The Final Link... (Bane)
Feb 12, 2015 3:53:20 GMT
Post by Admin on Feb 12, 2015 3:53:20 GMT
((takes place before Ball))
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05-17-2011, 01:15 AM
Aliza
Alizabeth sat in the back of the cantina in what was swiftly becoming her favorite spot. Her hair was down and loose today and the ever present recorder was in her pocket. The light jacket was unbuttoned over the casual t-shirt and denim jeans she wore. The waitress had barely recognized her due to her unusual attire this day. She was usual professional looking but had opted for more informal clothing when she headed here today. She wasn't in the mood for prim and proper. Today was the last day she would consider anyone for the Drunkenwell assignment. If no one else stepped forward today to join the group, she would settle for what she had. She could no longer afford to sit day after day in the cantina hoping someone would come along.
All she needed was one more... a Jedi, someone with intel, or even another bodyguard. She would consider another reporter, though the sharing of the story may be an issue all its own once home.
She sipped the local brew and tapped her stylus on the datapad while leaning back, one booted heel resting on the edge of the seat as she relaxed. No one would think of her as the Senate Intern she had given the impression on in her recruit fliers... but today she didn't car
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05-17-2011, 01:25 AM
Bane Shosten
Bane entered the dimly lit cantina, holding his date's hand as they walked in together, to await the ever-present scent of stale ale and beer permeating through the air. This one, this time, was Adam. Bane had no idea what his last name even was... only that he was good-looking and feisty. That was a perfect date, in Bane's opinion. They sat together at the bar, the mahogany-looking wood polished and fine. He spotted a woman in semi-dressy clothes, and, beckoning to Adam, decided to sit near her. The cantina was completely full and there were very few places with two seats. Lord, I hope she doesn't mind. He motioned to the bartender, and called: Can I get some of the local ale, on draft; two? The bartender obliged; he passed down two foaming mugs of the amber liquid.
As Bane raised the glass to his lips, his dark-blue cloak shifted slightly, uncovering the hilt of his training saber.
Wow. Now, if anyone looked at any area near his waist, they would see the saber and run for their lives. He leaned in to give Adam a light peck on the cheek.
That girl.. better not care. You know what? Whatever. Who cares if she cares or not? I'm here to enjoy myself. I need to enjoy myself. In all seriousness, though... Bane probably dated more guys than he had friends, which was a problem. A MAJOR problem.
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05-17-2011, 02:27 AM
Aliza
Liz watched the two men enter the bar. She noticed everyone who entered. Her dark eyes scanned constantly and kept track of those within the cantina. After all, wasn't a good thing to be caught unawares if a brawl broke out.
When the two guys sat at the table two down from her, she smiled and nodded. One seemed to be more nervous than the other. “Poor guy... seems to be worried more about who will care rather than just enjoying himself.” She had no Force training, so anyone listening would surely hear her as if being spoken to.
She looked back to her datapad and hummed softly a moment to the music coming from the other side of the recreation area. After humming a moment her mind continued its musings and string of silent comments. “That woman's dress needs to be a bit longer to be seductive. Nice try deary, but thanks for making women everywhere in the Universe seem like trash.” She snorted lightly as she took another sip of her drink. Sighing as she set it down she went back to the pad on the table before her.
“A Jedi … now that would make an interesting addition to the bodyguards.” She smiled and shook her head. “Sure... I can see it now... Hi, I am Alizabeth Moroveston. I know I have only been here a week and this is my first assignment, meaning it's not overly dangerous, but can I have a Jedi bodyguard. After all, something MAY happen and I need protection.... yeah... like THAT would happen.” She took another sip of her drink and motioned the waitress over. “I'd like a Dirty Olithna please.” She gave her empty glass to the waitress and watched the woman smile and walk off. “Need something ridiculously strong tonight. Go figure.” She sighed and waited for her drink while absently tapping on her datapad and humming again, her mind momentarily uncluttered.
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05-17-2011, 03:25 PM
Bane
Bane didn't mean to overhear her through the Force... but he had. Why would she want to have a Jedi bodyguard of any sort? And would she want him? Seriously? Who would want him as a bodyguard? People made fun of him because he could BARELY protect even himself. Bane didn't even understand what people said about him, let alone understand their thoughts. Yet here her thoughts were: simple, straightforward.
He didn't want to interfere, though; if she really was interested in having him as a guard, he didn't want to freak her out or anything. Heck, Bane didn't even know if he would be allowed to be a guard of ANY sort. It wasn't like he would hurt people randomly by choice - that was the Sith's job.
So, Bane didn't say anything to her for fear or interfering. Corellian Vodka, hint of lime. The bartender silently passed over a glass of the strong alcohol. He leaned in closer to Adam, saying quietly: So... here, or back on Yavin VIII? What do you think, hmm? He gave a slight grin.
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05-17-2011, 01:15 AM
Aliza
Alizabeth sat in the back of the cantina in what was swiftly becoming her favorite spot. Her hair was down and loose today and the ever present recorder was in her pocket. The light jacket was unbuttoned over the casual t-shirt and denim jeans she wore. The waitress had barely recognized her due to her unusual attire this day. She was usual professional looking but had opted for more informal clothing when she headed here today. She wasn't in the mood for prim and proper. Today was the last day she would consider anyone for the Drunkenwell assignment. If no one else stepped forward today to join the group, she would settle for what she had. She could no longer afford to sit day after day in the cantina hoping someone would come along.
All she needed was one more... a Jedi, someone with intel, or even another bodyguard. She would consider another reporter, though the sharing of the story may be an issue all its own once home.
She sipped the local brew and tapped her stylus on the datapad while leaning back, one booted heel resting on the edge of the seat as she relaxed. No one would think of her as the Senate Intern she had given the impression on in her recruit fliers... but today she didn't car
***
05-17-2011, 01:25 AM
Bane Shosten
Bane entered the dimly lit cantina, holding his date's hand as they walked in together, to await the ever-present scent of stale ale and beer permeating through the air. This one, this time, was Adam. Bane had no idea what his last name even was... only that he was good-looking and feisty. That was a perfect date, in Bane's opinion. They sat together at the bar, the mahogany-looking wood polished and fine. He spotted a woman in semi-dressy clothes, and, beckoning to Adam, decided to sit near her. The cantina was completely full and there were very few places with two seats. Lord, I hope she doesn't mind. He motioned to the bartender, and called: Can I get some of the local ale, on draft; two? The bartender obliged; he passed down two foaming mugs of the amber liquid.
As Bane raised the glass to his lips, his dark-blue cloak shifted slightly, uncovering the hilt of his training saber.
Wow. Now, if anyone looked at any area near his waist, they would see the saber and run for their lives. He leaned in to give Adam a light peck on the cheek.
That girl.. better not care. You know what? Whatever. Who cares if she cares or not? I'm here to enjoy myself. I need to enjoy myself. In all seriousness, though... Bane probably dated more guys than he had friends, which was a problem. A MAJOR problem.
***
05-17-2011, 02:27 AM
Aliza
Liz watched the two men enter the bar. She noticed everyone who entered. Her dark eyes scanned constantly and kept track of those within the cantina. After all, wasn't a good thing to be caught unawares if a brawl broke out.
When the two guys sat at the table two down from her, she smiled and nodded. One seemed to be more nervous than the other. “Poor guy... seems to be worried more about who will care rather than just enjoying himself.” She had no Force training, so anyone listening would surely hear her as if being spoken to.
She looked back to her datapad and hummed softly a moment to the music coming from the other side of the recreation area. After humming a moment her mind continued its musings and string of silent comments. “That woman's dress needs to be a bit longer to be seductive. Nice try deary, but thanks for making women everywhere in the Universe seem like trash.” She snorted lightly as she took another sip of her drink. Sighing as she set it down she went back to the pad on the table before her.
“A Jedi … now that would make an interesting addition to the bodyguards.” She smiled and shook her head. “Sure... I can see it now... Hi, I am Alizabeth Moroveston. I know I have only been here a week and this is my first assignment, meaning it's not overly dangerous, but can I have a Jedi bodyguard. After all, something MAY happen and I need protection.... yeah... like THAT would happen.” She took another sip of her drink and motioned the waitress over. “I'd like a Dirty Olithna please.” She gave her empty glass to the waitress and watched the woman smile and walk off. “Need something ridiculously strong tonight. Go figure.” She sighed and waited for her drink while absently tapping on her datapad and humming again, her mind momentarily uncluttered.
***
05-17-2011, 03:25 PM
Bane
Bane didn't mean to overhear her through the Force... but he had. Why would she want to have a Jedi bodyguard of any sort? And would she want him? Seriously? Who would want him as a bodyguard? People made fun of him because he could BARELY protect even himself. Bane didn't even understand what people said about him, let alone understand their thoughts. Yet here her thoughts were: simple, straightforward.
He didn't want to interfere, though; if she really was interested in having him as a guard, he didn't want to freak her out or anything. Heck, Bane didn't even know if he would be allowed to be a guard of ANY sort. It wasn't like he would hurt people randomly by choice - that was the Sith's job.
So, Bane didn't say anything to her for fear or interfering. Corellian Vodka, hint of lime. The bartender silently passed over a glass of the strong alcohol. He leaned in closer to Adam, saying quietly: So... here, or back on Yavin VIII? What do you think, hmm? He gave a slight grin.