"Chivalry is Alive and Kicking" Log Date: 8/21/97 Log Cast: Thraknor, Lerren (NPC), Rellawy Woodlake, Han Solo Log Intro: When her shift ended, Rell slipped into a booth to watch the band as they performed, her thoughts troubled, as they often were. But over the last night or two, it'd been particularly bad -- it felt to her almost as if she'd managed to convince everyone she'd encountered in the last week that she was a complete and utter fool. Lerren, H'rruuk, and H'rraal had not protested that her continued presence on Nar Shaddaa required that _they_ continue to keep watch over her, but her employer had been more than adamant in his belief that Rell had no place on the Smuggler's Moon. It hadn't helped in the slightest that both of the spacers who had stood between her and the thug Galdric -- and his Gamorrean partner -- had been just as right as her boss and the two ursoids, when they'd chimed in their own opinions about her presence on Nar Shaddaa. She could hear Solo's gravelly voice saying 'You stand out here like a Quarren at an Imperial officers' banquet', and Thomas Drake asking her, 'You tell me. Do you think you belong here?' Rell closed her eyes, clutching her mug of shakla in her hands, but the path of her thoughts remained undiverted. She didn't particularly want to think about Solo, whether or not Lerren vouched for him -- and she particularly didn't want to think about Drake. Yet both men persisted in occupying her mind. They'd both marked her as Other, as out of place, among the usual denizens of the moon; they'd both taken a dismaying (and rapid, given that she'd only just met them) interest in her welfare, both of them going out of their way to thwart Galdric's even _more_ disturbing interest in her. Solo apparently knew Drake, and with a nervous little churning of her gut, Rell couldn't help but wonder whether Drake had revealed to the older man exactly what he'd found out about _her_. That they both were rather alarmingly handsome was a thought upon which she fiercely refused to dwell. _You'll be having no time for -that- sort of thing,_ she reprimanded herself sternly. _You never have... and it's less than likely that you ever will...!_ ---------- Thraknor comes through the double swinging doors and enters the bar from the floor outside. Thraknor has arrived. Thraknor walks with purpose straight up to the bar. Thraknor orders a double, no triple whiskey, and drops credits on the bar. The bartender must be a man of tireless energy, for as per usual, he's stationed at his post, not looking worn in the slightest. Lerren ambles over as he's summoned, lifts an eyebrow, but promptly pours out the order as requested, into a large tankard. "Here yah go, pal." Thraknor says "Thanks.." Thraknor breathes deep twice, then shotungs the entire tankard. Thraknor breathes out slowly his entire body shaking. Thraknor puts both hands flat on the bar and his head drops and thumps on the bar,then he lifts it again. "If you please , sir , another.." The bartender's other eyebrow goes up, but other than that, the big grizzled Corellian shows no sign of being surprised at that much alcohol being downed at once. He turns aside briefly to start building another drink as a short befurred creature with three-fingered paws waves anxiously at him, barely visible over the top of the bar; this is slided off to the being, before the tender turns back to the human. "You got the credits, we got the booze," he replies laconically. The man wraps a meaty hand around the whiskey bottle and pours the rest of its contents into the big tankard. Thraknor reaches into his jacket and drops more credits on the bar. "That should be enough." Thraknor says "Thank you, you're a life saver.." Thraknor grabs the tankard and looks for a booth to crash into. Thraknor quickly finds a table, and sits in the shadows. The bartender smirks, but not unkindly, sweeping up the credits and sending them on their course into the register behind him. "Sure pal," he says gruffly. The bar is, as is generally the case on the always-active Smuggler's Moon, full of a fair number of beings engaged in conversation, gaming, and the art of Serious Drinking. A band's up on what passes for a stage in this establishment, and at one of the side tables near it, a girl with honey-gold hair, nursing a drink of her own, is watching them play. Thraknor begins taking large quaffs from the tankard. Thraknor glances at the girl, then back to the wall, or the tankard. Thraknor mutters to himself then takes another gulp of whiskey. She is worn-looking, the young woman; her face, framed by braids on either side, and on the right by a ponytail swung forward over her shoulder, holds an introspective sort of expression, as she listens to the jizz number the band's putting out. Thraknor gulps some more whiskey. Glances at the girl again, and then mutters some more. Thraknor 's eyes are starting to glaze a bit. Thraknor takes another large quaff of whiskey. Thraknor finishes the whiskey, then leans back in his chair and covers his face with both hands. Thraknor is leaned back in his chair with his hands over his eyes, the whiskey is finished. The girl near the band appears engrossed in listening to them, her slender fingers tapping out an unhearable -- at least from across the room, and probably not very audible up close either -- rhythm on the side of the mug from which she's drinking. Thraknor groans slightly."Women..." Thraknor sisghs heavily and takes his hands from in front of his face. Thraknor grrrs and bangs his fist on the table. Thraknor glances at the band. The honey-haired girl with the braids hasn't gone away; neither have the other few females present in the bar, including the tall brawny lady with black dreadlocks framing her skull playing sabacc with a comparatively small Barabel, the feathery little female humanoid flittering from the table she had been sitting at to a new one where a trio of other representatives of her species are parked, and the one female in the band, a Twi'lek, who is of all things the drummer. Her head-tails swing as she pounds out the beat for the jizz number's climax. Thraknor grabs his tankard and heads back to the bar reaching into his jacket for creds. Thraknor his hand comes up with not enough credits. Thraknor puts the tankard on the bar and begins searching his person for creds. The bartender hasn't gone away, either. The big Corellian unruffledly builds something involving multiple hues and flavors of alcohol, as well as some actual fruit, into a very tall glass. Once this is shoved off to its happily expectant customer, the man slings out three ales and sends them sliding neatly down the bar. Thraknor puts his left hand into his pocket and pulls out some creds, a smile crosses his face. Thraknor drops the credits on the bar. "One more if you pleash, kind shir. Thraknor glances around at the lovely women in the bar. Lerren swings his bulky form around, notes the credits and the state of the individual presenting them, but doesn't appear particularly bothered. A third whiskey is poured out, this time from a fresh bottle. Thraknor says "Thanks, you're saint and a sinner..or something like that." Thraknor picks up the tankard and heads back to the table. "Every Corellian strives his best," replies the barkeep, without batting an eyelash. Thraknor sits down closer to the band this time. Thraknor begins slowly drinking his whiskey. They've finished their jizz number, to desultory applause, and one absentminded half-smile from the girl with the honey-gold hair. They don't take much more than a breath's worth of pause before the lead singer, a tall and handsome enough felinoid male who catches the eye despite the raggedness of his striped pelt, starts belting out a new song, in what's probably his native tongue or something akin to it, with all the throaty growls it involves. Thraknor looks at the honey-golden haired girl with some interest. Thraknor trying to focus he begins staring at her. Thraknor takes another drink to try to clear his vision, and looks again. Closer up, she can be seen to be young, on the thin side, her eyes slightly hollowed as though she's gone without proper rest for some time -- but then, that's not unusual on Nar Shaddaa. She still sits with her face ostensibly pointed towards the performers, although her gaze is directed inward as she sips from her mug. Whatever it's got in it casts very faint tendrils of steam up and around her features. Thraknor says "lovely girl...", quietly." Thraknor takes another drink of whiskey. Thraknor looks up at the band to try to see what she sees. Thraknor takes another long drink of whiskey. Thraknor suddenly finishes off his whiskey. The band? Well, the felinoid lead singer is belting out his song with a fair amount of passion and a credible ability to stay on key, although it's tough to guess whether he'd be singing in any more respectable establishments; his tail lashes back and forth as he stalks the short distance of the stage in song. The Twi'lek drummer appears to be the most competent of the four-piece ensemble, laying down an unwavering beat as the other two musicians, a short orange being whose seven-fingered hands scramble over its keyboard, and a wiry human male with a guitar, carry the melody along with skill nobody would write home about. Thraknor Addresses the honey-golden haired girl. "Excush me miss..miss... Solo comes through the double swinging doors and enters the bar from the floor outside. Solo has arrived. Solo clumps in, greasy and smelling like a charbroiled mynock. The girl's blue-green gaze swings round to the individual addressing her. "You'd be speakin' to me?" she asks the man nearby, startled. Thraknor says "Um , yesh, i hat eto bother you..you seemed intent on the band but, what are you drinking, it smells quite good." "Shakla," replies the young woman, her brow furrowed a bit as she notes the slight slur in her addresser's voice. "Lerren can be makin' ye some up at the bar, if you're wantin' a mug. With or without brandy." Solo stomps over to the bar, and bellows, obnoxiously, "Lerren, by the Maw, you shoulda told me you don't do carryout!" Thraknor nods wobbly."Um, thanks, you very nice.. Thraknor smiles at the young woman. Thraknor says "By the by, my name is Thraknor, and you are?" At the bar, the Corellian on duty swings around at the hail, and smirks in amusement. "Lost my best skimmer driver last week, y' pirate," he sallies back easily. "Tragic loss, I'm sure you'll agree." The girl in her seat pauses over her shakla mug, her gaze flicking briefly towards the bar at that bellowed shout, then back up to the man before her. "Ye may call me Rell," she replies warily, her words accented with a brogue. Solo leans at the bar, as is customary and proper, and leers. "I had nothing to do with it, the guy was flashing credits around. They took him for five, you know. You run cheap." Thraknor says "Well, thank you Rell, and may I say you are a lovely young lady." Thraknor stands up very carefully, so the room doesn't move and walks slowly back to the bar. Thraknor begins searching for credits on his person again. Shaking his head in mock sorrow, the Corellian bartender slings something frothy into a pair of mugs, sends them off down the opposite direction of the bartop to their intended grasping appendages, and informs Solo, "Just tragic. A man just can't get traladon in to save his life anymore." He lifts his black gaze, though, as the whiskey customer returns, and he adds dryly to him, "You back for another shot, pal?" Solo glances to the side at the 'pal'. Solo's gaze travels over the rich clothing a moment, looking thoughtful. Thraknor says "No shir..the young lady suggests Shakla, without the brandy, and ladies are generally correct." Thraknor drops some credits on the bar. Thraknor looks at the man at the bar. Deprived of the need to have to answer the compliment slung at her, the girl called Rell smirks into her shakla mug and diverts her attention back to the band. The wailing felinoid on stage concludes his number, and with that, the four members of the band scurry offstage for a break. Thraknor says "Hello, Shir..." .oO (Lady?) flicks the thought across the bartender's gaze, and he sweeps the bar for a moment, marking the females present. He studies Thraknor a little more closely, but remains amiable, turning around to grab a glass pot of steaming water off a heater ring and ingredients for the drink that's been ordered. "That's some fancy gear to be wearing around here, pal," Solo comments, grinning. "Anyone try to, ah, lighten you?" Thraknor You see a young man strong with work and tan from being outdoors. He is not tall, and wearing a very nice outfit. He is wearing a nice white silk shirt, midnight blue pants, dark black leather shoes, and a dark brown suede jacket. He is also wear a small blaster on his hip, that his hand is resting on, not in anger, more like just a place for his hand to be. His dark brown hair, and sharp features contrast his shining dark blue eyes. Thraknor says "Not recently, why you tryin'? He's got just about everything anyway." Thraknor points at the bartender.. Thraknor says "I like to look good, cloths make the man..." Thraknor says "Of course, men make cloths..kind of an odd saying really..." "Hey, just doing my honest business," says Lerren sagely, as he pours ingredients into hot water, grabs a spoon, and begins to stir the mixture. What results is something steaming and thick and foaming on the top, rich-smelling. "Here yah go, pal. Cheaper than the whiskey." Solo mmhmms. "Just seems a good way to get killed around here. Thought you'd want to know." Thraknor says "Why thank you kind, Sir..May I know the name of such a good samaritan?" Thraknor picks up the mug of Shakla. Solo murmurs, taken a bit aback, "Solo. I think the sign warning beings of looking good around here was stolen." Thraknor says "Well, nice to meet you Mr Solo, I am Thraknor, sadly much poorer than I look.." Thraknor holds out a hand to Solo. The girl with the honey-gold hair gets up from her table, her now empty mug in hand, and she approaches the bar, but from a different angle. "I'm off duty," she comments distractedly to a sentient who waves a hopeful paw at her, wanting something new to drink, and aims her course for the open side of Lerren's little countered island. Solo shakes his hand firmly, noting, "Well, you got that going for you then. Just stopping through this corner of nothing?" Thraknor nods slowly and takes a sip of the Shakla. "Just working around here is all. Eying Rell's approach, the bartender turns towards her and intercepts her before she reaches him, murmuring something to her quietly: "Kid, won't be much longer. H'rruuk's off-shift in fifteen. You gonna make it?" "Aye, Lerren, just let me get another mug and I'll keep awake," the girl murmurs back. Thraknor takes a longer sip of Shakla. "Working," the tall Corellian repeats. "Working at that drinking arm." He smirks, then adds, "Guess it's a way to pass time." Thraknor smiles slightly. "What about you? What do you do Mr. Solo? Solo answers neutrally, "I fly. Trade, probably just like you." Thraknor nods. "I just move boxes Mr. Solo, I'm no pilot.. The bartender gives the girl a paternal pat on her shoulder, and sets her down on an unoccupied stool. "Like you said, kid, you're off-duty. Gimme that mug." Rell smiles a bit and does as Lerren requests; now within earshot of the two conversing men, the young woman straightens up a bit, doing a credible imitation of someone who isn't tired. Solo ahhs. "Cargo handler then..." Thraknor says "All I can offer anyone right now.." Thraknor says "You don't need a handler do you?" Lerren gruffs out, "Keep your shirt on a moment," as the furred being who'd hailed Rell in transit to the bar scurries up and squeaks out a request for attention; the creature sags petulantly, but does actually wait, as the Corellian behind the bar puts together another mug of the shakla and presents it to the girl. "There you go, kid." Solo rubs his chin, conceding, "Yeah, a lot of people around here need it." He catches sight of Rell, but keeps talking, "Might want to tone down the duds, unless you can shoot that blaster as well as you dress." Thraknor chuckles."If were a bit heavier I might have a chance, I never could get the knack for these light things.. Rellawy murmurs to the bartender, "Thank ye, Lerren," and sips at the renewed contents of her mug. Lerren nods easily, and _then_ turns to the little squeaking being to attend to its order. Thraknor takes a gulp of hot Shakla. Solo raises his eyebrows. "Heavier? Well, no use wishing for it, you might as well make due with what you have." Thraknor smiles up at Solo. "Yep. well that's why I carry it, it's all I got right now.. Solo admits, "Yeah, good idea." He taps a hand on the bartop, saying, "The usual, if you don't mind, Lerren." Thraknor takes another drink of Shakla, breathing a sigh of relief. Thraknor smiles at Solo. "You're a good egg, ya know.. Solo laughs a bit harshly, but his words hold little malice. "Thanks, I think. You're a bit odd, yourself. Seem to be doing well though." Thraknor says "Well, I'm better with less whiskey in me, just had a bad night is all..." Rell's brow crinkles as the talk of blasters reaches her, but she doesn't comment, her gaze turning introspective again. Lerren nods amiably to Solo, and, the moment he's free, slings out an ale for the younger Corellian. As he does, the door opens up, catching the attention of the big ursoid being on duty guarding it; what enters is another ursoid, even larger, but one the first clearly knows. The two start talking to one another in lowly rumbled and urgent snuffled noises; evidently, the second one has brought some news that alarms the first. Catching sight of this, Rell sits up on her stool, now eying the door; Lerren, too, slides a glance that way as the two beings anxiously converse. Thraknor groan slightly."Women...", then takes another drink of Shakla. Solo asks, "Yeah? What happened?" He nods his thanks at the ale, and chuckles. "Oh..." Thraknor says "I got it way bad for her...and worse..." When the two bear-creatures look up at last, the smaller one lumbers over to Lerren, squinting worriedly at the bartender. Lerren frowns and steps to the sentient, muttering, "What's going on, H'rruuk?" The ursoid whinegroans out his reply, and whatever it is he tells Lerren makes the Corellian frown even harder. "You _both_ have to go?" From the door, the bigger ursoid puts in a comment that, in sound, is something akin to the noise of a boulder being pushed down a hill. H'rruuk replies a long drawn-out plea to Lerren, then, slides an equally anxious glance down the length of the bar to Rell, who sits watching their exchange with more than a little alarm in her face. Thraknor says "Uh, Solo..Do you know what's goin' on?" Solo gets over whatever bitter amusement he had about his friend's problems, and shakes his head. "No...and as for the woman, forget her. Nothing but trouble." There is a special wry tone to his advice. Lerren shoves a stocky hand through his greying hair, muttering to H'rruuk, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Family, den-sister and all that. Yeah, go on, go both of you, I'll make sure she's okay. Report back when you can." H'rruuk barks out something grateful-sounding, then turns to Rell again, his furred head quirking anxiously; the girl says only, "Go, and quickly. I'll be fine." The smaller ursoid nods, thankful, worried; with that, he lumbers back to his companion at the door, and the two big beings vanish off into the night. Thraknor says "Well, sadly she's my boss.." Solo winces and gives Thraknor an incredulous look. "You're doomed, pal." Thraknor turns to Lerren. "Can I help at all...?" Thraknor nods to Solo, and takes a big gulp of shakla. Solo also turns, but to Rell, giving her a deadpan look. Lerren, frowningly, turns to Thraknor. "Not unless you know anything more than the local med-droid about K'shannaar anatomy. H'rruuk and H'rraal have it covered, pal. And don't even think it, Rell, you're staying right here." This, clearly, is tossed back to the young woman. Rell sits there now with a noticeably whiter face. Her gaze meets Solo's, but she says nothing, merely clutches her mug in her slender fingers. Solo murmurs, "What's goin' on, Lerren?" Thraknor says "Okay, just thought I'd offer..." Thraknor takes another drink of shakla. The bartender glances at Solo, then out the door, and sighs. "H'rraal and H'rruuk, they're den-brothers, see? They got a den-sister here with them, too, and, well, hells, it seems she got mugged tonight, and she's in pieces at what passes for the med center around here." Thraknor sighs sadly. Solo winces, sympathetically. "Rough. You know, just the other day, I came across a big crowd around some kid that'd be hit with some small speeder or something." Lerren adds, casting a look down at the white-faced Rell, "It was H'rruuk's turn to get her home safe tonight," he murmurs, too quietly for the girl to hear. Then he quirks a brow at the other man. "Yeah?" Solo nods and shrugs, a skilled mix, and takes a drink. Thraknor says "So, Mr. Solo, basically I'm here to drown my sorrows..." Thraknor finishes his shakla and puts the mug back down on the table. Solo mutters, sobered by the news despite his attempts to be jaded, "Yeah, join the club, pal." Thraknor says "Maybe we could get her home safe Mr. Solo..." Thraknor says "i'm only mostly inebriated...I'm a good target anyway..." Thraknor smiles slightly. Solo gives the man an odd look, then looks to Lerren, questioning, "Would it help?" Evidently able to imagine the sort of situation that must have arisen in the crowd Solo'd described, Lerren, now frowning rather more intently, turns back to the business at hand, of providing the means in which sorrows can be neatly dunked. He pauses, though, in the middle of opening up another bottle of ale, eying the two men. "Well, it's either get home now, or wait till I kick everybody out of here for closing time, and that ain't for three more hours. Either way, Rell ain't leavin' this bar alone, but I suggest you take it up with her." Thraknor stands up and straightens his jacket and shirt, then turns to Rell. Rell, now perfectly able to hear Lerren's louder words, sits up and puts in with a dark frown of her own, "Lerren, they need not." Thraknor says "It would be an honorMiss Miss Rell." Solo switches his attention to Rell, looking at her pointedly. "Either you stay here and head out when more crazies are out, or you let us take you home." Thraknor puts his hand on the bar to steeady himself. Solo watches Thrak dubiously, noting sarcastically, "You're not in much shape to fend off muggers, pal." Thraknor says "Nope, but they'll slow down to take me down and you and her can get away.." Thraknor smiles widely. Solo laughs harshly and shakes his head, taking a drink as he watches Rell. Rell shoots a heated stare at her employer, and Lerren shoots a stony one back at her; at last, though, the girl gets to her feet and comes round the bar, eying the two men. To Thraknor, she says sternly, "You'll not be puttin' yourself to risk of harm on my account, not if you cannae defend yourself." Thraknor says "I can still fight..besides they might beat some sense into me..." Thraknor grins up at Solo. Solo mutters, "By the Maw, a heroic masochist..." He finishes his ale, straightening. "You going to stay here and be afraid, Rell?" The girl actually goes slightly paler, tension around her eyes, her mouth tautening at each end. "You _will not_," she repeats, "put yourself in harm's way for me!" Then she whirls around and snaps to Solo, "It isnae a question of fear, damn ye, Solo! I dinnae want him hurt because of me!" Solo holds up a hand and his mug, defensively, "Alright, alright...! What do you want to do then?" Thraknor says "Relax girlie, I been beaten up by some of the best, besides, if push comes to shove people duck when a blaster goes off" Thraknor says "Whether it's close to them or not..." Solo comments under his breath, "Or they shoot back." Thraknor says "Way to go Solo," Rell does not quite turn back around to face Thraknor, though her head turns slightly in his direction as she tells him shortly, "I dinnae care who's beaten you up before. I willnae stand for someone else bein' beaten up due to me." Lerren keeps staring at the girl pointedly, and she is clearly aware of it, as her cheeks take on a slow but steady angry blush. She finally grits out, appending, "If ye both wish to be doin' this, then we wait till he is steady enough on his feet that he'll not be easy prey." Solo makes inarticulate protesting motions, looking peeved. Thraknor says "I'm fine, really, besides, the more people the better..." Thraknor takes his hand from the bar and walks around the room. Solo watches him, then shakes his head, pushing himself up and scowling. "Fine, he can sober and take care of you. I'm tired of this babysitting nonsense." Thraknor says "Nonsense...?" Solo growls something under his breath and slouches, hooking a thumb on his blaster belt. Rell's blush turns back towards white, and she hurls an angry glower in Solo's direction. "For one thing, Corellian, I didnae ask for your assistance; for another, you should be gettin' yer eyes examined, if you think a girl of two and twenty is an infant! To the netherhells with both of ye, I'll wait for Lerren!" Enraged, she spins on her heel, ready to stalk off. Thraknor says "Solo, we need to help this young lady..." Thraknor says "Good work, Slick..." Thraknor says "Go talk to her.." Solo retorts, "Yeah, both times I've seen you outside this place, you were handling it -real good- by yourself, weren't you." He turns abruptly to Thraknor, shaking his head. "It's not my problem," he protests. Lerren rolls his eyes, muttering, "Khilanni temper," and sends another drink sliding around the bar towards a customer who maintains a blissful alcoholic unawareness of the argument going on nearby. Thraknor says "You volunteered..." Solo shakes his head, saying quickly, "I don't have to force help on anyone, pal." Thraknor says "No wonder you problems with women..." Thraknor says "Hey, if you're not going to help fine, I'll see what I can do..." Evidently, Rellawy heard that last shot of Solo's quite well -- but she stops for a fraction of an instant, something in his words perhaps startling her. But only for an instant. Without bothering to turn around, she snarls over her shoulder, "I'll not be needin' any help from _you_! With help like that, I might as well go give myself to the weasel now!" Ignoring the stares she's getting from some of the more sober patrons, she stalks towards the back of the bar, aiming for the kitchen. Solo's face flushes at the man's comment about his problems with women, and his fist lashes out cleanly to the other's jaw. Thraknor takes the hit right in the face and staggers into bar grasping it to keep from falling. Thraknor says "OWWWW!" Thraknor grasps the side of face in shock. Rell stops cold in the middle of her retreat, as though she'd just been stun-blasted in the back, though without a crumple to the floor. Solo looks a bit surprised at himself and steps back. No apologies, though, but he mutters at the bartender, of all people, "Uh, sorry about that...put damage on my tab," before turning to beat a distinctly embarrassed retreat. Thraknor starts rubbing his jaw. "Hey, I really didn't need that... Thraknor mutters,"Son of b*tch...oww.. Thraknor watches Solo leave. Rell turns around, her angry expression having turned to something entirely different, somewhere between strain and wariness and surprise, all at once. Her gaze goes first to Solo, and she blinks at him several times, rapidly; then, with a short sharp jerk of her head, she snaps her gaze to Thraknor. In five quick strides she returns to the bar, uttering in an oddly strangled tone, "Are ye hurt?" Solo walks quickly out, follows by the bleary gazes of half the establishment. Solo pushes open the swinging double doors and exits. Solo has left. Thraknor says "No..not badly, told ya I could a hit even in this state.." Thraknor says "Got some ice though...?" Thraknor is still rubbing his chin. Thraknor says "I can't believe he sucker punched me..." Thraknor points out the door with one hand while rubbing his chin with the other."He sucker punched me.. The girl lifts a hand towards Thraknor's punched jaw for a moment; oddly, the hand shakes, before she draws it back. Still in that same strangled little tone, she says, "Lerren, give 'im ice... please." She turns as she speaks, heading for the door, her face filled with dismay. Thraknor turns to Rell. Thraknor says "Hey, Rell, where ya goin'?" Lerren frowns, not yet reaching for the ice bin. "Rell, where the hells are you going?" he says sharply, echoing Thraknor. "I'll not stand for that kind of hurt either," she calls back cryptically, striding straight for the door. You push open the double doors and leave the bar. Level 800 - Corellian Sector [Nar Shaddaa](#281RFL) The circular area is busy, though not harried, as various beings hurry through on their way to the business parts of this tower. Clear paths of traffic are defined by more stationary groups of beings, and the current streams through, eddies into pools of conversation, only to go whooshing along into the linktube, or any number of entries along the borders of the floor. It is a comfortable mix of lawlessness and residential living. The Corellian home-away-from-home bar, the Burning Deck, is to the west, and a linktube leads off the tower to the northwest. There is a turbolift here. (OOC: Type '+level list'). Contents: Solo Obvious exits: Burning Deck Linktube 102 Thraknor comes out of the Burning Deck bar. Thraknor has arrived. Thraknor runs out. Thraknor holding his jaw."Hey... Solo is trying to push through crowds around the linktube, but seems to be forced to wait his turn. He's not happy about this. Thraknor says "I'm missing something aren't I?" The doors of the Burning Deck fly open as Rell comes striding through them, Thraknor in her wake. The girl, however, ignores him, and as she sweeps the vicinity with her gaze and spies Solo's distant figure, she swings her course straight towards him, moving swiftly. When she is within hailing distance, she calls raggedly, "Captain Solo!" Thraknor says "Ah.....damn." Solo turns his head, scowls, scowls further upon seeing Thraknor, and renews his push toward the tube. Thraknor hangs back just outside the doors of the Burning Deck keeping an eye on Rell. _Dammit._ The look is apparent enough in the girl's expression, as Rell falters a moment, bemused; then, her strained and still white face tightening again, making her look like she's fighting off a growing headache, she hollers out, "Damn ye, Solo, I was goin' to apologize!" Now, it would seem, she sees no reason to bother, and Rell turns around to stalk back the way she came, squeezing through the crowds with somewhat more luck than either the Corellian or the man who had been following her, as she is smaller. Solo growls, just able to be heard, "I don't need your apology!" and finally pushes through, disappearing. Solo steps into the linktube and is carried off to a neighboring tower. Solo has left. Thraknor says "Oh, well.." Thraknor says "Rell.." Not uttering another word, her features still white and set, Rellawy stalks past her other erstwhile escort and re-enters the bar. You step through double winging doors and enter the bar. Burning Deck - Lvl 800 - Corellian Sector [Nar Shaddaa] The warm, chaotic light of live flame brightens the center of the establishment, casting moving shadows about the room. A raised firepit occupies the center of the room, kept alive by gases and some of the cheaper drinks; the smoke is whisked into a chiminy tube above. Table, long, round and square, dot the spacious room, and the occasional ragged band plays not-so-stellar music. The occasional relic is displayed on the walls; an assassin droid's head unit, a blaster with most of the barrel slagged off, and a scrap of blaster Mandaloran armor are some of the displays. The atmosphere, unlike some places on Nar Shaddaa, is relaxed, even in the face of the prevailent sense of danger and adventure. A pair of blaster beaten swinging double doors leads out to the level floor to the east. Obvious exits: Out Thraknor comes through the double swinging doors and enters the bar from the floor outside. Thraknor has arrived. Thraknor weaves back to the bar, and hopefully some ice. Thraknor says "Are you okay Rell?" "Dinnae ask, Lerren," Rell says to the bartender without looking at him as she passes his post. Over her shoulder to Thraknor, and without breaking stride as she aims for the back of the bar, she replies shortly, "No, I am not." Thraknor says "Can I help at all?" "No," the girl says, "ye cannot." Mutely watching her trek to the back of the building, Lerren blows out a sigh, then digs into the coolant unit for an coldpak to give to Thraknor. Thraknor holds up both hands innocently. "Sorry.. Thraknor looks at Lerren. "Thanks, put it on his bill." Thraknor smiles at Lerren. "Um..I guess Rell will wait for you to be finished here.." "'Tisnae your fault," says Rell, sharply, loudly enough to carry to Thraknor, before she finally vanishes off into the kitchen. The bartender snorts, then says, "Guess so. Well, just hafta make do." Thraknor says "Oh, well, thanks for coldpak, tell Rell, despite everything it was nice meeting her.." Thraknor says "See you later I'm sure.." Lerren eyes the young man levelly, and allows, "I'll tell her." Thraknor turns for the door, and begins to head out. Thraknor says "I can't believe he sucker punched me.." Thraknor walks out the doors. Thraknor pushes open the swinging double doors and exits. Thraknor has left. [End log.]