Time's End Cantina (Non-Canon, Non-Battle, Non-Sensible)

Rive Caedo · Time's End Cantina (Non-Canon, Non-Battle, Non-Sensible)

"So a Jedi, a droid, and a B'omarr monk walk into a bar..."

Welcome to Time's End Cantina. A completely non-canon environment for characters from all time periods to share a drink.

There are only 3 rules:

You may only enter with one version of a character at a time.
Meaning, I couldn't have the 10 year old version of Rive Caedo and the 40 year old version of Rive Caedo in the cantina at the same time.
This is mostly because things get too weird otherwise and people get confused.

You may not start shooting everyone in sight.
Minor bar fights starting is fine, but if you cause too much of a ruckus then cantina security is likely to kick you out.

What happens in the cantina, stays inside the cantina.
Since Time's End is strictly non-canon (thus why a Knights of the Old Republic character could share a drink with a prequel-era character), nothing that happens here can affect the outside timeline.
The exception to this being other non-canon threads.

While this is not Mos Eisley Cantina (droids are allowed), it does have the same layout.

Rive Caedo

((Reading through the posts I've missed, I saw someone saying that there weren't enough non-battle roleplays (in fact, I don't think we've had one since the beginning of the forum) - but didn't actually bother to make one it seems. So, I did.))

With gloved fingers, Rive Caedo brushed the snow out of his grey-tipped, scruffy hair. He'd jumped here from his brief - failed - mission on Orto Plutonia so quickly that it hadn't had time to completely melt.

The cantina was mostly empty except for the light music of a duo of Bith on the risen platform to the right of the bar. The tone was relatively somber, since they were both playing wind instruments. The walls were painted a deep blue color that appeared fresh and the floor was tiled in a silver that matched the metal bar counter.

As Rive stepped towards the bar, his moist boots making a slight squishing sound as he did so, a Chiss bartender walked out from the office behind the back of the bar and into the circular serving area.

"Welcome to Time's End, my friend. What'll it be?"

Dakoth

Aprehensively, Dakoth walked into the dim light of the Time's End Cantina, not seeing much of an alternative. His sunburned eyes squinted as he took a furitive glance up into the cave-like structure. Tall men sat in tall chairs sipping tall drinks. Almost all of them carried guns, this was most certainly not a den of role models. Yet it was still safer than being outside, if only barely.

Straight ahead of him, oblivious to his presence, was a rather unkempt looking fellow with flecks of ice still clinging to his clothing. He stuck out like a 30 story tall, fire breathing, sore thumb. His entrance had attracted the attention of most of the patrons who cared enough about the passerbys, allowing Dakoth to enter without so much as a blink.

And so, Dakoth did what any other lonesome four year old would do, and crawled under an empty table to whimper.

Rive Caedo

((Edited my post from saying that the cantina was empty except for the bartender and two musicians to it being "mostly" empty - to fit your post Smile

))

Rive caught the quick movement of a young boy in the reflection of the chrome plated serving area behind the bar. The Jedi smirked as the boy crawled under a table.

"Get the kid a blue milk on me." Rive said and pulled a thin Imperial credit coin ((Time's End accepts all major currencies from the dawn of the Old Republic until the death of the universe Razz

)) from his pocket. It was, unfortunately, frozen to half a dozen other coins and the Jedi needed to struggle to break it loose from the rest.

Finally passing the coin to the red-eyed bartender, he added, "And get me a Flameout - emphasis on the flame."

Xander Vos

Darth Minious, one time feared Sith Lord of the Kroprulan Empire, and now a sorry outcast, strode into the bar, his regal movements never having been truly forgotten, only pushed aside until an occasion such as this, upon which first impressions mattered. He didn't feel like getting a half-drunken bottle of ale thrown at him today, and exuding an aura of power was vital to carrying through with the plan.

Settling into a comfortable seat at the bar, he glanced aside at a grey-haired old man, and then snorted and turned away. Any man with ice in his hair on a planet like this was too strange to be worth contemplating. Nodding to catch the barman's attention, he gestured at the shelf, where a particularly potent bottle of Corellian Brandy sat.

When the barman reached for a shot glass, pouring an ounce of the fine, smoky liquer into it and replaced the bottle on the shelf, Minious shook his head, "The whole bottle for me, sir," he murmured, "I don't feel like staying sober for much longer."

"As you'll have it sir," the barman nodded, and exchanged the bottle with the rather heftily valued cred-chip in Minious'.

"Keep the change," Minious said, "And get me a real glass."

Dakoth

Having tucked himslef in the deepest recess of his table, Dakoth dried his glossed eyes and silently stole a peek at the newest entrance to the Cantina. The weather-worn man glid across the dusted flooring with an eloquence one did not merely happen into. The man struck him as a hibernating Krayt Dragon, sure it was harmless to sit next to, but that didn't mean you wanted to go and poke it.

A rather eccentric looking serving droid turned Dakoth's ponderings into vapor as it chimed a greeting. Expertly lowering a rather potent looking beverage into the child's waiting arms, the droid chirped merrily.

"Your flameout, sir, curtesy of the Snowman" With that, the droid waddled off towards the bar, delicately balancing a blue glass upon it's serving tray.

The vibrant concotion seemed to simmer as Dakoth tenatively raised it to his lips, allowing a small trickle to slink down into his dried mouth. Almost immediately a wave of dizzying sparks mashed forward from the back of his head, causing the boy to wince, his throat suddenly home to a magma flow.

Not wanting to appear impolite, Dakoth quickly slid the drink under the table, still coughing as he did.

Io Lee

Io Lee came strolling in peacefully. As usual Io was very contemplative. His appearance was tattered due to the fact that he was in hiding from the Galactic Empire. He was weary do to his travels. Hiding his force presence was something that came second nature to him.

When he walked in he saw a little boy in the corner of a booth sipping on a drink. A elderly man as well was sipping on a drink. For some strange reason, there was icicles hanging from the man. Io was to fascinated by the fact that the man had ice crystals hanging from his hair and didn't noticed the other man at the bar. He sat right next to the elderly man.

"What'll you have?" the bartender asked.
"I want something light, don't care what you give just something light." Io said appreciatively.

Xander Vos

Minious glanced sideways at the newest patron of the bar, and sneered at his choice of drink.

"Why come to a bar if you're going to have something light, my friend?" He gestured to the bartender to bring them a second tumbler, and set it in front of the man, and, amidst his protests, poured him a shot of Brandy full to the brim.

"Well, drink up," Minious grinned, throwing back his own tumbler.

Rive Caedo

The droid server approached Rive Caedo's from the left. Rive removed his thick, padded gloves and placed them on the chrome bar surface and then grabbed the drink it was offering. The droid then began to walk towards the band duet.

Rive took a single sip of the drink before putting the glass down on the bar and then extending his right arm to catch the droid's shoulder just before it got out of reach.

"Get your photoreceptors checked, droid." Rive said as he released the droid's shoulder and rose from the stool. It wasn't really worth getting upset about. No matter how much you shout at a droid, it's likely to keep making the same mistakes: the nature of their programming.

Taking two large strides to the table he'd seen the boy under. Rive squatted down - bringing his eyes just level to the bottom of the table. The boy flinched slightly.

Rive took the sparkling cold-hot blue drink from the boy's hand and replaced it with the cold blue milk that had mistakenly been given to himself.

Wiping the rim of the flameout's glass with the edge of his fur coat, Rive spoke without meeting eyes with the boy, "You might want to get out from under there before you get a boot in the face when someone tries to sit there. Or a claw if you're less lucky."

A drop of melting ice fell from Rive's bangs into the flameout which caused it to fizz loudly. This brought a slight smile to the Jedi's face - it indicated the drink was well made.

Crozeus

"A reactor core." Was all that Crozeus said from his stool at the bar. He was half slumped over the table, his elbow resting in a pool of some sticky liquid, yet even as he blearily focused on this, he didn't react, even if he wanted to. He belched slightly and sour bile rose in his throat.

The bartender looked at him condenscendingly. "Don't you think you've had enough?"

He was met with a foul stare and a credit coin. "Just make it happen," Crozeus slurred, a faint trickle of saliva falling gracefully from the corner of his mouth. He forced himself around and looked at the others in the bar. Jedi, nearly all of them. A smile probed Crozeus' lip, as the image of several staggering, drunk Jedi trying to "keep the peace". Hypocrites. Fools.

His drink was served to him and he downed it in one. "Again." This time, the bartender didn't complain.

Sarah Skywalker

Sarah and Flame crept around the corner just in time to see there target break cover and run for his life. Putting on a quick burst of speed she quickly caught up with the man and decapitated him before he had so much as blinked.

Feeling her job was done Sarah turned around and noticed a bar, "Hey Flame what do you say to a few drinks"? she asked her companion - her apprentice.

Receiving telepathic conformation, they walked towards the cantina. Upon entering Sarah immediately sensed a confused and scared little boy. Then, to her amazement, she sought out the child and offered to help him by providing him with protection and safety until they could find his parents.

The reason that this is so amazing is that the last time she remembered doing something even remotely similar was when she was still a child herself... but then she was kidnapped and brought up by the Sith.

Jianna Merrowmere

Jianna entered the cantina apprehensively. She didn't usually frequent drinking establishments, but this was part of her training now as a Jedi. For some reason her Jedi Master had sent her here. Though she was already a knight she still tended to listen to her Master and follow the suggestions that were given to her.

The smoky dimness was nothing like the airy inns she had played and sang in on Adarlon. Though the years had passed since joining the Jedi, she still played her musical instruments. Her flute was in a small case tucked into her coat pocket.

Jianna looked around and spotted a very drunk looking individual sitting at the bar, his appearance disleveled and his eyes red and blurry, apparent even in the less than bright illumination. She walked over and took a stool not far from his.

"Wine, please, red if you have it." She said to the bartender who was laboriously wiping glasses with a dingy towel and putting them on a shelf within easy reach of his long arms and busy hands.

She then turned to the other stool's inhabitant. "It's a fine evening Sir, isn't it? The night is mild and the breeze calm. Great night to sit and have a drink and enjoy talking with acquaintances. My name is Jianna, what's yours?"

She held out her hand to Crozeus, hoping for a handshake and to strike up a conversation.

Crozeus

Crozeus looked up with a grunt. His eyes focused sharply on the newcomer. It was a rare occurence did anyone talk to him, let alone women.

"Brint." He said.

Jianna Merrowmere

"Brint, is that your name? Where are you from?" He could barely get his own name out, the grunt had been almost indiscernable. He lowered his head again and she continued to speak.

"What are you drinking? Would you like something to eat?" He looked like he could use a good meal. The bartender was watching her with what looked like pity in his eyes. He probably thought she was here looking for a fling for the night. How silly of him! Jianna thought to herself. She was supposed to be here learning that Jedi needed to understand the wider world. It wasn't all about studying in the Temple and playing her musical instruments in respectable places. As a knight she might just end up in lots of places like this while trying to help the galaxy's citizenry.

Brint looked like he was about to be sick, and she leaned back a bit, out of the way of a possible episode of upchucking.

Crozeus

"Serreno."

Crozeus leaned back, the vertebrae in his back popping audibly. He raised his hands to his face, protecting his bloodshot eyes from the seemingly searing lights.
For the first time, he looked at her fully.
"I don't need anyhting," he slurred, leaning forward slightly.

Jianna Merrowmere

Jianna leaned back a little more and almost considered standing behind her stool in order to use it if necessary to block incoming secretions. He really was in bad shape. She began to wonder if she had made a mistake, but decided to carry on attempting to help him.

"Are you certain that you don't need anything? You look really ill. Do you need a medic or a clinic? Is there one nearby?"

She continued to watch him, ready to dive out of the way if he should begin to spew the alcoholic contents of his stomach.

Crozeus

Crozeus' eyes flashed red. Quickly scanning the area with the Force to check no one was looking their way, he hissed.

"It's a visage, fool. Get out of here before you blow my cover!"

Jianna Merrowmere

Jianna scowled at 'Brint'. Usually timid, his reaction caused her temper to flair. "Who do you think you're calling a fool you drunk. Visage? More like a permanent state of inebrity. Ha!"

She continued to stand where she was, a tight look of fury on her expressive face.

Crozeus

Crozeus sneered. "Some Jedi you are, you can barely contain your anger."

Jianna should have noticed by now that his eyes were no longer bloodshot, his speech no longer slurred. It was clear he was never, in fact, drunk.

Jianna Merrowmere

Jianna's eyes widened. Uh-oh. What was happening here? Now she understand her Master's reasoning. What had she called it?

Learning to discern the circumstances around you. Seems like she might have blown this one.

"Who are you really and what are you doing?" She asked the question in a whisper.

Crozeus

Crozeus snorted derisively. And to think that he once considered this one powerful.
"Why would I tell you, Jedi?" He sneered.

Yet, he could still tell that this one was incredibly powerful in the Force... even if she didn't express it.

Jianna Merrowmere

Jianna looked kindly at him from behind the stool. He seems so embittered she thought to herself. Her training to be a Jedi ambassador had been completed, at least the classroom part of it. That was where her true skill lay. In dealing with people, her optimistic nature a balm to overt antagonism. Her ability and gentle-hearted nature had been noticed right away. Her affinity to the Light Side had shown from her like a beacon in the night. Now she had come out into the real world to do practical applications of what would be her life's work.

She had passed her trials and even become proficient at combat skills, though fighting was not her choice. Bringing people together was what she and others envisioned her future to be in the Jedi Order. Even her music aided her in doing so.

She took her flute case from her pocket, opened the case and lifted the finely tuned instrument to her lips. She began to play and notes so beautiful and soothing as to touch the soul filled the cantina.

Dakoth

Dakoth slid his tiny form atop of the awkward clay barstool, mindful of the blue milk now in his hand. The last thing he wanted to do was spill it and upset his new friend. At least he thought he was a friend. The scruffy stranger seemed nice enough, albiet a little odd. Scruffy had forgotten about him for a second it seemed. He was now staring contentedly into the firey cocktail that Dakoth had felt obligated to take a sip from.

The man sure had strange tastes, he mused. Who wouldn't simply be happy with a glass of blue milk? Adults were such odd creatures, always in a hurry to get somewhere and then collapsing in a heap when they did. They had no idea how to eat, or for that matter play. At least the good ones always tried to help.

Hoping that perhaps scruff was one of the good ones, Dakoth opened his mouth.

"Whats your name?"

Jiub

Draistin Yezzif walked into the bar alone, despite having many companions that traveled with him. He often got tired of their frivolous actions. He didn't know why more people couldn't be like the Velabri!

His silver, spiked hair and white eyes often drew attention, but he didn't care as long as no one bothered him for it. If they did, he hoped it wouldn't turn into a fight, but he wouldn't tolerate disrespect.

It seemed that there were a couple of people talking to each other here. Some of them didn't know each other. He wondered why they would be talking to each other if they didn't know each other. He rarely talked to anyone except for on the rare occasion that he saw a Velabri, if he was obligated to do so, or someone needed to be put in their place.

He walked slowly, but when someone stood up from the bar they bumped into his shoulder. He swung his shoulder forward a little to make them knock back into the bar and growled, "Watch where you're walking, idiot."

Crozeus

Crozeus had said nothing while this impermeable Jedi played, simply sitting there, hands over his eyes. Now he watched with interest as the newcomer shunted a regualr down. Perhaps there would be a fight.

Xander Vos

As he continued to drink, Minious grew bored, and silly. And a bored, silly, drunk Sith was a dangerous combination.

As the bottle slowly emptied, Minious grew more and more interested in an apparently fixed feature of the bar, a series of pipes that went out of the wall and up through the roof. He gazed at them every few tumblers, eventually forced to squint as they grew stabilizers and wings and begun to weave about as he looked at them.

Finally, growling in frustration he reached up a hand and ripped the piping out of the wall to halt their movement... and immediately regretted it as some form of muddy, slimey liquid flew out hitting him square in the face and ruining his robes.

Rive Caedo

Rive took another sip of his flameout - the burn dancing across his tongue and the intense freezing down his throat it caused distracting him from the fact that his entire heavy fur coat was still half-frozen. As he did this he kept an eye on an escalating situation between a man and woman that seemed to have just calmed down when the woman produced a small flute from her pocket.

... although he wasn't sure how the two Bith players would react to a competing musician. It could cause another situation in no time at...

Rive snapped back to himself. His mind flew back a few seconds - like an old magnitape reader rewinding.

"What's your name?"

Yes, yes... he was fairly sure that was what the young boy had said a good six or seven seconds ago. The young boy that was now sitting atop a barstool on Rive's own advice that he should get out from under the table... being out of sight in a place like this was a good way to get shot by someone ready to jump at shadows.

Blinking as he realized that it had now been a full ten seconds since the boy asked the question, Rive tried to play it off with tact, "In my day, it was usually polite to give your own name before asking the name of the person who had the generosity to buy them---"

Something impacted against Rive's back and he sprung up from his kneeling position and then spun back against the far wall - behind the table... no threat. Just another situation that was getting out of hand. Considering that the bar looked brand new and the cantina was freshly painted - the owner probably wouldn't be too happy about someone pulling down serving tubes and getting his supply all over the...

Rive felt a presence he knew enter the bar and his eyes darted to the entryway. They met with the bulbous eyes of an aging blue Rodian who had a ridiculous straw hat on his head. He waved a cane at Rive from across the room.

"... Well," Rive thought to himself, "I believe that makes five situations now."

In resignation, the bearded Jedi took another sip of his drink... or tried to, if not for the fact that he'd splattered it against the cantina wall when he'd jumped to his feet a moment ago.

"Six."

Jiub

The man that had bumped into Draistin didn't fall down, but he sprang right back at Draistin, trying to punch him in the face. He was drunk and Draistin managed to block the punch and throw him down to the ground even easier than with a normal person.

The man didn't get up off of the ground, but he pulled a pistol out of a holster and aimed it at Draistin. Draistin just squeezed the man's wrist using the force. He squeezed so hard, that the man's wrist broke. He cried out in pain. "Leave me alone," Draistin said looking at the ground but not exactly at the ground, "or you will lose more than your wrist today."

The bartender looked angrily at him, but he did not care. He would not be kicked out if he could manage to not get in too many fights. But the tension and problems in this room were growing by the second. Perhaps this was not the place to go to get away from it all. Still, he was here, he might as well get something.

He sat down at the bar and said, "Get me the strongest stuff you have. The sooner I don't know what is going on here the better."

Sarah Skywalker

"Hey are you ok"? Sarah asked again but the little boy just stood up and scrambled up onto a barstool beside a man with melting hair"I won't ask again but What is your name and is he your father"?

Dakoth

Dakoth was now rather worried once more, as a woman was now approaching him at full speed. His hands firmly clutched the dusty stone of the barstool as her words rang in his ears. "What is your name? Is he your Father?" She demanded, no, threatened.

"Yes" Dakoth squeaked.

"Your name is yes?" She answered, confused.

"No"

"So it isn't?

"No" Dakoth mumbled back

"So your name is yes." She asserted

"Yes.. No" Dakoth was becoming uncomfortable now and just wanted a way out. "He's my Daddy!"

Jaden Nightsaber

The dusty planet of Tattooine had never really appealed to a space pirate like Nova Sky. He operated the best in big cities with scum in the underworlds. The closest he would get to that is Cantina patrons. But still Nova was stuck on this planet for another three days or so.

His weary feet carried the pirate out of the hot suns and into a cooler but no less comfortable place. The Cantina seemed rather on average, nothing special here. Nova simply walked up the bar and let the others go about their business, flashing his blaster on his waist as he walked.

Turvofke

"Tell me again why we're on Tatooine, Turbo?" Ilanna asked, glaring over at Turvofke like she wasnt the least bit enthuised the minute they landed in the hangar. She begins the shut down of all systems, and opens the retractable landing platform.

He had this childish smile quirked across his face like some kid getting ready to do something he knows he shouldnt. "Waoowhao orwhoooh. Aoacoohurracao aoacahc ohrac rooohurc ahwawora..." (don't know. thought this was your idea) Turbo replied casually, leaning back in the co-pilot seat, propping his legs up, crossed, on the dash.

She sighs as she walks back towards the loading ramp and shouts, "I sware, if your up to something, I'm gonna actually go through with what I swore the day I picked your butt up on Coruscant!"

Turvofke laughed to himself, following not far behind. "Rooohu ohoohuanwa ahww rooohu oaoohuanwa rcworawa aoacwo coarchuwwww ooww scro wwoorcwoacworawa wwrcoosc aoacwo wwanoooorc." (you would if you could reach the scruff of my forehead from the floor.)

"HUSH!" she replied, loading a charge into E-116.

Even though they both were beginning to think this wasnt the best of plans, there was one thing they could agree on; money. So who knows, maybe the two would get lucky with scratching a deal for some employment.