Fate of the Undecided (Openest)

[Cole Veldakk]

OOC: This RP is to decide what faction Cole Veldakk joins. So if you want someone new on your faction, come here and make a good argument for it. I am also willing to join any team, so dont be shy.



*Cole walks through the streets of Tatooine, looking at the Jawas, spacers, and other alien scum pacing beside him or peddling goods. Bah, his fate would be much better than those. Or at least he hoped.

He turns right and walks into the Farr'ym Cantina. He'd never been here before, having spent most of his life on Deralia. But Tatooine seemed to be much like his homeworld. Except without Revan.

Cole walks to the bar and orders a drink. He taps his fingers on the counter as the Bith bartender pours a clear substance into a mug and hands it to him. He pays a few credits and sits down at the barstool, sighing. He takes a drink of the refreshing beverage and looks at the riff-raff on the planet. Not much interesting here.

'Maybe when my ship is in better repair, I can find an interesting place. Not like this place, not the slimehole of the galaxy...' Cole thinks to himself as he drinks. He was liking the place less and less, and wished his ship hadnt broken down. He barely had the credits to afford it, and didnt know what to do next.*

[Cygor Renthous]

*Cygor walked in the cantina with the kid close by. He didn't really mind bring the child into the bar, simply because he was obviously use to it. They sat at the xounter and ordered two waters...nothing special, and Cygor wouldn't drink in front of his new companion.*

[Cole Veldakk]

*I notice the newest figures of the dusty, dingy cantina. However, I dont really care and continue to drink. Just some moisture farmers or something, it doesnt matter. Id heard there were a lot here, so it seemed to fit. Bah, what do I care anyway?*

[Pele]

After being hungover from the last day, the mandalorian, Pele, decided to come into the bar and look around, maybe some more fun things would happen today. He quickly spotted a chair next to a man and I sat down. He decided not to get a drink he was still hurtin from the last drink. Pele then turned and looked over at the amn he was sitting next to.

"How you doing?" I said.

((OOC: to Cole))

[Cygor Renthous]

*The child had accidentally spilt his drink on the counter and slightly getting it on the mans clothes...Dori looked at him with a saddened face and hesistantly said*
"S-sorry"

*the child must've not been older than 6, but also seemed wiser than his years.*

"Yes, sir, we are very sorry... lemme clean that up for you"

[Cole Veldakk]

"Fine, yourself?"

*I answer in a civilized tone, although I really despised this sort of scum in my heart. I take a sip from my mug, and swirl around a few droplets inside, looking at the glass bottom and my reflection on the mug.*

[Cole Veldakk]

"Its fine, really... It was bound to happen."

*I take a napkin and wipe up the liquid that poured over my lucky Spacer's jacket. It had so many stains on it already it wasnt even funny, so another shouldnt hurt.*

[Pele]

"Good. You like Tatooine?" I said smirking underneath my mandalorian helmet.

This man was trying to avoid him and it was noticable since he was playing with a mug. I looked aroud the cantina, this man seemed different from everyone else, ahh but who cared many different people came into the cantina now a days.

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

Barrill entered the cantina, seeing an empty seat next to some sort of alien. He sat down next to the alien, ordering an ale. He was here on his own to help crime to happen; the large crime like robberies and such. The ale came, and Barrill spun around in his seat, one hand holding the mug, the other on the handle of a lightsaber. He was ready to make order quickly if villainy would happen.

OOC: I'm not sitting by you, Cole.

[Cole Veldakk]

"To tell you the truth? I hate it. Too much like Deralia. Moisture farmers, spacers, and scum wandering the streets. Err, no offense to moisture farmers."

*I turn with a hurried glance towards the mismatches pair next to me, but return to the conversation when its apparent they dont care or notice.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"We're not mostiure farmers...more like madnalorians..."

*The bigger of the two, who seemed to be his older brother held out his hand as if to shake cole's...*

"I'm Cygor and this is Dori"

[Cole Veldakk]

*I dont take the soldiers hand, and instead drain the rest of the liquid from my mug, wiping it off my lips with a gloved hand.*

"Well la-dee-da, Mandalorians. Thought you all died in the war..."

*I talk in a disdainful tone towards the Mandalorians. I have a dislike towards them, since Deralia was one of the planets they conquered long ago, just before the Mandalorian Wars. Thats what caused Revan to fight against them, the conquering of his homeworld. And I wish Revan never existed, for all he helped, the perfect bastard.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*The younger one of the two, placed his hand on his blaster, which seemed huge in his tiny hands...he was shaking once again,why? He didnt know...something about this man...

The other, Cygor, took his hand back and looked disdainful*

"A lot of us did...including my family"
*He shot a nasty look at the man, probably drunk, knowing his kind*

[Cole Veldakk]

*Cole looked at the blaster bored, and looked at the smallest one again, a sort of lethargy in his eyes and expression.*

"Oh you wanna fight me? You wouldnt last two minutes. A bounty hunter's better than your scum."

[Pele]

By the looks of it this kid wasn't acting smart, trying to talk about the mandalorians, he'd get himself shot. I sat there watching him thinking if I should take the offence and use my blaster, or leave him alone and watch what the other mandalorian does.