Cantina The Drunk Side - Dreshdae Cantina version 3.0

[Undying Master Xiannarr]

IC: Undying Master Xiannarr
Still awaiting his Corellian ale, Xiannarr couldn't help but spot the tiny Gizka Shipsbane dart into the cantina. Reaching into the swirling pool of dark side energy Xiannarr would reach out and grip the Gizka with the barest of force, pulling the tiny creature into his lap comforting and feeding him scraps of ship parts from his pocket

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[DarthNoxia]

Noxia’s leather-clad fingers drummed once more upon the bar and the togruta smirked from under her hood. “Hail and greetings, Lord Catalyst,” she said, turning her stool slightly to look at the Dark Lord. “Hail Lady Hesper.” She said, looking behind her to acknowledge the Tribune. “Greetings, Darth Cruor.” She turned her attention back to Lord Catalyst. “I am use to exploring new places and situations with a note of anonymity to get my bearings. However, since the loth-cat is out of the bag, so to speak...” The Dark Lady lifted her hood over her montrals and let it fall behind her. “How do you fare, Lord Catalyst?”

A serving droid rolled over and delivered a small glass of amber liquid. Noxia wrapped her fingers around it and brought it to her lips. The whiskey warmed her throat as she sipped it. Noxia twisted the stool to face the room, looking out over the patrons and eyed the lavish chairs. She was used to the feel of booths and bar stools and had yet to to introduce herself to the comforts of being a Dark Lady of the Sith.

 

[Catalyst]

Catalyst turned his stool in time with Noxia's and savored another sip of the creamy mead in his goblet. "I am well, thank you," he replied. "Best get used to the attention; the Dark Council enjoys a fairly high level of fanfare." Catalyst shot a grin her way. "I'd hate for you to go unrecognized, even if it is early in your tenure. That's how the lower ranks get lax. Forgetting to show the proper respect to their superiors, why I've seen peons sentenced to death for less." He let out a sigh and leaned his back against the bar counter. "I must admit, though, we may want a more relaxed atmosphere in here. This is a place for people to let loose and get to know each other after all."

A wave of his hand brought a bottle gently from the bar, floating into his grasp. He refilled his goblet and placed the bottle back behind him. "I believe we should do just that," Catalyst waxed. "I feel like I have barely gotten to know you, even with all your work before joining the Council. Would you be so kind as to indulge my curiosity?"

 

[B3rzerker]

Continuing to survey the room, the Acolyte's eyes fell upon a small group of powerful Dark Lords and Ladies near the bar. He raised his drink in salute, and in a firm, humble voice: "Hail, my Lord and Ladies!" Their names were unfortunately unknown to him, though that was due more to him being a new face, as opposed to general laziness. He supposed he would know them soon enough, and he was determined to not forget them again.

He determined his ignorance needed to be amended, so he slowly rose, putting forth an air of curiosity, as well as humility, and approached the group. Dropping to a knee, he asked: "Forgive my ignorance and intrusion, my Lord and Ladies, but your names elude me. May I ask them, with all respect?" Still kneeling, he awaited their answers.

 

[Lucina The Cold]

Lucina rises from her seat and heads over to the cute little gizka. She presents a few salty bar snacks as an offering to the little creature. It reminded her of the little Gizka she had as a pup back home. "It's okay," she says, trying not to look as threatening as her kind often does. "I'm not going to hurt you. Are you lost?"

 

[Darth Traya]

IC: Shipsbane

The gizka graciously accepts the gift of ship wires and parts from the first man, a Sith Master his teachings from his mistress told him. And second Sith approaches him, offering another snack which he licks tentatively and pushed it away with a single foot, as it wasn’t the diet of ship wires he so craved. His understanding of basic is limited, his mistrsss was able to speak to him in the chirps, growls and coos of his language but he did recognize this new Sith wondered if he was lost. To this he shook his nubbed head in refuseal; as he was merely waiting for his mistress to arrive.

 

[...]

Aleister seemed satisfied that the gentleman enjoyed his Kaasi Brandy Cocktail, but he didn't have time to stand idle and converse as a newcomer arrived and called for a Fire Whisky. Filling a glass half way with ice he poured the Fire Whiskey until the glass was three-quarter full, adding a twist of his own he topped off the glass with a bit of apple cider then stirred gently, to finish he garnished the drink with an apple slice and a cherry. "I'd be honored if you tried this Lady Noxia."

It wasn't exactly what the lady had ordered, but he enjoyed a bit of creative freedom and hoped that she enjoys the drink, besides that he knew he was a more capable bartender than the droids here.

The Dark Lord, Darth Catalyst, had approached the woman while he mixed her drink, Aleister noticed that his Arkanian Sweet Milk was near empty so he filled another mug and placed it on the bar near Darth Noxia's credits. "No charge for council members m'lady, your beverage is on the house." Smiling pleasantly at the two.

As he was pouring a Corellian Ale for Master Xiannarr he noticed that in his lap sat a gizka.

Others may usher the "pest" out, but Aleister had been around enough to know that this one was different than other gizka, besides that he rather liked almost all animals. No, he would treat this one as a guest. Rushing over to the cooking station the young apprentice put together a bowl for the small reptile. Grabbing the ale and bowl he took both to Xiannarr's table, "You don't need to wait for scraps here." He said softly before running off to tend the bar again.

 

[Lucina The Cold]

IC: Shipsbane

The gizka graciously accepts the gift of ship wires and parts from the first man, a Sith Master his teachings from his mistress told him. And second Sith approaches him, offering another snack which he licks tentatively and pushed it away with a single foot, as it wasn’t the diet of ship wires he so craved. His understanding of basic is limited, his mistrsss was able to speak to him in the chirps, growls and coos of his language but he did recognize this new Sith wondered if he was lost. To this he shook his nubbed head in refuseal; as he was merely waiting for his mistress to arrive.

"Oh. I guess you've got a bit more of a discerning palette. So you're waiting for someone? I am too. I just don't know who yet. I'm Lucina. Do you have a name?"

 

[Undying Master Xiannarr]

"Oh. I guess you've got a bit more of a discerning palette. So you're waiting for someone? I am too. I just don't know who yet. I'm Lucina. Do you have a name?"

Master Xiannar would float the cost of his drink and as well as a 50 credit tip to the bartender as thanks for the drink and the meal he was preparing for the Gizka.
Turning his attention to the newcomer who had taken an interest in the small pet he would answer he questions on the little ones behalf.

”This is Shipsbane, personal Gizka of Dark Lady Of the Sith Illium, Dark Council member and an old friend. Who may I ask are you waiting for child ?”
Pausing to sip deeply from his ale while he awaits an answer

 

[DarthNoxia]

Noxia looked down at the glass in her hand, swirling it’s contents and listening to Lord Catalyst. She had only interacted with Lord Catalyst in a formal capacity, as an apprentice and a knight, but even then it was easy to see that he was quite the charismatic individual. Maybe it was the care-free attitude he put forth or his love of word play, often ensnaring unsuspecting lessers with a humorous quip.

Noxia felt herself somewhat the opposite. A part of her envied the line that Lord Catalyst walked between wit and decorum. Those she had seen make the same attempt as Acolytes and Apprentices, and even some Knights, had failed miserably and only appeared as fools in her eyes. The Dark Lady took another sip of her whiskey. “I am sure I’ll come into the fanfare soon. As for who I am, my story, there isn’t much to tell,” She said. “I’m just a poor girl from a poor planet hoping to make a name for myself in the Sith Empire.” She shrugged and let out a bit of a laugh. It was a pathetic answer, but it was the truth. “I have put in a lot of hard work and will continue to do so.” She fully realized that she sounded like a stick in the mud compared to Lord Catalyst.

Noxia eyed the Acolyte as he approached and tilted her head slightly at his question. It was bold of him to approach a couple of Dark Lords unknowing of who they were. Noxia ignored his question for a moment. “And...who might you be?” She asked, looking down at him.

 

[B3rzerker]

Pausing and meditating upon the question presented to him, the young Acolyte kept his head low, before answering: "I am but a face among many. An Acolyte who knows his place, and yet, who wishes to know his masters better. The question I posed was perhaps unnecessary, however, I felt it needed to be asked, to address my ignorance, being one who has only recently been accepted into this mighty and grand Empire! My name is Acolyte Berzerker, Sith Warrior, House Vahl. I wish to hail thee both by name..." Feeling the question had been answered with formal, appropriate authority, he waited for his Lady and Lord's judgment...

 

[Catalyst]

Lady Noxia's humble response was met with an approving nod from Lord Catalyst. He respected her work ethic and dedication to her responsibilities, and her rather demure beginnings did little to hamper his opinion of her. "Don't work too hard," he advised with a smirk. "After all, what's the fun in being part of the highest echelons of power if one is stuck behind a desk all day?" He took notice of the approaching acolyte, entertaining his inquiry with silence while Noxia pressed for insight into his identity. After hearing a moderately-satisfactory answer, Catalyst brought his hand to his beard, stroking it while deciding exactly how to respond. "Acolyte Berzerker," Catalyst mused. "Yes, I believe I have seen you interacting with the others in House Vahl's common areas. I am surprised that the names and faces of those on your Dark Council have not been memorized yet. You speak to Lady Noxia and Lord Catalyst." The Dark Lord leaned forward and his voice lowered to a menacing sneer. "And you would do well to learn the rest before you approach them. Some are less forgiving than others." He leaned back in his seat and sipped his mead slowly.

 

[B3rzerker]

Still kneeling, he nodded. "I shall make certain I do not repeat my mistakes, my Lord Catalyst. I have a great deal to learn, and now, I shall leave you and Lady Noxia to your drinks and conversation." Rising, the Acolyte bows, and then returns to his corner, his questions answered. He takes slow, calculating sips of his drink, mulling over the warning his Lord gave. "I shall make it my priority to learn my Councilors' names, so that I may not end up punished." His eyes ablaze with purpose, he falls into a deep, trance-like meditation.

 

[Lucina The Cold]

Master Xiannar would float the cost of his drink and as well as a 50 credit tip to the bartender as thanks for the drink and the meal he was preparing for the Gizka.
Turning his attention to the newcomer who had taken an interest in the small pet he would answer he questions on the little ones behalf.

”This is Shipsbane, personal Gizka of Dark Lady Of the Sith Illium, Dark Council member and an old friend. Who may I ask are you waiting for child ?”
Pausing to sip deeply from his ale while he awaits an answer

"I came to the empire to study the ways of the sith. I have yet to find a master. I'm Lucina. From Uvena Prime".

 

[Undying Master Xiannarr]

“Welcome Lucinda, take my advice if you will. Keep your head down, study hard and work hard and a master will take you in no time”

 

[Admiral Volshe]

The Empress entered through the side doors, steps gliding across the floor until she reached her table. A chaise of supple black leatheris, a couch of the same, a silver table with silver platters and glow-lights scattered across it. A single guard pursued her, stepping to the side as she reclined, crimson gown pooling about her.

"Good evening, Cantina," she said, a wave of her hand to acknowledge them.

 

[DarthNoxia]

The Empress entered through the side doors, steps gliding across the floor until she reached her table. A chaise of supple black leatheris, a couch of the same, a silver table with silver platters and glow-lights scattered across it. A single guard pursued her, stepping to the side as she reclined, crimson gown pooling about her.

"Good evening, Cantina," she said, a wave of her hand to acknowledge them.

The togruta silently watched the Acolyte, as he moved away from her and Lord Catalyst. She sipped her fire whiskey and, as her eyes drifted up from her glass, they shifted immediately to the door as it opened. The Eternal Empress of the Sith made her way through the cantina, the deep red of her dress contrasting with the shadows and soaking up the fire light.

“Hail, our Divine and Malevolent Empress,” Lady Noxia said, rising from her stool to bow before her majesty.

Her pupils scanned the seats of the cantina to ensure the rest of the patrons showed their Empress the proper respect.

 

[Undying Master Xiannarr]

The Empress entered through the side doors, steps gliding across the floor until she reached her table. A chaise of supple black leatheris, a couch of the same, a silver table with silver platters and glow-lights scattered across it. A single guard pursued her, stepping to the side as she reclined, crimson gown pooling about her.

"Good evening, Cantina," she said, a wave of her hand to acknowledge them.

Jumping swiftly to his feet Master Xiannarr bowed deeply
“Hail Devine Empress”
He hoped with out hope the other patrons were as quick to rise, he did not want to see the Empresses wrath this evening

 

[B3rzerker]

Hearing the Bar come to life, and the great doors open, the Acolyte looked toward them, to find Her Majesty herself gliding through them. He slid from his seat, to his knees, head bowed before her, and in a loud, proud voice: “Hail, Empress!” Still kneeling, he waited for her to motion for him to rise...

 

[Catalyst]

A chuckle exited Catalyst's lips as the acolyte walked away to contemplate his newfound learnings. He wasn't a vindictive Dark Lord, but sometimes it was fun to play the part just to scare the lower ranks a little bit. As a side door opened, Catalyst instantly recognized the presence of the Empress gracing them. He set his drink on the bar and slid from his seat, taking a knee on the floor. "Hail our divine Empress, in all her glory!" he called out as she entered. He watched her take her seat at a table nearby with her attaché. As she acknowledged their greetings, Catalyst responded in turn by lifting himself from the floor and back to his seat, his hand searching for his waiting drink. "The Cantina just got a magnitude more elegant, now that we are graced with one so magnificent to class up the place," he noted to no one in particular, before sipping his drink once again.