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Title: The Ornery Mynock
Description: A sleazy little cantina.

jamfke - October 6, 2005 04:27 AM (GMT)
Looking for work? Come on into the Ornery Mynock, you'll find jobs ranging from hired muscle to calndestine "shipping" runs. Check out Garass, the Devaronian barkeep, he'll hook you up with the finest concoctions available, and might be able to assist you in finding that certain someone you're looking for.

netjedi - October 6, 2005 11:34 PM (GMT)
Ronon enters the establishment again and peers around to scan the crowd. He has a much quieter disposition here than at the apartment complex. He looks for a table or booth that is available for him and his associate to occupy while they continue their endeavors into searching for the Ryn.

Teradoxx - October 7, 2005 05:46 AM (GMT)
Krastorr enters right after Ronon. He has taken his cloak on, with the hood up. Also has he taken the little metal ball, undet the bed and stuck it in his pocket.

netjedi - October 12, 2005 04:21 AM (GMT)
Ronon grabs a seat at an empty booth that he can use to overlook the establishment. He sits down and orders a drink and proceeds to look at his datapad as if reading the sports page of the Daily Coruscant and cases the crowd while he slowly drinks his drink.

Orgaloth - October 12, 2005 04:47 AM (GMT)
A Being wearing Smasher Armour strides into the Ornery. Unlike most others he doesn't stop to see who's in. He walks up to the bar and pushes two humans out of the way. They look at him and the individual just pats the blaster at his side. They seem to leave well enough alone. He leans over and has some words with Garass. The Devaronian laughs hands him a drink, and the being walks off toward the back of the bar. He seems to be walking towards the booth currently occupied by Ronon and Krasstorr, but ends up at the one just to their left.

"You're in my seat." The voice is monotoned and carries very little emotion in it.

"Hey man, we were here first. Go sit else where." It seems the young Rodian can speak Basic

"I said you're in my seat." A little annoyance creeps into his voice.

"Yeah right. I don't see no reservation sign." The Rodian seems to be losing his patience as well

"It's right there." Back to it's neutral tone

There is some movement, then the Rodian pipes up, fear in his voice,

"Aww Sithspit. I'm real sorry, I didn't recognise you, Dimos. Move it you luggs, give this guy his booth."

The Rodian and his friends scramble out of the booth and the recently identified Dimos takes his seat.

netjedi - October 12, 2005 05:07 AM (GMT)
Ronon gets out a very low chuckle and looks at Krastorr
"ooohhh!" He smile and returns to his drink.

Orgaloth - October 12, 2005 05:12 AM (GMT)
Dimos doesn't raise his voice, but the inquiry comes through,

"Something humourous, friend?"

netjedi - October 12, 2005 05:13 AM (GMT)
to the bug scary bounty hunter
"why yes"

Orgaloth - October 12, 2005 05:14 AM (GMT)
"Mind filling me in?"

netjedi - October 12, 2005 05:17 AM (GMT)
to Dimos
"Those Rodian's, they thought they were unstoppable and were willing to show just how unintelligent and belligerent they were until they noticed that the lot of them could not handle one of you. then they left in a wimper, with their tails between their legs like a womprat when he knows he cannot fight. I found that rather humorous, didn't you?"

Orgaloth - October 12, 2005 05:22 AM (GMT)
"I found it annoying. They were in my seat, and I told them, they still didn't leave. I come home after six months, and I get ignorance. I'de have thought Rodians would keep up with the news on the street."

netjedi - October 12, 2005 05:23 AM (GMT)
to Dimos
"Now see that is what you get for thinking so highly of Rodians. Six months away huh? what were you up to?"

Orgaloth - October 12, 2005 05:28 AM (GMT)
"Business. Just a simple pick up. Someone mislaid the package though, so I had to traips over half the outer rim. I then got hired for a couple of other little jobs. Passenger runs mostly. Thought I'd take some time off, or atleast drop home for a bit."

netjedi - October 12, 2005 05:32 AM (GMT)
"Cargo, passengers. wow you must be a pilot. With your duds you must be in some serious action. got any cool stories!?"

Orgaloth - October 12, 2005 05:35 AM (GMT)
"Depends on what you mean. I've not seen you here before. Mind letting me know who you are?"

netjedi - October 12, 2005 05:40 AM (GMT)
to dimos
"Just a passer by, name is Ronon. I'm here for a few days before I move on"

Orgaloth - October 12, 2005 05:45 AM (GMT)
"And what do you do, Ronon?"

netjedi - October 12, 2005 05:48 AM (GMT)
to Dimos
"I am sure it is nothing exciting by your experiences. I take odd jobs as I can and also dable in executing low key warrants."

Orgaloth - October 12, 2005 05:56 AM (GMT)
"Well how about instead of talking through this wall, you move over here?Saftey in numbers and all that."

netjedi - October 12, 2005 05:58 AM (GMT)
to Dimos
"Well let me talk it over with my associate here and... what the large leafy green weeds stuff from Naboo, lets go associate."

Orgaloth - October 12, 2005 06:14 AM (GMT)
"Well pull up a seat, you and your friend."

Dimos pushes the service comm, "Garass, another round here. They'll have what I'm having."

"Ahh a Togruta. Haven't seen one of your kind in years."

netjedi - October 12, 2005 06:19 AM (GMT)
in a low voice
"A Togruta!? where?"

Ronon Smiles

Orgaloth - October 12, 2005 06:51 AM (GMT)
Sitting in the booth is a human, easily in his thirties. The visor on his helmet is opened and you can see the dark skin and goatee. There's a scar running along his left cheek, and his right hand is hidden by the table.

"I hope you like Whiskey. I keep a supply of stuff here. 20years old, and Corellian." Dimos seems to savour the smell, before going on.

"So what type of Bounties do you take? And who is your friend?"

netjedi - October 12, 2005 08:52 AM (GMT)
to Dimos
"Oh no not bounties per say, I execute warrants for arrest on skippers and bail jumpers. Nothing all that exciting. I travel around the core and colonies mostly. and you? what type of stories do you have?"

Orgaloth - October 12, 2005 10:08 AM (GMT)
"Ahh planetary bounty hunter. It's an old form of the trade. Not many of them around anymore. I don't know what type of stories you want me to tell you. I'm not much for chit chat."

netjedi - October 12, 2005 04:12 PM (GMT)
to Dimos
"Well lets here of your last adventure"

Teradoxx - October 12, 2005 06:52 PM (GMT)
Krastorr just sits and listens to Dimos and Ronon talking. While he listens he also notes th people in the cantina, and looks for anything unusual.

Orgaloth - October 13, 2005 02:50 AM (GMT)
"We'll just say that that is the last time I do a job for Kumac the Hutt. That slime had me flying into the Remanent territories."

netjedi - October 13, 2005 03:43 AM (GMT)
"Wow! Hutts, the Remnant and everything else. sounds way spacey! When I get older I want to be able to tell tales like that. got any more?"

Orgaloth - October 13, 2005 03:46 AM (GMT)
"Only advice kid. Get an office job. The galaxy is not a friendly place."

Dimos drinks some of his whiskey, savouring the taste.

netjedi - October 13, 2005 03:48 AM (GMT)
to Dimos
"Well office jobs are boring, who would want to do that? You workign right now? maybe I can help?"

Orgaloth - October 13, 2005 03:54 AM (GMT)
"No not yet. An office job is conducive to a long life."

Dimos seems to think a little,

"What can ya do? Handled a Blaster before?"

netjedi - October 13, 2005 03:59 AM (GMT)
"I've handled one or two. I can also swing a table leg with some ferocity and I understand several tongues. Is this an interview, now?"

Orgaloth - October 13, 2005 04:03 AM (GMT)
Ignoring the question,

"Have you ever killed anyone? Can you fly a ship?"

netjedi - October 13, 2005 04:07 AM (GMT)
to Dimos
"I see we are now getting to the reality of who we are. Let's stop toying around and get to the bottom of things. Yes and yes. next question, or are we still going to pretend that I am the young impressionable type and you the cynic old spacer/hunter full of worldly advice. Crey, Ronon Crey, the real one at your service if you would have it. and you are?"

Orgaloth - October 13, 2005 04:11 AM (GMT)
"I'm just known as Dimos. It's been so long since I've gone by anything else. So Mr. Crey, do you like killing? This is a very pertainate question."

netjedi - October 13, 2005 04:12 AM (GMT)
to Dimos
"As a matter of fact I do not. I do not enjoy the taking of someones life, but I am also not afraid of doing it when the situation warrants it."

Orgaloth - October 13, 2005 04:20 AM (GMT)
"So what got a nice Togruta into the killing game? Aren't you going to drink with me?"

netjedi - October 13, 2005 04:22 AM (GMT)
"not into killing, just preserving justice. I had hopes of becoming one of the upper echelon of NR security. things didn't pan out for me."

Ronon takes his glass and tips it up as in a toast. cheers! and takes a drink.

Orgaloth - October 13, 2005 04:25 AM (GMT)
"What prevented your stella career? Refused to cover up a senators indiscration?"

Dimos pours Ronon another.

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