Looking for trouble (open)

[Preacher Blake]

Do you have any weapons on your person? Any knives, vibroweapons, blasters, rail guns, thermal detonators, or any other violent contraband?

The massive figure looked down at the guard with reddish, bleary eyes.

"No."

He spread his overcoat wide, as if to illustrate his point. The guard scrutinized him for a couple of seconds, then nodded.

Alright, go on through.

Preacher gently shouldered his way by the two door guards, who continued to eye him suspiciously. One spoke under his breath to his comrade.

I don't like the look of him. Stay sharp.

Preacher made his way to the bar, easing somebody off their stool when they crowded him.

"Go find another seat."

He glared at the displaced patron, and turned his attention to the bartender.

"Corellian black gin!"

[Sene Unty]

"Make it two."

Sene stood up from his usual table and made his way over to the hulking figure that was sitting at the bar.

"You know, I don't want to sound rude or anything but it was quite unnecesary for you to displace that person that was sitting there. After all it isn't that crowded in here."

[Preacher Blake]

"Then he should be able to find another seat."

Preacher poured from the bottle the bartender offered, filling up a low-rimmed glass with the potent dark liquor.

"It isn't my problem."

[Sene Unty]

Sene stared at the man for a second and then nodded, "No. No I guess it isn't."

He motioned a hand toward the bottle, "You gonna pour me a drink or do I have to do it myself?"

[Preacher Blake]

Preacher palmed the bottle, turning it up so that the dark stuff drained into Sene's glass.

"Only masochists drink this bile. Smugglers ferment it in their auxilliary hydraulic systems."

He tipped the glass up to his mouth, quaffing down a pair of gulps.

"The flavor comes from the corroded metal, if you can call it flavor."

[Sene Unty]

Sene shook his head at the man's words, "On second thought, I think I'll go with something else."

He laughed to himself and sat down next to the man. He turned to him and held out his hand.

"By the way the names Sene Unty."

[Preacher Blake]

"Preacher"

The large man scowled after another drink, and looked down to Sene's outstretched hand.

"Forgive me if I don't shake hands. Old habits die hard."

[Sene Unty]

Sene pulled his hand back sharply. For some reason he got the impression the man would have bit it off if he hadn't...

"No problem Preacher."

He looked at the bar around him, "So what brings you to this establishment Preacher?"

[Preacher Blake]

"I came here to meet a Jedi."

Preacher paused, and for a moment, smiled.

"I've never met one before."

[Sene Unty]

Sene laughed, "Really?"

He shook his head, "Well I guess you came to the right place Preacher."

He turned and swept a hand at the bar around him, "As you can see this bar is full of Jedi."

[Preacher Blake]

"So I gathered."

Preacher looked sidelong to Sene.

"And you?"

[Soolin Anjhurin]

:: Soolin followed Preacher in, from a discrete distance, and took a seat at one of the tables. Something was wrong about this man. Grimya could sense it and so could she. Maybe Sene could deal with him, but she kept a vigilant eye open as she ate. If the stranger made the wrong move, she'd be ready for him ::


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[Sene Unty]

Sene raised an eyebrow, "Me? Well yes I too am a Jedi."

"But I can't believe your only here out of curiosity Preacher..."

Sene leaned in closer, "Why are you really here?"

[Preacher Blake]

"For the drink, of course."

Preacher raised his glass, and froze. He looked past Sene's shoulder, as the wolfkeeper entered. Her beast had locked eyes with him, and for a moment, it seemed that he may be discovered. After a moment, he looked away from Soolin and Grimya, and back to Sene.

"That woman, who is she?"

[Sene Unty]

Sene turned his head slightly in the direction Preacher motioned to.

"Her?" He shrugged, "I have no idea. Never seen her before..."

She seemed to be watching them without watching them. Something was wrong...

[imported_Grimya]

A sleek white wolf lays with its head rested upon its paws at Soolins feet. A large man that her keeper was watching was troubling Grimya also – his aura, dark red and navy blue smeared together, told of great anger. Grimya sat up to continue her vigil on this … creature.

[Preacher Blake]

"You're lying!"

Preacher rose suddenly, face in a scowl as his nostrils flared. He suspected a trap, and it could come from anyone...especially the wolfmaster and her bitch.

A massive hand shot up, wrapping around Sene's throat. Preacher lifted up, clearing the Jedi's feet from the ground as he brought his face to eye-level. With a snarl and a shout, Preacher hurled Sene towards Soolin's table.

<font size=6>RRRRAAAAHHHH!!!!</font>

Now the entire bar had drawn his notice. Preacher started, looked to the door, and made a run for it, making it crystal clear to the guards there that if they tried to stop them, he would run them over or worse.

[Nzambi]

Blake had asked her to accompany him, but other "business", to put it loosely, caused her to be late in joining him. Of course she knew he would understand; the two always understood eachother, being that they were of the same mind in many things. From nothing into everything; that was the story of their lives.

And so, standing at the door to the bar and grill, she paused as the guards began speaking to her - her uncharacteristically tranquill eyes gravitated immediately to Blake, and she took a precautionary step back as he shot from his seat, sending an unfortunate patron flying before thundering for the door... and her.

[Sene Unty]

That was unexpected.

It was the only thing Sene could thing as he was sent flying across the room. For a few blissful moments he was floating as if time had stopped around him. Everything slowed to a crawl and all sound abrubtly fell away. Then the ground rushed up to meet him and he was suddenly tumbling across it.

After a few seconds and a good head shake Sene sat upright and stared at the departing man.

"I wasn't lying!", he managed to yell.

[Soolin Anjhurin]

:: Soolin leaps up and and runs after Preacher in cautious pursuit ::

[Preacher Blake]

One guard snapped his sidearm up, squeezing off a shot as Preacher bore down on him. The blaster bolt sizzled into the lupine's shoulder.

"GRAAAAAHHH!!!"

Momentum fueling his drive, Preacher slammed into the man, knocking him out of the door and sending him sprawling out the door. The second guard moved to attack, but the lupine swung a meaty backhand at him, pummeling him across the face and dropping him to the ground. He then hesitates, turning back as he sees Soolin pursuing him.

[Jandor]

-Jandor was on his way to grab a quick bite at the B+G when he saw the comotion. The smart move would have been to stay out of this but his sense of justice (disproportionate to his ability) won him over.

Jandor joined in the chase, although with slightly force-augmented speed, it wasn't long before he was right on Preacher's six.-

[Sene Unty]

Sene stood and ran towards the fleeing Blake, keeping his eye on the woman who had frightned him. Something was going on here...

[Preacher Blake]

Preacher could hear the slapping footfalls behind him. He skidded to a halt, spun around, and drove a shoulder into Jandor's torso.