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 Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 6:24 am
This is a place to collect work for Bounty Hunters, Mercenaries and Civilians, alike. It is a rough and tough place, having frequent fights been partons over little things like bounties.
This Cantina is owned by a Falleen male, by the name of Cobbler. He as a wide selection of races working for him and sometimes you will find him out in the Cantina with the partons.
You must have landed on Nar Shadaa inorder to post here.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 7:08 am
Jobs for all
Bounties To Be Chased
Wanted, Dead or Alive: Getto Fero
Last seen on Mon Calamri. This Duro will most likely be found in the lower depeaths of the underwater cities, hiding like the rat he is. Bring him or his head to Vardnic Ferd, who will be found Na Shadaa's trade district.
Reward: 100,000 RC
Wanted: Des Glick
Last seen fleeing from Ord Mantell, in a Star Courier. Most likely headed for Ryloth. Warning: this Human is heavily armed and will not be taken lightly. Once he has been re-cpatured, take him to Kessel and see the Prison Warden. Has to be taken alive for full reward.
Reward: Alive- 500,000 RC. Dead- 250,000 RC
(Authorities not yet informed but the fugitive is dead)
Wanted: Mars Kol
Last seen on Manaan. Must be exterimated. Deliver his head to The Receiver on Taris. This Falleen must not live any longer.
Reward: 1,000,000 RC
People In Need Of Help
None now, come back tomorrow for more information.
Work For The Common Man
Cantina workers needed
Atleast two waiters/ress are needed to serve customers. The jobs will include working in either Cobbler's Breath Inn or Ysalamiri Lounge. Must have own transport. Must be willing to serve anyone or anything. Any race apply. No experience needed, but would be prefered.
Pay per week: 5,000 RC for ten posts or more
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 9:07 pm
Revenant enters, upon finding no bounties he grows bored and leaves, heading for his ship.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 12:53 pm
One could find Graice in one of the many backrooms of the cantina, sitting in the center of a furnished couch, sitting up and hunched over his portable computer, on a table in front of him. Sprawled out on the table were all his belongings, including his pack, his helmet, a position system, a previously cleaned undersuit for his armor, ammo cartridges, and many gadgets useful for space travel. His weapon, he kept on the couch, within armreach; a habit, some would say.
His computer resembled more than anything a small version of a modern symphasizer, which emitted a 'screen' of light into the air, suspended on what acted like an invisible screen. Besides the dim neon lamps engraved into the ceiling, the screen was the only course of light in the room, and as such, everything in the room was lit a soft blue color. By typing on the board included on the device, and waving his fingers in front of the screen emitted into the air, he was able to quickly navigate processes and applications.
In this case, "Grey Ghost" just happened to be looking through the previous missions he and his partner had accomplished. He calculated the money accumulated from the missions. Fustrated, he pondered where the money had gone. Deep down, he knew where. Drinks. Gambling. Unneeded foodstuffs and an over-excessive amount of spare ammunition. He felt as if he spent as much time working on his arsenal than he spent using it. Regardless, he cursed out loud, as if everyone were against him.
Another such thought went through his head, which he made no hesitation to express out loud, though no one was there to hear.
"God dammit! Where the hell is Kelen, she was supposed to be back with drinks quite a while ago!"
Providing no corresponding facial expressions, he pounded the table as if he were to please a non-existant audience. Internally, he laughed at the matter. He did not want to admit it, but he beginning to enjoy working with the lady. Perhaps it was because he had lived alone for so long. He could not coin it himself.
The uplifting spirit he possessed was snuffed out as soon as Graice heard someone fast approaching the door to the room. Quickly, he picked up his DC-17m, with the assault modification still attached. Honed in on the door. The weapon soon found its way back onto the couch when Graice saw Kelen open the door, with green-glowing drinks in her other hand.
"About time you came back..."
His voice carried no such sign of appreciation at all. Perhaps it was just that time of day for him. Alas, how was one to respond to that?
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 3:20 pm
The harsh voice of her partner brought no smile to Kelen's lips. His asinine tendencies frustrated her sometimes, but she chose to ignore it. Her facial expression, however, showed a brief reaction as her lip curled up into a sneer. Remembering herself, it disappeared back into the nothingness that usually inhabited her facial features.
"Get 'em yourself, next time, if you have a problem with my timing."
Although the pair worked well together, they did not always get along. Arguments frequently broke out resulting in something broken. She began to tally up the number of time Graice had pulled a gun on her. She was going on four. Yet, for all of their arguments, they still could not afford to work separately. Money was tight when they were out of work, but it came easily to them when jobs were available. The lifestyle was unstable, but they managed to make it work.
The door closed loudly behind her as she stepped into the room. The glasses rattled together in her hands with each step she took. The glasses were uncomfortably large for her hands. Her fingers stretched out in the awkward position in order to contain the glasses. Despite the awkwardness of the grip, she did not drop them, and almost gracefully she made her way to the couch.
Kelen sat down on the couch next to Graice's gun. She would rather acquaint herself with the weapon than tolerate Graice while he was drinking. Handing him a drink, she slouched back on the couch and sipped at her own. She wasn't in the mood for heavy drinking.
"Did you find anything while I was out?"
OOC: As Dane Cook would say, "Enjoy your spaghetti, you're very rude."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 6:25 pm
Graice fluttered from the door, to the drink in his hands, and then to her. In a solitary cheer, an expression of sorts, he first raised the glass to her before putting it to his lips and tipping. One could hear him sigh after removing the glass from his lips. One could see him whipe his mouth with his bare hand. He brushed aside his helmet on the table with his other hand to make room for his drink, in which he placed down gently. A fourth of the fluid was already gone.
Graise inched his rear back up to the front of the couch, as he had been positioned before, hunched over the manifest.
"Mmm. Actually, check this out."
Quickly darting to close out windows, as well as opening and repositionings others on the seemingly infinite canvas that the device provided, he much resembled a music maestro. He was all to used to waving his hands around in the air in such a way, it seemed almost second nature to him.
Finally, he came to a list of previous missions, organized in a convient database. He scrolled through all of it, and showed her the accumulation of money the two had earned throughout the month. With the press of a button, the money they had used within the month was deducted from the figure, giving them a meager balance of 9000 credits. He raised his eyebrow in a cocky manner, and while holding this expression, darted a glance back at Kelen.
"I think we should be laying off these drinks, eh?" He pointed out her drink, and chuckled.
"Wise spenders we are, wise spenders indeed."
He grabbed his own glass and guzzled down the remaints, again, whipping his mouth clean with his hand.
The application terminated.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 6:11 am
A small light flickers on the Holo-net screens, to signal that there is new jobs availible. See second post for more information.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 5:00 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 5:21 pm
"Well, of all people, I would figure you would be the one to do your research on a piece of technology before speaking of it. Honestly, I always coined you as a perfectionist. Anywho..."
His eyes darted back to the screen as his hands shifted to terminate more applications. While doing so, he spoke.
"You see, to be able to read the Holonet directly off this computer, it would require me to hack into their network and tap the information. But that would be considered cheating, in the bounty busisness. We could technically learn about jobs as soon as they popped up on the holonet, before anyone else. And it's not easy to cover one's tracks, it's a very secure system. Technically, I could do it, but it wouldn't be too long before we were demerited for it. I think we should go and check out the holonet screens and see if any jobs are up.
Honestly, I want to keep this job. But of course, I could find it an interesting prospect, seeing you dancing out there with the skimpy twi'leks. Eh? Eh?"
Graice pounced sideways towards her, and nudged her waist a couple of times in a friendly-chum manner, cackling.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 9:42 am
Shell just walked in and sat at a table to rest for a moment before leaving again. It was an odd sort of place, homely, but you didn’t want to turn you back on any one there. Shell liked this place for theses odd reasons, you knew where you stood. He looked up at the notice board for any jedi bounties wanted, but there was none.
"Something is coming I can feel it in my bones, more and more force users seem to be popping up."
Looking at the board he saw the Escort Needed job.
"Hmmm, good republic credits I am running low. I may not need to kill on this one."
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 8:28 am
Shell gets up and walks out of the inn, slowly, not looking even once at the other people there. one of the bounty hunters did give him a hard look. as he walked to the dock out of the city, to get a new fighter. the bounty hunter landed in a fighter next to him.
"you the man who killed may friend gorz."
the man spat as he spoke. it was a Advozse raefer, a disgusting one, Shell could see, as a bit of drool dripped down his face
"who."
shell replied with not even looking at the thing.
"the man that tried to take your fighter scum."
"oh that guy, well he was scum"
"WHAT"
"that’s a nice V-wing"
the Advozse looked back at his ship quickly turning back to shell, only to see the end of shell's Rebel E-11 Carbine in his face. As the Advozse looked at it with sweat dripping from his forehead, shell's red jacket drooped down.
"errr! no need to be that way hehe"
"fine you pile of fat, get going"
the Advozse quickly ran off, back to the town falling as he did so in to the dirt. shell got in to the Advozse’s fighter and lifted of the ground, heading in to space.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 11:55 am
He almost succeeded in making her smile, but remembering herself, she simply let a small smirk crack the corners of her lips.
"I would never be caught dead dancing among those twi'lek whores. Not even if you got me swaggering drunk."
She gave her partner a playful punch in the arm as she stood up and stretched. Her drink still sat on the table, untouched.
"Do you want that," she mumbled as her hand pointed toward the drink. "I lost my appetite for it a while ago."
"Depending on what the holonet has to offer, are we going to go for a much larger prize, or shall we take it easy this time? To be honest, that last mission did wear me out. I was hoping we might go for something not quite as adventurous."
Leaving the private room, the two made their way through the bar until they reached the holonet screen that towered above the floor. Kelen's eyes scanned the screen as she quickly assessed each assignment. She was much slower in doing this than usual. It must have been the drinks.
"Perhaps we should lend our services to the Senator from Kamino. The job doesn't seem too difficult, and the pay is well worth the effort. Bounties are fun, I must admit, but they are so tedious. Besides, protecting the Senator may prove beneficial for us."
OOC: Sorry, Rooster, it is no good. I didn't attend any classes today because of my illness, so I thought I would post. I'm sorry it is bad, but I suppose I have an excuse of sorts. Illness can do crazy things to the mind.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 7:50 am
"Tedious, you say? Since when has snapping up a bounty proved to be tedious? Is your role in the bounties really all that boring?"
Graice transferred his eyes from the screen, quickly to the beauty of a face that belonged to Kelen... quickly to a twi'lek dancer's lovely bunch of cocanuts... and then down to the drink he held in his hands, in front of his chest. Kelen's old drink. He tilted back and swagged it down in a heartbeat, placing the empty glass on a tray a droid was carrying past him.
"Not really sure how this mission would proove beneficial to us, but, damn, that is a thick slab of cash right there. Maybe I won't even have to open up a round on this one. Might be refreshing, really. I suppose I have no trouble with it. See if you can confirm the mission, I'm going to run in real quick to grab my helmet, amongst other things, for the mission."
Graice dashed to the private room, almost running over several people of smaller stature than him, causing a ruckus.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 10:19 pm
Kelen watched Graice leave, her eyes falling on his hind end as he ran back into the room. A slight smirk twisted the corner of her lips as she mentally laughed at herself. She turned back to the holonet screen, her hand gracefully reaching up to touch it. It had been awhile since she signed on to the database. The holonet log knew that Kelen and Graice worked together, so the last couple of jobs they completed he had signed for. Oh well, it was her turn anyway.
Using the touchscreen she accessed the log in page. Her hand remained on the screen as the holonet database scanned her fingerprints. The sensation was warm, and tickled her fingertips. The screen faded away and was replaced by another that requested her name. "Kelen Nabell," she said aloud, as the computer quickly accessed her information. She was not very fond of the voice activated system. On one occassion Graice was forced to log in, because the system failed to recognize her voice through a hoarse throat.
Waving her hand around the screen once more, she opened the current jobs that were available. Without even a glance at the others she confirmed the job labeled Bodyguard Needed and signed out of the system. Her hand dropped down from the screen to rest at her side as she turned to watch Graice exit the private room.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 5:04 pm
The door shut behind him firmly, and electronically locked. A comfort of paying for a room in the cantina. Clipping his rifle to a carbine on his waist, he used both his hands to throw his helmet onto his head as he slowly walked over to Kelen. The helmet was buckled tight by the time he had finally reached her. No longer were his facial features visible, for they rested behind a visor inpenetrible by the normal eye. He gazed around, turning from side to side, his gun bouncing off his knee, as he pulled his gauntlets to be taut to his skin. The helmet distorted his voice a bit as he talked.
"So, we're all set? Can we go now, mate?"
He grinned from behind his mask. Uttering his own words back to himself in his head just made him feel that much more confident with his work. 'Same old, same old', they would often say....
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