Log Date: 10/16/98 Log Cast: Ariani (NPC), Tarlin, Shenner, Jairen, Clarise, Ressec, Webb, Raj, Kaein, Loren (NPC), Rekkie (NPC), Aa'leet (NPC), Tethra (NPC), Karm (NPC), Arands, Savanin, Resniz, Troy, Yohko, Simosa, Fulk, Tequa Log Intro: This particular day in the life of Shen Veery has already seen a second musical lesson with Troy McTavish -- and the somewhat alarming revelation that Troy seems to have both brotherly and decidedly non-brotherly sentiments towards her. Bemoaning the fact that she can't seem to keep up a steady diet of study and music -- learning how to play that new harp of hers, trying to duplicate the odd chords the swordsman Jairen produced on her guitar, and exploring her options for trying to learn something of swordplay herself -- without _something_ related to the male half of her species interrupting her, Shen eventually shows up back at the bar for her contribution to the nightly entertainment.... ---------- 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" -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Jairen => Ressec => Clarise => Joir => Tarlin => Ariani => Emma -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City. Ariani says, "Welcome to the SandBar, what can I get ya?" Tarlin sits at the bar speaking quitly to joir as he sips his coffee. Shenner slips in from outside, her red hair, her clothing, and her knapsack all glistening with rain. She waves to Ariani, and scans the place for any sign of the band, catching sight of them already in the midst of the night's first set. Ariani finishes preparing the drink and places it before Clarise. The glass is a tall slender fluke filled with dark crimson liquid. With upturned hand, she slips the spine of the glass between her middle and ring fingers, cupping the upper region with her palm. The motion of her hand swirls the liquid about, as she stops moving her hand, it continues to swirl. Maybe the thought of drinking something moving is unsettling, or maybe she has other motives, she sets the glass back down on the bar and turns her attention elsewhere, back up and down the bar, looking once more at those nearby. Jairen steps out of the way as Shenner enters the door, nodding to her slightly. However, he doesn't really move out of the doorway, continuing to watch the room. Jairen Jairen stands about 5'7" tall and has long, sliverish colored hair that comes down to about the middle of his back and is usually worn in a pony tail with a silver clasp. His body, though small, is obviously almost completely muscle. He moves gracefully, almost seeming to glide over the ground, leaving hardly any trace at all as he steps. His eyes are a piercing blue color. They are more almond shaped than perfectly round and seem to have a slight slant to them. The tips of his ears also seem to have a slight point to them, but that could be just a trick of the light. He wears rather simple fair, a dark green tunic with a brown leather vest designed to stop knives and such. His brown trousers are made of some sort of leather-ish material, and he wears soft black leather kneeboots that fold down at the top. On his left hip is an intracate blade in a scabbard suspended in a baldric. The rapier-like weapon has a swept basket hilt that is ornately carved with scences from what seem to be some sort of story or fairy tale. The blade, when seen, also has ornate engravings in some odd language. On his other hip is strapped a sharp vibro-dagger, perhaps about eight inches long. It is rather plain and unadorned. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Protective Vest => Sword => Vibro-Knife -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => muldes Tarlin turns and faces the door and watches Jairn closly. Jairen looks at you for a moment. Shenner blinks, finding Jairen there at the door. She flicks him a brief lopsided smile, and slips past him, waving at Ariani again, calling, "Something hot, huh? Before I join the others...?" Clarise's eyes light on Tarlin, and as he turns to face the door and watch something, her attention floats curiously in that direction as well, but more over her shoulder than facing in that direction. The move is kept loose and casual. Ressec is at the bar half listening to Tarlins conversation with a Nar Shadda beer in hand. Clarise's eyes light on Tarlin, and as he turns to face the door and watch something, her attention floats curiously in that direction as well, but more over her shoulder than facing in that direction. The move is kept loose and casual. Jairen nods slightly to Tarlin as he notices himself being watched, then finally moves quietly from the doorway and towards the bar. In short order, Shen gets herself a mug of hot shakla, and she settles down on a stool at the bar, the mug cradled in her hands. Jairen sits down at the bar. Clarise sits down at the bar. Tarlin watches the jairen as he sits before turning back to his coffee. Jairen pulls out a barstool and slips onto it, nodding to the woman tender and recieving his customary chilled wine. You sit down on a stool in front of the bar. BAR The bar streches through most of the room. Synthesizers and bottles line shelves behind the bar, handy to the bartenders so that they can make practically any drink asked for. The bar itself is made from a dark polished granite. Occupied: Royal Status Jairen Clarise Clarise turns back to her drink as Jairen takes note of Tarlin's look and makes his way over, not really wanting to be yet another person caught staring at him. She finally decides to bring the slender glass of wine up to her lips and sips from it, now that the motion within the glass has stopped. Webb enters the Sandbar. Webb has arrived. Clarise is sitting at the bar amongst quite a few other people, sipping at her wine. Tarlin sits at the bar sipping his coffee. The band quietly keeps up its music in the background, and Shenner, wet and still a little shivery, sets her inevitable knapsack down on the floor beside her. Most of her attention is on the band; the rest of it, however, goes to Jairen, to whom she observes, "Tegger hasn't been in here since your all's little... encounter." Jairen hmms slightly as he turns to the young woman addressing him. He obviously wasn't paying attention. "What was that, young one?" There seems something slightly different about the look in the swordsman's eyes than he usually holds. An odd, unreadable look. "Tegger," repeats Shenner. "The guy whose gun you, er, sliced up." She crooks a slight grin at the swordsman, then pauses a bit, studying him. After seeing webb enter the bar Tarlin nods to him with a grin. Jairen blinks slightly, as if recalling. And it takes him a few more minutes. "Ah yes..." he says, a normal tone returning to his voice. "The ruffian friend of the pickpocket. I would imagine not, as he ran into a rather sizable detatchment of marines apon exiting the establishment." Maybe it's the odd selection of music the band is playing, the odd weather that's been plaguing the city on and off all day, or the lack of company, but Clarise just plain seems bored as she sits by the bar. It's hard to relax with a drink to appreciate the band when you don't like their tunes, and you can't have a stimulating conversation with yourself... unless, perhaps, you want to be institutionalized. She glances around for the sixth or seventh time this evening, looking for someone interesting enough to approach. Webb trudges into the Sandbar, wearing civilian clothing rather than his military uniform, perhaps indicating some attempt at some form of relaxation, this evening. Tonight he also opted to carry an umbrella on his trek through the rain, rather than opting to end up looking like a drowned rat, as he so often does this time of year. Webb's gaze scans the various people at the bar, pausing at Tarlin, then Shenner, before he moves to approach Tarlin. Shenner grins faintly, looking drowned for once where Webb looks dry, and she casts a nod over at the Sergeant. To Jairen, she grins again, saying dryly, "Wil hightailed it off the planet." Tarlin pulls out a dat pad and types somthing onto it before passing it to webb when he draws near. With a grin a slight look of shock. "Hmm Trying to look like a civ? " Chuckles "Now the world is going to end and Hell will freeze over" Jairen hmms slightly, still seeming detatched in the eyes, almost as if he's seeing something else as he sips his wine. "Indeed? I assume Wil was the pickpocket?" "Not much of one," says Shenner, grinning almost ferally. "But yeah, he's gone." Jairen continues to face the young woman before him but see something else. "And how have you been, young one?" Webb shrugs his shoulders at Tarlin and says, "Well, tonight I just didn't feel like wearing my good suit, sir." Webb smirks a little and peers at Tarlin's datapad, then slowly arches one eyebrow. Clarise exhales a sigh to herself as her eyes finish scanning the room and she hasn't come up with one single person she'd like to intrude upon this evening, so she finishes off her wine and, after leaving a few credits on the bar for Ariana to cover her drink, she rises from her stool and begins to make her way towards the exit. Clarise stands up and walks away. Shenner blinks at Jairen's abrupt transition of subject, lifting her eyebrows, and then shrugging, trying to look casual. "I been--" She catches herself. "I've been okay. You?" Tarlin motions toward a seat as he glances over his shoulder toward the bartender "Webb's tea please as per sop.. Thank you" Jairen's eyes glance at the woman leaving, but he says nothing. He then turns back to the younger woman before him. "I have been no worse than before, young one. thank you." "You're, uh, welcome," drawls Shen, her dark red brows still slightly up. She sips down some of her brandy-laced cocoa, little tendrils of steam rising up to re-moisten her still damp russet hair. "Howsabout tonight?" Clarise transverses the bar at a slow saunter, and once she reaches it, picks up a drying umbrella from near the door way and pushes open the door, extending the umbrella once she's got room to do so outside. She slips under the protected cover and wanders out into the rain. Clarise walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Clarise has left. Jairen cocks his head slightly in confusion. "I beg your pardon?" Webb slides up onto the barstool next to Tarlin's and slowly scrolls through the information displayed upon the datapad while he waits for Ariani to prepare his cup of tea. Shenner shrugs a little. "You, I dunno. Look distracted or something." She drinks down more of her shakla, casting a glance towards the stage to mark the status of the band. Rekkie and the rest keep up with their current number, voices sailing out in unified harmony over a low-key, mellow sort of number. Raj enters the Sandbar. Raj has arrived. Tarlin sips his coffee as he turns the stool to give him a better line of sight around the room. Jairen hmmms slightly, sipping his drink. "As I said, I fare as well as I often do." Raj comes in from fountain square. His BDUs are slightly soaked, but nonetheless, he is happy to be offduty. He comes in and the doors automaticall swish shut behind him. He yawns and stretches. He heads towards the bar. Webb passes the datapad back to Tarlin, "I see you've been meeting interesting people, sir." He lowers his voice slightly and mutters, "Why am I not the least bit surprised to find such an individual on Caspar... especially now." Tarlin turns to Webbas he hands him the datapad "Samo samo. The world just turns to where it started from" Kaein enters the Sandbar. Kaein has arrived. Oooooookay. Shen peers at Jairen, then tosses down the rest of her hot drink, reaching up to push straggling wet tendrils of red back from her green eyes. "Ooooookay," she murmurs, as that seems to be as good a thing to say as any to the swordsman. Tarlin sits at the bar sipping coffee as he tucks a data pad away. His stool turned so he can watch the room with detail. Raj reaches the bar, he notices Webb and nods to him in greeting. "Hey, Sergeant." He says. He plops down onto a barstool, and gets the bartenders attention. After the bartender's attention is with him, he takes his order before giving the bartender a chance to ask, "Tea, please." He says simply. Jairen truely does seem to be a little out of it. He withdraws a leaf from one of his pouches and looks it over intently. The door to the establishment slowly swings open, through it steps a worn and batttered Horansi. His right arm in is a make shift sling, the upper part of it set intoa splint. He moves carefully, through the joint, toward his normal table and takes a seat. Shenner frowns slightly, peering at Jairen, even as she waves at Ariani and slides her empty mug off to her. "Hey," she prods the swordsman, verbally at first, then reaching over to lightly tap him on the shoulder. "Hey?" Raj watches expectantly as his tea arrives. He sips at it, looking visibly refreshed. Jairen blinks, quickly putting the leaf away. "Yes?" Tarlin stands and walks over toward Jaerin. cautiously and allert. "You sure you're okay?" Shenner inquires of Jairen. It's a rough kind of concern, but still, it's honest concern on the musician's delicate visage. Jairen nods slightly. "I shall be fine, thank you young one." Turns to look at the officer approaching him. "Something I can do for you m'lord?" Webb casts his glance over towards the newly arrived Horansi, and mutters quietly to Raj, "My... he got up awfully quick." Shenner nods grudgingly, willing to buy Jairen's claim for now. She gets to her feet, handing her knapsack over to Ariani, of whom she requests, "Hang onto this, huh?" And with that, she ambles off to get her guitar out of the back, waving to the band as three of them spot her from the stage. Tarlin walks toward the cat like creatue watching him closlys as he gets closer Kaein slides carefully into his seat, setting the SMG down on the table with a dull metallic thud and rests the vibro right next to it. He leans back, wincing slightly and rubs his ribs gently, showing hints of a brace underath his shirt. He recievs his normal glass of water and takes a long hardy sip, before closing his eyes and sinking into the chair. Tarlin looking at the weapon at the table then back to Kaein "You got papper for that?" Raj nods slowly, looking over to the Horansi as he sips his tea, "Rather energetic chap, I'd say. 'Specially after a lil' brawl." He is rather enjoying his tea. Webb shrugs his shoulders at Raj and says, "He was damned near unconcious this afternoon. Got himself a compound fracture while he was at it." Kaein opens his golden eyes slowly and looks at Tarlin, sort of resentful that he is disturbing his rest and looks at the CA7 "umm....permits?" he says groggily "Oh ..um..yeah.....right here" he produces a couple peioces of papre slowly from one the pockes in his shorts. The series of papers include customs forms, pink slip, and the liscense.. Raj raises an eyebrow. "He must have a better doctor than I do." He again sips at his tea, puttting the mug down this time and turns to Webb with a voice of equal, maybe even a little more interest, "Hey, what's this about the gunny becoming an officer I'm hearing?" Tarlin looks at the pappers as he speaks into his com unit to verify that they are not forgerys. It doesn't take long before Shenner, guitar in hand, steps up to join the rest of the musicians on stage, once they switch numbers. She's greeted with several smiles and one particularly intense blue-eyed stare from the Corellian drummer, before she takes her place amongst the group. And with four counts, Rekkie leads them into the next number, an instrumental this time. Jairen swivels on his chair so he can watch the young woman with a guitar, now semi-interested in the goings on of the place. Tarlin nods as he hands the pappers back "Why the hard where?" Kaein almost laughs, but it seems to hurt his ribs too much "Look at me...i'm a mess" the cub says dryly, motioning to his broken arm and the brace on his ribs "compound fracture, broken 2 places...and 4 ribs are shot right to hell...at least for a few weeks" he notes before looking up at the soldier and asks in a smug tone "now you tell me why not" The redhead with the guitar is actually the second one on stage with that instrument, as Rekkie Sheldon has her own guitar out tonight, and the two seem to be the focal point of this new number. In a minor key and laden with complex triplets and sixteenth notes, the melody line begins with Rekkie, backed up by Aa'leet's keyboard and the horns of Tethra and Karm. Shenner, in the meantime, plays a descant for the time being, long chords where Rekkie gets complex, her big battered guitar's voice blending in smoothly with the rest of the background instruments. Tarlin looks blankly at Kaein "whats the amo capacity on that weapon?" Kaein sighs and looks at the man "30 round clips, and it goes through em pretty damn quick.....is the inquisition over or do you need to know capitial of Calamari as well?" Webb shrugs his shoulders slightly and looks over at Raj, "Yeah... he got turned into brass. I guess it was decided the poor guy needed a vacation or something." Webb emits a quiet chuckle at the reference to 10th Battalion's most recently minted officer. Tarlin looks at kain "Word of advice you fir that full auto and 60 percent of your ammo is going to the wind. 40 percent might hit something weather it be an attacker or some civ walking down the street. So the odds are your not gona stop a large groupe just give em a reason to kill you or us one to arrest you if you hit some kid playing jacks on the sidewalk." Tarlin turns and walks back to his coffee Kaein arches a brow and seems offend "Listen you, i am not a cold blooded kiler like that damn assassin the other night. I hit what i shoot at, not little kids" he growls out, his face showing slight signs of pain. Tarlin pauses "bullets dont know names and ive yet to meet the marxman who can fire a weapon full auto and hit what hes aiming at with evry bullet" Raj nods, and being his oppurtunistic self, says, "I see. Any idea who's going to take his place?" He finishes off his tea and sets it on the bar. The bartend swoops down to take it away. Up on the stage, keeping up a simple and occasionally syncopated percussion beat to give backbone to the musical twists and turns being accomplished by the guitars, the dark-haired, blue-eyed drummer is fixedly watching Shenner on her guitar. Shenner's got her back to Loren, though, as she continues to play, and eventually the melody modulates its way over onto _her_ guitar, subtly changing as it goes, now being interpreted in her hands rather than in those of the group's lead singer. Kaein leans back in his seat, obvioulsy not having the energy to continues this debat. He sighs, ignoring anything eles the marine has to say, and turns to look around the bar, taking a long drag off his glass, his eyes finally coming to rest on the band Jairen flinches slightly as the music changes, though the music is really /that/ bad. Actually, it's rather in tune and well played. Ressec walks into the alway bustling bar, not seeming as alward now as he did in the daytime, afterall, it being shuch a dark bar on such a dark night, a Quarren seems natural. Once he gets to the barstool he asks the lovly barkeep for his usual-A frosty Nar Shadda beer. Ressec sits down on a stool in front of the bar. Arands enters the Sandbar. Arands has arrived. Savanin enters the Sandbar. Savanin has arrived. Raj is sitting at the bar with Webb. It might be surmised that either Shenner is a better guitar player than Rekkie or perhaps simply just more intimately familiar with her particular instrument; regardless, in Shen's slender hands, the melody takes on a vibrancy that the older woman hadn't been giving it, the tones of her guitar fuller, her accents on this and that note here and gone again, yet not lacking force for all their shortness. Savanin walks in on Arands heals. He stops by the door to take in the scene. Tarlin sits at the bar sipping coffee with his stoll turned so he can watch the crowed. Ressec is at the bar nursing a Nar Shadda beer. Arands steps into the bar, casting a brief glance about. Dressed in street clothes, the Corellian seems to be in good spirits tonight. He looks back at his friend, tossing a nod towards the bar where a few familiar faces can be seen. Kaein rests at a small table by himself on the far side of the bar, his right arm in a sling and a th eupper portion of it in a splint. As he shifts (and if you are looking hard ehough) you can make out a brace on his right ribs that stands out aginst his dark fur. He sits quiety, sipping from a glass of watter, and watches the band. on the table infront of him rests a CA7 and a vibroblade.... Savanin nods in affirmitive to Arands' suggestion, and together they make there way toward the bar, and move to sit next to tarlin and company. Savanin looks at you for a moment. Shen plays her share of the melody for just as long as Rekkie had done hers, and at last, both women take up the melody together on their guitars, one playing high, the other low, the horns and keyboard and drums behind them backing them up. And as they go, the song morphs towards a major key, chords beginning in minor and then resolving into major, as sure as a sunrise and perhaps as astonishing as one in a rainy city like this one. Despite that he's willing to share that he dosn't have much of an ear for music, even Ressec gets carried into the tune and starts to, only ever so slightly, move his head to the song uncounsiously. Webb sits at the bar with one elbow rested upon it. A cup of hot tea sits in his other hand, supplying him with a steady flow of caffiene. His eyes are presently cast towards the players of the band, though once in a while his gaze shifts to scan the room. Jairen seems to be the only one in the room pretty much not affected by the music. At least not positively so as he orders another drink. And at last the song draws to a close, the sun arisen, the light breaking over the clouds, with a clear and ringing multi-layered chord. The band holds itself in silence for a moment, just long enough to let the ending settle into the ears of the listeners... ... and then Rekkie glances sidelong, murmuring something to Shen, a question. The redheaded girl straightens a little, then nods gruffly back. With that, then, they begin to play once more, this time with a slightly swifter tempo, once more in a minor key and in six-eight time, laying down several measures of introduction before Shenner begins to sing. Following Savanin towards the bar, Arands is acutely aware of the music in the background and a soft smile crosses his face ever so briefly. Nodding to Webb, Arands steps up to the bar and nods to Ariani. With a return smile, the barkeep pours a bronze colored liquid into a pair of glasses and hands them to the Corellian. Tarlin ckecks the time as he stands and walks towards the door. Tarlin walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Tarlin has left. Shenner comes in on the lower, huskier end of her range, and tonight, her pitch is flawless, her voice barely needing the amplification of the little microphone collar she's slipped on around her neck. The words are simple, familiar to a few ears in the bar now, but she draws syllables out at the end of each line to add complexity to the lyrics: Love me one more time Make this night last forever For on the morrow, we leave for Mandalore.... Mandalore... that words catches something with Jairen and his head snaps up, eyes narrowing slightly. I may survive And my heart will always fly with yours But come the morrow, we leave for Mandalore.... The band comes in, then, three voices singing subtle harmony to Shenner's alto as she continues, her expression controlled save for her intense green eyes: And if I die, just remember I love you And you'll always be mine Let us warm up this cold night together Come the morrow, we leave for Mandalore.... Savanin pulls into a seat next to arands and swivles it around so that he can watch the other patrons of the bar. Only vagly aware of the music playing in the background, he appears to be deep in thought.. The song flows gracefully, poignantly, into a bridge. Shenner and Rekkie keep up a rhythm line on their guitars, while Tethra and Karm come in with their horns on a duet. The two brassy voices ring out with audible clarity akin to light striking and refracting through a glass of fine brandy. Jairen continues to listen to the song now, an odd expression on his face at every mention of Mandalore. Resniz enters the Sandbar. Resniz has arrived. Back, then, comes Shenner's voice, gaining volume and power, holding true to her pitch and timbre: And if I die, just remember I love you Then comes the band with her, bracing her up with what becomes four-part harmony over the top of the instruments, Shenner's voice winging its way up to the top of her range: And you'll always be mine Let us warm up this cold night together Come the morrow, we leave for Mandalore.... Sliding the second glass of Whyren's to Savanin, Arands tilts his head slightly as he listens to the song. Shaking his head at the ease in which his attention was caught by the music, the stocky corellian grins as he turns to face his companion. "Never understood what sad music does for people... seems like a perfect way to ruin a good night.." he murmurs to Savanin. Resniz walks in looking around, his coat and backpack dripping lightly unto the floor. Shenner glances back over to Rekkie, another subtle unspoken cue, and it apparently is received, for as the redheaded girl sings out the final line -- "Come the morrow, we leave... for Mandalore...." -- she holds the note, and Loren on his drums begins to thud out a soft, swift beat in the background. The instruments and voices fall away, leaving nothing but the drum... Resniz walks over and takes a seat near the stage. Rekkie glances at the rest of her compatriots, mouths 'Elf Glade' -- and with that, Shenner comes in again on her guitar, this time with speed and swiftness in contradiction with the slow lament she's just concluded. Her stance changes, too, and eight measures in, she begins to sing again. Webb shrugs his shoulders slightly, having overheard Arands remark and mutters back in the direction of the officers, "To each his own, I suppose." Webb seems to get something other than depression out of the song, instead drifting into a pensive expression. The music group now has the full attention of the swordsman, his wine forgotten as wheels turn in his head. This song has a fey kind of energy to it, and as Shenner growls out her lyrics this time, Loren chimes in with a tenor response to her call: Yes they're real! "No they can't be..." Yes they are, I've seen them walking Out beyond the wooded garden, through the town, and through the valley... Savanin takes the offered glass of Whyren's and sips from it. He turns his attention to arands when he speaks, "And yet others, not like outselfs, find the same music uplifting, and promising." he shakes his head and takes another sip, "Perhaps if you look from a different angle. The music itself is not that depressing. Perhaps it's the words." As the beat picks up, so does the movment of Ressecs head along with the adition of his feat tapping, not noticing that many other of the bars patrons are following his example of the mini dance that one could call the small, almost unnoticeable movments that almost come natural with the top quality music. Arands furrows his brow as he too, overhears the murmured remark and Savanin's own reply. Dismissing the remark, he offers a slight grin to Webb and Sav, a grin he is sure is ignored, then returns his attention back to Savanin and his drink. "So anyway.. I guess this Duros was in the bar at the time.. The Captain of this ship I was working for comes over... drunk as you can imagine.." Guitars, drums, and voices now lay down a melody swift-tempoed and elemental in its pacing, and Shenner, in the midst of it, fires out the rest of the verse with the drummer chiming in his sung contribution: Yes they're real! "No they can't be..." Yes they are, you are not hearing For I say I've seen them drinking in the Tavern of the Moon! And then, right into a chorus: Steele and maille and gilded crossbow Feather of the ancient windbird Wide as wonder, tall as starlight... Lords of earth and lords of fire, life the love that they desire Lords of earth and lords of fire, life the love... that they desire.... Savanin senses his friends wish to change the subject and lays full attention on arands. Sipping occasionaly at the wiskey he holds. "Blames _me_ for his lack of luck, if you can imagine that?!" Arands is still quite sober, having ignored his drink this long. His tone however, indicates this story still kind of ticks him off. "Blamed all of us really. Told me he was going to keep my fighter and fire all of us." Shrugging nonchalantly, Arands grins, "Of course, we couldn't allow that and told him just that. So the maniac pulls a blaster... " Savanin shakes his head, "Indeed" he says, and then once again moves his drink to his lips. Troy enters the Sandbar. Troy has arrived. The energy infusing this wild creature of a melody provokes a broad grin across the tanned countenance of Rekkie Sheldon, who belts out backup vocals to the redhead with as much aplomb as though she and Shen had been singing together for years. Aa'leet's white fingertips practically dance over her keys, and as for Shenner and her guitar, the girl in particular seems to be drawing on the song's charged-up power as she and Loren lay down the next verse: Yes they're real! "No they can't be..." Come with me, and see what might be "I'm afraid!" O you are childish Nothing kills that does not know ye! Yohko enters the Sandbar. Yohko has arrived. Troy walks into the bar.Lights a Cigar, and smiles as he see's Shen is having fun on stage..he heads for the bar. Arands palms his glass finally, but still refrains from drinking anything. Instead, he uses the drink in his raised hand to emphasise points in his story, coming close to spilling his drink. One might wonder if Arands had imbided some before coming to the bar. "Yeah, well.. I was pretty sure I was gorzer food.. but then Nyrek ... that Duros guy I told you about... he pops this captain over the head with a bottle.. Guess Nyrek wasn't aware of how strong he was.. killed the Captain..." Content he's got the story told.. almost, he takes a sip of his whiskey. "So.. that's how I ended up as a partial partner with Nyrek Farseer.. we gave him control of the ship.. he gave us jobs.. we made money.. and everything worked out.." Savanin sits his glass down on the bar, far from empty. He smiles at arands, "So what caused you to end up here? Troy makes his way through the droves of people that have gathered in the bar, and sits down at the bar. Another bridge, then, but this one fey and feral, as the musicians plunge with a gleeful kind of abandon through the melody, the guitars slicing out rhythmically over the top of the pulsing of the Corellian drummer's percussion. The beat seems intended to get straight into the blood, and that's evidently exactly Shenner has in mind with it. She's trading off runs and riffs with Rekkie with a glint in her eye and a challenging grin fired the older woman's way. And at last, she returns to singing, to hurl forth another verse.... Come ye now -- "No, I fear thee!" Did I say that I would lead thee? "We have walked too far this night out beyond the firelight!" Come ye now -- "No, I fear thee!" Come with me, for I will take ye Dancing now with all my brothers I am real! And like the others! Arands snorts, "Nyrek had a beauty of a job lined up... a pirate group stumbled onto our ship in the public landing bay.. I guess we'd made their wanted list.. they set us up with the authorities and we lost everything.. even the A-wing.. " Arands shakes his head, remembering the day the 'Guardian' was destroyed. "I couldn't let the Imps have her.. so I triggered a booby trap on her... blew her sky high with a platoon of Stormies standing around her... caught a transport as fa as I could get..." With a shrug, he adds... "ended up here.. haven't left.." Troy gives Araini a Smile "hello again lass...I'll have a Whiskey straight." and puffs on his cigar..and turns to watch the entertainment. Without missing so much as a single beat, Shenner continues to sing, the band continuing with its now-frenetic tempo backing her up, held together into coherent, focused power by the unceasing heartbeat throb of Loren's drumming. Yes they're real -- no, you told me Yes, I said, you should believe me Now we have you, wrapped in darkness Now we keep you, never leaving Trade your life for not belieeeee-ving! Savanin smiles at the closeness of arands story to that of his own. He knows the plight of a pilot under tough employers far to well, " That's the rub isn't it. Good ship lost, but hey, you made it out. And even manged to do some damage on the way." And then, all together, all six voices in fell harmony on the final chorus: Steele and maille and gilded crossbow Feather of the ancient windbird Wide as wonder, tall as starlight... Lords of earth and lords of fire, life the love that they desire Lords of earth and lords of fire, life the love... That they desi-ire! The band holds the very last sung syllable in a clarion chord, before the voices drop away, leaving the guitars and the drums to whirl the frantic pace of the song down to its breathless conclusion. Resniz begins to clap. Troy Clapps Very loudly... Rekkie and Shen, in the forefront of the band, bow over their guitars, and Shenner murmurs out a husky "thank you" into her collar mike. But they're both grinning widely, and so is the rest of the band, as the others take their own turns bowing. Webb snaps out of his little trance at the bar, partly because of the realisation that he has completed his consumption of his cup of tea. He blinks a few times, and looks about to see just what has changed while he was in his little daze. Arands nods to Savanin, with a shrug that says 'as if that were enough'. Turning away from the bar, he hears the applause for the band and adds his own mild applause, although he didn't appreiciate it as much as everyone else seemed to. Resniz continues to clap and walks over to the stage toward Shenner. "I don't know about the rest of you," comes Rekkie's amused tones over her own mike, "but as far as I'm concerned, that kid can sing, huh?" She flings a hand sideways to point out Shenner, and the redhead gruffly mutters out another thank-you, trying to pretend she doesn't see the thousand-watt smile Loren is flashing her from behind his drumset. Savanin almost belatedly adds his applause to the teaming masses.. Ressec ignores his pride and starts to display his affection for the band by his own clap-a difficult task with the hands of a Quarren. Simosa enters the Sandbar. Simosa has arrived. Troy turns back to the Bar and speaks to Ariani "I guess the studing is paying off.." and then turns back to watch the band. Shenner then sees Resniz approaching, and can be seen to blink down at him, seeming a bit taken aback. One of the band members -- Karm, perhaps, who's got an enormous white grin of her own in her dark-skinned face -- mutters something off-mike that makes Tethra stifle an explosive cough of laughter. Savanin rasies a hand to Simosa as he enters the bar, signaling him to join Arands and himself at the bar, "Barkeep, a glass of the same for the new XO of the 29th, " Simosa releases the tight grip on his jacket as he walks through the entrance and into the building, running a hand through his hair to remove some of the excess water. He looks visibly relieved to be out of the rain, and takes a look around the bar before moving any further. Resniz smiles up towards Shenner and says, "You sing very well. I am glad I arrived in time to hear most of your song. Is this your band?" Simosa smiles when he hears Savanin, then walks over to the bar, taking a seat besides the other pilots. _That_ comment from Resniz elicts three more barely stifled bursts of amused laughter: clearly, this time, from Tethra, Karm, and Loren. The young Corellian drummer is, in fact, wearing an ear-to-ear grin on his handsome young face. Only Aa'leet's serene Twi'lek countenance seems removed from overt levity, but the alien female has discreetly lowered her attention to her keyboard... while Rekkie Sheldon lifts her dark golden eyebrows. Resniz smiles clearly not understanding the joke but remains quite. Shenner clears her throat, and says sheepishly down at the man who's approached her, "Uh, it's hers, actually." And she jabs a thumb off to the tall blonde figure of Rekkie beside her. "But thanks!" Looking away from the door, Arands is unaware of Simosa's entrance until Savanin says something to the barkeep. With a slightly raised eyebrow and a chuckle, he turns as Simosa joins them. "Evening, Cross.. how's you rookiee pilot coming along?" Resniz nods and looks to Shenner saying, "Do you think they would mind, if during one of their breaks I played a solo number?" Savanin smiles and hands the new glass to Simosa, then in a toasting gesture among the three of them he speaks, "To the 29th, and her pilots. Remeber guys, I'm only an A-wing second away.. " Fulk enters the Sandbar. Fulk has arrived. Resniz is by the stage talking to Shenner and the band. "You'll hafta ask Rekkie, pal," says Shenner, glancing sidelong at the older woman, who's watching this conversation with a decidedly bland expression that might be amusement... and might not be. "I just sit in with these folks every so often." Simosa grins, before taking a drink from the barkeep and nodding a thanks. "Well, you know how they are...a bit touchy at first, but he's coming along." He then raises his glass after Savanin. "To the 29th." Ressec is at the bar with a content look and a Nar Shadda beer. Resniz looks to Rekkie and says, "Perhaps, I am asking the wrong beautiful woman. Would you mind if I kept the stage warm between one of your next set? Fulk makes his way into the bar, his hands shoved into his pockets as usual. He briefly stops for a few moments, offering a quick glance at the occupants before taking up a seat at the bar. Fulk sits down on a stool in front of the bar. A toast. Now there's something Arands hasn't done since before... A sad look crosses his face, fleetingly. Arands forces the ever-threatening depression away by focusing on the men before him. His family. Managing as much of a smile as he can, he raises his glass to meet the toast. "To the 29th.. and to your new command, Silk.." The drummer, Loren, mutters something off his mike, but it's clearly ribald from the way the horn players barely stifle further bursts of laughter -- and from how Shenner shoots him a heated glare. Rekkie waves a golden hand at the lot of them, drawling, "Settle down, kids," before returning her hazel regard to Resniz, and asking him, "You got an instrument, mister?" Fulk mangages to get the attention of Ariani effortlessly, briefly stating his order with a friendly nod. She returns moments later with an odd colored beverage for the Rodian. Resniz says, "Yes I do, right in my pack here 'mam. I'm afraid that it distrupts other electrical instruments at close range. So unless you have an hour to calibrate your own instruments, I will have to play mine alone."" Savanin tips his glass in toast to his friends, and takes a swollow of the drink. He smiles again, as if trying to raise Arands from the pensive mood he's drifted into. Webb turns around slowly, his eyes coming to focus upon the wide variety of potently alcoholic beverages. Given the recent circumstances upon Caspar, it might not be too far fetched to think that the Marine might actually be thinking of consuming something like that. Some events, especially those of the other night would call for a good stiff drink for some people. Then again, it doesn't take a lot of alcohol to seriously erode one's reflexes. The last time he ordered a Corellian Brandy, it was for medicinal purposes... to disinfect a rather minor wound. Simosa gulps down some of the liquid from his glass, hardly noticing the expression on Arands' face. He waits a moment, setting his glass back on the table, then smiles and says, "Well, maybe you two should enlighten me on the duties of my new post." Sensing his long-time friend's concern, Arands nods to affirm Savanin's suspicions. It's memories he should put aside. Now is not the time to let them resurface ...odd he should have to remind himself after his own offhand comment about sad music earlier. "Anyway," he states simply in a more cheerful tone. "It seems you have some work cut out for you as well, Silk.. I heard you are starting with 4 green pilots?" Rekkie can be seen to blink, first at the man before her, and then at the pack. "That a fact?" she says, rhetorically. "Well, what the hells. Last time we let somebody go solo, we got Shen. And I think we're all due for a drink anyway." She turns round, and waves again at her compatriots. "Okay, everybody, give the man some room up here, huh? 'Leet, Shen, power down." Troy takes his Drink and slams it back, with a small twinge in his face. he orders another "Whiskey on straight and clean" Resniz nods to Rekkie saying, "Thank you." then heads onto the stage taking off his jacket and placing out of the way, stage right. He then reaches into his backpack and begins taking out several pieces of equipment. With practiced ease Resniz begins putting the equipment on various parts of his person. The end result, makes him appear as if he has just stepped out of some strange holo-novel. Karm and Tethra flash Resniz a pair of polite smiles, strikingly white against their dark faces, as the brother and sister pair take advantage of the unexpected break to run cleaning cloths through their horns. The Twi'lek Aa'leet inclines her dual-tailed head, powering down her keyboard and then striding gracefully off the stage, smiling peacably to Resniz and taking a seat at what generally serves as the band's favorite table. Savanin turns to answer simosa, "It's really a two fold responsibilty, Number one is, make sure the bosses orders are carried out.. Number 2 is, make sure the boss isn't over worked.. " he grins lightly at that.. he turns back to Arands, "Yes four greens, and a new crusier two.. It's gonna be a blast getting used to the vibrations again.." You don't have to tell a Corellian twice to go get a drink, and Loren can be seen to waggle his eyebrows at Shen as the guitar player powers down the amplification circuit on her own instrument, setting it aside. By way of reply to Loren, Shen simply shoots him a blistering glare, but Rekkie intervenes and hauls the boy off by the shoulder, plopping him down between her and Aa'leet at their table. Shenner, in the meantime, trudges back towards the bar. Arands slaps Simosa on the shoulder, placing his half-full glass of Whyren's on the bar. "I'll let Silk fill you in, Cross.. I need to get a few things done at home before I go back on duty tomorrow.." Nodding to his current squadron mates with a grin, offering another somber nod to Webb, Arands pushes away from the bar and makes his way out of the room. Arands walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Arands has left. Troy Gives Shen a Smile as she heads towards the Bar..and then he shoots back another shot.. Resniz walks over the a microphone and says, "Good evening patrons. I hope you enjoy this piece, it quite old dating back to the days of the Old Republic." He then shuts off the mike and hits a switch on the black box at his belt. Yohko walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Yohko has left. Four out of the six members of the band are peering at Resniz with interest, trying to fathom what in the world he's constructed on the stage that is usually their domain. Loren is watching Shen, though, and Shen is pointedly ignoring Loren, as she reaches the bar and flags down Ariani, muttering a request for a cider. The bartender grins at her, mutters back, "Way to belt 'em out tonight, kiddo," and pours her up one. Savanin shakes his head to clear it, and with a sober and tight smile he speaks, "We'll I need to take a walk to get some fresh air, and perhaps a watering, would you like to join me Cross?" Resniz slams his left fist into the palm of his right hand. Suddenly his equipment hums to life and with it a slight humming can be heard. Gently and gracefully Resniz begins to wave and move his hands in intricate patterns, like a wizard casting some archaic spell. From movements first comes the sound of a single string instrument. The song seems very sad. Webb eventually shakes his head, then just orders another tea from Ariani, before turning to cast a somewhat searching gaze out across the bar, passing a number of faces, some twice, before eventually coming to settle upon Shenner. Webb looks at you for a moment. Simosa rubs his shoulder a bit where Arands slapped him, shaking his head slightly. He then smiles and nods, "Sure, I'll come." He starts to stand up and adds, grinning, "Keeping him from getting overworked must be a chore." Savanin smiles and nods, "You have no Idea.. " Savanin stands and leaves the bar. Savanin walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Savanin has left. Simosa walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Simosa has left. Tequa enters the Sandbar. Tequa has arrived. Resniz continues the steady flow of movement, its patterns becoming more and more complex. With each new level of complexity one can slowly hear other instruments in an orchestra begining to join the sad and powerful piece. Shen, armed with the hard fermented cider that is her beverage of choice -- at least when she's not trying to get seriously drunk -- sits back on a stool and turns her gaze up towards Resniz and the strange machinations he's carrying out up on the stage. The redhead takes her drink in small sips, just enough at a time to soothe her throat. Troy raises an eyebrow at what Resniz is doing on the stage...and mutters to him self "What the hell..." Tequa waves off the helpful bartender, "Just a seat right now, thanks," she replies, pulling up a chair at a vacant table. Rekkie and her compatriots at their table are paying polite attention, though at least in the case of Rekkie and Aa'leet, _they're_ paying attention, while Loren is still peering off across the bar at the redheaded guitar player. Karm and Tethra, still on the stage but behind the construct that Resniz has put up for his music-making, are beginning to look impressed. Resniz continues his slow and gracefully movements, his face deep in concentration. The orchestra is suddenly joined by what sounds like a large female choir, their voices crying out in a beautiful but still sad song of unknown language. It seems that Ressec is, well, dissapointed with the one man band. Of course, he never did care too much for music to begin with, finding almost all he has found at is favorate drinking spots a disturbance. But, as with all songs, he has learned to put it out of his mind. Fulk readjusts his glance, leaving the posters and pictures on the wall that the Rodian was eying, towards the musician up on stage. He grins slightly, along with a long sip from his strange drink. Troy shakes his head....and orders another shot "Whiskey Clean.." and lights another cigar. Some of the energy Shenner is ferociously spending on ignoring Loren finds itself a new outlet: Resniz and his apparently invisible orchestra and choir. It's official -- Shen's intrigued. Tequa casts a curious look up at the man on stage, arms folding in front her as she watches the display with intrest and a hint of amusement. Resniz's song suddenly begins a slow change, it's tones begin to brighten, as if dawn has broken upon a bleak landscape. Resniz's movements become much more animated. The song takes on an almost athem type feel, drums begin to pound with an inspiring beat. Resniz's movements become more rigid, as the anthem seems to slow, and the sound of drums dominates the music. It's feel as if some great battle is about to take place. Troy shoots back his drink...shakes his head and then walks out of the bar. Troy walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Troy has left. Resniz song begins to speed up, with several rising and falling crashes from the various instruments sound out. One could easily image some great and fast paced battle taking place. Resniz' arms and hands seem alive as the weave their intricate patterns. Tequa leans back in her chair, taking the moment to just try and follow the music and Resniz's gestures that intertwine with it. "Strange," she murmmers to a nearby patron as she listens closely. Resniz suddenly the orchestra's instruments rise up together in one last rise. It's beat is fast, the drums beating out the last furies of this titanic battle. Then with one final crash from the orchestra all is silent. Then slowly you can hear the lone string instrument playing its sad song again, by itself. As if the outcome of the battle is unknown and many have paid the ultimate price. Fulk twitches an brow, almost seeming that the Rodian was intrigued, but how hard can that be to pick up. Swiveling around in his chair, now facing the musician, another swig of his beverage meets his green snout. Then Resniz's now slow movements once again begin to gracefully speed up and take a more dramatic pose. With his movements the music begins to reach and inspiring tone. The instruments and the choir begin to cry out in a vitorious song. "I bet he recorded it," mutters Loren at the band's table. He is sharply elbowed by Rekkie, and given a stern glance from the liquid dark eyes of Aa'leet. The young Corellian ows, slouching down in his seat and peevishly trying to pretend he's still not periodically glancing off across the way at Shenner. And Shen, still on her stool at the bar, is staring intently in the direction of the man on the stage -- though whether it's because of his equipment, his movements, the music, or all three is anybody's guess. Resniz then with perfect timing, the song begins to build up to its climax, the instruments and chorus singers, crying out with more and more intensity. And when it seems it can go no higher, Resniz raises his arms up high in a V and with a final cry of the drums and chorus he brings his arms down upon his chest for the last dramatic crash. Resniz stands standing perfectly still save his heavy breathing. Ressec turns back to his drink, wondering about the specticle and the strange music. Tequa grins slightly, nodding appreciatively at the man on stage. The patron she'd been talking to begins to applaud wildly. Karm and Tethra can be heard to clap, then, from behind the man's set-up equipment; just at the same time, Rekkie and Aa'leet also applaud, while more applause ripples out across the establishment, several heads quirked inquiringly, one or two older beings who actually know the piece looking rather sentimental. Shenner applauds as well, grinning to herself, that intrigued look still lingering in her green eyes; then she finishes off her cider. Finally, grudgingly, like a small boy who's just been reminded to be polite to his elders, Loren comes in on the applause, too. Resniz looks up and placing his hands out to the side bows. With the movement the sound of several instruments can be heard coming from high to low. He smiles in embarresment and quickly hits a switch with his elbow. Fulk finishes off his drink hastily in one final throw off his head, setting the empty glass quietly down on the bar. Resniz walls over to the mike turning it on and says, "Thank you." With that he shuts it off again and walks over to his backpack. Carefully removing his equipment. "Recorded it, huh?" mutters Rekkie dryly to her young drummer. Loren mumbles something that suggests that it's what _he'd_ have done, but fortunately, he doesn't mumble it very loudly. Rekkie, in the meantime, is the first to rise from her seat and go forth to tell the man to whom she's loaned her stage, "That was quite impressive. Motion sensor system, huh?" Aa'leet, too, rises from her seat and glides over to join her band leader, delivering appreciation in her accented Basic; Karm and Tethra's mellifluous deep voices call out "Well done" from the chairs they'd taken at the back of the stage. Resniz looks to Rekkie and says, "Actually, its a blend of motion sensors, neural sensors, and eye movement cordination. Along with a really good computer." Upon taking a small device out of his pocket, Ressec says to Ariani, "Well, barkeep, Looks like it's passin', uh, jeez, midnight Caspar time. I better get home." With that Ressec tosses some change on the counter and heads to the door. Ressec walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Ressec has left. "And you carry that around with you all the time?" is Rekkie Sheldon's intrigued reply. She gives the man room to disassemble his gear, though, watching with her fascinated hazel gaze... while in the meantime, back over at the bar, Shen glances around, a look of disappointment flickering across her countenance. Tequa stands, whispering an excuse as her tablemate looks up questioningly. To the other patrons of the bar, Tequa excuses herself with a quick nod and a slight smile, and quickly departs. Tequa walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Tequa has left. Resniz says, "Not always, just when I to the Academy to practice." Fulk glances over his shoulders to the patrons exiting hastily, nodding to the woman who just made her way out of the entrance. He shrugs slightly to himself, laying a few cred chips down at his spot. While the rest of the band waits with cheerful patience to get their stage back -- well, most of them; Loren's still peeking off the way at Shenner -- Shen herself passes her cider mug back to Ariani and mutters a question to the bartender. The answer, apparently, is unsatisfactory, and Shen frowns around the bar again as if trying to convince herself of what she's failing to see. Fulk stands up and walks away. Fulk walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Fulk has left. "I'm gonna just step out and see if he's still around, okay...? I'll be back in in a bit, tell Rekkie..." This, muttered, from Shen to Ariani, and while the band's blonde-haired, hazel-eyed leader chats with Resniz about his setup, the redheaded girl slips quietly out of the bar. [End log.]