M.E. Cantina

[For'hil/ Armas]

For'Hil enters the cantina and sits down in the corner and observes the movement in the cantina

[Renthous Vacvar]

::chanbes orders, and gets a water to get rid of the alcohol::

[For'hil/ Armas]

*For'Hil sees the man with the lightsaber and become interisted on why he would be here*

[Renthous Vacvar]

::feels the eyes upon him::

[For'hil/ Armas]

*He concentrates hard on the character and senses some thing diferent about him he wasn't like the other Jedis he met*

[Renthous Vacvar]

::Begins to silently laugh, as he knows what the hunter is thinking::

[glow=red,2,300]I am no jedi. I never believed in that hogwash[/glow]

[For'hil/ Armas]

*As For'Hil watched the man he was curious on why he was hear he doesn't look like he was lookin for someone as he watched the Jedi more he got up and waiked to the HJedi and pulled out his blaster pistol and threw itm on the ground and sat down*

"Who are u Jedi and why u here"

[Renthous Vacvar]

::Guile draws his double bladed saber and ignites it, holding the blood red beam to Forhill's neck::

[glow=red,2,300]Fool! I am no jedi![/glow]

[Jon Nexus/Erik Zelona]

* I walk in wearing a bounty hunters clothing. I walk over to the bar, set my blaster rifle down, and orders a drink.*

[Dalharil EbonClaw]

Dal moves in quietly, a silken scarf covering her face to keep out the dust heay air, her body also clad in a very sheer silk, Danthiri were quick to adjust to new enviorments, however the twin suns of the backwater planet was something else.
Once within the cantina she removes the scarf, tucking her hair behind her high pointed ears as she looks over the patrons, grimmacing slightly at the refuse, however her dire need for liquid nourishment heavily outweighed her distaste

[Hyperspace Ripper]

~I walk in and wipe the sweat from my brow as I walk further into the bar. I see a beatiful woman sitting at the bar and saunter over to her leaning against the counter.~

Bartender, give the lady whatever she wants. I'm buying.

~I look at her and smile.~

[Dalharil EbonClaw]

Dal looks over to the fellow Jedi, Nodding her silent thanks as she turns her attention to the keeper, motioning to a obviously illigaly obtained bottle with odd characters inscribed on it " I wish for da morimatra" she whispers, again, motioning to the Danthiri spiced wine

[Hyperspace Ripper]

~I raise my brows at her pick and double check my pockets to see if I have the credits. Wouldn't do to come up shorthanded. Seeing I have enough I smile at her.~

You're a fellow padawan aren't you?

[Halan]

* Mandalore enter's the cantina to the fitting roar of a ronto just outside of the door, The people inside of here are far different from that of the olc back in the core, right at the front of the bar sit to jedi padawans the women from myrkr and another by the looks of him a male to who mandalore does not know of. He walk's to the bar beside them and orders a drink keeping his eyes to himself*

[Renthous Vacvar]

::Guile finishes his drink, and orders another::