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Post by Jerle-Ashka Shannara on Apr 29, 2009 13:02:23 GMT -5
"Before all else I'm a Corellian," she reminded Jet in response to the comment about the cigarras. "I shop locally." She leaned back in her chair, savoring her cigarra for a moment before she spoke to the air. "I was thinking about finding my kids, trying to talk to them. But they're Jedi now" she said with some distate, watching the smoke curl up from her smoke. "And what would I say to them? 'Hi kids, mommy's home, and she looks younger than you do.'"[/font][/size]
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Post by Jet Almeara on Apr 29, 2009 13:40:31 GMT -5
Jet shrugged slightly, tracing patterns in the condension rolling off her glass creating wildp atterns - though she cheated slightly by manipulating the water drops.
"Don't feel to badly, my kid's a Jedi too...so's Chase, can you imagine Grif? he's probably rolling over in his grave and plotting to kick my ass in the after for letting his grandkid first turn Jedi..and then go AWOL."
Sighing she flash froze the waterdrops around her glass and pushed it away from her, Chase's dissaperence bothered her...of course part of that could easily be guilt since she'd stopped looking for him after the vong invasion only to have him return and elude to being tortured. She was loath to let it happen again and so would never stop looking now. Bringing her thoughts back to the present she glanced at Jerle.
"But funny though it may seem I have a current treaty with the Jedi - since the current sith don't want to play all anymore...force I miss DL - so easy to deal with...anyways I have some in's at the Temple, I'm even somewhat fond of Chase's former Padawan"
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Post by Jerle-Ashka Shannara on Apr 29, 2009 20:00:00 GMT -5
"I heard about him going AWOL, my... relative... is a member of his squadron." She didn't know why she hesitated to tell Jet about Thyrashara, but she did none the less. She knew of Jet's old connections to the Sith, and if Thera was doing what Thera did best... well, there was no need to involve herself in that. "Sounds like they've had some problems with that new Knight Vipers squadron."[/font][/size]
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Post by Jet Almeara on Apr 30, 2009 7:32:55 GMT -5
"I wouldn't know, my treaty is more along the lines of thye stay the hell off Corellia without my permission and I'll send along help if our goals aline"
She shrugged, she'd entered into it only to please Chase and she kept to her side of it now because it currently suited her agenda.
"If you really want to know what the Jedi are up to...and whose in trouble I suggest talking to Mercy she seems to have her fingers in all the temple pies" |
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Post by Jerle-Ashka Shannara on May 1, 2009 16:59:49 GMT -5
"I'll keep my comments to myself for now; the itty bitty Jedi doesn't need her ears burning." Jerle took another drink and finished off her cigarra, calling the pack to her hand with the Force then tucked it into the pocket of her flight suit. "I need to get some new clothes. Better yet, I need to get a new man. Twenty five years is long enough to stay celibate, don't you think?"[/font][/size]
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Post by Jet Almeara on May 3, 2009 11:08:47 GMT -5
Jet drained the rest of her drink, and the bartender without being prompted dropped off another to replace it - Jet remided herself to give the man a raise, good employess oaught to be rewarded afterall.
"Good luck with that, personally I don't see much fish in that particular sea lately. Least not ones who show themselves on a regular basis."
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Post by Jerle-Ashka Shannara on May 5, 2009 11:45:25 GMT -5
"True enough, it's hard for a woman to keep a man anymore. They're just all so..." she trailed off, not knowing exactly what they were "so". Difficult came to mind, but she supposed that was simplifying the matter. "Not that it's all that imperative, we're self actualized women, we don't need a man to define us. Not that it wouldn't be nice to have some fun again..."[/font][/size]
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Post by Jet Almeara on May 6, 2009 8:53:53 GMT -5
Jet shrugged slightly, her tastes tended to lean heavily on power, even the best looking civillian held no intrest to her. Give him some power however and she might sit up and take a look.
"Well..theres plenty of men around willing to have a fling with a force user if your just looking for a good time.Personally I just can't find myself intrested in such a mundane relationship...apparantly I like people who might be capable of killing me in the right situation, or having my back in another. Guess I'm a danger addict."
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Post by Jerle-Ashka Shannara on May 17, 2009 10:47:59 GMT -5
"You've always gone for the bad boys, Jet. And I've always gone for the nice, boring ones. I guess I just wanted someone more like my father, and less like me." Shaking her head, she swirled her drink around, watching the liquid turn into a mini water spout. "Not that I'd turn down a dangerous one. After all this time, I'm not too picky."[/font][/size]
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Post by Jet Almeara on May 20, 2009 11:51:22 GMT -5
Jet shrugged.
"Yes well the problem with the nice ones is that they get uppity about some of the decisions that have to be made around here. Thier too touchy or sensistive and those types just don't survive in my life very long"
She waved her hand around the bar.
"However if your not looking to be completely picky as I said..tehre are many willing to play around with a DJO, if for nothing else then bragging rights later on"
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Post by Jerle-Ashka Shannara on Jun 23, 2009 8:41:39 GMT -5
"Ill keep that in mind, never know when you just might need a night of fun." She stopped playing with her drink and took another sip, then leaned back in the chair. "We're getting old my friend, and some nights I feel my age more than others."[/font][/size]
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Post by Harmony Lightwalker on Jul 26, 2009 17:47:16 GMT -5
Harmony Lightwalker entered the Cantina. She looked around once and chose a quiet booth in the back. She was tired, and not in the mood to be social. As the server came by she ordered a double, and made sure to tell him to keep them coming. Downing her first drink the server seemed almost surprised.
"I wasn't kidding when I said keep them coming," she said looking up as he came back by her table.
"Obviously," he said with a chuckle, "Rough day?"
She smiled slightly without responding. Sipping at her second drink she turned her gaze away from the server and he took her sign and left.
Harmony was content to sit back and watch the patrons. Was she having a rough day? Not particularly any more rough than her average routine. It had been a long time since she had returned to the Jedi Temple, and wasn't quite sure she was up to it without a few drinks.
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Post by Harmony Lightwalker on Jul 26, 2009 18:01:54 GMT -5
After finished off a couple more drinks, Harmony went to cash in her tab. Her vision was slightly blurred. Perhaps she wasn't in the condition to return to the Temple just yet. With that though Harmony smiled to herself as she left the Cantina.
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Post by Freedon Nadd on Sept 14, 2009 13:34:10 GMT -5
Three uniformed men walked down the Streets of the infamous Cantina row. Their uniforms did not match any current Corellian uniforms, but people tended to moved out of their way anyways. Not that they were purposing a threatening appearance, but because they all smelled, horribly.
These three men were on simple re-con, it had been nearly 10 years since they breathed the air of a familiar planet, and they were all glad to be here.
Languages they spoke, understood, food they recognized, HUMAN faces. It was all appealing to them. And from appeared around them, things had never been better.
Then they saw it, The CCC, The most famous of all cantinas across the whole damnable galaxy. As they entered no one looked up, no one made a second glance, though as they found a empty booth there were a few people who coughed as they walked past.
Well boys, lets see if our old credits still work around these parts.
Sliding a cred-chip into the menu they all three picked out drinks, a good price! They even had a few creds left on the card, so they left it plugged in for a tab.
Three large drinks were brought out and three big plates of Gravy covered Nerf steaks along with them.
The men literally sat drooling over the food before shouting out and digging in, making a general scene as the gorged themselves on the precious food. No small talk was made until every last drop of meat, gravy and ale was rung out into their swelling bellies.
Mates.... I've never had a happier moment in my life...
Laughing they ordered another round of drinks.
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Post by Freedon Nadd on Sept 14, 2009 14:12:50 GMT -5
It was late by the time the mens credits began to wane. So itself of finishing them off with drink, they got 3 rooms, separate rooms, another luxury lost on a warship. Each other the men took long showers, sending their cloths off to the dry-cleaners to be washed as well. It was paradise and they new their master would not approve of the lallygagging, but what was another day of 'information gathering' when they hadn't been here and never originally planed to return.
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