Bottom End -- Coronet City: Corellia

        Although not exactly a place where tourists will visit, this area of 
 town was once one of the finer areas of the city. Where upscale merchants and 
 tradehouses once flourished, rundown taverns, flophouses and brothels now 
 thrive. The only indication of the glory that this area once had is the large 
 building at the east end of this cul'de'sac. Looking almost respectable amidst 
 the grime of this sector of town, is the sector headquarters of the Corellian 
 Merchant's Guild. Not even an occasional piece of debris seems to mar the 
 stairs leading up to the front door, where two heavily armed 'guards' keep 
 watch. These two are probably the closest thing to 'order' this section of 
 town ever sees.

  (OOC:  Type +lhelp for local help or +corsec for info on CorSec presence.)
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Jaren
=> Cricket
=> Bazil

      Through generations, the districts of Coronet City have retained their glory and splendor. Even here, in the lower end of the city, the area has a certain sense of history to it. Where prostitutes and other vagrants of society mark the streets, nearly emptied of the typical traffic one would come to expect throughout the remainder of the city, walk the dregs of society, and their compatriates. Though not nearly as bad as some sections of the city, the Bottom End is still one of the worst.
      That doesn't, however, detract one man from his mission. That man is Bazil McKenzie, whose tattered and beaten appearance carries him now over the sidewalks, the pair of IR-5 blasters on his hips, and the sinister appearance of his cybernetic arms showing proudly in an effort to deter those who might take advantage of the poor man. He needed no more taking advantage of. He got enough of that the past week, in the Imperial brig aboard the Sovereign, and then in his VIP guest suite, on the Tormentor. With his wife, nonetheless.
      His mission, aforementioned: Cheap liquor. Hard liquor. Stuff that burns.
      His accomplice tonight rolls beside him, looking a bit awkward, and not altogether himself. Cricket bleeps and curses fluidly in numerous languages, the little R2 droid's synthesizer straining to translate the numerous phrases that ought not to be uttered. There is, on the bright side, fresh paint on the side of him, indicating a recent assault. Where dozens of humanoid bodies are stamped, a freshly-painted one has been put into place.

      Duck staggers down from the opposite end of the street. In his hand is a small jeweled liquor flask, at which he takes the occasional desperate pull. His clothes are askew, the feather in his hat tilting out in at a drunken angle. "Stupid... Stealing my ship... boom." He stumbles to a halt, and for the first time looks up to take stalk of his surroundings.

=================< Local Help - Coronet City (Corellia) >=================

                            CorSec Presence = None

 There is no noticeable presence of any Corellia Security forces in the area. 
 This is a high danger zone colored RED and the chance of dangerous crimes in 
 this area is very high. Typical CorSec response to any reported crime is appx 
 8-10 turns/rounds of RP.

                      Type +lhelp <topic> to read files.
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      Jaren calmly walks out of what he fondly has called his office of late, the Corellian YT-1300 called Callandor. As he steps into star port once more. As he walks down the ramp he lightly stretches the shoulder that had recently been battered by the blaster bolt. His shirt and jacket freshly bought to replace the ones that had had a hole burned through both sides of it, as the bolt entered and exited his shoulder. He smiles a little bit, glad to be out of that accursed cell, and shakes his head at the inefficiency of the local police.
      Exiting the star port he slowly makes his way towards the darker part of town and moves towards the ever infamous Smuggler's Dig. His blasters now proudly displayed at his side once more, after finally acuiring them back from CorSec. Stopping a moment, he looks around to see if anyone he recognizes is in the area. After several moment he gives up and begins to make his way along once more. When his eyes fall on none other than his ex partner. He double takes for a moment and then raises his hands to his eyes to rub them and make sure he isn't seeing anything, "Bazil? Is that you?" Confusion ripples through his mind for a couple of moments, wasn't Bazil dead? "What in the name of the gods? I thought you were dead!"

      From a side street comes a ruckus and the shout of a voice that is likely familiar to Jaren. "Get out and stay out!" A foot emerges out the half seen door and plants itself on the rump of the man who preceeded it then shoves. Moments later a slender woman drags out another man and dumps him on the street unconscious for his friend to take care of.
      Dusting her hands off Kiare calls back into her Da, "Tell Liam he gets to do the next pair!" A flick of a wrist sends the blonde braid back over her shoulder and she smooths her dress, "Suns above. I can't believe I come home to visit and I get stuck playing security." Miffed she stretches her legs with a walk down the few steps to the corner and one can clearly see there's a blaster at her hip.

      Bazil pauses shortly, his eyes fixed on the 'Dig from a distance, only to be taken from his stupor by Jaren. "Huh?" He asks, dumbly, turning to stare at the man. "Oh. I get that a lot." He raises his finger politely, beginning to open his mouth, before Cricket goes off on another tirade of explitives. Bazil simply stares at the droid. "Yes. We'll explain later. Suffice it to say I'm alive. Though, through chance, I was in a brig for the past number of days. The Empire is at Tatooine, for unknown reasons. And it smelled fishy."

      Duck chuckles wryly at a pebble near his foot before taking another drink from the flask. Its empty. He eyes it disdainfully for a few moments before throwing it down the street. "Damn! If I end up sober, someone..." he holds up a finger menacingly, and glances distrustfully at the patch of wall to his left. "...is going to pay. Or buy me a drink." His words are slurred and garbled with inebriation.

      Jaren grins at Bazil for a moment, "I'm well aware of that. I just got done dealing with a couple of things that resulted in my finding out about it." He smiles for a moment and then turns his head as he hears Kiare's voice. Turning he grins broadly and raises his voice, "Hey, Kiare. If ya got a moment, come on over here. Someone I'd like you to meet." He smiles a moment as he turns towards Bazil once more, "One of our newest employees. So you got stuck in the brig? That's gotta be harsh. Of course, I'm sure you managed to make things interesting for them as well." He grins broadly remembering some of the stuff that Bazil had put him through, like when he was shot by Johanna, "Did they at least have decent food on there? CorSec Station has /terrible/ food." He grins broadly for a moment and shakes his head, "But I'm sure I can tell you all about that later. Who's the droid?" Jaren's voice is a little inquisitive as he had never had the pleasure... Of meeting the little droid.

      Looking up at Jaren's call Kiare checks the street before heading out for Jaren and his... friend. She lightly lays a hand on the blaster because it isn't the best part of town to be in. Moving around the swaying hips the skirt fabric is set in motion all the way to the hem which dances just on the long side shy of midthigh. Brushing a lock of hair out of her face she stops and looks up at Jaren, "Hey there. Don't usually see you around here."

      "Well. It wasn't that bad. They moved us to the guest quarters the second night. Johanna was with me. We even got to participate in a skirmish with them," Bazil offers simply. Though not simply, seeing as how this all occured while he was imprisoned. Because he was a Rebel. Which was rather queer, all in all. "And the food wasn't that bad, either."
      Eyes turn to Cricket, who emphasizes the fact that he was just inquired about by ramming to Bazil's leg. "Yes, yes. I was just getting to that. You--" He turns back to Jaren, and corrects himself, "-This- is my droid. Cricket. He's a menace. And hope that your friend isn't a tech." At that, he turns to greet the newcomer. A slight bob of his torso in bow, and he offers, "Hi. I'm Bazil. Bazil McKenzie. It's nice to meet you."

      Duck continues to slosh through his cheerily gin-soaked world. On to stumbling down the street it is, then. "Where'd that flask get to?" He approaches the nearest sentient, an odd looking man with metal arms. "'Scuse me, my good sir." Duck pauses to tap him on the shoulder, but misses. "My flask seems to be missing." He glances around warily, and says conspiratorily, "Bad section of neighborhood, you know."

      Jaren grins a little as he looks down to the droid, "Nice to meet you, Cricket." Turning back to Bazil he shakes his head, "Nope. She's not really a tech. She has skills in other areas though." He smiles a little as she approaches and offers he a quick hug, "How have you been the last couple of days, I haven't seen too much of you since that second little incident at the starport." He grins a little as he turns back to Bazil, "So how is the missus? Not shooting any more holes in your chest I hope." A twinkle of mischief glints in his eye as he says it and as he notices the other man approaching Bazil. He offers the new comer a slight smile and a little grin.

      Shrugging Kiare returns the quick hug lightly and answers his question wuichly, "I was busy trying to get some things in order, trying out the swoop on other tracks. Fortunately in this outfit you can't see the bandage that wraps around most of one leg from knee to nearly the ankle.
      Laughing softly Kiare offers her hand, "A pleasure. Name's Quinn, Kiare Quinn." The Quinn, her Da's bar is behind her just up the side street, and for swoop race fans the name may ring bells because of 6 very tall blonde brothers who raced for years. "Not a tech, more an... information specialist you might say. Jaren likes to call me 'his new distraction'."

      "Johanna is good. We went to Tatooine to get away and pick up some stuff. And we certainly got away. We had the brig cell and guest quarters all to ourselves the entire time, except during interrogations and dinners with their Fleet CO. Except for a small... disagreement, things are going much better," Bazil explains to Jaren simply.
      Cricket just stares at Jaren, bobbing its dome quietly. Already plotting his ultimate demise.
      "Again. Good to meet you. And it's good to know that you aren't a technician. My droid kills them for sport." A solitary metal finger taps on the side of the droid's doom, where the ink figures of humanoids have been stenciled.
      And then comes the drunkard. Bazil turns towards him, and first takes a moment to stare at Duck's hands, then to his beltline, and then finally to the man's face. A brief batter of eyes peer at the man, before he tilts to peer behind Duck. "Well. I suppose you could have -dropped- it, but I certainly didn't take it, and I'm much to say that neither of these two did, either." Cricket warbles something to the effect of not having taken it, despite having taken Bazil's wallet, which he then displays anxiously, with a gripping-appendage. Waving it about, before retracting it back into his dome.

      Duck shakes his head. "Dropped it?" He shakes his head again, and then says in a loud stage whisper, "It was a Wookiee." Nodding peremptorily, he squints around for the imaginary thief. "Yeah, a big one!" To show exactly how big, he raises one hand into the air, while the other, with suprisingly quick, sober movements, attempts to dart into folds of Bazil's tunic, searching.

<SKILL> Duck rolls a 15 for his PICKPOCKET skill. An Average roll!

<SKILL> Jaren rolls a 6 for his PERCEPTION skill. A Poor roll!

      Jaren grins as Kaire mentions what he supposedly likes to call her. Lightly he slaps her on the rump, "Well if you didn't dress like that, I might be able to get some work done, instead of thinking about how I am going to woo you next." He chuckles softly and shakes his head at the droid, making sure his own wallet is secured in a pocket, then thinks better of it and moves it to the inside pocket of his newest jacket, "Well at least you two are getting along. I don't want to have to get myself covered in your blood again." He winks at the man as he regards the drunk staggering close by, "Perhaps you left it somewhere?" He raises an eyebrow not entirely sure he would want to find a flask that had been lost in this part of the city. God only knows what would have seeped into it once it was on the ground, "Perhaps you should just buy a new one, it's gone."

<SKILL> Kiare rolls a 5 for her PERCEPTION skill. A Very Poor roll!

      Kiare elbows Jaren hard in the side when he swats her, "Watch where you put those or you'll get a blaster burn on your rump." She smooths her dress, "Nothing wrong with the way I dress, and you shouldn't complain." She is glad that her own monies are somewhere VERY safe. She winks at Bazil, "He is a very 'hands on' sort of boss."

      "I certainly hope he doesn't try his 'hands on' approach with me," Bazil offers fatefully to Kiare solemnly, before his attention returns to Duck. "A Wookiee. How would a Wookiee fit his paws into wherever it was that you kept your flask?" Bazil inquires, watching the hand soar into the air. "Especially one that large," He offers, raising one hand to point at the already-raised hand of the thief. His body shifts, in an effort to do such, as the hand currently groping the interior of the folds of his clothes manhandles his manhandleables.
      Cricket, meanwhile, peers upwards as well, commenting, "I remember this one time, a Wookiee threatened to tear my dome off and beat me to death with it." A pause. "So I shoved him out of his tree." Most obviously, the droid does not recognize the thiefery either.
      And so, a pair of objects find themselves within reach of Duck's hands. One is hard, metallic, and curved oddly. The other is soft and malleable--fleshlike, but in a shape not unlike that of a wallet.

      Duck keeps that hand high in the air. He quickly grasps a small metallic object from inside the metal man's tunic and tries to pull it out.

      Jaren lets out a loud grunt as Kiare's elbow lands nicely in his exposed ribs, "Well, I'm definitely not complaining!" He grins and winks at her and then outright laughs when she calls him 'hands on' and shakes his head a little, "Well I didn't exactly hear /you/ comlpaining about it." He winks at both her and Bazil as he promptly puts his arms at his sides to avoid another shot to the ribs, but puts on his most charming smile for Kiare.
      He watches the display of the drunk man with an amused grin, "I don't see any wookies about here. How long has it been missing?" He chuckles at Cricket's little story about a wookie as well, and makes a clear mental note, not to do anything that may upset the little droid. Grinning a little broader though, he turns to Bazil and chuckles, "Believe me, you're not my type, Bazil. Sorry." He offers a shrug to the man and shakes his head slightly, still chuckling under his breath.

      Kiare is about to aim another shot at Jaren's ribs but then decides to take a stomp on his foot. That should shut him up a little, "I didn't complain because you were trying SOOO hard. I didn't want to embarass you, sweet." Smirking she winks at Bazil, "There are so many smoother men in the galaxy. Much sweeter words."

      "Sometimes," Bazil offers, as Duck manages to palm a C411 blaster out of his tunic. A polite smile passes over his face, as he peers at Jaren. "Be nice to the lady. You're lucky." A pause, and his smile turns to a smirk, "It's not every woman that would tolerate an officer of the law." He waggles a finger gently, and looks to Kiare, "He can barely even fire his blaster, if you know what I mean." The finger is returned to his closed fist, which projects his thumb, which is thusly pressed against Bazil's chest. "Then there's me; the ace pilot, who has experience in -every- field there is."
      The thumb is replaced, the index finger returns, and he waggles at Kiare then, "There's so much in the Universe I've seen that barely compares to you. Why, there's this moon in the Yavin system. When you fly into its atmosphere, the water, it glistens across your wings, before the velocities transform the water into its base elements, and flames soar behind you," His hands wave across his vision, and Kiare's, allowing everyone to follow. "Leaving a trail of beautiful fire in the midst of a deluge of rain."
      "But like I said. That's certainly not you."
      He goes, then, idly, to place the moving hand back onto his tunic, as a few fingers slip into the folds casually...

      Duck slips the small blaster into his jacket, and under his shirt, disguising the movement by stumbling slightly and taking his hand down. He smirks to himself. His prize is as secure as one can be, against the skin. "Yeah, a Wookiee, all right." The poor drunk begins to stagger away again, mumbling. "M'flask. It's gone.... stupid Wookiee." Duck heads towards the bar.

      Jaren merely smiles as she steps down on his boot and manages to mash one of his toes pretty good. Though he doesn't say anything, just winces and grimaces a little and continues to smile at her, deciding that she had won the battle of the words this time, though can't help one more tiny comment, "Well then, I guess we have a bit more practicing to do. So that I can be whipped into shape." He smiles a little wider at her and leans over to try and give her a quick kiss on the cheek, forgetting for the moment about the man and his wookie.
      As Bazil goes about his little speach to Kiare all he can do is roll his eyes and shake his head, it definitely would be something good to let Joh know about, she might find that interesting. Then he thinks again, or she could draw her blaster and shoot him, right where he stood. After all, he never did find out why she shot Bazil at the starport. Shaking his head he decides against it and will let Cricket tell her if she is going to find out about anything.
      Not far off a rather large wookie walks down the street. A shiny silver object held in one of its big furry hands. Seeming to be looking for someone he pauses every several paces to look over the people moving about the street and then spots Duck and walks over to him and begins grunting and growling in his native language, holding out the hand with the shiny silver object in it.

      Smirking at Jaren the cheek is tipped away and a step to the side is taken. No more of those smoozy words she wants real flirting, real smoothness. But she's distracted a bit by the other man. Kiare nods following the motion of the hand and the detail of the story and as it goes on she isn't sure if she should be flattered or offended. As the talk goes on she looks from Bazil to Jaren certain that the talking man is just full of... well it.
      Nodding again she smiles brightly, "Well, certainly some day you'll find a woman who compares to this beautiful place you speak of. I'm sure when you find that woman you'll regail her with the stories of all the beautiful places she is like. Until then I suppose you'll just have to settle for looking at me, but that's better than you're likely to get anywhere else."

      "Better than looking at Jaren, at least," Bazil quips offhandedly, as his off-hand happens to find something amiss. He pauses, quirking his brows, and looking down at his shirt. His hand moves fully into his tunic, at which point he withdraws his second wallet. He turns to Cricket, and stares pointedly, "You stole my money again, you farkface." He kicks the can gently, as Cricket emits what is best described as a 'snicker.' The second wallet is shaken threateningly, and replaced, as he offers, "Why. I should shoot you." And it is then that he realizes what else is amiss.
      His hand feels the leather curves of the holster under his tunic, and he stops dead in his tracks. "You stole my blaster, too! You crafty bastard."
      Cricket's response is epic. His welding electrode is ejected, and zaps Bazil in the knee, followed by a large string of curses. "I did not!" Bazil simply glares, seemingly unphased by the welding on his knee.
      "If you didn't, who..." His eyes raise to the fleeing thief, who is rapidly being approached by a large furred beast, who happens to be waving an ornate flask around, and grunting in groaning in Wookieese. Rather apologetically, it seems.

      Duck seems somewhat taken aback at this somewhat large and furry turn of events. "Eh? Y'found it?" He takes the flask from the Wookie and slips it in his pocket. Giving a good natured slap to the Wookiee's shoulder, he thanks him and continues to move drunkenly towards the bar.

      Jaren smiles and decides not to chase her down for the kiss, yet anyway. Perhaps later he will be able to coax a small kiss from her, after all, this part of town wasn't exactly the best place for that sort of thing. He just clasps his hands behind his back as he streightens back up, slightly pushing his own coat closed a little around his person, though at the same time revealing one of the larger blasters at his hip. Bazil's display with Cricket sets off an amused grin on his face, that only grows as he turns his attention towards the man and the large wookie.
      As the man accepts the flask, the wookie grins at him showing his fangs in what can only be considered a wookie smile. Either that or he has decided the man's arms would make a good set of clubs. Though after a moment the wookie turns and lopes off down the street back in the direction that he had come from.

      Kiare is openly snickering and even chuckling at the antics between the man and his droid. But then she hears Liam shouting out the door of Quinn's for her and she turns to yell back to the younger of the twin brothers (Cathan and Liam), "Hush and tell Da I'm not 10 any more! I'm talking to friends." Turning back to Jaren she pokes him and then winks at Bazil, "You better catch him before he runs off."

      "Cricket! Kill!" Bazil roars, temporarily stunning the droid, who stands there blankly, turning its dome between the man and the man running away. And then the droid, in all appearances, turns into a droid of action. In an instant, the droid's wheels squeal, rubber tracks burning harshly against the street, as he spins in a circle, and dashes towards the thief unordinarily fast. In a moment, all manner of tools erupt from his body, some whirring, some chomping, some chopping, dicing, and all manner of vicious looking tools of torture and demise. But mostly repair. Though, that circular saw and welding attachment certainly don't look healthy. Especially if anybody knew what Cricket did in his spare time to the other droids.

<SKILL> Bazil rolls a 13 with 4D+1. An Average roll!

<ROLL> Duck rolls a 11 for his WILLPOWER skill. An Average roll!

      Duck whirls and spots the droid barreling towards him. It is an unnerving sight, as astrometrichs generally don't respond to commands like that. He backs up to the wall quickly, glancing above him to gauge its height, and waits. As the droid comes within range, Duck tries to jump onto its dome.

      Jaren smiles as Kiare pokes him and reaches out with his hand to try and lightly grasp her finger before playfully poking her back on the side. As he hears her brother's voice raising from Quinn's he smiles and shakes his head, "They put you to work on your leave?" He smiles a little, "That's no fun. Well you are always welcomed to use my place on the beach. Whether or not I am there." He smiles again at her and then is jolted out of the amusement as Bazil barks his command to the droid. He merely watches in amazement at the droids above normal speed, not to mention all the fun little gadgets the little droid is deploying, "Sure glad I'm not that guy..."

<SKILL> Duck rolls a 3 for his ATHLETICS skill. A Very Poor roll!

<ROLL> Bazil rolls a 8 with 2D+1. A Poor roll!

      Kiare can only nod, bot the to query and the comment, "Da needed help.. someone didn't show up tonight and so he needed someone to toss out the rabble." She laughs "This could prove to be rather educational if you think about it."

      Unexpectedly, Cricket stops a few feet short from Duck, as the man soars towards him, only... short. About six inches short. Which leaves the droid mere inches out of range for tasering, electroding, or various other implements of pain. In another non-typical Cricket maneuver, though, another slot opens, and a square platter is extended sideways, towards the man, and right-sided, leaving a nice platform for the blaster. The welding tip begins to whine.

      Duck pulls the blaster from under his jacket, drops it on the platter, and then runs. Fast. Adrenaline and images of death by psychotic droid speeding his steps until he's gone.

      "Thank you and have a nice day," Is the recorded message that Cricket offers, in a non-Cricket voice. In fact, it sounds rather like the sound that most of the banking terminals made when you deposited money. How or why cricket had the voices of a banking terminal were unknown. What wasn't was that Cricket was now in possession of a blaster pistol. Which was an inherantly dangerous thing, and one that Bazil, who stands there, half-relieved, never considered.
      But then, things could always change in a nanosecond on this planet.