Kallel, Kyp & Co.

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Kallel, Kyp & Co.; Mos Eisley, Tatooine
Topic Started: Oct 4 2005, 05:37 PM (336 Views)
~ Kallel	Oct 4 2005, 05:37 PM Post #1
Unregistered	The ardent, twin suns of Tatooine peaked along an unmarred sky, casting an intense heat upon the undulating sand dunes and mesas below. The arid environment, however, did not dissuade the existence of life in Mos Eisley—on the contrary, the port was suspected to be one of the busiest in the galaxy, a stark contrast from the deserted farming communities strewn across the humble desert planet. Unfortunately, the business here was often illegal…with remnants of the former Imperial reign still evident. Mercenaries, smugglers, bounty hunters, slavers; they all found sanctuary and brotherhood in the crowded cantinas. Kallel was only looking for one…one out of the thousands of worthless forms of life that were currently in the port. Stepping into a musty, dank bar that was reportedly frequented by the smuggler in question, he surveyed the area with one, brief sweep of his eyes, taking caution not to linger on any one sentient. You could never take a gamble with drunken Aqualeshes sitting in the corner...everything was interpreted as negative on their part. With a grease-smeared flightsuit and a cheap, dark cloak to conceal the saber at his hip, Kallel had conformed rather effectively to the scum around him. It was an age-old Jedi tact…and never once did it fail him…excluding the delicate matter on Kessel. The recollection of that incident still made him cringe. Kallel settled into a dimly lit booth, removing a cred chip from one of the folds in his cloak. He slid the small wafer absently across the table to a server droid, simultaneously fiddling with his datapad as he said, “Spiced ale, Corellian, for me…and a cup of jawa juice for a pal, eh?” The droid offered its thanks in a heavy monotone before whirring away, leaving Kallel to his business. He’d been commed by Master Skywalker not long before he made his landing in the hangar bay, informing him that Kyp Durron would be joining his supposedly ‘solo’ mission. If it were any other Jedi, Kallel would have been offended at Luke’s underestimation of his competence. The young man’s datapad clicked almost inaudibly as it filtered out information. The name ‘Jorric Valcuun’ blinked repeatedly upon the screen’s surface, though the readings that followed were filed in as errors. However, a grainy image of the man managed to be plucked from the Republic's census data. And an old image at that, portraying Valcuun merely as a pug-nosed ten year old. Who knew, by now the man could've undergone physically altering treatment. A convenient facial modification for a couple thousand credits would have rendered Jorric entirely unrecognizable by now. Kallel doubted anything on record would reflect the current reality of the situation. The smuggler definitely had a way with anonymity.
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~ Kyp	Oct 7 2005, 03:11 PM Post #2
Unregistered	Wandering around outside the cantina, attempting to look aimless, was Kyp Durron -- his hair was mussed and his eyes were tired. He fit right in with the crowd. With his comlink in his right hand, he brought it to his lips, pressing the switch. "Issyr? Where exactly are you? Are you inside? I wanted to warn you before we met up that I have a whole mess of people. One is still on the ship -- but I have two with me who are always around these type of people... I was thinking they might be able to help us out. They're by the entrance right now. I'll pick them up on the way in so you can meet them, if you're inside." Kyp peered around casually, pulling his nondescript cloak around his form. He decided not to wear his Jedi robes out at the moment... especially with Seki and Tenkin with him. It would've made him stick out like a Wookiee in a patch of Ewoks. A small sigh and glance behind him. He knew Kallel was here somewhere, he just wasn't sure where yet.
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~ Kallel	Oct 7 2005, 08:04 PM Post #3
Unregistered	Contently nursing his ale, Kallel let one hand glide deftly across the table to the muffled, static screeches issuing from his comlink. Rolling a thumb across the variable frequency knob, he adjusted the private channel, a knowing smirk donning upon his lips as the gruff voice of Kyp Durron fluctuated over the sound grill. Bringing the mic to his lips, he replied, azure gaze combing through a huddle of Rodians towards the entrance to reveal the shaggy black mane of the older Jedi. “It’s about time, Kyp—to your right, little ways past the bar…by fangtooth over here.” “And as long as those buddies of yours don’t make too much of a racket, then I’m sure we’ll all get along swimmingly.” The young man gave a subtle Force tug on the edge of Durron’s cloak, inconspicuously leading him towards the small booth in the corner. When the worn, rugged face of the Jedi Master parted through the crowds of scum, Kallel raised his own glass in acknowledgement, gesturing to the comical, childishly decorated plastic cup across from him. Flashing an apologetic grin, he amended with good-humor, “Cred chip ran low, Durron—jawa juice was the only thing that I could afford. Council’s getting cheap on us. Besides, I was never good at playing host.” That and he didn’t want Kyp to over-indulge himself. Tipsy and mission didn’t go along hand in hand…and Kallel definitely had an emotional attachment to his limbs. “Apologies to your friends, though,” Kallel continued with a shrug, “They’ll have to bum drinks off some other Jedi.”
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~ Kyp	Oct 8 2005, 02:00 PM Post #4
Unregistered	He meandered through the heated crowd and made his way to the back of the cantina, his dusky green gaze landing on Kallel. Moments later they went to the cup, noting the images of little prancing banthas on it. His lips thinned into a pale line as he slid into the seat, releasing a sigh. Amusement was obvious on his face as he wrapped his callused hand around the tiny glass and bringing it to his lips he took a little swig. Just like he remembered it, from his childhood. It was one of the only things he remembered from his childhood. Keeping the cup in his hand, he raised it slightly to Kallel, who sat across from him. "Thanks, Issyr." His lips were curled upwards slightly as he took another sip. He then used the glass to point out the two people over near the bar, who would be joining them shortly. "The guy on the left is Tenkin Kapsha. Bounty hunter, his mind is sort of jumbled all the time, he's brilliant in a way, but also quite clumsy. The girl on the right is his little sister, well sort of. She was adopted into Tenkin's family. Her name is Seki Kaan. Last name, different story. I don't remember it all, I'm sure she'll tell you if you care enough to ask. She's a dancer, worked awhile on Zeltros, then Nar Shaddaa -- I think she's in between places right now." He paused, as he watched Tenkin and Seki argue over drinks at the bar then he took another small sip of his jawa juice, realizing he had almost already finished off the glass. "They know these businesses inside out." Turning his eyes back to Kallel, he nodded. "I'll do a proper introduction when they get over here. So tell me about this guy we're looking for. Skywalker attempted to tell me but I was busy trying to nagivate through an asteroid belt so I didn't really listen."
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~ Kallel	Oct 8 2005, 03:03 PM Post #5
Unregistered	Kallel lofted a brow in genuine amusement as Kyp tentatively sipped from the tiny, multi-colored cup. He had expected Durron, perhaps, to take a single drought before tossing the remnants of the syrupy liquid into his face, demanding that Kallel provided him with something more suitable—though, maybe Kyp had finally managed quelled that roguish anger of his. Either that, or Shaggy was getting soft on him. The young man waved off Kyp’s thanks absently before following the Jedi’s averted gaze to two humans by the bar. The male sentient seemed loud and brash as he exchanged banter with his companion, drawing a few suspicious glances his way. Though his casual swagger conformed to the crowd, his seemingly peroxide-forged hair was slightly borderline with the norm in the cantina, traipsing along the brink. This led Kallel to wonder about the eccentric individual’s hygienic properties…like whether or not he ever washed his hair. Unfortunately, like Durron, maybe the guy just didn’t give a damn, although he did seem to retain a small measure of cleanliness that Kyp did not possess. Kallel shifted his eyes to the shorter, limber female at Tenkin’s side, and the traces scrutiny immediately vanished from his face. Somehow, the young man wasn’t surprised of her former…occupation. She was pretty, not gorgeous, but easy on the eyes…and vastly more attractive than Peroxide-boy and Shaggy combined. Kallel winced at the analogy, as if he’d just insulted the poor girl in some major way. Maybe he'd buy her a drink for his mental blunder. “I’ll leave the introductions up to you then,” Kallel agreed before settling his gaze back upon Kyp, “But for now…on to business as per usual.” He slid the datapad across the table, simultaneously rotating it in Durron’s direction so that the Jedi wouldn’t have to strain to make out the grainy picture and readings. “Name’s Jorric Valcuun…native to Coruscant. Census records indicate that he was a freelance smuggler before signing on with the New Republic as a full-time cargo transporter. Apparently the wages didn’t suit him…he leaked government secrets and several weapons blueprints to a small crime empire on Kothlis for some extra creds. Luke’s already sent a task force to infiltrate the Bothan facility.” “As for Jorric—his last destination was here in Mos Eisley. It’s highly probable that he’s already gone from this planet…and we don’t have an updated profile of him. He could’ve had facial reconstruction by now,” explained Kallel tapping his index on the image of a young Valcuun, “If I were you, I’d completely disregard this…portrayal…of him. He’s approximately twenty-four standard years by now—slimy piece of novice luck if you ask me.”
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~ JorricNPC	Oct 8 2005, 10:36 PM Post #6
Unregistered	With his forefinger circling the rim of his mug in quiet contemplation, the smuggler hunched forward, his earth-toned tunic and worn breeches suggesting that he was a local—a penniless moisture farmer spending a rare amount of excess creds on a drink. Though there was a flash, an intensity in his emerald eyes that indicated a far greater intelligence and honed perception than that of a civilian. The smuggler reached up to adjust the coarse, chafing collar around his neck as his sharp gaze wandered through the myriad of drop-ins…settling suspiciously on a dark-haired boy, mentally categorizing him into the mid-twenties. A foolish young man, apparently, as the smuggler followed an absent movement of the boy’s hand…to reveal a slender, cylindrical object at his side…a weapon known only to be crafted and mastered by…Jedi. Jorric drew back instinctively, pulling a light cowl over his tousled blonde hair in one deft movement as he lowered his head, his brow barely visible from underneath the hood, though he still followed the amateur Jedi’s moves with subtle interest. A sneer lifted his upper-lip in a gesture of disdain. So, the Republic tattled to its little Force-using minions. Pity they couldn’t eve resolve something as minor as a pesky little cargo issue. Ah…but he was flattered…extremely flattered that they would care to send a Jedi after him. Jorric’s pupils dilated as another man and two roguish-looking companions crossed the threshold of the cantina door. He chuckled inwardly. Make that two Jedi. He recognized the companion male as Tenkin…supposedly a highly-acclaimed bounty hunter…though now he appeared to be playing side-kick to some piece of crusty abraded sewage…that was in dire need of a trip to the fresher. The girl was cute, it wouldn’t take much coaxing for Jorric to admit that—but he had better…much better. The smuggler’s gaze was averted from the group, though he tilted his head almost imperceptibly in the direction of the two Jedi; eavesdropping. He immediately felt a powerful surge of viscosity towards the younger Jedi as the word ‘novice’ rolled from his tongue. Novice, hmmm? He’d show them the definition of novice soon…
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~ Seki	Oct 9 2005, 01:01 PM Post #7
Unregistered	"I'm gonna kill him," she muttered walking up to the table where Kyp and the other Jedi sat. Tenkin was still at the bar, cackling and drinking. When he had ignored her tugging at his sleeve and mentioning something about how they were here to help Kyp -- she had left him there. Letting her gaze drift between the two as she stood at the edge of the seats, she took a small sip of the Corellian Ale she had swiped from Tenkin. That was when she noted the cup Kyp held in his hand. Tilting her head a bit, she narrowed her dark eyes. Were those banthas on that cup? There was no way he would've gotten that himself. Seki peered over to his companion across the table and instantly marked him as a clever man --- if he was the one who gave that drink to Kyp. There was no way Seki wanted to see a drunk Durron again -- the first time was enough, when Kyp practically spilled his whole life story. Speaking of Kyp, he was being quite rude at this point, kid's cup in hand, eyes on the datapad in front of him. He sort of resembled a little brat trying to study his galactic history lessons on his datapad -- well, except for the shoots of gray that snuck through his hair. "Thanks for the introduction, Durron." She turned back to the other man and held out her free hand, "Seki."
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~ Kallel	Oct 9 2005, 02:15 PM Post #8
Unregistered	“Pleasure,” he replied, flashing a raffish grin, “Kallel.” The Jedi clasped her hand warmly, winking in good nature as he cocked his head in Kyp’s direction. “And don’t mind Durron here—the man has hair growing in his ears. Pity how the aging process goes, isn’t it?” He raised his eyes heavenwards in a mocking gesture and sighed, “Poor guy, takes him twice as long to look half as good nowadays.” Kallel’s eyes flickered in Kyp’s direction before returning to meet Seki’s and lowered his voice, though still made himself loud enough so that the older Jedi could catch the playful remark. “And that’s not saying much, yeah?” He cleared his throat loudly and rapped the table with his knuckles, casting a long look towards Durron. "So Kyp...you done with that datapad or just checking your reflection. Because honestly, there's nothing great to look at there." Kallel maintained the ambiguity of whether he was referring to Jorric's picture or Kyp's own mirror image against the datapad's screen.
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~ Kyp	Oct 10 2005, 01:09 PM Post #9
Unregistered	Great, there he goes snarking at me again. Kyp raised his eyes from the datapad slightly, peering to the two others. That means Seki and him'll get along just swell. Greeeeeeat. He took one last look at the datapad, committing everything to his memory. Jorric, huh? He went over what Kallel had told him about the man before Seki came up. The sithspit shouldn't be too hard to find, right? Scooting to the edge of the booth he was seated on, Kyp quickly raised his head and looked to the girl, a smirk pasted across his face. "You can stand up then." And then turning his attention to Kallel, Kyp just narrowed his eyes to the younger Jedi, poking the datapad with his pointer finger back towards him. Kyp didn't even bother retorting to any of Kallel's insults because he would just come back with more. Kyp knew the type. He had been the type when he was younger. Corellian Hells, he still was the type at times. "Anyways." Still sitting on the edge of the bench, Kyp shot a glance up to Seki, who had a mildly amused look on her face. Wrapping his right hand around his cup, he slowly slid it across the table to Kallel, the dim light of the cantina catching in the images of the giddy banthas and casting a sliver of pale light across the other man's face. "I need a refill." Mmmm, jawa juice.
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~ Kallel	Oct 10 2005, 10:24 PM Post #10
Unregistered	Kallel smoothly slid further down the booth and patted the seat next to him, lip quirked into a wry smile. "Looks like Kyp’s getting one of those hot flashes again…grumpy old git. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I saved you a spot.” A moment later, the fruity-colored cup that once contained Kallel’s attempt at humor came sliding back to him, with Durron insisting on a refill. The young Jedi gave his counterpart a doubtful look before raising a brow in bemusement. Beckoning the server droid over to their table, Kallel withdrew another so-called ‘emergency’ cred chip and slid the wafer across the table, motioning towards the emptied bantha-prance-a-thon cup. The service droid, as it was programmed to do, reiterated the price before asking whether or not they wanted to receive another ‘collectible’ children’s cup. Good thing jawa juice was cheap. Casting Kyp a look askance, Kallel shrugged, “Yeah…sure…’cept maybe this time could we go with the frolicking ewok motif for the birthday boy here?” The droid, in its monotone, whirred in an affirmative before rolling away. “And speaking of birthdays,” Kallel began, directing his attention back towards Kyp, “Isn’t yours coming up soon?” The young man lowered his voice as he whispered discreetly,“What is it now, Durron, the big nine O?”
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~ Seki	Oct 16 2005, 10:59 PM Post #11
Unregistered	"Thank you. Nice to see someone has some sort of manners around here." Setting her drink down on the table, Seki crawled into the booth beside Kallel and pulled her legs up to chest, setting her chin on her knees. Her shins rested against the edge of the table and she reached around to grab her drink up again. A giggle escaped her lips as she heard Kallel's inquiry about Kyp's birthday and her eyes moved to the Jedi Master across the table. Seki absently tugged at her skirt, pulling it over the pale skin of her legs, and waited for Durron's most likely sarcasm-laced answer, her eyes drifting back to the bar to make sure Tenkin wasn't dead or something. He was fine. Still drinking, still carrying on. But fine, nonetheless.
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~ Kyp	Oct 17 2005, 06:22 PM Post #12
Unregistered	The droid toddled back, delivering Kyp's second -- and most definitely non-alcoholic --- drink. A scowl still smeared across Kyp's face, he grabbed for the second cup of jawa juice, pulling the first empty cup back to him and shoving it into one of his cloaks interior pockets. He took a sip of the juice and gently set the dancing ewok glass back down, absently spinning it around on the tabletop, the cup dwarfed in his hands. "Maybe." He glared vibroblades in Kallel's direction. "And no, not the big 9-0." He could picture himself just leaning over the table and placing a smack upside Kallel's pretty little head, but what good would that do now, huh? "What're you gonna get me?" He paused, raising the adorably colorful cup in a mock toast, making his voice whiny and childish ~~-- more than usual~~. "Better be something good or I'm not inviting you to my brithday party."
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~ Tenkin	Dec 3 2005, 12:16 PM Post #13
Unregistered	"OH HEY DID YOU GUYS SAY BIRTHDAY PARTEEEE?" Tenkin stumbled up to the table, eleventh drink in hand. His eyes were glazed and his hair was a mess and -- oh hells, he was just out of it. But boy, did that drink TASTE GOOD.
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~ Seki	Dec 3 2005, 12:19 PM Post #14
Unregistered	Seki looked up to her brother, her eyes narrowed fairly -- and she grabbed the wrist that was hanging at his side. "Come on, Tenk. We should get you back to the Inn." She couldn't help but roll her eyes a bit at him. And the sexual tension between Kallel and Kyp was fascinating, she couldn't leave now. Oops, did Kyp catch that thought? With a cackle, she slid out of her seat and began dragging Tenkin out of the cantina -- but not before throwing a quick glance back to Kallel.
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~ Kyp	Dec 10 2005, 09:50 PM Post #15
Unregistered	Kyp really did catch her thought -- he was scowling quite openly at her for it as she sauntered out, Tenkin stumbling blindly in front of her. Kyp also caught her eyes lingering on Kallel for a moment... Oh come on. His mind was ripped from the current train of thought when a barfight broke out across the cantina. Ducking under the table as a bottle soared over his head, Kyp slapped one of Kallel's knees. "Come on!" He yelled, his voice snaking out from under the table, over the sudden din of the crowd. Kyp slid out of the bench and grabbed a handful of fabric on Kallel's arm, yanking him out from behind the table. "Let's go! We'll come back later or something!" Dragging the younger Jedi behind him, he grabbed his second cup of juice off the table, before pushing through the crowd and exiting the bar, Kallel still behind him.
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