Log:The Shadowport: Rishi Run In

Cargo is being loaded. Trouble is happening. A new face is met.

OOC Date: August 8, 2020
Location: Rishi
Participants: The Shadowport, Eriu Jynx as GM, B'haav Adasta, Karr'roga

[Eriu Jynx] Rishi is not a nice planet, its just another outer rim rough going planet where spacers and criminals brush shoulders with the questionably rich and where deals that are not on the up and up get made. Its still nicer than Nar Shadda. But not by much. Its why Eriu, still recovering from her blaster wounds gets a little gun shy and brings along B'haav. They sit inside a cantina, waiting for the cargo to load that is probably not exactly on the cleared manifest that is currently being meticulously crafted by none other than the woman seated at the booth. Eriu sits there, drinks gone through - at least severa glasses in front o fher as her datapad is wired into. Her tetan glasses spit out readings faster than she herself can deal with as she changes the IFF and other information about the Majestic which is the baby hauling the load.

THe smell of spice is in the air but thankfully not right near them as she glances up at B'haav for only a moment. "If you are hungry order something...I am considering something." She's not looking at a menu. NO ONE NEEDS A MENU.

They are taking up a rather large booth to themselves but they got here earlier and now the day is wearing on and the night crowd is filtering in which means a different sort of crowd.

[B'haav Adasta] B'haav looks surprisingly comfortable - a mood out of place on his gaunt Balosar frame - sitting further back in the booth with his back against the wall. He puts a mark on his datapad and then looks up. "I think I'm still digesting all of that food from the other night in Chandrila. Take all the time you need. I've got a lot on my mind of late anyway." He takes a sip of his kaf and sets it back down, grey eyes hiding again under the brim of his brown hat. The jacket of his tan suit hangs over the end of the booth on a hook and his sleeves are rolled up.

[Karr'roga] The cantina grows busy with night, and fills with the personalities of the night: No one walking through the door once the light dies walks an exactly, uh, straight and narrow path - but one such thing causes many souls to part before taloned footsteps: A Barabel. For his kind, he is not the tallest, but an a specimen worth seeing: Dark rags cover the light armor over his evergreen and black scaled hide. A hood tugged over the cranium hides most of the skull, yet that maw sticks out, and with each pass do people move away - feeling the lurking aggression, and it is hard to ignore the hisses beneath every breath. The rumbles that rise and twist in the stomach up to the throat, while yellow slitted eyes flicker calmly over faces. "toogeatheaghaa...yphoof..." The deep, cacophonous words - names - growl past a maw of many long fangs to large Houk in the corner. Their shared grunts welcome the Barabel, whos large tail sways with each step forward until he is joining the two creatures - reaching into the rags that hang on the large frame to cast down what resembles a package. One of the Houk peeks in and gives a deep laugh, showing his partner - whom also laughs. Leaving the Barabel to sit himself and seem pleased, if the relaxed state of the tail is any indicator.

[Eriu Jynx] Crowded means little to no room to sit so as Eriu looks up, the translucent display shown across her eye, she nods. "Very well, then I will order for us." She sees the shadow fall over them and its unfortunate that its not the server but a small group of trandoshan who step right up. "I would like the seasoned meat with the relish of tubers," she begins and starts to look up, blinking a bit, "Huh, service has changed apparently," she remarks. "Last we had a twi'lek girl..well anyways I would like that and .." she starts to continue and the trandoshan leans over and hisses at her, bracing himself on her side of the booth.

"Get up. Our table..." he hisses at her. For a moment Eriu just stares up at him, as if her mind might be quickly calculating what to say next. A couple of humanoids in the hunter group step up and watch closely. AHHH THERE WE GO!

She puts on a smile and winks at them, "Hey boys..so we have had this table. Been reserved all day but you know when I get the indicator for the cargo we will be vacating, how about you stay at the bar and I will order you a round?"

She quick glances at B'haav as she slides her glasses off and tucks them away, quietly closing the computer and tucking datapad to her hip. "How about it?" She starts to scoot to the edge of the booth as a claw taps at her chest. "Move." Eriu narrows her gaze. "This is Shadowport property we are..uhhh waiting for the rest of our group. Maybe you would like to take it up with them. OH LOOK! There is one now." Karr'roga is noted as she leans into the table to see. "YOU! HEY! You got here, so I have your payment and come join us." Oh man she's gambling on this. She tilts her head, making a motion for him to hurry over.

[B'haav Adasta] B'haav nods, half-listening to Eriu Jynx as she orders. However, the harsh Trandoshan voice immediately pulls his attention and the datapad is quickly pocketed. He eyes the numbers standing at the table and quickly calculates their odds of survival here - him being worth nothing but a temporary shield and his Hapan associate already on the recovery from that blaster wound... Not great. He looks around the room, trying to find some sort of leverage when she spots someone around the other side of the booth in the corner and out of his line of sight. Peering over the booth would ruin the air of calm he's trying to project. He looks to his jacket and back to the reptilian intent on stealing their booth. "Eriu Jynx, do try to handle this civilly... This is one of my favorite suits and if you get their blood shed all over my jacket, the entire suit is ruined. Remember what happened that other time with the Togorian? I'm still peeved about the hat I lost." Pure, simply, unadulterated bluffing. But when it comes to lying, he's basically a professional.

[Karr'roga] The Houk laugh, and pull from the package a pair of eyes. "I did not mean to actually bring his eyes!" More laughter. The Barabel gives a pleased hissing between large fangs, "You said, 'I do not want him to see me anymore.' -" A hand raised to tap a talon at the hidden cranium, "- I remember." Laughter amongst the Houk continues, before one passes over a datapad to display an exchange of credits. "Did good, you did. Yes -" Then Karr'roga is being summoned, shouted at even and the maw turns sharply towards Eriu Jynx with yellow eyes glinting in the depth of that hood - a sniff at the air displays dozens of vertical slits around the lips opening: Heat-sensing pits that cast his world in infravision. Without another word the large Barabel stands and starts over, stalking like some prehistoric predator, and staring over the woman - giving an audible rumble as crowded patrons come too close but standing so tall he can see the other reptillians. Trandoshan. When close enough, the Barabel stares at Jynx, then B'haav. Then, back to the Trandoshan - pulling down the hood to reveal that maw and cranium. A snap of teeth, as taloned hands lower at his sides and Karr'roga's tail, in his sudden growing annoyance and rising aggression gives a heavy and loud thud upon the floor. Turning then to regard the table the two sit at, "You're words are good - means we are good." Then those slitted yellow eyes turn back to the Trandoshan, "Our table."

[Eriu Jynx] B'haav is a master at work here, weaving a convincing tale enough so that he buys them time. Eriu might just ruin it as she shakes her head and stares at him but as the group looks amongst themselves in consideration she suddenly nods her head, trying to look convincing. "I am sorry B'hhhhhhaav. Truly...but I will get you a new hat." She just looks at her nails while half resting on her knee and against the back of her side of the booth. The hapan is just below average height, gorgeous and totally not a threat but little do they know. There is some muttering as they come back around to ask again they find Karr'roga there who has played rather well into the hands of Jynx's improvisation.

"Are table." She says, trying very desperately not to react to the Barabel's reveal. A tense smile forms and then slides itno something more natural. "Get lost," She upnods to them all and starts to settle back in. But...trouble. And she is Trouble Incarinate for a reason. It follows her.

The trandoshan sniffs at the Barabel and hisses at him. "Snake..." he chuckles, a dry raspy laugh as he remarks. "Choose dumb partner," he points out to Karr'roga, the troup not stepping closer but watching as the lizard man seems ready to throw some verbal jabs.

Eriu's eyes quickly dart back and forth as she motions for B'haav to get back.

[B'haav Adasta] B'haav nods, though there's nowhere for him to retreat as he's already against the wall on the inside of the booth. His hand lowers to the inside pocket of his vest, though it lingers there in a feigned casual thrum of fingertips on his chest. He's prepared to act, if acting is what this comes to. "Is he insulting one of us, Eriu Jynx? It sounds like he's insulting one of us. We're not going to have to teach him a lesson, are we?" He pats his vest over the pocket, nodding in her direction. "I really do like this suit, but I'll cut them badly if they keep speaking against the Shadowport like this." More bluff. Why not? It's going so well.

[Karr'roga] The Barabel's response to being spoken to in such a manner is to begin stepping forward towards the Trandoshan. Tail thudding, now violently, between taloned footsteps. A hand moving to grace that spear on his thigh, as the Barabel gives a sniff in the air torwards the lizard man. "Have not eaten Gecko-Face in long time." A chuff, a cacophonous hissing rising from the Barabel, "You smell good." The slits open around Karr'roga's lips, revealing the wavelengths of heat near him while those yellow eyes stare at the Trandoshan and talons touch the spear with a click.

[Eriu Jynx] A look is given to B'haav again because lets be honest had they not inspired the Barabel to step in - even if for credits - they would be vacating or leaving in body bags. Outnumbered and likekly outgunned. She stares with interest. "Yeah yeah! HOW DARE YOU speak ill of a member of the Shadowport." Apparently Karr'roga is already adopted in and under the branching reach of the so named faction of ..something. Its unclear what exactly the Shadowport is except suddenly very confrontational.

Eriu likes it. The thrandoshan?

Not so much.

There is a very obvious hiss as the Trandoshan - definitely not as tall as the croc faced Barabel stands his ground and pulls his blaster. "Ssssstep back!" It hisses the order as the rest of the goons pull guns as well. Eriu has pulled her throwing knives out, a little less obvious and looks ready to bring some pain. "Be ready to get out of her, B'haav." Save your coat now..just in case.

[B'haav Adasta] B'haav nods again, eyes locked on the Trandoshan as the guns come out. This isn't really his favorite suit - another lie - but the jacket gives him an excuse to cross behind the Barobel, breaking line of sight as he gets to the end of the booth and stands, quickly rolling out to the side and behind a booth. He reaches into that vest pocket and pulls out his vibroknife. You know the thing you don't bring to a gunfight? That's what B'haav has. And no shiny armor. But with partial cover, he's fully prepared to spill some blood today - first time for everything.

[Karr'roga] It stopped being a game the moment the Trandoshan triggered the Barabel's aggression -- for Karr'roga's body had been giving the signs early: Slapping tail, displays, the chuffing and hissing. The insult only made it more serious. Then the guns came out. Which is when the spear nearly leaps from the Barabel's thigh to come careening through the armor and body of the Trandoshan - spraying blood across the crowded group as the prodigious strength of the Barabel people comes to bear and the broadhead bursts free of the creature's back! Heaving him off the floor to wield like a bodyshield (get it?) and roaring, turning to aim that spearhead at anyone foolish enough to start firing.

[Eriu Jynx] Ssslash is about to pull the trigger when his bulbous eyes open wide and he feels the bite of that spear. As it cleaves through him the first time, the second is really just for show at this point. The Trandsohan drops down to his knees and falls over in a pool of his own thick black green blood that begins to spread across the floor. Wisely the Teek brothers are moving but unwisely the younger shoots at Karr'roga as they start to flee for the door. The bolt slams into Karr'roga as they stumble over each other, toppling to the floor in their hurry.

Eriu just stares, her mouth dropping open as she stares at the death twitches of the trandoshan. Then her head slowly turns to look at B'haav as if to say 'kriffin hell'. SHe swallows and then turns slowly to look over the back of her seat at Karr and the fleeing humanoids. "Go get em, I will double your pay." She remarks lowly, a slow smile spreading across her features.

[B'haav Adasta] B'haav, and his jacket, are thankfully blocked from that ichorous spray and flow as the Trandoshan falls to a brutally-wielded spear. He takes one glance around the corner of the booth and sees the flight of the former aggressors - one of whom is dumb enough to take a shot on his way to the door - and then climbs the back of the booth to sit back down in his seat by the wall. He calmly puts the vibroknife away and looks to Eriu Jynx. "If I could do that, I'd get paid? Not that I'm bitter, I do alright, but just asking for the sake of curiousity." He slips his jacket on as he reads the temperature of the room after a body has hit the floor.

[Karr'roga] The violence is underway, and without halt Karr'roga gives into the sensations of the kill-commands of his brain. One dies, but when that bolt slams into his armored chest the Barabel does not flinch - but the armor smolders, the rags burn, and the smell of scorched hide is thick - and the Barabel watches the fleeing Trandoshans. For a brief moment it's like he would not persue - until Eriu Jynx says those words, and the head whips around after the fleeing duo with pulled lips revealing the many teeth. He gives chase like a predator set free, stabbing after the fleeing Andaron's back - the Barabel's voice a cacophony of growls and hisses as all of his focus goes into The Kill.

[Eriu Jynx] A body that is currently bleeding out on the floor before their booth. "Is it me or is it starting to stink already?" Eriu asks her counterpart who has settled back in with the jacket. She watches him curiously for a moment but is invested in her current impromptu mercenary. "Well you see, I would, but I pay you, got you a ship and cut you in a really nice heist. The way I see it you owe me more meals like this, just company. Yan is..." she rolls her eyes a little but there is a fondness in her tone as she 'ohhhhhs' and makes a face as the spear pierces armor and back of Andaron who shrieks out and starts to spill to the floor, pinning his brother.

He can't fire presently and is shrieking in turn for his brother to get off of him. This makes them both prime for attack. "I am going to need to dredge out some credit chits for this."

[B'haav Adasta] B'haav lifts the mug to inhale deeply of the kaf as he nods. "Fair, I suppose. I'm working on paying you back for the ship, but it's a little slim picking... Nar Shaddaa is not rife with people in need of therapeutic analysis. I was just curious, there hasn't been much of a welcome packet or anything, I didn't know if martial prowess is the way to go for bonus...es... Bonii? Well, anyway, I'll stick someone for a little extra. Sobriety's making me... Edgy." He watches the same blow and the fleeing idiots falling. "I have some on me if you're short. As you've pointed out, I clearly owe you." He taps the holowear on his eye.

[Karr'roga] The Barabel leaps and comes down on the tripping brothers, twins, duo. Stabbing that spear beside the bodies and missing, before raising it again to try and ram the spear through both Teeks - and turn them into a spit. Because she did not say, 'Kill them' she said 'Get Them' - and that is entirely what Karr'roga seemgingly intends to do: To spear through one, into the other, and start dragging them back to the Shadowport table. Wordless. Just that cacophony of hisses and growls - still that wound smolders and smokes yet, the Barabel's yellow eyes are on Eriu Jynx and B'haav Adasta. Taloned hands on the spear to drag the two back.

[Eriu Jynx] Andaron dies from fatal wounds atop his brother - no news coverage will really touch that given the circumstances. Rather the cantina's music still plays but the patrons are staring presently. Staring ood and look as the dead Andoran is pinned to his brother LIndon who is very much alive - his armor just got caught by the spear tip and so he's drug along still making sounds as she pleads for his life. EJ just watches all this with fascination and perhaps a bit of a sense of fear when the barabel returns to their table. He's damned tall.

"Nope, B'hhhhaav, you were chosen for your unique skills. Keep it up and there will be more bonuses as they come. We all have to work at that," she remarks and stares at Karr'roga a moment. She manages to easily keep that smile on her face when having to stare up at him from her seat. "Well done..more than well done. You are a beast..and injured but..a handsomly paid beast. That said, I am curious as to your employment and if you were looking for some?"

[B'haav Adasta] B'haav nods. "Fair again, Eriu Jynx. Speaking of... My resume is growing, I should probably keep you and Zhu Yan updated. I would like to be as useful as possible. For example, if we're questioning the last one st- er, laying, I have certain... Skills that may be useful there." He watches the Hapan and the Barabel as she seems to open negotiations. He pulls out his datapad, beginning a ruse of feigned disinterest while he covertly watches the denizens of this haunt for signs of further trouble, outrage, or legal authority.

[Karr'roga] There is a brutish method to the way Karr'roga drags the prey back to the payer. This...this Hapan creature. Slitted pupils staring over B'haav as Eriu Jynx speaks, but those nostrils give a kind of snort - casting air at her face while glancing to the still-living Teek begging for his life. "You said to get." A growl rumbles from Karr'roga, as his spear is torn free from the cadaver and whipped around to cast blood onto the floor - then collapsed and shoved back to his thigh. A taloned foot raising to thud against the dead brother and pin the living one. "Is Gotten." A nod to the two, before looking to Eriu Jynx again and that maw shudders. The beast silent as he considers them, "This One enjoys work - your work." A gesture to the dead Trandoshan on the floor, and the other underfoot, "More like this?" The words rumble, and the heavy creature moves then to sit upon the cadaver with a thud - and all 381 pounds comes upon Landon. Also his dead brother's weight. Sat beside the table, the Barabel hisses as his eyes finally turn to inspect his boltor wound, "Is just a flesh wound." A shrug given, despite how the Barabel now reaches to pick free the bits of armor stuck in his flesh as that permanently grinning maw turns back to assess B'haav. Then Jynx again. Then B'haav. Then the Trandoshan still bleeding under the table - and the Barabel reaches down...and there's that grisly noise of tearing, to jerk free one of those bulbous eyes and lift it so they might see - before popping it into his mouth to chomp and chew.

[Eriu Jynx] The casting of blood is just fine. You can't work in the rim and not expect to see blood but the moment as he huffs out his breath over her enough to stir her auburn hair. Eriu just stares a moment and blinks as her smile fades a little and she catches a whiff of whatever he ate last. This possibly employment deal could go very wrong. Or very right. She might not have a face in the future but one can never tell with primal creatures. She clears her throat rather quickly and sits back to hold up and produce a credit chit to him first so he does not question her offer or consider her a meal.

"This is B'hhhhhhaav and I am Eriu Jynx, members of the Shadowport. We are a group of random creatures brought together for a common purpose. Credits." She says and once he sits on Lindon and begins to pick at his wound the poor man shrieks as his back is effectively snapped. He's out. Likely from pain.

"You are impressive and yes, we have more work like this. Much more work like this. As well as retrieval, spy work and more. I am certain we definitely would do well with you in the group. Tell me..." but she goes quiet, stuttering a moment as she watches the eye popped right into his mouth from a fresh kill. YEP that's what she smelled. Glad she did not actually order anything she looks pale and waves her hand in her face. "B'haav explain the Shadowport." Something is wrong. She did not extend the HA sound of his name and is instead looking a little green.

[B'haav Adasta] An eyebrow raises at her reaction, but moreso at being told to explain the Shadowport. He'd spent enough time in the cartel and saw enough while filing his reports that an uncomfortable snack wouldn't turn his stomach. "So, as she said, B'haav. B'haav Adasta. Now, Shadowport is... Well... Shadowport is the place where a bunch of borderline and borderliving individuals come together. Someone has a job, we do the job, we get paid. Someone else has an idea, that idea gets..." He watches Eriu Jynx, sort of motioning for her to jump in if he goes too far. "Workshopped, and then it's a job and we do it and get paid. Someone... No, that's dumb, I'm sure you can see the pattern. We do things and we get paid. The things we do tend to be questionable because the easy things rarely pay well enough. Short answer: Suppress morals, do things, get paid. How does that sound?" Finally he takes a breath and then takes a long drink from his kaf. "This tastes awful without whiskey." He fights the urge to spit and instead watches the newest potential recruit with those calculating grey eyes.

[Karr'roga] The eye is devoured happily, and as B'haav explains the Shadowport the Barabel is reaching down to tear pieces off of the dead Trandoshan off - and place them in his mouth: Sounds squelching as a taloned hand reaches into the spear-wound to grab at the heart, pull it free, and consume it like one might a fruit. Chomp, chomp, chomp. There's another bout of air snorted at Eriu Jynx, though Karr'roga speaks to B'haav. "What are morals?" There seems to be a lack of humor in the hissing voice, a legitimate question, though the heavily-built Saurian stares over the two with those slitted eyes. "This One will be payed, and free to kill for payment?" A click of the tongue, "Then, This One will work with you. He is called Karr'roga." Calm. Composed. Happy as a lamp chewing on dandelions.

[Eriu Jynx] Eriu manges to somehow pull herself together but B'haav definitely has the jist of it so he can take it on home. She waves him off and smiles at Karr a moment, not making a lot of eye contact for fear of seeing what he is eating. She lets out a long breath as she squirms and clears her throat again. "B'haav is right, yes. WE get paid to do jobs and you work with people that will never question your ...eating habits or want to kill. You will fit in rather well," she remarks and clears her throat again. Lots of throat clearing oign on up in here.

"Karr'roga, good to meet you. I will have to make sure you get a meeting with Yan and we will tag you in our next few projects as it were. Always easy to find us around Ord Mantell or Nar Shaddaa...Rishi is not a usual haunt.

She wets her lips and gets a beep from her datapad. "Like now..our cargo is loaded and its time sensitive so we need to head to the starport. Here." she pulls out her information and offers him the card. "You can contact me here, but in several days we will meet up on Nar Shaddaa at the Blue Light in the Corellian district. From there we will get you all set up."