[ic] Tales of the Smoking Blaster I

[Jedi Skyler]

"Alright," Jeaubert says, cracking the knuckles in his six-fingered hands and seating himself at the ship's computer station again. "I'll find us a list of possible cargoes and where they're at. No sweat."

His fingers fly over the keys as he starts searching for cargoes needing to leave the planet. He compiles a list of cargoes, where they're at, their respective destinations, any information he can get about who wants each load shipped, and how much they're willing to pay, if posted. When he has compiled his list, he calls Gen and transmits the information.

((OOC: Concentration, then Computer Prog/Repair))

[Endless Flight]

Gen, Louw and Jax walked into the entrance. It was a medium-sized cantina, fairly well-lit, and was surprisingly clean and tidy. An L-shaped bar was situated along the wall to their right and tables and booths were situated on the left. A grizzled old human manned the bar. A short flight of steps led down to the main floor where an attractive female Twi'lek waited on the tables. A couple dozen sentient beings were scattered around the joint, with several eyeing the three as they stood in the foyer.

[Jedi Skyler]

While Jeaubert is performing his searches, he takes the opportunity during pauses where he's waiting for information to compile to pull out his datapad and start working again on the program he's working on. Fingers darting rapidly over first the datapad, then the ship's computer keyboard, Jeaubert is the perfect picture of industrious action. When he finishes his search, he stows the datapad and calls Gen on the comlink. "Cap, I've got the results. Where are you guys at? I need to stretch my legs."

[Mikael Hasselstein]

Louw took a seat at the bar, though looked at the waitress appreciatively. He would have to remind Gen that having one of those aboard ship would do wonders for crew morale.

"Corellian," he told the 'tender.

He would let Gen do the salesmanship, given the Sullustan's more affable nature and the fact that he actually owned the merchandise.

"How's biz'?" he asked the 'tender when the moment seemed opportune. He was thinking that a cantina which saw a lot of spacer traffic like that of one at a cheap Eriadu  spaceport would be the ideal place to unload several thousand mags of 'smut'. Spacers led lonely lives of many hours calling out for distraction. Louw couldn't think of a better distributor than the man pouring his drink.

Of course, he'd wait to see if Gen came to the same conclusion.

[Blue Glowie]

Gen spoke into his comlink, as he eyed the staring people. "We're, uh, at the cantina. Head on over."

He took a seat next Louw and asked for a Blue Trandoshan, heavy on the Trandoshan (blue milk mixed with a strong Trandoshan Lum). Needless to say he was feeling a bit frisky.

As he sat there waiting for his drink and for the bartender to answer Louw, he tried to get a feel for the place. If there seemed to be any cliques, and how everyone seemed to treat the cute waitress.

[Endless Flight]

The bartender placed the beverages in front of the two spacers.

"Business is what is it.  As long as there's a spaceport here, I'll never run out of customers."

Jax stood silently against the wall close to the foyer, keeping an eye on everyone.

[Jedi Skyler]

"Roger that, Cap. On my way."

Jeaubert gathers up his datapad, transferring the programming he had been working on into his bracer computer. When the transfer is complete, he dons a black travel cloak from his spacer's chest and exits the ship, sealing it up and activating the security systems. He makes his way to the cantina.

Upon entering, Jeaubert allows his eyes to adjust to the ambient lighting, looking around to see where the members of his crew are located. Seeing Gen and Louw seated at the bar, he goes to them and transmits his list of possible cargoes to Gen's datapad, then goes over to stand by Jax.

[Blue Glowie]

"Must be rough having just one waitress in the joint, though, with all these customers," Gen remarked. "And a beauty like her...I imagine things can get out of hand sometimes. Only thing worse than a drunk spacer is a drunk and horny one."

Gen chuckled and took a sip of of his drink, grimacing heartily. He turned to Louw, trying to draw both him and the bartender into the conversation.

"You know what I always thought spaceport cantinas should have?" the Sullustan said. "A rack of nudy mags. Just right there in the corner. I mean, you're a spacer, you've just spent three weeks in hyperspace with a bunch of smelly dudes... Sometimes you need to care of certain needs, you know? And let's face it, even if you already have a few mags on board, everyone needs some variety. I bet those things would fly off the shelves."

[Mikael Hasselstein]

Louw smiled, glad that Gen was on the same side of the asteroid as him.

"Damn straight," the Duro replied, "after three weeks of nothing but starlines, I'm even ready for a Gamorrean cow to tickle my fancy."

"That don' mean that every ugly spacer is going to get some tail when they're planetside."

"I mean, look at that human over there," he said, nodding over to Jax, "you think that is going to see the sensitive side of a Wookiette, much less his own species, anytime soon? No. He's going to need some fantasy to tide him over 'till the end of his days. Spacers can't live on autochef sludge alone."

[Jedi Skyler]

Jeaubert decides to work some more on getting a good handle on his newfound abilities. He opens himself up to the Force, casting about himself and sensing for danger.

((OOC: Concentration, then Danger Sense))

[Blue Glowie]

"Not only that," Gen said. "But sometimes you only have a few hours to kill before the next voyage. That ain't enough time to wine and dine the last time I checked. You need a cheaper, quicker option. And one that will last more than a night!"

[Endless Flight]

The bartender snarled when Gen mentioned the waitress. He reached under the bar and spoke up loudly, so that anyone in the immediate vicinity would take note. "If anyone causes trouble for Ardana, I'll plug 'em with this." He pulled out a ferocious looking blaster carbine and waved in front of the three crew members. "This Starslasher will blow a hole a foot deep in duracrete from ten meters away." A few of the other customers along the bar took notice and many eyes darted away to new scenery. He put the gun back under the bar and leaned toward the pair.

"I'm not interested in selling anything but drinks here, gentlemen, but there's a fellow in the corner back there who is in the business of pleasure, shall we say, and I'm sure he'd be happy to talk to you."
 
Jeaubert and Jax stood silently, not agitated in the least by the bartender's brandishing of his weapon.

[OOC: The rolls were a success and Jeaubert's Danger Sense is turned "on" and may be kept up if you wish.]

[Blue Glowie]

Gen instinctively put his hands up at the sight of the blaster carbine. "Whoa." He shot a disappointed glance at Louw. He had thought they'd made a pretty good pitch to the grizzled geezer.

"Ahem. Thanks for the tip...uh, sir."

Gen hopped off his stool, drink in hand, and made his way to the fellow in the corner.

[Jedi Skyler]

((OOC: Yes, we'll be keeping that up. Especially in an environment where blaster-slinging is obviously the norm...lol))

Jeaubert, glad that the bartender was obviously posturing for the benefit of his waitress, possibly to entice her into his bed (or keep her going there), turned his head to look at the individual the bartender had pointed out as a possible buyer for their wares.

[Mikael Hasselstein]

Louw looked at the blaster carbine.

"And here I thought we were on a civilized planet," he said, disappointed.

He tossed payment, without tip, for the drink on the bar.

"I'll go find someplace that gets less jumpy about obviously unthreatening patrons," he said, more to the bartender than Gen.

He then got up and left the cantina, unless the bartender calmed down.

[ooc: Unless the bartender does relent - which I don't expect he will - Louw plans to go down to Bol Square on his own to have some fun and debauchery.]