2007-12-23 - Crazy Jedi Talk

The heavy brown reek that fills this area of City does not make exception for this ramshackle building, adding to the clouds of smoke from the Cantina's patrons. In fact, the smoke adds a scent to repulsive smell that makes this little hovel a far more bearable place to be than the open walkways without.
The walls of this grimy den seem to have been fused together from the battered wreckage of starship hulls and durasteel plating from old building foundations. Light is provided from a confused assortment of many-colored lamps hanging from the ceiling by power cables. Every so often these flicker in unison, momentarily increasing the oppressive gloom of the place.
Along one wall three old plasteel desks have been converted into bartops doubling as a dancing runway. A bored and sullen bartender sits behind these desks half-asleep and wholly uninterested in the antics of the Cantina's dancers. Across the floor several round tables have been placed, and in the corners several booths lie hidden in shadows. A small portion of the Cantina has been curtained off with some filthy tattered cloth, behind which an old Sabacc table stands ready for gamblers.
Despite the atmosphere of the place it's patrons are remarkably varied. Rich-looking off-worlders (often with breathing masks) mingle with local scum, discussing who knows what in the shadows of this despicable establishment.
It is night outside, though it would be hard to tell through the murk. Tuil stands at the bar speaking in a low voice to another being. He has his hood up and with his face in shadow, none of his skin is visible. The conversation must have some import as it goes back and forth.
Eluriel steps into the darkness and up to the bar. She gives the bar tender a smile and a wink and he fixes her regular whiskey on the rocks. She stands at the ar with her drink in her hand. She looks at the man at the counter. He seems familiar but she can't tell with his hood up.
The conversation continues for a moment longer before Tuil turns towards the bar, his profile showing out beyond the edge of his hood. The Jedi waves over the bartender and talks to him as well now.
Eluriel watches teh profile in the darkness. "Excuse me...?" She let the question hang in the air with the smoke.
Tuil gives the bartender a look and then waves the being away. He turns toward Eluriel and nods. "Yes?"
Eluriel blinks. "Is that, are you...?" She looks him over, squinting in the dark. "Lindo?" she finally asks.
Tuil nods to Eluriel and smiles slightly. "Do you need questioning too?"
Eluriel looks blank. "I just didn't recognize you with your hood up, and in the dark..." She seems slightly distracted as she shoots the rest of her whiskey. "How are things in your part of the galaxy?"
"There is no part of the galaxy that is beyond me. But all is well enough I suppose. What about you? Here to find someone to drink away with?" Tuil motions at the woman's whiskey.
Eluriel smirks and looks down at the empty glass. "Well if you'd like to buy me another, soldier, I wouldn't say no."
Tuil shrugs. "I have little ready cash. I'm sure you'll be able to afford more. You always seem to do fine." He flags down the bartender and points at Eluriel's glass. "Going to do something about that?" he asks.
Eluriel nods and smiles. "That's true. I suppose you win this round." She stretches her neck a moment before picking up her new glass. "Well can I buy you something, then?"
"No, thank you. Business is business. Soldiers may drink in their off hours, but a Jedi has little free time. He must trust his judgment and right now I have other worries."
Eluriel nods. "How are things with the Jedi... I hear there is quiet the activity at the Haven here on Coruscant. No one seems to know what about, though."
Tuil shakes his head. "There is an attack on the Outer Rim, an extra-galactic race of killer creatures is attacking. Very dangerous!"
Eluriel blinks. "What race of killers?" She blinks again. "I'd heard anything about that."
Tuil smiles. "Then the cover story is working." He pushes off from the bar and nods to Eluriel. "You should stop at Vrooshan's and purchase some bug repellant. It will help."
Eluriel puts her glass down. "You're serious."
Tuil nods slowly. "They're called Sand People because they burrow under the sands of desert worlds. Very dangerous. They poke up out of the sand and grab you and drag you down!"
Eluriel thinks for a moment. "So why isn't anyone talking about it then? Isn't that kinda important?"
Tuil holds a finger to his lips and glances around before whispering, "It's secret. I tell you this for your own safety. Avoid the Outer Rim Territories."
Eluriel nods and lowers her voice. "Thank you, but still... why?" She looks at Tuil sideways, as if trying to find something that's not actually there.
Tuil glances around at the shadows and whispers, "They are among us." He walks then for the door.
Eluriel sits in silence, watching him go, her face full of puzzlement. "I feel so lost," she says just above the din. "I had hoped running into you would be the bolt back to reality that I needed... like I usually get when I'm with you..."
Gean moves through the cantinas entrance. His gaze moves over who is gathered inside. A brief smile moves over his lips as he notices Eluriel once again. He starts towards her, the pilots gaze shifting onto the Jedi, "Jedi Lindo, once again a pleasure." A nod is sent to the other as well. "And is always so with you Miss Eluriel."
Eluriel lifts her head. "You and I seem to be in the same place very often these days, Gean." She motions to a seat beside her at the bar. "If you care for a sit?"
Gean nods and takes the offered seat. "Yes ma'am, I would thank you." Gean says moves onto the offered seat looking onto Eluriel. "A shame about Senator Tills eh? I suppose no good deeds go unpunished. Put all his time and efforts into something good and now look at him." Gean shakes his head lightly.
Eluriel lets her tongue slide over her teeth, showing her mind to be elsewhere. "It is unfortunate. I wonder how it will all turn out... I worry that we are on the cusp of something and if we don't take charge it will be something bad..." She rolls an empty whiskey glass between her gloved fingers. "So, how are things from your side, I mean as a fighter, specifically. What do our navy boys think of the current circumstanes?"
Gean nods to the tender as he request an order. "Some ale is fine," Gean says shrugging to the female politician. "Nah, I think peace and justice will be restored, have a little optimism eh?" Gean reaches for the container as slid in front of him. His fingers curl over it's handle. "Use pilots? We don't have much say. It's frustrating I guess. The waiting is rather boring, though I did get to see a little combat."
Eluriel smiles a little as a waitress silently brings her a new glass. She lifts the whiskey to her lips and puts the glass back down with a clink. "Sorry, I've been a little stressed as well. I suppose." She glances around the bar for a moment before continuing on to a new subject. "So is that why you became a pilot, for action, for glory?" She smirks.
Category:December 2007 RP Logs