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Cantina The Drunk Side - Dreshdae Cantina version 3.0

Darth Dreadwar

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Immortalis

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Welcome to The Drunk Side. Also known as the Dreshdae Cantina, this recently repaired institution has been serving the social needs of the Sith for millennia, right outside the heart of the Sith Temple on Korriban. An in-character social thread open to all Sith - come on down!

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Darth Apollyon, gregarious Hand of the Emperor, smiled as her black eyes swept the dark room. The Sith Temple's notoriously shady cantina and lounge, created by the ancient Czerka Corporation on the parched world of Korriban, had been reopened in the heart of the city of Dreshdae. Comfortable chairs and sofas were grouped around low coffee tables, on which were menus and bowls of pretzels. A group of more formal tables stood in a corner, for those wishing for a higher table or more formal dining experience.

Someone had managed to salvage the jukebox from the old cantina, and it squatted in the corner, wheezing slightly to itself. Next to it, a shiny new karaoke system sat. A large view screen in one corner allowed patrons to watch gladiatorial games in the Korriban arena, CCNN - Cloud City News Network, or receive broadcasted announcements from the Dark Council. The bar was manned by an ancient-looking droid called HK-66, who was programmed (and equipped) with every single drink in the galaxy (more or less). He also knew the identity and rank of every person who walked through his doors, and would address them accordingly, although he seemed to have a habit of calling the lower-ranking Sith "meatbags."

It was certainly a vast improvement on the Cantina's old, bleached, clinical predecessor. It was comfortable, it was plush and it was everyone’s. Within reason.

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Bar Rules:
  1. This cantina is strictly in-character. Newbies to role-play (RP) are very welcome. Have a go!
  2. Know and respect your superiors (as anywhere else in this group). Any member of the Dark Council will happily demonstrate to you how they have executed previous peons who felt the need to have delusions of grandeur.
  3. Mods and admins have ultimate say in non-player character (NPC) activity, although feel free to assume the bartender will pour you any drink.
  4. Don’t be an ass in-character and then sulk when nobody wants to interact with you.
  5. No duelling or blasters. Stand-offs and challenges are fine, but if you then accept, set up a new thread to duel in. No sword fights in my bar!
  6. Seriously though, no duelling.
  7. Feel free to ask questions and invite others to join. To do this out of character, type "OOC:" in front of your question, which stands for "Out Of Character."
  8. Please take it with grace if someone gives you some pointers on how to improve your in-character (IC) posts. This is a safe space to learn in and we are very fortunate to have some very experienced RPers in the Empire.
 

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Darth Cruor entered the cantina, which so far seemed completely empty, it was clear he had first pick of seats so laid claim to the largest armchair, a beautiful piece with rich burgundy fabric, sturdy wooden legs were engraved with the faces of various Dark Lords in the history of the Sith Order. To most it would be ridiculously massive, however the owner of this establishment must have foreseen the need of such a piece of furniture, it happened to fit one patron just fine.

The legs creaked as the massive Gen'Dai sat, but they would not fail, he could lean back comfortably.

It sat in the bar area near a wall which contained a large fireplace holding a crackling fire, a small droid stood to the side of it near neatly stacked cut lumber ready to stoke the fire. Darth Cruor embraced the heat for a few moments, then pulled a pipe out of a satchel and lit it, the sweet smoke lazily floated upward. Seemingly satisfied he motioned to the droid, HK-66, ordering and receiving a large mug of Blackroot he relaxed and took another pull from his pipe, and then waited for the establishment to fill.
 
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Catalyst

The Cunning Linguist
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Underworld Ruler
Immortalis
Lord Catalyst had been eagerly awaiting the grand opening of the cantina. It brought a smile to his face when he got the message on his communicator, and he couldn't pass up the opportunity to be one of the first to see it restored to its former glory. He strolled from his office in the temple and down the main street of Dreshdae, a spring in his step as he imagined the revelry that would be taking place in the esteemed walls of the new Drunk Side.

The doors slid smoothly out of his way as Catalyst approached. He took a deep breath, taking in the air and catching a whiff of Darth Cruor's pipe while he was at it. His mouth split in a grin as he saw the Gen'Dai resting in an armchair that seemed sized perfectly for him. It seemed as good a place as any to rest himself. He began walking slowly towards Cruor, still glancing around at the décor. The old jukebox caught his attention and he flicked a finger towards it, jostling it to life. A jaunty jizz tune started blaring from the cracking speakers, and Catalyst's step naturally fell into the rhythm of the beat. He approached Cruor's little nook and plopped himself in a similarly comfortable armchair. "Hail, old friend," the Dark Lord extended his cordial greeting with a genuine smile. "I assume this seat isn't taken?" A nod towards HK-66 brought the serving unit to him, and within seconds a goblet of Arkanian sweet milk had made its way into his hand. He relaxed, enveloped into the plush cushions of his seat and sipped generously, savoring the strong drink.
 
Lucina wanders in, delighted by some of the scents coming from the cantina. A grand opening was likely the perfect place to mingle with the who's who of the Empire and the common folk just looking for a drink. Her flowing sleeves and skirt billowed behind her with every step. She looks around, but doesn't see any familiar faces. The white-furred Shistavanen lets out a sigh and pulls up a seat at the bar. She spots Lord Catalyst, and turns her icy blue eyes away. He had an air about him of great importance. Far more than a lowly acolyte such as herself. She couldn't say just how important this man was from the look of him. She taps her claw-tipped index finger on the surface of the bar.

"Excuse me. Barkeep?"
 

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As usual Dark Lord Catalyst was dressed to impress and seemingly in a festive mood, the ancient Sith nodded silently replying to the Dark Lord's greeting and watched as he settled in to a chair nearby. The Gen'Dai lifted his mug of Blackroot toward Catalyst then took a large gulp of the green liquid.

Satisfying.

Darth Cruor looked to Darth Catalyst once more and then began to fade away leaving his chair unoccupied, a ghost? Stranger things have been seen, surely.

Across the establishment Aleister had been looking around, checking the place out, and he found that he liked it. It was then that he noticed a woman enter and approach the bar, she looked back to Lord Catalyst a moment before turning her attention back to the bar.

"Excuse me. Barkeep?" She called. Aleister looked for a bartender but saw only droids, he wasn't a fan of droids, he prefered sentient and living servers, droids were terrible at small talk. A quick hop and Aleister was on top of the bar sliding across it to the other side, "What can I get you, ma'am?" He inquired with a smile.


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"Anything to recommend after a long shuttle ride?" Lucina asked. She let out a sigh and looked the barkeep dead in the eye. "I'm kind of... new to the Empire, actually. And I'm... kind of looking for work before I start my training".
 

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Aleister considered a few different beverages for the woman. Outer Rim Rumdrop? A Zoochberry juice with whisky? The apprentice snapped his fingers as a smile came to his face, "I got it." Turning around put his hands on his hips, his eyes scanned the bottles until he found what he was looking for.

A bottle containing yellow nectar from the t'iil plant, the plant no longer grows on its native planet but fortunately breeders had spread the plant around the galaxy which has saved it from extinction. He grabbed another bottle, this one larger and containing a clear rum, and brought it to the bar. He poured two shots of the rum in a shaker then topped it off with the nectar, closed it and shook it to blend, once done he placed the shaker aside and grabbed two glasses both containing a few cubes of ice.

Pouring the drink into the glasses he passed one to the woman, "A L'lahsh, from Alderaan." He wasn't sure if she knew her galactic history, but said nothing more about the planet. He grabbed his own glass lifted it to take a drink, "Mmm, that's good." Placing the glass down he looked back to her. "I'm also new here, not sure where to get some credits." He shrugged then offered, "Your first drink is on me." He would pay for it.
 
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Lucina sniffs at the glass before taking a sip herself. Rum was normally overpowering, but the nectar helped it go down easier. She paused to look back at the barkeep. "Wait. Alderaan? Wasn't it destroyed?" Lucina proceeded to down the rest of it before setting the glass down on the bar. "So, how'd you find yourself on Korriban? Or... are you a local?" Small talk came naturally to Lucina. Ever the social type back on her homeworld. Before... she shook her head. No time to think about that. New region, new world, new start.
 

corinthia

Administrator
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Immortalis
IC: Lady Hesper

Hesper was not one to frequent the Empire's common areas such as its bars and cantinas; she kept mostly to herself, keeping her head low over her work. But she was feeling rather joyous following the completion of a particularly large milestone in a project, and it called for celebration.

She entered the cantina with grace, black raiment drawn closely about her small frame, her golden hair streaming behind her. A brief flicker of disappointment crossed her face as she saw the cantina was mostly empty save for a white-haired young man, and a white-furred Shistavanen, both of whom she had yet to meet. No matter, then, she thought as she sidled up to the bar, putting herself to the Shistavanen. After all, three's a crowd.

"Hello," she said plainly as she gave a rare smile. "What are your names?"
 

corinthia

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Staff member
Administrator
Immortalis
IC: Lady Hesper

"Ah," Lady Hesper said, returning Lucina's nod. "I forget some may not know me, given how recluse I can be. I am High Priestess Hesper, Dark Lady and Tribune of the Dark Council. I am also called the Butcher of Coruscant." She extended a pale hand for the Shistavanen to shake.
 
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Lucina smiles, shaking the offered hand. "Barely in the Empire a week, and I come face to face with one so esteemed as yourself? It is an honor, truly". Lucina releases the Tribune's hand and gestures to the saber hilt on her belt. The body wrapped in red leather, big spike on the pommel, and three smaller spikes around the emitter. "I came to study the ways of the Sith. Would you care to tell how you earned the title 'Butcher of Coruscant'?"
 
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Aleister began to mix another shaker full of L'lahsh, this time filling a new glass for the Dark Lady before refreshing Lucina's drink and his own, sliding the new glass so it sat before Lady Hesper he gave her his name. "Aleister Zyn, apprentice of Lord Kain." He said, grabbing his glass he took another drink and then took a wet cloth and began to wipe down the bar as he listened to them talk.

Though new to the Empire he was well read and Lady Hesper was not new to the council, and being Tribune has a way of elevating one's profile dramatically. Butcher of Coruscant, the apprentice was even aware of how she earned the title, but to hear a first hand telling? Today was shaping up to be a good one.
 
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Undying Master Xiannarr

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IC: Undying Master Xiannarr

Xiannarr entered the cantina with a sigh. It had been a rather long and hard few weeks and he knew a cold drink would soothe his spirits at least a little. However, he would have a duty upon entry before he could relax.
”Hail; Lord Catalyst, Lady Hepser and Darth Cruor” Xiannarr spoke softly kneeling before such revered members of the Empire.
Rising he turned to the barkeep with a smile
“A simple Corellian ale if you please”
 

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B3rzerker

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The acolyte enters, casting a slow, analytical look around. He could sense the power radiating from several of the patrons, Dark Lords and Ladies alike. "Hail, Councilors!" His voice rang from beneath his hood, and he gave a respectful bow to each. His gaze shifted to the bar, then, where he saw two younger individuals, one male acting as what he could only expect, a barkeeper, and one female, whose power he could only just barely sense, an Acolyte, perhaps, much as he was.

He strode forward, a quiet air of humility, yet assurance, and sat at a lone corner in the bar, eyes facing the door, shadows cast by dim lanterns obscuring his hooded features. Sensing little danger to himself, he sighed, stripped away his cloak, and leaned back, taking in the roar and crackle of the fire dancing in the hearth, the clank of tankards being set upon tables, and the whispers of conversing patrons.

Catching the attention of a droid, in a soft, silky voice, he gave his inquiry: "What drinks are available, more specifically, hailing from Dromund Kaas?"
 
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Aleister found working behind the bar to be relaxing and enjoyable, as such he continued as others began to order drinks. After filling a cold mug of ale for Master Xiannarr, then turned to wave off the droid that was approaching to answer the newcomers inquiry. "A drink from Dromund Kaas?" The young apprentice looked back at the bar for a few moments contemplating the request, "Oh yes," He said as he walked to the far end of the bar and grabbed a bottle filled with a golden brown brandy, "Kaasi Brandy." .

He poured the brandy into shaker then added a few splashes of bitters before finally squeezing in the juice of half an orange, after blending it vigorously he poured the contents into a chilled cocktail glass. "A brandy cocktail made with the best brady to be made on Dromund Kaas," Aleister pushed the glass toward the newcomer. "enjoy."
 
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B3rzerker

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Taking the Brandy, the Acolyte nods and smiles. “Thank you!” Raising the glass to his lips, the liquid passing along his tongue, he closes his eyes, allowing the drink to flow smoothly along every inch of his tongue, senses drinking in the rich flavor.

Raising his glass, he gave a toast: “Hail, Empire!” His senses continued to pick out the faint bustle of activity, despite the drink now racing through his system. “Such a rich, vibrant flavor! Delicious!” His mind flashed back to his home, bringing unbidden memories of his family, of his first kill, and with it, pain, sorrow, and anger. Wrenching himself free, he shook his head, clearing his thoughts.
 
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DarthNoxia

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A hooded figure entered the cantina, the toes of her dark boots dusted with the red sands of Korriban. She looked around briefly, blinking to adjust to the change in light as the door shut behind her. She walked to the far end of the bar. There she moved the back of her long cloak aside and took a seat on one of the stools.

She swiveled it slightly forward and drummed her gloved fingers on the sleek bar top before pulling a few credits from a pocket in her cloak. She set them down on the bar. After a moment of perusing the bottles on the shelves, she spoke. “Fire whiskey. Double,” she said in a mezzo voice, keeping her eyes down on the credits and sliding them forward.
 

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Catalyst

The Cunning Linguist
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As the apparition faded like the smoke that had just emerged from the pipe moments before, Lord Catalyst could only blink and shrug. He continued sipping his drink as more and more denizens of the Empire made their way in. With every hail that came his way, he nodded and raised his goblet in recognition, noting which in the lower ranks would be spared his wrath at a later date. He noticed Lady Hesper stroll in wearing a slightly disappointed look and begin chatting with those that had gathered around the bar. A brief chuckle bubbled from his chest. Clearly she had expected something else when she walked in. Her eyes had scanned the cantina as she entered, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was expecting more. It appeared as if her gaze had glossed him over completely. He looked down briefly at his arms. Yep, still visible. His Cheshire grin widened. Perhaps he had to make himself known a little more vocally instead, seeing as little attention was coming to his little lounge area.

"Hail, Lady Hesper," he called from the corner, raising his goblet in a toast. "The Butcher of Coruscant returns to show her craft to some poor, unsuspecting acolyte!" His eyes scanned the bar, searching for another victim to call out, when he noticed the dark cloaked individual seated away from the rest. "And Hail Lady Noxia!" he directed his attention towards her, "The newest recluse of the Dark Council!" He snickered, wondering how many pliable minds would follow his example, or would simply ignore the shadow in the corner. Another gulp of his drink and a groan announced his departure from his seat. He walked over to the bar and pulled up a stool next to Noxia. "Why so lonesome, my Lady? You could at least stand to do so in a more comfortable chair than this stool."
 
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Darth Traya

Lady of the Sith, the Saarai-Kaar, the Dark Sun
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A mottled and striped green patterned gizka hops into the cantina, sniffs the tangy air, thick with drink and hint of spice and wags his broad reptilian tail. He notes quite a few Sith have gathered here, but cannot feel if any of them might be friendly to gizka. He opts instead to dart under the tables and hope for scraps from those kind enough to share or foolish enough to slop their food and drink onto the floor.

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