• Ord Mantell

• Crappy Cantina

The silver haired Taldryan took a drink from his glass, the scorching whisky burning the air in his nose as his drink lingered a moment at his lips. Tarax, like several Equites in the Brotherhood, was away from his home system, doing reconnaissance and information gathering at the behest of their leaders. It was because of this that Tarax found himself on Ord Mantell, one very large junkyard punctuated by a few spaceports and cantinas, plus far too many Mandalorians.

For a moment, he contemplated playing it cool and just throwing some credits at the cantina keep. They were fonts of information, and often far cheaper than more organized brokers. Of course, Rian had given him only so much money, and when given the option, the Obelisk generally preferred having more money on hand than less.

It was this simple pragmatism that guided his hands to grab the Bothan sitting next to him. In an instant, the far smaller furred creature found the center of his spine pressed violently into the rough carboplast bar. It tried sputtering a reply, but Tarax merely leaned in, a killer’s look in his eye. “Who’s been moving shipments of rifle receivers through here, and don’t tell me you don’t know.”

The furry critter struggled for a moment, unable to break the grip of the Force powered cyborg, before it replied. “Berth 27 at the spaceport, but they’re gonna know you’re coming.” The Bothan’s voice was shaken, near pitiful. It fed the Dark side well.

Behind the bar, the cantina keep’s hands moved towards a cut down blast cannon, but a withering glance from the Taldryan, empowered by his Obelisk Force training, prevented the keep from going further. “Good,” Tarax said, focusing his attention back on the Bothan, “this is boring as hell.”

Finished with the alien, and also finished with the Cantina, the cyborg tossed the Bothan into the opposite wall, took its drink, drained it, and then pulled a handful of creds from the tip jar. It was going to be an interesting night.

--== Report Time ==--

Hey everyone, been a while, but with good reasons. Horizons was awesome, right? I didn’t personally get to get as stuck in as I’d like, which I blame fully on my place of employment. Still, the story was stangin’ cool, and the fiction updates and comic rocked my socks.

Not a whole lot to say on this one, but I did want to remind everyone that the competitions have resumed, with clickable links below. First up is…

The Business End (of Lust). Yep, this time, the Sin du jour is Lust. Where Greed was about a thing, I’m looking for poems that describe the person or people your character lusts for. I really, REALLY need to remind you all, please don’t send me smut, I have a whole lot of internet dedicated to that. No, seriously, there’s a lot of it out there, it’s almost disconcerting.

The next one is another in the Load the Can(n)ons series, and with great thanks to Shaz’air “Sid” Taldrya. for the suggestion. It’s a little late, as this was Halloween themed, but still appropriate. Unlike the others in the series, #9 is open to any canon character, and the challenge is to write a horror story, with judging criteria weighted towards that. Make click for tell spooky story. Jinkies.

Not much more to say this evening, but I do want to congratulate our Grand Master and his Wife on the pending arrival of their new addition.

Formspring, by the way, to take advantage of my availability.

OP Mirado Pepoi L'eonheart

Praetor to the Voice

A catch in my throat, choke, torn into pieces. I won’t, no, I don’t want to be this, but I won’t let this build up inside of me…