2010 18:54:24 GMT -5
Z'om'bi scans the room subtly, and notices the tall creature looking at them. Z nods his head and whispers to Grainne. Popping her head up, she gives Kal the hand signal for relax. Sitting back, a few of the old crowd pop over to see her and she jokes and laughs about old times.
A wench comes over with some food and places in front of them. Grainne looks up, "Mini Me knows me too well!" The wench smiles and leaves the table. "Dala, I got a bad feeling about this!" Kal takes a few bites of his meal, as Z looks about. "LDG, I got your six!" Eating a few bites of her food and watching the banter between Z and Kal, she chuckles, "Least you all forget vod, me and the Boss used to frequent this place before the issue we had, all those years ago!" Sipping her juice, she watches a few twi's dancing on the poles and giggles.
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Post by Takeda on Oct 21, 2010 19:07:41 GMT -5
After a few more minutes of perusing the view and a refill ( blessed be there is actually a place in the core that does not water down their drinks... amazing)
He turns and tries to find a table to sit at so he can enjoy a meal, instead of gulping down some rehashed-trash on the ship. He is used to getting the strange looks and noticing how people tend to either move out of his way or put up a "please do not come over here, you are not welcome here" air about them; but he never expected it would get worse the farther to the core he came, here and now the room was fairly thick with it, but he was hungry and tired and another place might only be worse.
Searching around and about to give up, he finally finds a suitable spot and sits (another trick is finding a chair that can bear his weight). Luckily, this table was unoccupied but it was only a table away from the escorted woman, and that put him on edge for some reason.
Grumbling under his breath, "wretched nightmares"
After a few unsuccessful attempts to snag a server for something resembling a menu, it dawn on him this was not only the seat of the Republic but the the seat of the Empire, and to top it off, the place was just freed from the Vong... Maybe taking a contract here was not such a good idea after all, for his kind may really not be welcome here.
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The Mandalore pro tem
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)checking the site..realizing no one's here and leaves