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Interested! Will probably write for the Starks.
I could potentially be interested.
Tentatively interested. I'll keep an eye on it!
C a s E e l e n
Nar Shaddaa - Refugee Sector
The Refuge Cantina






Cas barely had time to respond to the question posed to him by the man who would later identify himself as Captain Del'Quinjorra of The Quillwing, which Cas assumed must have been some ship outfitted for his own purposes. Not that he'd ever heard of it. Gesturing to a seat at the table, he went to respond though was interrupted by the sudden arrival of the latest member in their growing group, one Lroné Eronoss. He didn't know her, either.

"Somebody has to keep you alive. You should count yourself lucky, usually I'd charge a premium." Pausing for a brief moment of thought, the Nautolan continued, "Though in this case, freedom from this overcrowded and disease-ridden sector will have to do."

The two didn't have much time for more idle chatter, the bar erupting into noise at the sight of a fight between two patrons. Cas remained seated, trying unsuccessfully to see past the crowds for a look. Suddenly the crowd fell silent, no doubt a surprise victor had emerged in the admittedly short-lived fight beyond his own view. Even the band had fallen silent for a short while, captivated by the events, allowing an eerie silence to fill the warm air. "I'm here on a job for the Exchange", echoed a voice throughout the cantina, which only fueled the silence further.

Oh, great. A trouble-maker, and most likely one that was about to join their team on a discreet mission. "I have a feeling things just got more complicated.", said the Nautolan, airing his thoughts to the group. Soon enough, a hooded figure broke free from the crowd and began to make his way over to their table. The chatter in the cantina began to normalize as the band began playing once more, and things returned more-or-less to normality, though Cas noticed the latest arrival to their table attracting more than a few bad looks.

Eyeing the man as he spoke of being a scholar, Cas couldn't help but feel somewhat unsettled by the calm in his voice. Either he was especially naive, or he was somebody to worry about. Probably both. Identifying himself as a 'Seeker' going by the name of Dasaen, apparently the member of an organisation whose name Cas had already forgotten, Cas couldn't help but wonder what exactly he was actually seeking. Was it a meaningless and self-righteous title? Probably, he wagered. Everybody's seeking something, anyway. What makes what this 'Seeker' is seeking, so special? Only managing to confuse himself by thinking about it, Cas decided he'd have to find out more about this man of mystery later on. Oddly, the 'Seeker' made a final comment about being fooled by another and mentioned a Kel'Dorian. He's well-and-truly mad, Cas thought. Now he'd have to worry about this laserbrain, as if he didn't already have enough to worry about.

Cas didn't have much longer to muse over Dasaen, with another man approaching their group. "So, this is the chumps anonymous meeting?"

Returning a slight grin of his own, he looked the man up and down before replying, "It's increasingly looking that way." Before their conversation progressed any further, yet another joined their group. A Zeltron, this time. Making herself comfortable in the empty seat beside Cas, she slid a tray of drinks into the middle of the table and offered them up, though Cas opted not to take a drink for himself. Indeed, even as the Nautolan went to introduce himself to the newest arrival, yet another began to introduce themselves. Or, at least, attempt to. Having been momentarily looking toward the Zeltron to introduce himself, he hadn't caught the Kel'Dorian approaching the table, and simply assumed he must have missed him. A sort of anxious frustration beginning to fill his mind, he wondered how many the Exchange had actually contacted for this job. Indeed, the Kel'Dorian did not fill the Nautolan with confidence. Another laserbrain? Loth-cat got his tongue? Surely, not two simpletons? Cas began to feel more tempted to take the drink that was on offer.

Sitting silently for a while as the group made slight conversation about the locals, he eventually interjected. "If this is all of us, we ought to get down to business before our resident 'Seeker' beats anymore karking refugees." Cas made sure to shoot the man a look of disapproval as he spoke, if he could even see it through that his covered eyes. "So, anyway. Mol gave me some information to relay to you all." Quickly scouring the area around their table, Cas checked to see for anybody else approaching the table. With the rate members of their team had been arriving, he wouldn't be surprised if another turned up midway through his explanations. After a few seconds, and happy that they were all accounted for, he continued.

"Right, so. First there's Taan the Twi'lek. You've probably heard of him since he's the 'Head Refugee' around here. I think he's held up in some empty and re-purposed cargo container, like most of the refugees in the sector. Suppose we'll have to ask around. Shouldn't be too hard." Out of instinct he spoke in a slight hushed tone, though he doubted anybody else in the bar cared what they were discussing, or that they could even hear over the combined noise of the patrons and the music. There was a reason the Exchange had chosen their particular spot, after all. "Then there's the Scoundrels Sanctum. You know the one. Favorite spot of any Bounty Hunters lingering in the sector. Mol said we should check there, and I figure he's probably right. Kriff, some of those Bounty Hunters might even be after the same person as us. Finally, there's the famously short-tempered Dr. Zane who runs the aid center here." Shrugging, he commented, "Not that it's much good."

Reclining against the backrest of his chair for a moment, he knew it would be a better idea to split up and tackle the various areas at once. Besides, a giant group wasn't going to be discreet in anything. "So, I was thinking we should go off into pairs or something. Handle the different areas at once, and meet back here or something. I know Dr. Zane at least, and I can take our resident Seeker. Not like we're likely to get into any trouble around cripples, anyway, regardless of how scathing the comments from Dr. Zane can be." If you want something done right, do it yourself, as the age-old saying goes. Cas wasn't about to let the volatile 'Seeker' run off and cause them any more trouble. Taking him along meant that he'd have the opportunity to find out more about the mysterious Miraluka, too, which wasn't likely to be a bad thing.

"I don't really know the rest of you, so. I suppose it doesn't really matter, we're not looking to start trouble." Pausing for a second, he rethought his words as he darted his gaze toward the Miraluka briefly, but decided not to make another comment. "How about... Well, you and your friend." Cas gestured toward the Captain of the Quillwing, Del Quin'jorra and his Kel'Dorian friend. "Maybe you, too, Faryn was it? We're an odd number, so we'll need a three." Finally, he turned his attention to the other female of the group. "That leaves you two, Lroné and... I don't think I caught your name." he said in the direction of Hamlin Teth.

"That makes sense to me, anyway. The quicker we can get out of here, the better."

Having made his suggestion, Cas hoped the group would simply follow along. It didn't especially matter who was paired with who, he reassured himself. They were only going to be gathering information. What could possibly go wrong?
I loved the post @DruSM157!

I'm aiming to get something up tomorrow, as it's a day I have mostly free from university (which has recently started again, hence the slight delay haha)
@Pundii

No worries!
That's the first post up!

All you need to take away from it is that our characters have been told to meet at The Refuge Cantina, at table seventeen. Here, our characters will finally meet one-another, and our story will get underway!
C a s E e l e n
Nar Shaddaa - Refugee Sector
The Refuge Cantina



“The Refuge. Table seventeen.”

Following the rather vague instructions left to him by the Zabrak, Mol, Cas made his way through the listless crowds to the entrance of one of the few functioning cantinas in the Refugee Sector. Overcrowded and filled with refugees spending what little they had to pass the time with drink, brawls and scraps were frequent, a fact Cas had learned when treating what must have been his tenth patient to escape one such brawl. He couldn’t say he was that surprised. When thousands upon thousands of different race and species are crowded together with little in the way of belongings, or even ways to simply pass the time, trouble is bound to emerge. Even the proprietors of the cantina had long stopped visiting, resorting to simply taking in the monthly profits. There will always be those who profit from suffering, one way or another, he thought.

Removing himself from his thoughts as he drew near the brightly-lit entrance, Cas reminded himself of his purpose for visiting the cantina. The Exchange agent, Mol, had said only that the others who had been contracted onto the job would be present at the same location. The noise of the crowds in the cantina would provide cover for their discussion, and they were to promptly get to know one another before starting their search for the unknown stranger who was proving to be an unneeded thorn in the side of the Exchange. Admittedly, he was rather uncomfortable with the idea of working with others who had been picked out by the organisation. Morally bankrupt scoundrels, thugs, and maybe a bounty hunter or two, he expected. If anything, he worried that the greatest danger in this assignment would be surviving those he was assigned to work with.

Making his way through the entrance, the interior was rather a grim place to be. Flickering lights of various advertisements in aurebesh were plastered across the walls, and small tables were placed across the room with the ring-shaped bar in the center. Crowds gathered around the packed bar, with some patrons resorting to simply standing wherever they could find space in the room. It was not hard to spot the only table not surrounded by far too many patrons, tucked away in the corner of the cantina. I guess that’s seventeen, he thought. The Exchange likely asked the barman to keep it free, or rather, instructed him. If there was one thing he had learned from being around the Exchange on Nar Shaddaa, it was that they did not ask. Indeed, he dread to think what the outcome would have been for him had he refused their ‘offer’ of employment to find this stranger.

Sure enough, sitting at the table and flanked by two brawly human bodyguards, was Mol. Recognising the Nautolan as he entered, he raised his hand in a casual wave, beckoning him over. Approaching the table, the Zabrak spoke calmly in his native tongue, “Kol", he said while gesturing to an empty stool across from him at the table. Figuring he had just told him to sit, Cas took a seat. “You know I don’t speak that, right?”. The Zabrak offered only a baleful grin in return as he lifted the cup of bright-blue liquid to his mouth, taking a large gulp and allowing the silence to continue between the two. “First one here. I’ll keep it short, you can tell the rest when they get here.” Cas could never take the, admittedly rather scary-looking Zabrak, particularly seriously. Instead, he always found he had the urge to clear his throat whenever he heard the deep and raspy voice of Mol.

Leaning forward and checking his surroundings out of habit, ensuring there were no unwanted listeners, Mol spoke lowly, “Blue Twi’lek called Taan. Probably heard of him - ‘parently he leads the refugees.”, he allowed his the corners of his lips to curl upwards at the thought of a refugee leader, or more likely what the Exchange would do to this so-called leader, “Find him. He’ll know something. Get the information from him, one way or another.” Leaning back confidently, relaxing almost, the Zabrak lifted the cup to his mouth for another drink.

“Taan the Twi’lek. Easy enough.”, Cas shrugged in response.

Exhaling contently after his drink, Mol slid the now empty cup across the table, “Yeah. There’s also the Scoundrels Sanctum. Most of the Bounty Hunters looking for someone who’s anyone in this sector converge there. Good spot for information.” Looking to the ceiling as he reclined in the chair, and bringing his hand to his chin in thought, he paused for a moment before continuing. “Apart from that… maybe that aid center. Dr Zane, the stubborn old bag, runs that place. Always packed, somebody might have seen something.”. Turning his attention back to Cas, he simply shrugged before commenting, “Look. Everybody know’s something. Break the old beggars on the streets, go after Taan, I don’t care. Do what you have to do. Find the karking ‘guardian’, and solve it.” With that, Mol stood and made a click of his fingers, his bodyguards immediately making way for him through the crowds. “Oh - and, drinks on you.”

Soon, Mol was gone, leaving Cas to sit alone and contemplate the instructions given to him. He wasn’t one for torture, or making the lives of the wretched souls around him any more depressing.

This whole situation gave him a bad feeling.
Here's my own character. I might tweak the wording or some such, but for the most part he's done and ready to save some lives!




Today is the 30th, however, and I think I have our cast list sorted.
Accepted Characters
Mokra Tem - @Gunther
Dasaen - @Apollosarcher
Hamlin - @Pundii
Lronè - @Inkarnate
Del - @DruSM157

Please post your characters in the tab so I know you're still around. Also - I'll probably put up a basic relations sheet you should feel free to add in and edit as we go along, or you can make up your own! Sorry to those who didn't get in, I really do appreciate your interest and application, but unfortunately I am not looking for a particularly large cast for this roleplay, so I couldn't accept everybody.

Just another small mention for posting activity now that we're about to get things moving, I want this to be an endeavour we can take at our own speed. Post when you can and be considerate towards others in the group who may want to bring things forward and not get stuck waiting for too long, and I think we'll be grand!

I'm looking forward to getting the roleplay started, though. We've got a discord here that is a great way to get in touch and/or arrange collabs. It's not necessary to join though, so no worries! That's the point of this OOC page, too :)

I'll have a first post up soon, perhaps sometime early tomorrow instead of September 1st. Can't wait to get started!


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