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Post by Solo (Shane Qel-Droma) on Nov 12, 2005 1:37:05 GMT
Solo stepped out into the cool air of the spaceport. He tightened his coat around him expecting the outer grounds of the planet to be much more chilling. He walked by some other species sitting by there ships or talking up some dancers. Shane walked to an exit ramp labeled:
Welcome Traveler! To Mygeeto.
He waded through the dense crowd going out the doors, while not frogetting to slide some credits to the receptionists. Solo was immediatly taken aback by the planet. He now realized why they called the snowy planet Mygeeto (meaning "crystal" in another language) The ground seemed to shimmer and sparkle as he moved. But Solo wasn't here for the sites. He was here to negotiate a prisoner release. A Republic agent had hired Solo to try and release a captured prisoner who had been captured for two weeks by a rebel group. The pay was good and it was also a great way to get on good terms with the Jedi and Republic who he hoped to join or help out one of the two or both factions.
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Post by Solo (Shane Qel-Droma) on Nov 12, 2005 1:50:50 GMT
Solo heads to the cantina. The place he was told that the rebel forces held meetings. Solo walks in the overwhelming stench of alcohal and death stick smoke, and something he was sure was an illegal drug. He walked by some very unfavorable Barabs who placed hands on stun batons as he passed. Solo tips down his hat and made sure his sword or revolver (now filled with tranqulizers and other non lethal froms of projectiles after his meeting with the Jedi) Solo takes a sit and immediatly jumps as he finds the wooden stool he sat on had a nail sticking out of it. A little annoyed already Solo chooses a better chair and orders a drink.
As he waits for the gritty bartender to retrieve his drink, Solo scans the area and finds 3 groups with there tables bunched together to make a sort of 'Y' figure. Solo finds the more heavier armored woman sitting at the bottom of the Y, Solo knew she was the leader and the one to negotiate with.
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Post by Solo (Shane Qel-Droma) on Nov 12, 2005 2:05:41 GMT
Solo sits wondering how to make his approach to the group without being filled with blaster holes. The gritty bartender comes out scratching his buttocks and handing Solo a drink. Solo looks down on the drink and grimaces, it was a brown sludge color, the glass was dusty and chipped drinking it would mean sacrificing his lips. The handle also had a green sandy substance that was residue from the bartender's hands.
"That's not the drink I ordered, sir."
The bartender just turns his back and starts working on a machine wiping his hands on an already greasy apron.
"Hey! I was talking to you! This isn't even close to the drink I ordered. Is this even fit for human consumption?"
The bartender turns around angry and towering. He raises his hand and dips his finger in the drink. As he raises his finger the liquid oozes off slowly signifying it was actually not to "liquidy". The Bartender sticks his finger inhis mouth.
Bartender: "It's edible."
Solo just turns around and walks toa table near the group. Solo tries to over hear what they are saying but a band starts up.
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Post by Solo (Shane Qel-Droma) on Nov 12, 2005 2:21:02 GMT
Rebel: "We can't hold him forever."
Leader: "We need to send the Republic a message."
Rebel2: "Is this the message we want to send them. We take prisoners and torture them. We don't have a problem with the Republic we have a problem with there actions.
Rebel3: "I need to go to the bathroom."
The group excuses him and he stands and goes to the bathroom. Solo waits a minute then follows into the bathroom. If the bar was bad, it now lloked like a church. The bathroom wall was stained and sprayed with various kind of graffiti. Solo saw the stalls were just a cut pipe with holes in it that led to a lower chamber filled with bodily excretions. The stench hit him later with a rush that made him fall backward and gag. He looked up after the nausea passed and saw the Rebel member. Solo walked up behind him and kindly clubbed him over the head with his sawed-off shotgun. Solo brought The body into a corner and pulled off his clothes leaving the man in his under shirt and boxers. Solo quickly threw on the clothes and disposed of the body into a latrine hole (not all were pipes) Solo fitted the robes and prepared to walk out the door.
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