Another day, Another dollar

[Darth Nore]

:: Nore entered the doors of the bar and grill with a slow pace. Making his way past tables and chairs filled with lifeforms, he spotted a table near the back that suit him just right. As he sat down he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet upon the table while motioning the service driod. His eyes glared at the incoming unit behind it's cover of the crimson mask. ::

"Bottle of your finest Rum and a glass....quickly."

:: New faces filled the bar by the passing seconds. This place was so different from Rama's Bar, but he hated it all the same. Jedi's were so...ignorant these days. Taking in the surrondings of the bar he wondered if he might meet any new faces, hell...even find some work. Or if he was lucky, meet a lady... ::

[Navaria Tarkin]

Navaria sipped at her namana juice at her favorite booth in the bar. Things have been so terribly busy that as soon as she found time to get away, Navaria took the first transport to Arcan to relax.

Many beings filled in the seats tonight. She wondered if Sanis was anywhere around but didn't sense him.

Sooner or later they would run into each other ... Until then ... she picked up a datapad and started crunching some numbers for a shipment of food that she was preparing to send out to some displaced refugees, from the Sith Empire's abandonment, that had taken up residence on Kaut.

[Darth Nore]

:: Nore paused mid-drink. A young lady punching away at a small computer caught his eye as the busy room conversed. She looked as if she was waiting for someone, Nore smiled. He motioned the service driod back over to him, he ordered a glass of the most expensive wine to be sent to her table. ::

[Navaria Tarkin]

The glare from the small computer screen had tired her eyes. She closed them tightly and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Who knew this was going to be so tedious but someone had to do it. With the smuggling background that Navaria had, she could make certain that this shipment wouldn't cost a insane amount of money.

BeepbeepWrrrrrrrrtbeep

Navaria opened her eyes and looked at the droid.

"I'm fine thank you."

It hummed and whistled again to get her attention. Navaria looked at it strangely as it set down a glass of wine.

"You know I don't drink."

The driod just replied in its usual manner and rolled off, leaving Navaria wondering who sent her this.

She looked at it briefly, then lifted her head to scan the room ...

[Darth Nore]

:: Navaria's head scanned the bar with wondering eyes, finding her search had no answer, she turned her head back to her table and the mysterious glass. She found that when she did, a man was now sitting with her, leaned back and leg crossed, he looked at her with while shifting his weight. ::

"You looked like you could use a drink."

:: Nore paused while looking at the lonely glass of wine, then glanced up and met Navaria's eyes. ::

[Navaria Tarkin]

Her first thought was this man was Force Sensitive because there was no other way he could have gotten past her senses. Secondly, she wondered if there was a target on her back since this man was obviously a Bounty Hunter of some sort.

His manner of dress was the usual sorts, but it was the mask that made him stand out.

Navaria keyed her datapad off and folded her hands on the table.

"Well, I thank you for your concern and the offer but unfortunately I don't drink alcohol. Not really my choice of beverage."

She smiled.

[Darth Nore]

:: Nore watched the young lady as she spoke. He felt her through the force. . . . .Jedi. She must be. With his encounters with the Sith, he learned to tell an obvious distinction between the two. Nore's tone remained the same. ::

"Ah, I see. Forgive me for my ingnorance....perhaps you would like something else?"

[Sanis Prent]

(The man felt a tap on his shoulder)

Excuse me.

[Darth Nore]

:: Nore paused. A slight tap came upon his shoulder. He slightly turned his head. ::

"Yes?"

[Sanis Prent]

Just thought you should know, you're sitting in my chair.

[Darth Nore]

:: Nore turned his head back to it's orginal position. ::

"Is that fact?"

:: Nore paused, his tone became serious. ::

"And what, may I ask, are you going to do about...that?"

[Sanis Prent]

That's a fact.

(I smiled at his bravado)

I'd appreciate not making a scene in my ladyfriend's presence. But if you're thinking with your ass instead of your head, and need that question answered, I'll answer it outside.

[Navaria Tarkin]

She sighed inwardly and stood up.

"Alright you two. Stop this now. The over abundance of testosterone in here is more then enough for me."

Navaria looked at Sanis. He understood his concern but it wasn't like she couldn't take care of herself.

"There is no reason to fight over me... especially since nothing happened."

Still, she wasn't sure whether Nome's interests in her were professional or something more .. Most likely the later...

"Now if you'll excuse me ..."

She picks her datapad.

"... I'll be leaving. I don't need to be a source of anymore tension."

[Darth Nore]

:: Nore sat quietly listening to the man's words. Without a sound he stood up and turned to face the man. Under the cover of his mask Nore's face held a tight expression. ::

"I could give a flying frell whether I spill your un-grateful blood all over the next table or the outside docking bays, is that understood?"

:: Nore let the dark side force energy flow within him, causing a few of the occupants in the bar to stop and stare. ::

:: He watched the lady rise and voice her concern. ::

"Do not think I sat here because I wanted a drink darlin...I have some PERSONAL business with you..."

:: Nore turned his glance back upon the man ::

"And if this one doesn't watch his mouth, him too."

[Sanis Prent]

Oh...

(My smile faded.)

...such ugly talk.

(Shaking my head, I continued)

I abhor ugliness, does this mean we're not friends anymore?

[Darth Nore]

OOC: i edited that out of my post sanis <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/image/emoticons_classic/smile.gif ALT=":)"> due to the lady posting right before I could...

[Navaria Tarkin]

OOC~ Give me a minute to edit my post as well <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/image/emoticons_classic/laugh.gif ALT=":lol">

okay edited <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/image/emoticons_classic/smile.gif ALT=":)">

IC~ "Personal business?"

Clearing her thoughts, Navaria felt the Force flow through her and heighten her awareness. If she needed, her sabre was close at hand. Danger was prevalent now and Navaria wasn't surprised at this turn of events.

Perhaps if Sanis didn't come in when he did, Navaria could have gotten some information out of him. She had nothing to go on. Oh well. Such is the way of the Force.

"What, exactly did you mean by that, considering that it could me a great many things."

[Darth Nore]

:: Nore felt her through the force. He smiled. ::

"Don't worry darlin...I'm not looking for you, if that were my intent, you would have known it by now.....I thought you might help me find someone I AM looking for..."

[Navaria Tarkin]

Navaria didn't care that Nore knew she was on the defense. Who knew how the rest of this conversation would go.

"And who might that be?"

[Darth Nore]

:: Nore looked back at Sanis, then back to Navaria. Nore's tone remained the same. ::

"Perhaps Jedi, you could tell me where I could find.......Xion Darkson."

:: Nore's words echoed in Navaria's head with the shocking news. ::

[Navaria Tarkin]

So, he was after her Padawan for some reason. Nome was trying to shake her up but it wasn't going to work. Navaria was a Jedi after all. Her face was a mask of neutrality and her mind was calm and clear, making sure that Nome couldn't pick up a trace of familiarity with her pupil.

"For what reason are you looking for Xion Darksun?"

[Darth Nore]

"The reason is none of your concern. Let's just say I have some questions for Mr. Darksun. Now tell me where I can find him and I shall leave you and this..."

:: Nore looked at Sanis ::

"...thing,... to your business."

[Sanis Prent]

Thing? Look buddy, I'm not the one who looks like he's watched too many pay-per-views and went crazy with a can of skin bronzer.

OOC: Nore, I'm gonna have to ask you to stop editing your posts for convenience's sake. Correcting spelling is one thing, but changing words to make it advantageous is anothe.

[Darth Nore]

OOC: How am I making it advantageous ? That one back on page 1 i edited only because she posted right before i hit my submit button and it didnt work together....sorry if i caused you any grief though..?

[Darth Nore]

:: Nore glanced back to Sanis. ::

"For someone as ignorant as yourself, you talk alot of garbage....'buddy'. "

[Sanis Prent]

With clashing colors like that, you call me ignorant?

I'm hurt. Really.

[Darth Nore]

:: Nore smiled. The guy had flare, he'd give him that. ::

"Nahh....your not hurt....yet."

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure of your name Mr....?"

[Sanis Prent]

No, I don't believe you've had that pleasure, either.

[Darth Nore]

"Not that it mattered." Nore turned his attention back to Navaria.

[Navaria Tarkin]

For one of her control, it actually took some doing to not roll her eyes. The threats going back and forth were so ridiculous but, Navaria was actually happy that Sanis' reputation did not precede itself....

"Since you refuse to tell me what this is about, I will simply tell Darksun that you were looking for him. That is, when I come across him again. I can do no more then that under these circumstances."

[Captain Tohmahawk]

<font color=red>/process biological group

select......... unknown biologicals

request database refer................. done

select Sanis Prent

select Navaria Tarkin

select unknown biological

action = investigate</font>

The General paused from where he was, talking to one of the troops whom patrolled the B&G. His head turned at the signs of tension.

"Wait a moment Private, I just want to find out whats up"

He turned on his heel, walked across to where Tarkin was. Unlike others, he was very much armed, like all thr NRSF and Jedi in here. Except more so.

"Good evening.... is there a problem here?" he asked.

[Darth Nore]

:: Nore stared through Navaria. ::

"Perhaps then we will meet again. Tell Darksun, I am indeed looking for him....... ::Nore's voice grew cold. :: Perhaps his...little girlfriend...will know where to find him....after a little....persuation. I'm quite good at that."

:: Nore turned to the general. ::

"No problem, I was just leaving..." Nore said as he turned to walk out. He stopped as he passed Sanis.

"Be more careful next time friend....or you just might end up with a price on your head too...."

:: Nore turned from the group and walked through the doors of the bar and grill into the night air. ::

[Sanis Prent]

(I smiled)

Thats funny. I was just about to suggest the same thing for you.

(I glanced to the NRSF officer)

No. No problem at all.

[Navaria Tarkin]

She found it really odd that Nome would know that Xion and Padme were together. That relationship was relatively new...
Her and Xion were going to have to talk soon...

After Nome had departed, Navaria bowed to Tohmahawk.

"No, everything is fine now. Thank you for your concern General."

Navaria stepped back to stand right besides Sanis and sighed. "What just happened is defiantly one of the things I don't miss about smuggling."

[Sanis Prent]

(I placed a hand on her shoulder. That definitely sounded like Dalee)

Relax...I've got it all under control.

[Navaria Tarkin]

"Of course you have it under control..."

Navaria said as she turned around to face Sanis.

"... you always have it under control ..."

She elbowed him slightly.

".. even when not."