[Game Thread] Part One: I Don't Believe in Coincidence

[GrandCommander13]

The swoops are only being sent down the road every few minutes. From their vantage point Pelon and Zatrel can see a big commotion being made before each race: likely the obligatory smack talk combined with impromptu betting on the outcome. After letting the next set of racers come down the track, Zatrel and Pelon are able to cross the street safely and meet up with the others.

[DoubleL1987]

Malcolm raised a welcoming hand as the Zabrak and Kel Dor came closer, looking at Omemo with a wry smile. "See, told you it was worth waiting a bit longer. So, you guys find anything interesting?"

[Melchior]

Zatrel shrugs as the human calls out to them as they approach, responding as he comes up near them, "Maybe. Some things the lady may find interesting." He gestures to the woman with the hand holding his cigarra. Putting the smoking stick back in his mouth he looks absently around the stadium. It seemed unlikely that Imperials would be looking for them out here, if they had even learned they were missing yet. They probably didn't have to move that quickly, though he did not want to linger too long.

"Does the name Vallut mean anything to you?" He asks, directing the question towards the woman. "He's Quarren, if that helps. Or Baleb Tal'Noy."

[Jocularity]

Kai crossed the road at Zatrel's side, his eyes looking through the crowds and surroundings idly. Once reaching there, he let Zatrel speak first while he cleared his throat and rubbed his neck. It was still sore, although he had Just to let you know, i'd have used my second wind at some point by now, and recovered my condition to normal again.recovered as much as he could since being hit. He elaborated on Zatrel's words casually and softly. "They were mentioned in the little gift given to us by the fellow from earlier. We looked when we were at my home. Which had already been raided, alarmingly enough. But the most important things were saved." He said, and looking at the glow rod in his hand. It may have sounded like sarcasm to them, though it was in mentioning it that he realized he should probably put it in his pack rather than carrying it around.

[ReggaeMortis]

"Baleb was my teacher." - Larria replies, looking at Zatrel somewhat suspiciously and stepping back defensively. Thus seems more than strange. "How do you know him?" - this is asked even a little aggressively. "Could he be a spy? No, that's impossible. Or is it?.. He did fight the imperials, but what does that prove? They wouldn't know we'd get away beforehand to plant him, would they? And a Zabrak working for the Empire? Inconceivable." - for a second Larria imagines a Zabrak in Darth Vader's garb, holding a lightsaber. That image seems really disturbing for some reason. The Kel Dor's words prove to be quite calming, though.
"Ah, I see. And who is the first guy?" - she asks after a very brief pause. "Was Baleb involved with the Spynet? He never told..."

[Connor]

Omemo keeps a sharp eye out as they all stood there and spoke, aiming to at least appear in tune with what was going on around them. "Perhaps, if you've spoke enough, we can move this inside, possibly to a cafe or cantina... my treat."

[Jocularity]

"I could certainly do with a hot drink to ease the sting in my neck, thank you. Which one is best, do you think?"

[Melchior]

Zatrel shoots the Kel Dor a look when the Jedi pipes up. He had wanted to keep the source of the information a secret until he judged the woman's reaction, but he supposed it didn't really matter. Looking back at the woman Zatrel frowns, 'Teacher, huh?' That would certainly explain why her picture would have been there, if she was going to be accompanying a Bothan Spynet operative. Was she involved in the Bothan spy network?

Zatrel frowns when she clearly does not recognize the Quarren's name. Sighing he shrugs his shoulders, "He just some wannabe crime lord that got in over his head and ran afoul of the Imperials. He's well informed enough that someone is willing to pay big money to spring him free, though. Or permanently keep him from talking. I was hoping you could tell me more than that. Your teacher's name came up, as did your picture. Seems the Bothans are as interested in the mysterious fugitive that got us all arrested as the Imperials are. I don't suppose this teacher of yours ever told you why you were coming to this planet? Or told you the name of one of his Spynet buddies? No doubt there's a dozen more in this city."

He glances towards the tall Ithorian, "Uh... yeah I suppose I could use a drink."

[GrandCommander13]

Being very close to a sports stadium there is no trouble finding a cantina to enter. Several tables are occupied, and most of the people sitting at them glance up at you before they return to ignoring anyone who isn't part of their little world. A few, however, let their gaze linger on the group for a moment before directing their eyes, and their attention, back to those sitting in front of them. Stepping past them, the group is able to approach either the bar or a table.

"I don't like Hammerheads," the bartender calls from across the room. Everyone already in the bar gives the group a second look, peering over their shoulders or past their friends'. "He's going to have to go."

[Connor]

"Well then... in your infinite suggestion, do you happen to know a place I can possibly spend a small fortune on food and drink, that does welcome me?" Omemo directs entirely at the bartender. It wasn't entirely a bluff, and it would have more weight if the bartender was the owner of the establishment, generally accepting Creds over personal preference. He understands that he will likely draw some unwarranted attention to the party, but in this situation, he figured the needs outweighed the risk... and besides he was hungry and could essentially spend a small fortune on food and drink for the party. They did 'save' his life.

[GrandCommander13]

The bartender considers Omemo's words for a moment. He picks up an empty glass from the bar and starts wiping it, then turns his back to the group. After wiping the glass for a moment he turns back around. "Oh alright," he says grudgingly. "But only one drink for you," he adds, leveling a finger at Omemo. "The last one of your kind I had in here got drunk and wound up tearing half the place apart with one of those shouts of his." He sets the glass down then throws his hands in the air. "But fine. Don't lowball me on the tips either though."

[Connor]

"I can assure you that I shall not be getting drunk, nor 'shouting' at anyone or anything. Regardless me, and my compatriots thank you and will tip accordingly." With that having been said, Omemo moves everyone to a larger table that was located in the cantina, more than enough room for them all, and in a good position to watch who leaves and who comes in... but more importantly, it offered an outside view.

[DoubleL1987]

Malcolm didn't have much tolerance for racism - when you grow up together in the slums, you stop caring about race once you realise the galaxy was more than prepared to dump all over everyone equally. He was more than ready to use the same Mind Trick Pelon had used on the police earlier, but it seemed the Ithorian's swinging around of credits worked just as well, if not quite as stylishly.

Sitting down at the seat closest to the door, he ordered a drink before glancing at the Kel Dor. "You asked earlier why I called you 'old man', right? Well, it's kind of hard to tell how old you guys are, plus my master always talked about this 'wise old Kel Dor' she knew back on Coruscant, so I sort of assumed all of you who are...Well, like me, are all old and wisened."

[Jocularity]

He nodded, as he sat down with his drink. Something hot and soothing, while non-alcoholic. He had trouble pronouncing its name with his alien facial structure. "That's understandable. And I think i may know who she might have meant. If i'm thinking of the same person, he was a council member, and somewhat of a role-model for me. Kai glanced around at the other patrons, having noted that many of them had looked over at them when they entered. One or more could easily be eavesdropping, so he thought it prudent not to use the word "Jedi" at any point. "We should save stories of days gone by for another time though. This mysterious datacard demands our immediate attention. Though i believe introductions might be nice to go through first. I am called Pelon Kai."

[Connor]

Omemo sat with a fruity-veggie-organic-blend drink, one that he was sure the others would cringe at, but Ithorians enjoyed quite a lot. Furthermore a plate of unwashed uncooked fruits and vegetables were later brought to the table per his request. "Most call me Ursmal Omemo, but those whom I trust simply call me Omemo." He didn't tell more than that because most of the rest was obvious.