Log Date:
	10/8/98

Log Cast:
	Joir, Morrison, Jairen, Shenner, Azya, Tarlin, Ariani (NPC),
Ozzle, Wil (NPC), Tegger (NPC), Dak, Pallando

Log Intro:
	The last several days have been quiet ones for both Shenner and the
Sandbar, at least musically speaking, for Rekkie Sheldon's entire band has
gone on vacation, on a trip arranged before Shenner joined up with them.
Accordingly, the young woman has been trying to pass the time, working
on her studies and on Rekkie's advice about trying to write down what she
remembers of her dreams to help get them out of her head while watching
over the older woman's house for her. And she's been working on her
music, including getting to know the intricacies of the new harp that
Jessalyn Valios has given her... and her ongoing efforts to try to reproduce
the odd musics that the sword-carrying individual by the name of Jairen had
produced with her guitar. 
	As it happens, though, music is not the only area in which the
mysterious Jairen possesses impressive skill...

----------
You enter the Sandbar.
The Sandbar
        A large circular room creates the main part of Caspar's infamous 
  SandBar. Dark wood paneled walls adorned with all sorts of paraphanalia set 
  the relaxed athmosphere of the bar. Photographs and holovids are pinned 
  randomly around, seemingly with no order at all. Posters from years past 
  hang proudly, displaying obscure bits of Plaxton's recent history. Several 
  windows made from a deep blue glass allow light in from outside, while still 
  keeping the appearance of the bar rather dark. Along one curved wall a 
  marble bar stands proudly, where Ariani busies herself making drinks and 
  cleaning occational spots of the bar. There is an abundant amount of seating 
  in here. You notice quite a few booths and tables, as well as a loft which 
  protrudes out over the bar. A popular local band plays smooth jazz in the 
  background. 
----For help with tables, type "PLACE HELP"
----For help with drinks, type "BAR HELP"
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Jairen
=> Tarlin
=> Joir
=> Azya
=> Ariani
=> Emma
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <OUT> leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City.

Joir nods at Tarlin's explanation, sharing his military background he 
  understands what he is saying. His face loses some aspect of being an 
  impassive mask, replaced by a knowing grin, when he speaks his voice is 
  still low, but missing much of its usual arrogance "Indeed, indeed"

Morrison enters the Sandbar.
Morrison has arrived.

Jairen glances over at the newcomers and steps out of their way, as he is 
  still in the doorway.
Jairen looks at you for a moment.

The figure of Shenner slips into the Sandbar, lightly rain-soaked, sans 
  umbrella, carrying nothing but a sturdy bag of some kind slung over her 
  back. "'Scuse me," are the first words out of her mouth, as she nearly 
  collides with Jairen.

Azya looks at you for a moment.

Morrison walks into the sand bar. His jacket collar pulled up around his ears 
  against the evening chill. The two guards that normally accompany him are no 
  where to be seen, but taht doesn't mean they aren't nearby.

Shenner can, further, be seen to give Jairen a slight half-smile; glancing 
  over her shoulder, though, she gets swiftly out of the way of others coming 
  into the bar. The girl's apparently interested in two things: a) a seat, and 
  b) something hot to drink, and for the acquiring of the latter, she starts 
  scanning the bar for the former, waving to Ariani.

Jairen nods slightly to Shenner. "That is quite alright . It was my fault." 
  his his reply in an oddly and melodically accented voice.

Tarlin glances over his shoulder as the door opens. Turning back to the people 
  he is with. "It seams you have been if the service." Looking toward the 
  woman "Im sorry I am Tarlin"

Morrison approaches the bar and takes up a seat near it's end. He appears 
  intent on darkness and sinks into the deep shadows there.

Jairen decides to finally get out of the doorway and also head for the bar, 
  ordering his usual chilled wine.

Joir turns to examine the newcomers, subjecting each of them to an intense 
  examination. Recognising Morrison, he gives him a polite nod to acknowledge 
  his presence, before turning back to Azya and Tarlin.

Azya shakes her head. "Quite alright...I understand. I"m Azya Portus." She 
  sets her cup down, extending her hand. "Nice to meet you..." She smiles 
  warmly.

Shenner flicks a grin in Jairen's direction as she settles down on a stool; 
  Ariani, in the meantime, presents her a big steaming mug of something that 
  smells like both chocolate and brandy, along with a steady, "So have you 
  heard from the others, kiddo?"

From the shadows at the end of the bar dark forms can be seen moving. At the 
  very end a flicker of orange flame illuminates Morrison's face for an 
  instant and receads into the bright dot of buring tobac.

Tarlin gently taking Azia's hand "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am sorry to 
  you both if I seem a bit upset"

"Vacationing and havin' the time of their lives," Shenner proclaims sagely, 
  taking up her mug of shakla gratefully. "They sent me a holo."

Joir gives Tarlin a half salute acknowledging his supposition. Some pride is 
  evident in his voice when he speaks, "Not just any service Lt, I was a true 
  groundpounder - Didn't get to play with toys in space"

Azya grips Tarlin's hand firmly, her eyes twinkling. As she withdraws it, she 
  again takes up her cup, drinking a small amount. Leaning back in her chair, 
  she glances from Joir to Tarlin, content to just listen.

Jairen smiles and nods at Shenner again as he notes her grin. He slips onto 
  his own stool as he sips his wine, and looks around the room again.

Tarlin grins a bit "What service was you in if I may ask?

Shenner and Ariani fall into light chatting, then. The young redhead slings 
  her big leather bag off her shoulder, settling it very carefully down on the 
  floor beside her stool, in towards her feet so that the feet of passersby 
  can't tread upon it. Shenner, it would seem, is in fairly high spirits, 
  though her clothes might seem as though she's slept in them. Every so often 
  she fidgets with the necklace hanging about her neck, while she converses 
  with the bartender -- about the Sandbar's regular musicians, or current lack 
  thereof. About music, and about college.

Joir stares Tarlin fully in the eyes, obviously deciding what he should tell 
  this Marine, who is after all a Casparian and not Imperial. However, the 
  pride in his past takes over and he reaches down and rolls up the left side 
  of his jet-black jacket to reveal a deep purple tatoo portraying an Imperial 
  Insignia with crossed forcepikes and the letters I.R.G. he says quietly, and 
  simply "The best"

Azya eyes the tatoo on Joir's arm, her eyes surprised for a moment before she 
  smiles. "Wow...I was always sure to avoid them when I was in training." She 
  rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her coffee.

Jairen sips his wine slightly, watching the trio's conversation from a few 
  seats away. Seeing the shape of the tatoo his brows go up just a tad, but he 
  doesn't move or likewise react any other way.

Tarlin nods with a grin "Perhaps."Glancing over his shoulder as if the whole 
  world was starring at the back of his head like a targett.

Out of the Corner of his eye Joir sees various people straining to see that 
  tatoo, and covers it up quickly, flashing them a slight smile. He is about 
  to turn to gauge Tarlins reaction when he hears Azya's comment. He asks her 
  quietly, "What training was that?"

Tarlin Nods

"So the Xenomusicology department at the University, they took my application 
  anyway," Shenner might be heard remarking to Ariani. Either the bartender 
  knows what the young musician is talking about, or else is doing a fine job 
  of pretending. She listens knowingly as the younger woman satisfiedly 
  proclaims that she's got a contact in at the university; all the while, 
  Ariani briskly puts together drinks, handing them off to their intended 
  recipients, taking their credits in return.

Joir looks at you for a moment.

Azya shakes her head. "The training I dropped out of when they tried to screw 
  me over..." she mutters. With a sigh, she looks up at Joir. "I was training 
  to be a TIE pilot."

Joir raises his eyebrows as if to indicate surprise. Then narrows his eyes, 
  turning to gaze at Azya intently, obviously wondering why someone who 
  trained to fly TIEs is now working in a Swoop shop, instead of, well, flying 
  TIEs. When he speaks his voice is somewhat strained "What happened?"

Jairen turns his attention back to the young woman at the bar and the 
  bartender, also a few seats away, listening to that conversation for a while 
  and smiling to himself, almost paternally, as he continues to drink in 
  silence.

"You got that hang of that harp thing yet, Shen?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm getting to 
  know 'er... found a lesson disc on Mikkla, I have _got_ to go visit that 
  world someday, ya know, 'Ani?" The conversation of the musician and the 
  bartender keeps up in bits and pieces, since Ariani has to keep making her 
  way up and down the bar, and occasionally must give drinks to a waitress 
  carrying them off to tables.

Tarlin Looks at the two he is seated with "Perhaps a table?"

Ozzle enters the Sandbar.
Ozzle has arrived.

Tarlin sits drinking coffee with Joir and Azya.

Ozzle strides confidantly through the enterance to the establishment, his 
  steps sounding of unquestioned self-importance. His crimson eyes sweep 
  across the room, quickly taking in the patrons and their activities. With no 
  sound save for the harsh clicking of his polished boots against the floor, 
  he makes his way inside, approaching the bar.

Shen keeps lightly nursing that shakla, and as Ariani goes off to check on new 
  customers, the girl glances down with a brief glimmer of pleased pride in 
  her green eyes at the bag at her feet. She's got her left hand twined round 
  in her necklace chain, the mug in her right hand's fingers.

Joir turns to look at Ozzle, examining intensely with his cold grey eyes. 
  Although his face remains impassive his eyes suggest that he dislikes people 
  who bask in self-importance, ironic from a man who can be as arrogant as 
  himself. He leans closer to Tarlin and asks with a muted voice "Who is that?"

Tarlin leans over

There is suddenly a sharp cry of pain and and loud THUMP from Jairen's general 
  direction. As eyes flick over to that section of the bar, the Swordsman is 
  seen with one hand still around his wine glass, the other holding a young 
  human's hand in a vicious wrist lock that's efficiently imobilized him. 
  "That was unwise, young one...."

Tarlin glances over his shoulder toward the yell

Azya turns sharply to face Jairen's direction. Her eyes narrow slightly, her 
  hands closing into fists in her lap.

Shenner's green gaze snaps around in Jairen's direction. Astonished at the 
  blur of his movements -- and then at the human he's caught -- Shenner 
  blinks. There's a sudden flash of sympathy in her gaze, though whether for 
  the captor or the captee is anybody's guess.

Ozzle steps up to the bar, motioning vaguely for the barkeep's attention. He 
  seems to pay no attention to the ruckus nearby, though his pupiless eyes 
  quickly dart in that direction to assess the situation. "A fixer. Heavy of 
  the gheft." He remains standing, leaning stiffly against the wooden bartop.

Joir nods to Tarlin as he hears what he has to say, turning his head back to 
  examine Ozzle once again - more carefully this time. He ignores the noise 
  behind him, it is obviously inconsequential compared to his interest in 
  Ozzle.

A burly young man has also turned his attention in the direction of Jairen and 
  the apparent... pickpocket? Not overly tall, this human doesn't look overly 
  bright, either -- or perhaps that's just because he's clearly had a few. He 
  glowers, in a slightly muzzy sort of glower, off in the direction of Jairen 
  and his captive, and then hauls himself to his feet.

Tarlin looks toward the noise more closy "If youl excuse me Ill be right back"

Jairen pushes the young man away from him by his wrist. "Next time you wish to 
  aquire funds through dishonest means, young one, choose a different target 
  in a different setting."

Ariani, in the meantime, nods evenly to Ozzle, even as she casts a sharp 
  glance in Jairen and the young human's direction. The bartender hasn't 
  interfered, not yet, though from the look in her eye, she may well do so if 
  she has to.

Ozzle takes a tall glass of viscous green liguid from the distracted barkeep. 
  As he lifts it to his lips to enjoy a pull, his attention seems to drift 
  off... not truly settling anywhere in particular. His expression remains 
  stoic and regal.

Joir nods absently to Tarlin, obviously still engrossed by the other figure at 
  the bar. His face remains impassive as he continues to size him up, however 
  his eyes lose some of their sharpness, now knowing Ozzles identity he 
  appears to be thinking deeply about something.

The burly young man, glowering rather more deeply, lumbers nearer to Jairen, 
  and pipes up in a voice that rather matches his muzzy eyes, "Hey, you. Pal. 
  What're you doing shoving my friend around? He messin' with you, Wil?"

Tarlin walks to where Ozzle stands and tosses some coins on the bar to pay for 
  his drink. He then turns and returns to his seat.

Jairen sighs slightly as he notes the other man and stands up only slightly 
  from his stool. He still holds his wine glass in his left hand.

"Messin' wit' me?" Comes the smaller man's reply. "You kiddin'? The chummer 
  near broke me hand!"

Shenner peers briefly, with a narrow-eyed interest, at the... aye, that'd be a 
  pickpocket. The redhead slides her silver-and-brass necklace down underneath 
  her shirt, her expression going studiously neutral. And in the meantime, 
  Ariani, straightening up behind the bar, bellows out at the burly newcomer, 
  "Oh, no, Tegger, don't _even_ think about it...!"

Not thinking about things is apparently Tegger's speciality. He swaggers 
  toward Jairen, the glower turning into a slightly intoxicated scowl, and 
  declares belligerently, "Whaddya mean messin' around with my pal Wil 
  anyway?" And he appends a curse word in a particularly pungent-sounding 
  language.

Jairen arches a brow at the larger human. "He tried to relieve me of a pouch 
  on my belt through illicite means and I simply arrested his attempts. I did 
  not 'mess with him' as you so elequently put it."

Joir turns to Azya, letting his emotionless mask slip into a vague expression 
  of scorn. When he speaks it is again with quiet arrogance, an indication 
  that he believes he is above the chaos "As I said, illdisicpline leads to 
  chaos" His voice grows more cutting "Something you _shoud_ know about it"

Even Ozzle's attention is captured by the entertaining scuffle ensuing down 
  the bar. His lips curl slightly into an almost imperceptable grin as he 
  watches, though he's alert enough to acknowledge the marine who silently 
  pays for his fixer. -Interesting evening. Things are looking up indeed.- As 
  he thinks to himself, his grin lifts another notch.

Azya looks quickly towards Joir, furrowing her brow. "What? I'm sorry...I'm 
  not sure I understand -exactly- what you mean..." She levels a cool gaze at 
  him, crossing her arms across her chest.

Tegger can be seen to lurch a bit, even as he breathes alcohol-laden fumes in 
  Jairen's direction as well as that of anyone within the immediate vicinity. 
  "Well, I just don't think I believe ya," he growls. Oblivious to Ariani's 
  pointed yell of warning -- the bartender is reaching, swiftly, down under 
  the bar -- the man jabs a hand down to the holster at his side, and the 
  blaster that's riding there.

Tarlin looks toward Joir as he takes his seat.

Jairen's other brow goes up as he sees the Tegger's hand go down, but he 
  doesn't move. He doesn't even put down his wine.

"Yeah... yeah... you get 'em..." Comes the crack from Wil.

"Ah, karkin' _hells_," Shenner mutters, rolling her eyes.

Ozzle chuckles softly to himself as he swallows another sip of his drink. 
  -Blasters pulled and aimed at someone other than me... What a strange 
  development.- Regardless, his tallon-like hand drifts slowly towards his 
  waist, dissapearing under the folds of his cloak.

Joir meets Azya's gaze evenly, gracing her with a small smile, his reply is 
  laden with scorn "I think perhaps you do, but that really is no longer of 
  any consequence" Obviously he does not want to completely alienate her, and 
  the last comment is some form of compensation for his tone.

Tarlin stands up quockly and moves away from the table as he draws his side 
  arm "DROP THE BLASTER NOW!!"

Tegger's hand pulls his gun out. The fact that he does this without dropping
  it is testament to the fact that he's either a better gunman than he looks,
  or else he's not as drunk as he looks. As he draws, so does Ariani, who is
  expressively rolling her eyes, producing a slender little gun of her own out
  from under the bar, set on stun. But Tegger is, it would seem, oblivious to
  both her and Tarlin's weapons, as he takes aim at Jairen, at practically
  point-blank range.

Although pretending to ignore the scuffle, Joir has clearly been watching it 
  out of the corner of his eye. When the blaster is drawn he stiffens, 
  obviously an unconscious byproduct of his training, he reaches for the top 
  button of his jacket, but then stops - obviously remembering some prior 
  event. Instead he turns to look at Tarlin, watching him intently - 
  weaponless but still ready for action.

Azya shakes her head slightly, still not getting Joir's point. "I'm 
  sorry...you lost me. What are you talking about?" She glances momentarily at 
  the group in the corner, than back to Joir.

A rasping sound is heard as well as a quick, sharp pinging sound. As the 
  ringing dies, Jairen is holding his sword that somehow got into his hand, 
  pointing out towards his right. It seems he drew it AND crossed the man in 
  front of him in that short time frame. "To pursue this..." come his quiet 
  voice as he retracts his sword and taps the front and top half of the 
  Human's blaster. It falls with a neat thunk to the floor, leaving him 
  holding the powercell and the handle. "... Would be most unwise."

Tegger gapes as his gun falls apart. So does Ariani. And so does Shenner, who 
  breathes out an awed oath. For good measure, she breathes out a couple more 
  in other languages.

Jairen's bright blue eyes have gone cold and focused as the watch the man in 
  front of him, the ornate but obviously functional sword held at a half-ready 
  position between them.

Ozzle cocks an eybrow at the swordsman's speed and wit. Impressive. Dangerous. 
  But not to him. Still, this could prove to be even more interesting than he 
  thought... he'd have given the advantage to the blaster over the average 
  melee weapon on the average day.

Tarlin doesnot seem impressed. He Simply speaks into his com unit as he walks 
  back to his seat.

Joir notes the swordsman's skill also, his grey eyes showing some respect. In 
  his day he used a weapon similar to that - and the skill displayed was on a 
  parr with many of the best. However now he is far more pragmatic, the 
  blaster offering a more versatile - if much cruder method of imposing 
  violence. As Tarlin sits once again he nods and speaks with a slightly 
  ammused tone as he indicates the swordsman "Pretty..."

Aggression drains out of Tegger's face like water down a slanted rooftop. He 
  peers down at what's left of his gun. Then he peers at Jairen's blade. Then 
  he peers at Jairen. And finally, he mumbles something whimpering-sounding 
  along the lines of "Mother...", turns, and bolts out of the bar as fast as 
  his significantly now more wobbly legs can carry him.

Tarlin nods to joir. Then he turns to Azia "So How much did you learn about 
  fighters?"

Shenner, in the meantime, can be heard to make a strangled little noise that 
  suggests she's choking on laughter. Ariani stifles a few coughs of her own, 
  then slips her blaster back down to its hiding place. Then the bartender 
  calls to Jairen, "Neatly done. Your next one's on the house."

Tegger only gets as far as the door... running smack dab into the small group 
  of Marines Tarlin called that were coming in at the moment. "Oh, hello there 
  Tegger..." the Sergent says. "Long time no see..." and then promptly arrests 
  him. Wil is nowhere to be seen.

Joir sees that Azya is still sitting with her arms crossed, obviously waiting 
  for him to answer her question on what he meant by his comments. Shaking his 
  head he turns to her, and speaks slowly, voice chilled by absent of malice 
  "Dont let it concern you Azya" obviously she does not understand what his 
  earlier comments implied, and he does not think it would be productive to 
  spell it out to her.

Cornered by the marines at the door, Tegger gapes and babbles, but, sad to
  say, the poor boy must have been badly frightened. Perhaps he's pretty drunk
  after all.

Jairen smiles at Tegger's reaction, flips the sword around in one hand, and 
  slides it silently back into it's scabbard. Turning around and finishing the 
  last few swallows of the wine in the glass which he never bothered to put 
  down, his normal, happy expression has returned. "Thank you m'lady." He says 
  to Ari, offering his glass. "I am simply pleased that it could end in 
  another way than unnecissary bloodshed."

A touch of dissapointment sttles through the dark Sarian at the bar... far too 
  peaceful an ending. Unfortunate. His glass, no empty, is placed on the bar 
  as Ozzle directs his attention to the general atmosphere of the 
  establishment and the aftermath of the short lived tiff.

Azya shrugs to Joir. 'If you say so..." Turning towards Tarlin, she smiles. "I 
  was in advanced training when I broke my arm in a crash..." She sighs.

Shenner returns her attention to Jairen, and speaks up to him in apparent 
  admiration and approval, "Wow. Damndest thing I've seen in a while." Ariani, 
  in the meantime, grins and pours the swordsman up a refill of his preferred 
  wine.

Jairen smiles at Shenner slightly, sipping his wine. "I use a blade much 
  better than I play the... gui-tar" he seems to stumble with the last word, 
  but the point is made to those in the know.

Tarlin looks at Azias cup "Thats a shame. They droped you becuse you broke 
  your arm?",,,,Noding toward the cup "Would you like a refil?"

Azya shakes her head. "No, thanks. I have to be going.' Standing, she takes a 
  step towards the door before stopping. Turning she grins. "ANd they didn't 
  drop me...I quit. I wasn't going to be messed with. NIght."

"I'm pretty fair with a knife and a blaster," says Shenner straightforwardly, 
  "but I ain't..." She catches herself. It's noticeable only for an instant, 
  but she does catch herself. "I've never seen a blade like yours before. And 
  you're still a helluva guitar player, pal!"

Tarlin nods to Azya and watches her leave

Jairen takes another sip of his drink. "You are likely never to see another 
  blade like mine. It is much older than you imagine and comes from farther 
  away than you might believe possible."

Shenner tilts her head, considering. Her expression turns strange for a 
  moment, but after that moment's past, she says gruffly, "I've... seen a 
  blade or two before. Not many, and I couldn't tell you if they're good ones, 
  I don't know a damn thing about 'em. But it was... pretty far away." She 
  proffers forth a crooked grin. "I've had my share of stuff I wouldn't 
  normally imagine."

It seems Ozzle's attention has been lost, and as he's finished drinking, he 
  moves casually away from the bar, drawing his fur-lined cloak closer to his 
  lithe form. Silently, and without diverting his eyes from the exit, he makes 
  his way there.

Tarlin stands and walks to the bar and pays his bill before he leaves
Tarlin walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Tarlin has left.

Jairen smiles again, though the thought behind the blue eyes isn't very 
  evident. He finishes off his second glass, putting it on the bar and sliding 
  it away from him. "I would not doubt such a thing." he states. "I am going 
  to retire for the evening. Fair you well." Turns to leave and notes Ozzle's 
  presence, perhaps for the first time and bows slightly from the waist to 
  him. "Fair you well also, m'lord."

"Later," Shen says to Jairen, then, a hint of her earlier admiration still 
  lingering in her voice, her green gaze lingering on the blade.

Shenner regretfully turns back to what's left of her shakla, muttering softly, 
  "Wonder if I could learn how to do that..." There's a flare of hopeful 
  ambition in her eyes, and she settles an elbow on the bar, sipping down the 
  rest of her drink.

Ozzle seems a bit taken aback by the respectful acknowledgement from the 
  swordsman. His grin reappears, and he speaks to the man in a low, cool 
  voice. "And to you. Though I suppose with skills such as yours, that is more 
  easily accomplished. Quite impressive, though you certainly shouldn't have 
  allowed him to retreat so easily."

Jairen straights from his bow. "High praise m'lord. I thank you. Perhaps I 
  should not have, but the security forces on this world are sufficient enough 
  to deal with rabble of that sort, and I have no wish to enter into a 
  conflict with them."

Shenner glances over her shoulder at Jairen and Ozzle's voices. Willing to 
  avoid bothering the swordsman if he's on his way out, she still nevertheless 
  peers thoughtfully at his blade, and then waves the bartender over for 
  another mug of shakla. "Let me guess, kiddo," Ariani murmurs at the girl, 
  "you're gonna see if the University has fencing courses?" "Well hey, why 
  not!"

Ozzle raises a thin finger into the air; gesturing a point. "Ah, but you were 
  within your legal rights. And an enemy who escapes without a lesson is an 
  enemy who will return for vengence. Best to eliminate the risk than chance 
  it, wouldn't you say?"

Jairen looks over at the half of the blaster still sitting on the ground. "In 
  most cases, I would agree with that assesment m'lord. However, to one such 
  as he, a lesson was tought without dirtying my blade with his blood. If he 
  had been truely dangerous, his lesson would have been more severe."

Sneaking another peek at Jairen's sword, Shenner takes in the two individuals 
  conversing... and something subtly shifts in her expression. Her lopsided 
  grin fades off her face, and the shakla mug Ariani sets before her goes 
  unnoticed until the bartender joggles her elbow.

Ozzle shakes his head slowly from side to side, his grin not fading but his 
  brow knotting slightly. "In my experience, there is no such thing as a 
  harmless enemy if one allows one's guard to drop. As a human expression I 
  overheard once went, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure." Those 
  vermillion eyes seem to glimmer oddly in the low illumination of the Sandbar.

Jairen seems to ponder this last comment from the overly self-assured Sarian. 
  "Perhaps. However, to harm one such as he who was drunk and inferiorly 
  skilled for an offense as small as a inconciquential threat would be to 
  place a stain apon my honor."

Ozzle cocks an eyebrow, his grin slightly faded. "Indeed? Is it better to wait 
  until he is sober and can fire accurately from a sniper's position? One's 
  honor cannot be tarnished through the elimination of one without honor. An 
  important lesson, though one I hope you do not learn in the coming days."

Shenner quite solidly fastens her attention on her shakla, and Ariani in the 
  meantime gives the young redheaded musician a considering look. But she 
  leaves Shen to the sipping of her brandy-laced cocoa, and returns to the 
  business of attending her customers.

Jairen rests both hands again on his sword hilt. "Indeed m'lord, I understand 
  your reasoning, and have often considered it myself. However, even if the 
  one eliminated has no honor, if the method of elimiation was dishonorable, 
  if he who is doing the elimated holds his honor valuable, the action will be 
  as a final resort. In this instance, death to the offender was not required, 
  therefore, would have been a dishonorable act.

Ozzle grins again, his perfect, white teeth doing a poor job of hiding a 
  rutheless persona. "The necessity, swordsman, is yet to be seen. If the need 
  arises, you may request my assitance in the matter. I have little tolerance 
  for those who create such disturbances at my places of patronization, and if 
  his actions warrant it, I have little problem with seeing to it that one's 
  days of honorless cantina brawls are finished."

Jairen bows at the waist again, deeper this time. "Your offer of assistance 
  honors me indeed m'lord. However, I pray I will not require such means to an 
  end." Straightens up. "But, if the offender does return with sufficient 
  enough assistance to warrent it, I shall not hesitate to call apon you."

Dak arribes from outside and waits a few moments for hsi eyes to adjust to the 
  bar. Without much hesitation he head for the bar. Well else would he go? 
  This /is/ a bar, right? He takes a seat there and gazes thoroughtly at the 
  menu, the smiles good-naturedly at Ariana and says, "I'll have that elf 
  stuff if ya don't mind ma'am." He exudes the persona of a country boy, 
  though by the looks of his military armband you get the feeling he has been 
  quite the city dweller for more than a little while.

Ariani's heard a lot, though 'elf stuff' is a new one on her. She does, 
  however, grasp Dak's meaning and gets him an Elfin Sweet Tea.

_He... patronizes this place? Oh, marvelous..._ Shenner doesn't actually say 
  this. She does, however, think it, and she grimaces to herself as she nurses 
  her brandied cocoa.

Jairen's head snaps over at the mention of the word 'elf' and his eyes flick 
  over Dak's form quickly, his fingers tensing around his hilt for a brief, 
  nearly imperceptible second, then he turns his attention back to the man in 
  front of him.

Ozzle nods personably, if stiffly. "There's no dishonor in seeking assistance. 
  You'd be wise to remember what I've said." At that, he pulls his cloak about 
  his shoulders and turns, once again moving with confidant strides toward the 
  exit.

Dak smiles and nods as he accepts the drink and takes a generous swig of it, 
  and then comments on how good it is. This place is like his second home. 
  Hell, this place might be his first home for all the time he spends here. 
  Still, he doesn't recognize the other faces here. That red-head might be 
  familiar, but only Ariana would know him from the crowd here. He nods kindly 
  to the red-head and takes another swig. One of these days he's gonna have to 
  actually report to the base, heh heh.

Ozzle walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Ozzle has left.

The redheaded girl, familiar or not, is now sitting with a spine turned 
  ramrod-stiff on her stool. Her hand has returned to her necklace, and her 
  green eyes have turned very dark.

Jairen glances over at the redhead and smiles slightly before he fully departs 
  the bar. "He's gone Shenner... you can relax now." His melodic tone is 
  almost like that of a patient caretaker.

Ariani, in the meantime, keeps seven eighths of her attention on the bar and 
  her customers -- and just in case, she's looking to make sure there aren't 
  any more like Tegger hiding around here somewhere -- and one eighth on Shen. 
  It's a big-sister look the bartender's giving the younger woman, rather than 
  a motherly one, though it's doubtful Shen is noticing the difference. 
  Shenner does flick a startled glance in the swordsman's direction, though. 
  She blurts, "What?"

Jairen motions towards the door with his head. "The Lord Olumpari... he has 
  left. You can relax now." Nods to Ari. "Good evening and fair you well 
  m'lady." Turns to go again.

Morrison walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Morrison has left.

Shenner's features tauten up, the look of a street cat... or perhaps child... 
  who has just had a rather closer brush than she likes with something bigger 
  and meaner. She just watches Jairen go, and it's only to herself that she 
  mutters, "Easier said than done, pal."

Jairen walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Jairen has left.

Dak just "gah's" as his polite nod went totally unnoticed by the red-head. 
  What does he care if she or anyone else ignores him? All that matters is he 
  gets his "elf stuff" and at leats gets the chance to talk to a few freindly 
  people. Don't matter much who. Just has to get away from the swirling 
  conjusion of the mil and the crazy city life every once in a while, and this 
  place as close to "down home" as it gets for Dak Tracer. He smiles to Ariana 
  and says, "Life keepin ya busy, Ariani?" Its a friendly tone, not 
  beligerrant or slurred. He just wants to talk.

"Keepin' this place busy enough," is the bartender's ready reply. "Or at least 
  it was until Jairen sliced Tegger's gun in half." She presents Tracer with 
  his tea.

Pallando enters the Sandbar.
Pallando has arrived.
Pallando rushes in bringing some of the light rain with him. His hair is wet 
  and he runs a hand through its shortness ot dry it as he scans the room.
Pallando looks at you for a moment.

The bartender, Ariani, is lightly chatting with Dak, the young man to whom 
  she's just brought tea, in between serving the other customers. Not too far 
  away from Ariani, down the bar, is a rather tense-looking young redhead, 
  sipping a mug of something, her expression dark.

Dak don't notice the man just yet, but you can be sure he'll get around to it 
  soon enough. When Dak Tracer starst talkin', his yap just don't stop. At the 
  moment, you hear him him says, "Whats this about a gun, sliced in half?"

"Oh," says Ariani cheerfully, "Tegger got himself a little drunk and tried to 
  pull a blaster on Jairen. I was going to stun him -- Tegger gets rowdy like 
  that at least once a week -- but the swordsman beat me to it. Sliced his 
  blaster clean in half."

Shenner glances at Ariani, and half-smiles.

Pallando's tension fades as it often does in this place as he recognises his 
  friend Dak, "Ho making it a late one." He calls todak chortling as he makes 
  his way to him at the bar. He gives the sullen red head down the bar a nod 
  as well.

Shenner considers, then nods briefly and shortly to Pallando, and after a 
  moment, to Dak, since he's in that general direction.

Pallando settles in ot a stool next to Dak and punching hi m lightly in the 
  shoulder says, "Not interupting mr ladies man am I?" again he chortles.

Pallando absently picks up a menu and looks it over for no good reason as he 
  listens.

Dak fairly chokes. Ladies man? Hardly. But hey, he'll take it. "Nah, just 
  talkin' to Ariani bout some Jedi nut. Least ways I think he's Jedi. Not many 
  others carry swords around. An' you...." says Dak as he nods to Shen 
  /again/, hopefully with more success, and as he takes another swig of elf 
  stuff, "How you been Pal? Why shoot, I ain't seen you in how long?"

"He's not Jedi," Shenner puts in roughly, "he just had a sword. A sword, not a 
  lightsaber."

Shenner, with that, earns herself a lifted brow from Ariani, but the girl with 
  the mug does not append anything to her commentary.

Pallando motions with his finger for arani ot appraoch as he asnwers Dak, 
  "Well not csince I her yo ugave up the construction buissnes. What you don't 
  think Ellie can hack it out there on her own?" From Arani he order avy's 
  special.

Pallando shrugs and forks over more credits.

Dak nods to Pal and takes another swig of elf stuff, treatin it like it was a 
  drink, and he says to Shenner, "Well, least he was nuts. A sword? You gotta 
  be kiddin' me. Who in their fifth mind carries around a sword? Hell, who in 
  their fifth uses it?!" HE says this not in an offendin' way, just one as to 
  prove his point.

Shenner half turns toward the young man, and says simply, "He can use it. He 
  sliced a blaster in half with it. I don't see a problem here." She shrugs a 
  slender shoulder, her gaze still halfway off across the way, on nothing in 
  particular, grim and dark.

Dak blinks. Well, she has a point. "Well, ya have a point. I guess if he can 
  get it to beat a blaster, then it serves its purpose, Where do you suppose 
  he got it?" Dak looks at Ariani too so that she can join the conversation 
  too of she wants.

"He didn't say," says Ariani, "but I expect it's from whatever place he came 
  from." The bartender's attention is half on her own business as she pours up 
  a couple of ales for thirsty customers at a table.

Shen, in the meantime, shrugs again, preoccupied. She's set down her mug, 
  empty now of its beverage, and fiddles unthinkingly with the necklace she 
  draws out from her shirt. "All I know is, he says he got it from... far 
  away."

Dak shrugs too. Who knows? No tellin'. I'll just say...." He stops for a 
  moment as his childlike curiousity pokes at him. "Heya, whats that ya got 
  there?" he asks Shen, noddin' to the necklace.

The redhead's face, if possible, becomes even grimmer. She turns to stare 
  across the bar, her grip stilling for a moment on the little pendant, before 
  she abruptly drops it down to vanish behind her shirt front. "Gift," she 
  says shortly.

Dak "gah's" and stands. "I ain't bein' mean or nosey, just askin'. Ya don't 
  need to get short with me. Hell, if ya don't want me here just say so," Dak 
  stands and lays down his credits and his elf stuff to make his way towards 
  the bar's entrance/exit. He don't have ta take that.

"It's a public place, pal," says Shenner, rising. "I ain't got no say on where 
  you go." With that, she tosses a "I'll be back in tomorrow night, 'Ani" at 
  the bartender, and slips out.

[End log.]