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A Mysterious Meeting (Evening, Blue Moon Tavern 22/1 2018)

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This event is taking place during: A Mysterious Transmission

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Supergirl arrived just outside of the Blue Moon Tavern, so as to not draw too much attention. Said the one in the costume. Either way! It had been a while since she last went here. The first time was with Jimmy – People in Blue in a Place of Blue. Good stuffs. Made her wonder if they still served those blue drinks? Anyway, she stepped through the door and casually looked around. If they knew her name, they would know what she looks like. And who she is. would they show up? Or would they be late. Red boots against the floor as she stepped further inside.

Helveraccoon
Outside the tavern, a shuttle-like ship touched down with a roar, sending strong winds ripping across the grass. Within, an armored figure, his eight feet of height added to by the huge, undulating horns extending from his helmet’s mask, moved for the shuttle door. “Alone… I see.” Glancing over at two others, nearly as tall as him, he held out his hand. “I’m going to meet Kara Zor-El alone, brothers. Do not fear – unless the tavern goes up in smoke, assume that all is well.” With that, the armoured man swept out of the ship, walked across the grass and found himself faced with a dilemma: his horns were too high to pass through the tavern door. With a sigh of annoyance, he bent down and entered the tavern, his helmet’s red eyes immediately falling on Kara.

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Kara Zor-El (DM)
The approaching ship was heard, the roar being much louder for her sensitive ears. They never said if it should be inside or outside. She had assumed within the tavern, hence her choice. She had indeed gone alone. Was it a bad move? Perhaps so. But sometimes it was better as well. Maybe. Jimmy had done this a few times. Now it was her turn. The worry they all felt when he went alone. Now he could use that against her, if he so wished. Perhaps she would even be scolded? Told off? He had every right to. Kara’s eyes went to the one walking through the door, noticing the red eyes. ”You’re the one that wanted to meet?” May as well ask, right?

Galinndan Goltorath
*following behind, unknown to even the worshiper of chaos came an elf, in light blue robes over exceptional clothing carrying a staff of obsidian with archaic runes of magic etched all over* Hmm, a worshiper of chaos, rare sight to see one not accompanied by more, less civilized, companions. *He smirks looking at the sorcerer walking through the door, moving to face him* tell me, what is your name.

Helveraccoon
“I am.” His horned helm dipped at Kara in acknowledgement. “I am pleased to meet you at last, Kara Zor-El. I’ve heard much about you, but my interest was only peaked recently.” He looked sideways down at the elf, and, in a voice tinged with amusement, said: “And one knowledgeable to recognize a Chaos sorcerer, and speak to him with such cheek. Watch out.” A threat, but delivered in a less than heavy tone. Moving over to Kara, he extended a massive, gauntleted hand.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara watched and listened for now. He was an unknown, despite appearing… well, friendly. For lack of a better word. Would it remain so? Only time would tell. ”Thank you.” A faint, yet polite smile was upon her lips then. Pleased to meet her. Some were, others weren’t. Rumor and word seemed to spread fast about her. Good or bad words, though? Chaos sorcerer? Oh dear. That alone set off some bells. Her eyes went to the elf as well, giving him a nod in greeting. Once the gaunteled hand was offered, she offered hers as well. Keeping it all cool like. Firm and strong handshake.

Helveraccoon
The towering sorcerer’s handshake mirrored Kara’s. It was cold to the touch, due to the armor, but firm and seemingly well-meaning. “Strong grip you’ve got. As in, I can feel pressure on my gauntlet. They didn’t exaggerate, did they?” Oddly enough, intrigue seemed to spark in the helmet’s crimson gaze. “Anyway, shall we talk of business? We didn’t meet here just to make small talk, now, did we?”

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Magnus Burnsides
The Tavern’s door opens, unbeknownst of the rather strange being inside, the broad shouldered Magnus makes his way inside. He’s dressed in his usual armor; light chainmail shirt under a tunic, battleaxe strapped to his back under his bag, his goldfish Steven attached to his belt. The Fighter stands in the doorway, blinking a little in confusion to the person in heavy armor shaking hands with the young woman, but he soon scoots to one side to further watch.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara smiled for a moment. ”I think they might have been accurate.” She wouldn’t brag, though. Not her style. If she she did it was mostly in the form of teasing. He did seem intrigued. Was that bad or good? She wouldn’t know. ”Yeah. It was business.” Indeed. ”About… tincans?” Droids. She means droids. 

Galinndan Goltorath
“Ahh, apologies”*his tone is one not one of fear but more he just realized where he went wrong in his greeting. the elf lowers his head in humbleness apologizing to the sorcerer.* “I should have known that you were here for business,”*He raises his head again*” if you would not mind, once you are done may I ask you a few questions about your practice of the mystical arts?”

Helveraccoon
A quizzical look at Kara. “Tincans… I suppose you mean the droids we assisted in manufacturing. If so, then yes. I’ve come to discuss the possibility of selling those droids to us, in addition to meeting you. You’ve caused quite the stir among us.” A subtle nod was given to the elf. “You need not apologize – be at ease, eldar. If you wish, I might entertain your questions.”

Magnus Burnsides
“So, uh… what’s the deal here?” Magnus asks, hoping to break the silence. He still bears a wide grin in greeting. “I haven’t seen any of you before.”

Galinndan Goltorath
*the elf smiles with gratitude at the sorcerer’s response* “Thank you sir, however the questions can wait until your business maters are attended to. So once you are done I will speak with you then if that would be okay” *he straitens his back standing at his full height, taller than the average human, but still practically dwarfed by the sorcerer*”Though if you would not mind, could I ask you your name?”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara was taking in what was being exchanged between the elf and the one she was speaking to. Magic. Not her forte. But she could learn. Study. Due to reasons. ”I mean the tincans, yeah.” But he spilled the beans just then. So he wished to buy them. Just so that they could end up in the wrong hands again. Not. Good. To Magnus. ”Just discussing some things.” How vague. So she had caused quite the stir. What else was new? ”The droids aren’t actually for sale.”

Magnus Burnsides
“With a big dude covered in big armor?” Magnus laughs back to Kara, clearly he’s got no idea if this particular conversation is dangerous to be leaning into or not. “Must be some important things!”

Helveraccoon
“I was wondering if anyone would ask. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt; my dealings and operations are not well-known in this part of the galaxy.” Drawing himself up to his full eight feet – ten, counting his horns – he spoke to both Kara and the elf: “My name is Damantin, Relic-Master of SpArk.” His gaze focused on Kara on his next words. “Which happens to be the company that built all the weaponry on those droids you now ‘own’. Normally, we would have simply sent our tech-priests to retrieve what could be retrieved, but you snapped them up before we could. Not to mention, you killed March-Master Jophius. Of course, we expected the extremists to fail, but we didn’t think Jophius would fall with them.” His red-eyed glare seemed to intensify.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
To reveal such information so openly was not good. Kara wouldn’t mention droids directly. Due to reasons. Damantin was the one she was currently speaking to. One that led the company that built the droids in the first place. Which technically made them theirs. Welcome to the Rebellion. a slight nod in acknowledgement was given to Damantin as he revealed his name. March-Master Jophius – that was the big dude she fought. A fight that sort of turned into a duel of sorts. Trial by Combat, in a sense. ”He fought well and bravely.” Perhaps a hint of respect. She felt no shame, for she did not kill him. ”His death was unfortunate.” Yet she hadn’t been able to prevent it.

Galinndan Goltorath
*Looking a little worried, getting the feeling that something bad was going to happen, the elf slowly backs to the other side of the room. clenching his obsidian staff. He was worried that what was going to happen next, was going to result in at least one person getting seriously injured.*

Professor Chronotis
Stepping inside the Blue Moon was Chronotis, the Professor of little to no renown. How long had she been wandering with nearly aimless purpose on this world? It had to have been… a total of a few months, at most. Most of the time, even after her far-too-long, but brief time spent marooned on the planet with a useless ship, she spent her time in said ship, which was no longer so useless. All the comforts and familiarity of home lay inside there, and she spent so much more time there busying herself with reorganizing, deorganizing, and then reorganizing her many… things. Which included new and old clothes, various items she’d taken ownership of, and the wealth of books and other forms of information storage she had in her possession. But every now and then… one had to get out. And so for the past few days, she moved around, from city to city, trying to take in the sights, the sounds, the smells, sometimes the socialization when the opportunity struck. Which is why she entered the Blue Moon, a nice enough place to sit down, shrug off her coat, and just relax for the time being, which is what she did. With her legs crossed, Chronotis toyed with her hair, which she noticed was getting longer. She’d never had so much hair before, and she was wondering what to do with it, even as she had her eyes trained on a book about one of her old friends – Chinggis Khaan, or as he was known to most, Genghis Khan.

Helveraccoon
“He was overzealous,” Damantin said, a hint of vitriol seeping into his otherwise businesslike tone. “He was only supposed to supply the extremists with weapons; instead he became swept up their silly little crusade. And he died a crusader, fighting honourably.” The venom in his voice faded, and the sorcerer issued a silent prayer with a quick hand motion. “Such is the fate of us Space Marines. I suppose it is well that he died doing what he loved best.” His gaze snapped back to the Kryptonian before him. “Now… perhaps we can reach a compromise. In truth, we couldn’t care less about the droids – it’s the weapons they’ve been equipped with that we want. I have a proposal, if you’re willing to hear it.” His staff, even longer than he was tall, was rested on the bar beside him. Harry eyed it warily – touching that weapon would /not/ be a good idea for anyone besides Damantin.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
The woman that enterened (Professor Chronotis) was noted. She had never seen her before. For a moment, her eyes were on her. Not staring or anything. Just watching. Befoe she looked back to Damantin. She didn’t know Jophius. Just that he fought well. Put up a good fight. Her eyes went to the staff. Overcompensating much? She didn’t say that out loud, thankfully! ”I’ll listen. But that doesn’t mean I agree to anything.”.

Galinndan Goltorath
*the elf, let out a sign of relief and lessened his grip on his staff. And took a seat at a table across the room, placing the staff next to him leaning on the table.* “Thought something bad was going to happen there” *he spoke under hushed breath. He relaxed in his chair and looked at the sorcerer’s staff from across the room before taking out a book and pen and starting to record the design of the staff.*

Dallani
A white wolf walked in and looked around she gave a small sniff of the air her ears here erect and she looked and listened to what was happening, she walked further in before finding a place and sitting down being able to watch the place better

Helveraccoon
“That’s why it’s a proposal, and not a decree.” Damantin seemed amused. Moving closer to Kara – close enough that the height difference became quite noticeable, but not so close as to infringe on her personal space – he began. “Over the next week, allow our tech-priests to work on your droids. We’ll replace the advanced weaponry we equipped the droids with with standard fare – top-quality, I assure you, but simply closer to conventional armaments for such droids. We’ll even do it free of charge. The important thing is that the weapons are retrieved. You can keep the droids; in fact, we’ll fix them up for you, without touching their programming. I understand many of them were left in poor shape from the battle on Naboo. So, to recapitulate: Some of our tech-priests fix up your droids and replace their weapons, and your pockets no lighter for it.” He tilted his head, which, given the horns, looked rather dramatic. “Would that be acceptable to you, Kara Zor-El?”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara did as she had said and listened. Nothing binding her to this. He was after the weapons, rather than the droids themselves. Ones that were in their possession right now. Good thing he didn’t invade her personal space. Her eyes watched him for a moment as he spoke. To her it already sounded like a bad deal. why change good weaponry for less so? For a moment it almost looked as if she was considering it. Was she? Not really, no. ”I think we’re good as it is.” She stated calmly. ”No deal.” How would he react to a no?

Helveraccoon
“The distribution of this weaponry is somewhat central to our company’s operations. Your possession of it is… troubling, to put it mildly. I’ll be blunt – we need those droids’ weapons, and if we can’t take them peacefully, we might have to resort to violence. Which I would truly rather avoid. Another proposal, then: pay us half the amount the extremists paid us for the weapons, and we’ll let you keep the droids as-is. A simple monetary transaction, and there will be no bad blood between our respective groups.” Fearsome and warlike as he appeared, Damantin really did seem to not want to fight.

Professor Chronotis
It was amusing to the Professor, even now, that even with such a great change in herself, that she still looked so fondly on a man that had such a poor reputation in history. “How hypocritical can humans be…” She turned a page in her book, shaking her head. “Thinking highly of one conqueror, and then admonishing another. Of course, it is just an ethnicity thing, but still…” Tribalism. The bane of humanity’s trouble existence. Of course, they were yet very young when they wrote the text she was reading from, and she knew it would be many more millions of years before they progressed far enough to be comparable to herself… But still, one didn’t come from a people billions of years old and not hold on to a kind of bullheaded sense of superiority and tribalist thoughts as well, though Chronotis tried not to think highly of her people and instead only limited as much of those thoughts to herself as possible. “I wonder if I should visit Chinggis… Or would he not understand. Hmm.” She rubbed her chin for a moment, looking up from her book to only stare forward, not looking at anything in particular as she thought about the complications that might arise if she tried to explain herself.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Neither did Kara. She may not look fearsome or warlike but she sure knows how to fight. Kryptonian style. He wasn’t budging – even offering something else. Unless they agreed, there would be violence. What else is new? This was how it usually went. But these people are no pushovers. Not at all. ”While violence isn’t something I want, it can’t always be avoided.” Which kind of gave away her answer just then. ”I can’t agree to any of the things you’ve offered.”

Helveraccoon
“You have /no/ money to spend? A fleet as large and illustrious as Kirk’s cannot afford to buy discount weaponry?” Damantin’s tone was one of incredulity. And hope, that Kara could find some compromise. His options were limited, and he was doing as best he could in the position of negotiator. That he had come in person at all was a testament to just how much he wanted a peaceful outcome… but his crew’s principles didn’t budge. Even if it meant a blood feud with the famed Captain Kirk and his crew.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
”I spend a lot of money on food. Priorities, you know.” Kara smiled. Not /only/ food. But food was definitely something she spent money on. ”I merely said no. Which you should respect.” Then if that meant one more enemy, so be it. This wasn’t only /her/ call. Kara was trying to do what Jim would have done in a situation like this. Was he an inspiration to them all? You bet. ”I don’t agree to any of the offers.”

Mejta Qerk
Mejta walks into the tavern, looking like herself for once… but why wouldn’t she? There’s no outright reason to deal with the pins and needles of another face… for the moment, at least. Her faded grey hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, her eyes are smudged with mascara that she tried to rub off days ago, and she’s dressed in a long tank top and leggings. Green eyes sweep the space while she walks in, sneakers thumping against the floors. Totally not holding herself like a soldier. Completely inconspicuous. Definitely completely normal. She doesn’t seem to notice how painfully straight she stands, or the unintentional glare that always seems to be expressed in her eyes. The woman walks to the bar, standing there until she gets the bartender’s attention. When she does, she very simply says, “A beer, any sort.” and sits down.

Helveraccoon
Food? Was she mocking him? She’d rather spend money on food than avoid a pointless war with a massive galactic company?! Damantin seized his staff and slammed its end on the tavern floor, splintering the wood. “Kara Zor-El, you are making a terrible mistake. Refusing to our terms will mean a war. Which means people will die, because you would rather spend money on food than pay off a tiny price for invaluable weaponry. All the deaths to come will be one your head, and yours alone. I’ll ask one last time: compromise with me, and spare hundreds of innocent lives. Refuse, and begin yet another war. I’m sure your captain has enough on his shoulders as it is. I’ve been incredibly generous thus far, but my patience is at an end. Think /carefully/ before you answer.” The helmet’s eyes flared with the magic of the Warp, speaking of untold dangers biting at the bit to be let out and wreak horrific destruction.

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Galinndan Goltorath
*Startled by Damantin slamming staff on the ground the elf looked up and over to Kara with a worried expression* “Trust me, it’s better to do what they say unless you have a chapter of space marines backing you, he can destroy this entire place with just a flick of a finger. * He is noticeably worried and scared of Damantian*

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Should she be scared? Probably. Was she? Not at all. This was their everyday. This wasn’t exactly new. So she just stood her ground, processing the words uttered by him. Threats. Because he didn’t get what he wanted. ”It would be a war either way.” They just had the option of choosing how it started. ”I agreed to an audience. We’ve had an audience. That was all I agreed to.” Kara once more stated. ”No. Deal.”

Mejta Qerk
She turns to look over at the strange group as the staff hits the ground, curious, but just staring. Not even trying to hide it.

Galinndan Goltorath
“and even then, space marines can just barely mach them, so you’d be running a risk with the odds out of your favor, even with the space marines.”

Captain James T. Kirk (DM)
*Appeared.* One of his better days, maybe? Or, he’s being foolish beyond belief, as per usual. Either way, Kirk is in his usual Blue Uniform, standing right beside Kara within that Tavern. Whose to say what was really going to happen, right? Long time since he’s been in these situations, right? And maybe it’s Too Soon, hmm? “If you’re dishing out threats, Damantin. Then you’d better direct them at me” Since he was mentioning his Title, often enough during their little chit chat. “Tell me again about this proposed deal?”

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Helveraccoon
“A war either way? You’re mistaken. There’d be no war, if you simply were willing to pay five hundred thousand galactic credits for the weapons on those droids. But today, you’ve lost a potential ally and gained a powerful enemy. Brace yourself, and tell your crew to do the same.” Damantin slammed down his staff once more and began striding out of the tavern… until he saw Kirk. The light of the Warp crackled in his eyes, but it calmed a bit upon noticing this new arrival. “Captain Kirk, I assume. Have you come to be a voice of reason, in the face of this girl’s folly?”

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Professor Chronotis
“What on– Oh, brigands.” At the sound of any noise, argumentative voices, and many other things, such as violence, the Professor automatically proceeded to group such offenders into the category of ‘brigands’. Which was usually applied to bandits, but Chronotis also used it to describe people who were loud and bothersome. She was simply reading a book in one of these establishments again, and someone decided to damage the floor with a large stick! What a sight! How… childish. Who decided striking things was a proper way to express yourself? She wished she could track down the inventor of that method and give them a stern talking to. Even if she was reading a book about Genghis Khan, she had no interest in people fighting around her, or casually mentioning war, or the destruction of worlds. It was all rather primitive. But… no one was fighting yet. Or making a big fuss. If they started to, she thought she had better get back to her office and wait it out.

Mejta Qerq

These people are… bold. To say the least. Drawing threats… why? Her brows furrow slightly, and her head tilts ever slightly to her left, almost like an animal. Then… the strange one with the staff is leaving… No fight, then. For the moment, at least. Damn. Bloodshed is always a good cover for gathering appearances.

Ashra
Arguing voices could be heard relatively easy as the Draolf lazily crawled out of a hole that sat beside the tavern, having been conveniently made for ambushing or just to watch the people inside. Tonight would deem an interesting night as the hybrid peered through the window out of curiosity.

Captain James T. Kirk (DM)
Big. Bad. Tough. Gods. Kirk has Seen it ALL, and then some. Did the being in front of him bother him so much? No. Not. At. ALL. In fact, Kirk kinda grinned when Damantin turned around to get a good talk going with him? Yet that smile faded when he spoke of Kara as being Only a Girl. “I’ve come to hear your proposal about the droids” He says, “….Weapons you say? Tell me about them” Spoken as if it was more of an order, than a possible question. If others were in the tavern, then they were indeed noted within his periphery….

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Jimmy was a welcome sight, as her eyes drifted to him as he was stood next to her. She had heard the deal and had declined it. Both of them. She had said her piece, so it was James’ turn to ask and speak. Folly? To her it had seemed the /right/ choice. Surely James would see it that way too?

Helveraccoon
Making a visible effort to calm himself and prevent the place from going up in flames and daemons, the Chaos sorcerer dipped his head in acknowledgement of Kirk. He spoke with a commanding voice. Good. “The droids you collected on Naboo, as you’ve noticed, are armed with technology exclusive to the Adeptus Astartes. That’s the business of SpArk, our company: we sell Astartes weapons to those willing to pay. The extremists on Naboo were willing to do so. When their uprising failed, we were poised to recollect the weapons – only, we were beaten to the punch by your crew, who recalled the droids, along with all that weaponry. Now, this weaponry being central to our company’s success, we must either retake it or have it paid for being repurposed.” The Warp lightning crackling in his free hand died gradually. “So I proposed two solutions. One: allow our tech-priests to retake our weapons and re-equip your droids with top-of-the-line conventional droid weaponry, completely free of charge, or Two: pay half the price we asked of the extremists and keep the weapons. Apparently, Kara Zor-El would rather have you fight yet another war and have hundreds die than pay a discount price for priceless weapons, or even trade them out for conventional ones.” He sensed no fear from the human in front of him. Just as well – he did not want to intimidate these people, but it was necessary that they understood just what was at stake, for both them and him.

Captain James T. Kirk (DM)
“Adepts Astartes?” Never heard of it, however, his features remained neutral. “SpArk” Nods.He’s missed a few things, unfortunately, “So the extremists are dead, or?” You don’t rob a bank, when your getaway car has a flat tire, Jim. “I see” So they confiscated the materials before the company could collect their property, and he’s supposed to care about that aspect of the game? One narrowed eye, though, while waiting for his first two questions to be answered….

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara stood her ground, her arms folded for now as she listened, allowing James to do the talking. But she was also looking to the others present at the Blue Moon Tavern. Right now it was information gathering. She wasn’t sure how much James had seen or heard thus far. He is THE Captain though, so perhaps he would pick up on something she might have missed. Not even this Kryptonian is perfect.

Helveraccoon
“You were there, Kara Zor-El. The extremists are dead, no?” After shooting her a glance, the Chaos sorcerer gestured at himself. “I am an Adeptus Astartes; a Space Marine. Or rather, I was, before I started using Chaos magic. All of the Brother-Captains of SpArk are former Astartes. Properly, they are an organization dedicated to defending a faraway empire of humans, much different from this one. SpArk is the only company to have brought their technology to this galaxy, and to be manufacturing and selling it in this area of Space.” A hint of pride crept into his voice near the end. He clearly cared a great deal about this company of his.

Galinndan Goltorath
*the elf stood and looked over to kirk* “Sir, while I am sure you have a good military, what they are able to do will be able to destroy it, they not only have weapons that are leagues above most, but they are also genetically modified to be even more deadly and hard to kill, they are also able to call upon the powers of the warp and raise, metaphorical and literal hell. My advice is that you comply, he is being extremely generous, and that is not something you often find among the worshipers of chaos. most would have already came and raided the place leaving few survivors and those that did survive would have become slaves.” *He is very serious with this as he knows full well what they are able to do. As he has studded the remains of worlds that were raided by chaos.

Romulus Moon Bloodwalker
Through the front door of the tavern strides.. A teenager, of about sixteen, prime of his youth, not of his life. He stands easily at six feet tall, dressed in a pristine white suit, dress shirt and tie. Attached to his left wrist is a watch, not quite a Rolex, but still fancy enough. Slowly he sweeps the tavern with that Royal Blue gaze of his for a few brief moments before pressing a single wrinkle out of his jacket. Left front, after that has been dealt with he’s making his across the room and straight for the bar to place his late night order. For a simple glass of iced tea. What else would someone his age order this late at night?

Ashra
The Draolf was more than confused with the conversation as it continued watching, but did not care much, only wanting to see if this would end in a fight; something the hybrid was waiting for. Perhaps it would gain a meal if a fight were to occur.

Mejta Qerq
Her eyes flit to the newcomer, looking him over for a long moment before looking back towards the group. She’s nosy.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
She nodded once. ”They’re dead.” That was no secret. The extremist threat was dealt with. Atleast to a degree. Perhaps there were more. They had only been to one part of Naboo that one time. As for the elf, she looked to him. ”We don’t bow down to anyone.” That wasn’t what this crew did. Their rules – their terms.

Romulus Moon Bloodwalker
He feels a single set of eyes on him, told by the small lift of the hairs on the nape of his neck. Slowly his gaze swivels to the right just enough to catch who had stole a glance at him before his attention is turning to the glass of cold brown liquid that is placed in-front of him. Slowly moving to wrap his fingers around the glass to lift it from the bar and up to his lips where he partakes in a few quick sips to lower the level of liquid away from the rim of the glass. Once that is done he moves across the bar to a pillar near the center, to which he turns and gently leans on, pressing his back against it, while sliding his free hand into the front pocket of his jacket.

Dallani
Dallani walked in and looked around she walked  over somewhere and laid down watching to see what is happening

Captain James T. Kirk (DM)
Nods to Galinndan mouthing a ‘Thank You’ towards the being. However, Kirk reminds Damantin, “Space Marine! I remember them!” Kirk. Shut UP. This is a big gamble, a huge meeting, you need to tone it down some. Kirk clears his throat, “Space Marines” Nods. Professional, Kirk Is. “OK” Digesting all of this new and yet slightly old information, within the space of time that he’s actually acquired said information. “I got this other question, Damantin. See, those extremists, they paid for those weapons, which? Forgive me if I’m wrong? But since they own it, even if their dead. Technically, that doesn’t give you a right to take it back” He says, “From anyone. Since? That property belongs to the deceased” Kirk. Wake UP. But then? But then? Opportunity Strikes. “Faraway Empire?” That catches his eye, “….Chaos Magic?” Wheels are Turning, “I got another question. Have you heard of The Empire, you know? One’s with Siths, and Jedis?”

Mejta Qerq
She doesn’t really do much in reaction to being looked at in return, just shrugging the shoulder nearer to the stranger in acknowledgement. Then another person walks in, and she is looking around again.

Professor Chronotis
The Professor chuckled out loud. Not at anything that was occurring around her, but at the book she was reading. Another kind of misrepresentation of Chinggis Khaan. Religious tolerance? Not inaccurate, but somewhat laughable. She remembered vividly the conflicts that arouse between the Mongols and the Muslim world when it came to how they butchered their animals, after all! So silly a thing, she’d found it amusing even back then, and to see it so easily forgotten in a book that was supposedly written by a great historian… Well, maybe she had the unfair advantage of having visited the man and his lands many times to clear up a few inconsistent dates and times for her own work, when the need to prove she was worthy of tenure had come about. Politics were so amusing, and humans and other beings like them handled it even worse than her own people, who were just so… boring, and selectively corrupt when they wanted to be. That also made her laugh very softly to herself, having a brief chuckle as she closed her book, quite done reading over subjects she was already well acquainted with. It wasn’t boring, but she’d definitely get back to it later.

Romulus Moon Bloodwalker
His attention instantly zooms in on Kirk when he brings up the Empire, the Sith and the Jedi? It causes his lips to press into a small crease that presses at his lips and tugs at them lightly. Then it fades away as a rather bland and blank expression over takes his face once more.. As far as he could tell as it was, he didn’t posses any of his old powers as it were.. The Force might as well be a wet dream to the near human. He gives a small but subtle shake of his head, before taking another sip of his beverage.

Helveraccoon
The sorcerer peered intently at Kirk. “As it happens, I have a great deal of interest in the Sith. In fact, I was in the midst of some rather important research when I learned that a certain superhuman had killed one of our Brother-Captains.” A meaningful glare was sent at Kara. “I am aware of the Empire. In fact, our main concern is with the Empire. If they found out about SpArk, they’d do everything in their power to shut us down.” Moving over to Kirk and placing a massive hand on his shoulder, Damantin looked down at him gravely. “Captain, I’m afraid this is the part where something truly unfortunate comes into play. I understand your logic: it seems right that, having sold the droids, they would no longer belong to us. However, there was…” He paused, almost loath to say it. “…paperwork involved. Specifically, this.” From a loop on his belt, he withdrew a roll of parchment, holding it with some disdain.

Captain James T. Kirk (DM)
Intimidated? Nope. In fact, this was the metaphorical dance as it were. The dance of cryptic illusions to all of that massive bravado within their sights. Kirk didn’t look over at Kara, however. Nor would he speak about that issue, especially during the midst of this meeting. Narrowed eyes, remained narrowed. Nod Nod Nod. “Then it appears as if we’re working against the same people” He says, “Alright” In regards to the parchment, “And what does that say?”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara didn’t say anything either. He was not killed by her, even thought she had indeed caused a lot of damage to said individual. She’s a Kryptonian, what do you expect? Maybe James was handling this better. It was possible. The look from the sorcerer was noted.

Romulus Moon Bloodwalker
He’s settled fully into listening to the conversation regarding Sith, his attention squared in fully on that group of people. Idly he slips his left hand from his pocket now and moves rather to slide it behind him, just far enough that the edges of his fingers have vanished into the confines of the dimensional pocket that is stashed away there. Just in case he needed something. Other than however it’s almost as if he’s become part of the pillar.

Helveraccoon
“A footnote, that appears concerning all deals involving the transaction of our products.” Unfurling the parchment, the sorcerer turned it so that Kirk could see. Reciting from memory, he declared: “Any and all technology purchased or borrowed from SpArk will be returned upon A. The dissolution of the receiving company, or B. The death of the receiving party. Potential repossession of said technology may be officialized through further purchases of negotiable value.” His voice became apologetic. “I personally do not agree with this – it is a bit excessive, even given its necessity. However, I cannot change the company’s rules. I hope you understand.” A slight nod. “We share a common enemy – yet another reason why I hesitate to go to war against you.”

Thason Von Naleton VII
The Tavern doors opened as Thason stepped inside, his white armor shiny and pristine. The flowing red cape followed behind him as it faded into black towards his heels. The solid black eyes with golden irises blinked slowly as he rolled his neck slightly and then glanced around before beelining it over to the bar and sat down. A wide smile upon his pale lips as he reached up to fix his white hair. “A bottle of whiskey, the finest. For something big has finally come to fruition” he said as he folded his hands together, fingers lacing up.

Magicia the Dreamwalker
-Because keeping your butt planted in only one place at once when you are impatient and desire social interaction, Magicia somehow manages to make herself present at both the Indigo Eclipse and the Blue Moon at the same time. She arrives in a bit of a huff, straightening her vest and checking on how many of her pamphlets for her company have been taken.-

Captain James T. Kirk (DM)
Why? Why does Kirk grin? “See uh” That right brow is raised, though, “…We didn’t purchase it, from SpArk” He says, “Nor. Did we Borrow it from SpArk. Isn’t that right, Kara?” Expecting a yes from her, Kirk carries on, by focusing back onto Damantin, “You see, I got this impression that SpArk..Or? Those who intentionally, the terrorists, the war-mongers, isn’t that Right, Kara?” Kirk mentions, “I mean if that came back to SpArk, all of those dead bodies left behind on a world with all of those restrictions and fines for carrying them on NEUTRAL PLANET, against The Empire, would put your company in a big pinch with old Palparino. I mean, I’m just guessing over all of this” Kirk is in Farm Boy Mode, apparently. “I’d hate to see what would happen if the Empire was tipped off on what you just told me” KIRK. “Since, I’m you know, the Ambassador for Hellifno and all of those surrounding universes, dimensions and galaxies” Stop Smiling Kirk. “But? As you were saying, Damantin. I’d hate to break your companies rules” Nods. “It would probably be best that you work with us regarding these misplaced electronics”

Romulus Moon Bloodwalker
It would seem that whatever was happening before him was rather peaceful. Which he wasn’t going to complain about, so when he removes his hand from behind him, he simply moves and slides it within the confines of his suit jacket again and lets his eyes flit shut. Content with just listening to what was happening around him. A small humm of sound playing at the back of his lips lightly as he sets into a more relaxed state.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
If he didn’t want to go to war against them, the droid weaponry shouldn’t be an issue. Contract or not. Atleast that was her view on it. Not to mention they were spoils of war. Naboo needed them off planet and the crew wanted the droids. To them it had been the perfect outcome. If they were enemies of the Empire, then there was also no reason for them needing the droids back. Maybe she was overthinking that one, though.  She looked to James as he was grinning, asking questions. ”Right.” Because it was right. No borrowing. Technically – spoils of war. ”Also right.” To what was being said and asked. ”IF you’re really against the Empire, then it shouldn’t matter to you who has the droids.”

Magicia the Dreamwalker
-… There could be more enthusiasm about these pamphlets, she is quite sure. Why don’t more people want to purchase their own maid? Just because they are undead and ravenous and dangerous and a hive mind and also quite stupid and explode for a number of reasons. Doesn’t that make them perfect little disposable servants? With a frown she restocks the supply of pamphlets and takes a seat at the bar.-

Thason Von Naleton VII
Thason grasped the bottle of whiskey and drowned most of it. “The paperwork is finally in order, i am now… officially. ‘Lord Thason Von Naleton the Seventh'” he said looking at his bottle of whiskey before exhaling slowly. Thason’s smirk was nothing but pure pride as he held the bottle of whiskey in his hand.

Ashra
The Draolf gave a rather angered growl as it moved to the entrance of the tavern, forcing the door open using its large claws, while breaking the door in the process. Unfortunately, it could not enter through the open doorway, being to large and tall to fit through.

Helve and Others
“Those who bought from us. The extremists. Who you took the droids from post-mortem. You are contractually bound, Captain.” His head tilted. “You know, those extremists were in fact Rebels. Your lot. If there’s anyone be who should be worried about unwanted associations, Kirk, it’s you. As I understand it, plenty of people across the galaxy support the Rebel cause. Think how that might change if word got out that the senseless massacre on Naboo was committed by Rebels.” Damantin shrugged. “We are a criminal organization: I won’t deny it. You, however, are criminals wearing heroes’ clothes. You have a reputation to keep up as the ‘good guys’. So, Captain, I recommend not letting slip the details of the affair on Naboo, because that’s not something that either of us want publicized.”

Romulus Moon Bloodwalker
-Perhaps delving into his own mind wasn’t the best course of action that he could have taken. With the shift he had into Crinos last night, certain things were set into motion. One of them being the awakening of his magical blood, unfortunate as well as it is fortunate. The first aspect of himself to awaken was perhaps the most debilitating to him. All at once his teenage frame grows stiff, fingers curling into the palm of his left hand, while those of his right, applied all the force they could muster against the glass that he held. One with the eye for it might determine he was having a fit of some kind. Which was what he was having. As the seconds pass, the fit intensifies, slowly over his field of vision, though his eyes are closed is a veil of -Blood Red Rage- A mental scar left to him by the former horseman War.

Helveraccoon
“SpArk would be willing to work with you, if you pay a discount price for the weapons. Though we are criminals, we have our own laws to abide by; and I’m certainly not in a position to break them. Understand, I’m not the Crewmaster; I’m just here to negotiate.”

Obsidian the Gypsy
*Obsidian makes her way into the tavern and breathes in deeply before she sighs. she walks in and spins around once while she hummed a tune, her hair was out and waving, her bangles jingle softly as she moved, her skirt flows around her legs with each step walking to the bar. she reaches over and gives Harry a large hug and he just hand her a flagon of that very same ale that she always gets when she returns after many days. the gypsy girl was oblivious to what was happening in the inn*

Captain James T. Kirk (DM)
Kirk disregarded most of what Damantin said, despite his size, and all of those other goodies. “These are the terms, Damantin” He replies, “We use them against The Empire. You Win. We Win. The Empire Loses, pending on what battlefield it occurs on” He says, “And I’ll do you one better? If we get spoils of war that are equal and/or better to your droid/weapons, you can keep them” He let’s that sit, “And we get, free of charge. Free Maintenance on said SpArk products. Because everyone wants and deserves to win for each of the parties represented today”

Magicia the Dreamwalker
“Hairy Man… Something strong. We are having a rough night.” -Magicia groans and slumps in her seat. Harry is a kind wonderful soul and brings her a smoothie with strong muscled arms drawn on it.-

Romulus Moon Bloodwalker

The fit passes as quickly as it comes, but with it leaves side effects, some he can ignore, others he can press through. The pain of his blood boiling with rage incarnate being one of them. The stiffness of his joints and bones, he can ignore and press through. The scar however one torn open like it was, leaves whispers running through the teenagers minds. A call of something so close to him that he can feel it burning behind him. Calling to him to do nothing more than simply remove it from it’s place of safe keeping. His fingers on his right hand twitch lightly for a moment as he sucks in a breath through shaky teeth and slowly lets his eyes slip open into narrow slits that barley allow him to see.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara looked to James with his offer, then back to the negotiator. It wasn’t a bad offer. Surely even this being could see he appeal in that. The droids would be used against The Empire. Which was a goal they had in common. ”Sounds like a good deal to me.”

Helveraccoon
“A tempting offer,” said the sorcerer, “but as much as I hate to say it. The contract still stands. Here, I’ll bring us closer to a compromise: pay the discount price for the droids, and besides letting you keep them, we’ll do maintenance on them, as well as give you discount prices on any future weapon purchases. Spoils of war can be negotiated once the war is /won/, Captain. But there: an even more generous offer than before, and one that is nearly the same as what you’ve just suggested.” He spread his arms. “What do you think? In this way, both of us still win, and you’ll have our partial assistance fighting the Empire.” The thought of this actually seemed to please Damantin – if Kirk agreed to this, they’d really be doing business, instead of just cleaning up a contractual mishap.

Magicia the Dreamwalker
-Three ‘strong’ smoothies later, Magicia’s face is smooshed into the counter, and she’s giggling to herself.- “… Yes, that’s it… Why have just Fwufs… when we can have more?”

Romulus Moon Bloodwalker
He lets a few more fleeting moments pass before he lets out that breath and opens his eyes fully, giving a small shake of his head lightly to clear it, to get those tempting taunting whispers away from the for front of his mind. Distracting himself instead by turning and looking at the cracked glass of tea in his hand then to his other hand, which has small holes gouged into it from his nails, a trickle of red and.. Is that a hint of silver in the blood? Flows from three open gashes on his palm which causes a frown to pull at the sides of his lips

Captain James T. Kirk (DM)
“Daily Upgrades” Kirk replies, “Free of Charge” He says, “Maintenance Included, for any and all products associated with SpArk, to maintain their functional and optimal integrity” Another pause while considering said counter proposal, “See, here’s the thing Damantin. I’m being really generous with you as well? Hell. We could just destroy those droids/weapons because that would be bad business” Nods. “And I’m sure that you don’t want that to happen” Correct. “Spoils of War would not be included” Because Damantin was asking for too much. Kirk was thinking after ONE SKIRMISH at one pending location. “As for partial assistance? That’s not going to cut it with this crew. For Us. You’re either All In or Your Out” Whoa Captain. “And I’m sure that you want All In, correct?”

Sakura Abernathy

The taverns door burst open as Sakura crashed against it. She stumbled and tried to regain her balance before she crashing onto the floor with a thump. She shook her head and lifted it so she could look around at those already inside. Those big blue eyes fluttered as they moved from person to person.

Obsidian the Gypsy
*the gypsy girl stands slowly while holding her drink, she smiles as music starts to play softly as she sways her hips to it at first without spilling a drop. she spins on the spot before taking one more gulp and hands the flagon to an imp as it passes by. the gypsy girl starts waving her hands slowly around her body as she dances to the music that played. she twirls her hand slowly into her hair as she lifts it up slightly then lets if fall back over her back then spins around a few times, making her skirt fly up around her knees before stopping and sways back and forth, left and right*

Kara Zor-El (DM)

Too right. All in or nothing at all. ”It doesn’t get better than this.” James was a much better negotiator than she was. They had merely requested her since she was (technically) in charge of the Droid Operation. They had the droids, so they were at their mercy. ”United against the Empire.” That was key. He had claimed several times he was against them.

Magicia the Dreamwalker
“We will have more. And we know where to start!” -She peels her face off of the bar counter to reveal a demented grin. “Harry… another strong one! We have thinking to do!”

Romulus Moon Bloodwalker
He sets his tea on the tray of a passing imp to take away from him so that he could tend to his wound.. That normally would have healed on it’s own accord by now.. He lets out a small sight, and slips his right hand into his dimensional pocket and removes a small roll of gauze, that he wraps around his bleeding hand a few times, before turning those royal blues of his onto the room of the tavern once more. Taking note of the two new arrivals to the room.

Helve and Others
Damantin loomed over Kirk, fists clenched – and abruptly let out a laugh. “Well, well. Quite the haggler, aren’t you, Captain?” They didn’t need to know that the droids’ destruction was a preferable outcome to them keeping them for free; they were on the verge of an understanding. He leaned over until his helmet’s eyes were level with the spaceman, searching for any weaknesses. Seemingly finding none, he straightened back up and held out his huge gauntleted hand. “I believe we have a deal… on one final condition.”

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Magicia the Dreamwalker
-Another few smoothies later, Magicia gathers herself up and heads out. She has business to attend to.-

Sakura Abernathy
She pushed herself up with some effort and dusted herself off before she headed towards the bar. She wore a white tank top and pink short shorts. Her face was beat red considering how many people were there to see her fall.

Captain James T. Kirk (DM)

He’s dealt with Titans, who after they dealt with Kirk: stared at a pool, and then jumped into it for whatever reason. And Kirk is going to get worried over this guy? No Way. But then there was the attempted shake of the hand. See, what was it again? Succubus. He’s not a great advocate for hand-shakes, obviously. Damaged Captain is DAMAGED. Nope. He wouldn’t be shaking the beings hand. “What would that condition be?”

Helve and Others
“Discretion.” Damantin’s voice grew deadly serious. The hand was still there. “At least publicly, SpArk is not affiliated with you, your crew or the war at large. You agree to peddle our narrative that we are a humble tech outlet chain, and assure that our assistance and involvement in your affairs and the war at large remains a secret.” Simple enough: an oath of secrecy, preventing the Empire – or anyone besides them – from learning of their association. Again, mutually beneficial.

Thason Von Naleton VII
Thason, who mysteriously vanished suddenly, reappeared again this time with a new face. The pale skin replaced with a slightly darker tone and with younger features, no dark circles under the eyes nor the white hair. Instead Thason, who was clad in his white suit of armor, had brown hair. He smiled softly as he looked to his hands. “Perhaps this vessel will hold my body longer than the other one” he muttered as he sat back down in his seat and finished the bottle of whiskey he had drunk before he vanished.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Her eyes focused on Damantin for a moment, before going to James. What would he say to that? When James was around it was oftentimes both easier and better having him do the talking. If some form of partnership could be brokered here, than that would be better than the outcome compared to how she would have handled it.

Obsidian the Gypsy
*the gypsy girl was still dancing, spinning and swaying to the music as her hands carefully twirl around her body as well. her hips shake and shimmy a few times as do her shoulders while they stay in time with the music that played*

Captain James T. Kirk (DM)
“Discretion” Kirk could agree with those terms. However, a hand-shake would never occur, due to Succubus reasons. “We aren’t salesman, so we won’t be peddling for you or for anyone else” Pike wanted Kirk to be a Salesman for The Sith. What was it: a prophet? Which made him cringe inside as to how far away that he’s come from himself. Too Far. So far away from Himself. “IF we lose droids/weapons from SpArk, we get double in return. Not Broken. But new prototypes” He says, “You scratch our backs. We’ll scratch yours. We Win The War. Discretion is King”

Lord Thason Von Naleton VII
The newly crowned Lord gave a soft burp as he exhaled slowly before looking around the Tavern. Talks of War caught his attention but not his interest so his eyes continued onward as he moved to the other shoulder. There was of course the Gypsy girl who was dancing and he exhaled slowly as he rubbed the corners of his mouth before leaning forwards upon the bar top and smacking his lips in slight boredom

Sakura Abernathy
“coffee please” She said having reached the bar. She sipped up onto a bar stool. the bar top acted as a sort of support for her bust as she leaned forwards with a yawn.

Obsidian the Gypsy
*she soon stops dancing and just leaves the Tavern*

Helve and Others
Damantin snorted. “Rest assured, you won’t be selling anything of ours unless it’s back to us. At last, I believe we can agree on this.” His hand was retracted, but he didn’t seem fazed. “You drive a hard bargain, Captain Kirk, but then, you don’t win wars by caving easily to demands. I should know; I’ve lived through almost ten thousand years of war.” It was a throwaway comment, but worth noting. “Lost or broken technology will be replaced as it was. Asking double for free is too much for anyone. Beyond this, I am prepared to meet you here.”

Captain James T. Kirk (DM)
“I can work with those terms” Kirk nods, “This isn’t our last meeting, Damantin” Kirk teleports out of the Blue Moon Tavern back to the cloaked ship, and one could guess that Kara did as well, since he’s rested his hand on her closest lower forearm…..

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Considering his hand was resting on the closest lower forearm, even Kara was teleported out. Back to the cloaked ship.

Helveraccoon
“No, I think not,” the Chaos sorcerer muttered. The man lived up to his reputation, it seemed, and was a player to be reckoned with. Kara, on the other hand, while no doubt a fearsome combatant to have defeated Jophius, had lost Damantin’s interest. He had planned to return to Moraband following this encounter, but it seemed he had work to do elsewhere. Channeling the sinister energies of the Warp, the sorcerer flung himself into the maw of madness. This would have to be reported to the Crew-Master.

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