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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 1, 2005 4:19:48 GMT
*It was night, and the cold crisp tast floated from the inside of the cantina...however one amn did not enter, and instead sat infront of it, taking in the secenery. The night air blowing against his face. The Nar shaddains walked past throwing credits at his feet, assuming he was a simple bum. But darius knew better, he could feel it in the air. His kniship was near.*
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Post by Lu Kane on Nov 1, 2005 4:26:35 GMT
*A single man walked into sight, wearing a full body suit of mandalorian armour, but without the helmet on. This man was Jet Marx, a dangerous bounty hunter and an excellent marksman with his blaster rifle. He stood about 6 foot 5 inches and was of massive build. Jet walked over to Darius*
"Hey buddy, what are you doing outside the cantina? Had a bad night?"
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 1, 2005 4:31:05 GMT
*Without looking up, Mandalore hears the firmilar clank of the armour. Assuming he was some merc punk he spat back.*
"You disgracing that armour with your wilthy human stench?"
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Post by Max Kendrix on Nov 1, 2005 4:36:56 GMT
Max made his way to ward the cantina...
He was ahead of schedule as always. One could never be too careful when meeting a new liaison. This job garnered a certain secrecy that was left for the very powerful or the very..."Illegal".
Max noticed a man standing outside that appeared to be indegent...
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Post by Lu Kane on Nov 1, 2005 4:38:14 GMT
*jet looks down at the man and pulls out his blasters, holding them at his sides*
"You'd better watch your tongue, I'm a mandalorian not a human!"
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 1, 2005 4:39:03 GMT
*Eyeing the man, he quietly, and stealthily slipped his hand behind his back, grabbing a vibroblade...short and sharp of course. With his skill, you'd have to be able to read his mind to tell that he was armed. Then looking up at the 'mandalorian'*
"Really? Then you've abandonded the twins? I salute you..."
*Fianlly, a man that had deserted when the traitors where in power. This was someone he could, but probably won't, respect.*
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Post by Max Kendrix on Nov 1, 2005 4:40:56 GMT
Max stopped dead in his tracks and sank deep within the shadows. His hand's grasped his vibro daggers as he sat and watched the exchange between the two men.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 1, 2005 4:42:22 GMT
*He's hiding....hmm, I'll keep an eye on him Darius thought, waiting for the mandalroians reply.*
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Post by Max Kendrix on Nov 1, 2005 4:46:56 GMT
Max was content to watch the drama unfold from the safety of the shadows. He didn't think of it as being a coward, he was simply a creature of habit, and such acts have saved his hide more than once. He often thought that he was a bit paranoid, but he was what he was...A survivor.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 1, 2005 22:30:41 GMT
*Seeing that the mandalorian in front of him had no intention of answering, Darius left him, and walked inside...he sat at the counter and motioned for the hider to come out.*
"I can see you...come out and have a drink..."
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Post by Max Kendrix on Nov 2, 2005 0:13:16 GMT
Max didn't like this one bit. He struggled to pry his hands free of the dagger hilts. His every instinct warned him of betrayal, but somehow he truly believed this man meant him no harm.
Max realized that his first assessment of the indigent man was a great miscalculation. The stranger had a way about him that Max couldn't put his finger on, but it was there none the same.
Max emerged from the safety of the shadow, and introduced himself.
"Greetings stranger, the names Kendrix, Max Kendrix. Max slid a hand to one of his dagger's hilt instinctively as he extended his free hand out ward as a token of friendship."
Now don't go gettin all soft on me, Max thought to himself as he moved his hand away from his weapon as he offered to shake hands.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 2, 2005 0:19:12 GMT
"You'd be suprised how well I can see...And it's a good thing you took your hand off that knife because I could have easily kicked you in the grion from this range..."
*He laughed and accepted the handshake. The man seemed young, no older than 18, but his voice seemed commanding as well as a little intimidating.
He motioned to the bartender, and the drinks arrived. Few knew who he was, but as a personal friend, the bartender did.*
"So...what brings you to Nar shadda? The galaxy's finest shit-hole."
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Post by Max Kendrix on Nov 2, 2005 0:30:03 GMT
The first grin in a few years, however brief creased Max's normally stern features as the man spoke of nutting him...
"Nar-Shadda? So that the name of this piss-ant of a moon. First time here actually. Supposed to meet a guy here later to discuss...business. I have a few loose ends to tie up before heading back to Tattooine."
Max grabbed the drink and slammed it down. He nodded a silent thanks to his new acquaintance as a shiver climbed up his spine.
"Good year" Max said with a laugh. This rot got was good but not exactly aged in wood barrels if ya know what I mean.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 2, 2005 0:35:16 GMT
"Business, eh? Never dealt with the stuff...to much of a hassel. My job is killing, plain and simple, and I'm probably the best at what I do."
*DArius knew this wasn't true. He was a good fighter, maybe even the best...but killing was not his thing. He like to portray an image of himself, though. Someone no-one messed with. Tough-guy, badass...there were many names for them. But then he looked up, he thought he saw something in the man's eyes. If it was true, then he'd be ready for this....
He thought back many moons ago, to a time when he was a child. His mother spoke of how the echani used battle to converse....where as the mandalorians were simply always ready for the attack....
hmmmmmm...
And at that, DArius slammed his glass down, and sent a punch directly for Max's head.*
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Post by Max Kendrix on Nov 2, 2005 0:43:42 GMT
Max's alarm was only over-scored by his excitement! Max simply lowered is forehead to take the brunt of the blow. With any luck the man would break his fist in ten places as it impacted with the hardest piece of bone Max had to offer.
This was shaping up to be an interesting night, Max thought as he prepared to taste pain for the first time in...a few hours.
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