2007-10-18 - Meeting on Alderaan

This is a moderately sizeable bar: An angular canopy is stretched tight above the open-air seating area. Decorated poles assist with the lift of the makeshift roof and a wide stairway provides entry from the docking area.
The bar itself is completely circular and positioned at the north end of the balcony. Tables provide ample seating for patrons preferring to watch the bith band opposite the bar, or those opting to take in a view of the sea expanding endlessly beyond the breezy railings. A transparant barrier protects visitors from the noise and smog pollution from the spaceport below and to the west.
The Trandoshan casts his gaze over as Tuil addresses him, studying his attire before revealing teeth in thinly-veiled disdain. "You. Your clothes. You dress like another Jedi I know.. You're a Jedi as well, aren't you?" His claws tighten on the railing of the balcony.
The Viceroy Antilles steps into the full bar, looking around for someone.
"You seem to have decided already, so I guess I am a Jedi." Tuil smiles and looks out. "Quite a night."
Junssk keeps his lips curled, flicking his orange-crimson eyes back towards the view beyond the balcony, a faint growl rising from his throat. "A night I would rather be done with. A Jedi wearing clothes much like yours is taking far too long." A tinge of impatience is in his gravelly voice, claws relenting to instead drum across the railing.
Giving this statement some thought, Tuil finally guesses, "You are one of those who assisted in the capture of Amalfiel Daving? I too was in the space battle over Nar Shaddaa. That was not something I'll forget anytime soon."
Passing around a rather large being, Antilles spots who he's looking for and approaches Tuil Lindo and the other. "Master Jedi, a pleasure to see you again. And you sir, your name please?"
"I was." The Trandoshan answers in much the same gravelly tone. "So you are a Jedi..." Junssk gives a soft snarl as he turns about at Antilles' words. "I am Junssk." he replies curtly, looking over the approaching figure.
Tuil turns and looks at Ksar, 'Mr. Antilles, you show yourself in the most unexpected places! I suppose you're here to seek vengeance for your kidnapping?"
Antilles smiles. "That would be my first choice Master Jedi. But no. I was invited by Senator Organa to accompany him to this meeting. I'm afraid another matter has called him away." The Corellian looks back and forth at the pair before asking, "give the short version of events please."
Junssk does not reply, instead glancing to Tuil with a glowering look. The Trandoshan presses his hand against his wounded chest, a low, grunting sound emanating from his throat. He wheels to lean his sturdy form against the balcony, serpentine eyes flickering between Antilles and the Jedi with an irked expression. Other than that, no sound issues from his person.
Tuil shrugs and then nods to Ksar. "Amalfiel was betrayed by Pavaan Hor. He crashed on Nar Shaddaa and was captured. How he has been brought here for the collection of the bounty. That's all I know right now."
Ksar nods. "Where is Daving now then? And whom are you waiting for?" The Corellian notices the alien's distress with some concern. "Are you injured? Do you need a med droid?"
The Trandoshan waves his clawed hand in a dismissive gesture, looking more irritated than appreciative. "I will be fine." he says shortly. Junssk looks back towards Tuil, then to Ksar. "I am waiting for another Jedi... Amalfiel is in the hands of Divak Tan." He says the Jedi's name with something akin to loathing, anger flashing by his eyes. "He has promised 30,000 credits for Amalfiel's turning over to the Republic." The Trandoshan finishes in a hiss.
Tuil turns to Ksar and gives him a look as if to say, 'there you have it'. He turns back to Junssk and nods. "I'm sure if you are to meet him that he'll be here shortly."
"Hopefully." Junssk clearly does not seem in the best of moods, gaze occasionally flicking back in an impatient manner towards the entrance of the bar, before then returning his attention to the view at the balcony. "The sooner the better." He mutters under his breath.
Folding his hands inside his sleeves, Tuil closes his eyes and seems to lose focus in the here and now for a moment. After that moment, he looks up and says only, "You should set aside your anger and be at peace."
Ksar turns to Tuil and laughs. "Not you too, young Lindo!"
"Is that a Jedi saying?" Junssk says with a series of short rasps coming from his throat -- a bitter-sounding laugh. "Anger has kept me alive, Jedi. Peace is a luxury I cannot afford."
Tuil shrugs again and says only, "Anger leads to hate and hate leads to the Dark Side." After a moment's pause, he adds, "Anger and hate keep a being alive, but he becomes only a shell. That was my path before I chose peace. Will that be yours?" He looks to Junssk and then at Ksar, the question upon the Corellian as well.
"Your new path may be leading you to peace, young Lindo, but it cost me twenty thousand creds." Ksar smiles at the thought.
Tuil smirks. "Consider it a donation."
"At least hate is an emotion I can -trust-." Junssk lets out a derisive snort. "We have our own ways, Jedi. I follow mine."
"And I'll follow mine." Tuil smiles and bows to both beings. "Good evening. May the Force be with you both." He turns and retreats back to his table.
Category:October 2007 RP Logs