Star Wars The Old Republic

She shooks her head and marches off trough The Corridor. He fooled her. Men are all the same.

 

Ulysses sighed, he had feared it would turn ugly, but he had to be honest with her. She deserved that much, and he couldn’t pretend like everything was perfect. The medic went back to his room and sat down to think.

 

After a while The Group smells a Delicious meal getting prepared in The Kittchen. Ulysses muses that Sabine started to prepare a meal for everyone.

 

Raphael enters The Kingdead Cantina on Nar Shadaa. Its late Night on The Cityplanet and The Cantina is packed with People of many Races.

 

Still sad from his fight with Eliss’eu, Ulysses stomach growled and he had to drag himself out of bed. He went to the kitchen to see what’s going on.

 

walking around the Cantina,Raphael looks around the room for any heavily armed people,sticking to the shadows he finds a small dark table and sits watching the doorway a blaster placed on the table,as he sits looking relaxed but is like a tiger ready to pounce

 

Ulysses sees Sabine in The Kittchen. She cuts Onions and vegetables. "Hey there....decided to make a stew. Meat is cooking already"

 

A Droid floats by Raphaels Table.

"Welcome. Do You wish to Order something?" He says emotionless

 

Ulysses sighed, visibly depressed, ‘Hey ... you need some help?’

 

looking up at the droid Raphael smiles softly "a bit of correllian ale. nothing to hard for me today...got some work later" shifting back his eyes from the droid he starts to relax visibly watching the bar for a few moments

 

The Droid floats off to get his Drinks ready. The Bar is much visited and nobody seems to care about Raphael. Everyone Chats, Watches Holonews or stares into their Drinks. The Droid returns after a few Minutes, placing The Glass Corellian Ale with his slender Arm on The Table.

 

taking a few credits out Raphael slides it to the droid, taking his ale and taking a long pull from it Raphael gets up walking to the bar as he holsters his blaster.
as he walks to the bar Raphael begins to mingle with the crowd slowly learning faces and leaving a small smile with a few and a few words with others.as he does this his guard seems to drop completely.his hands move away from his blasters as he gets more comfortable finally finshing his drink as he finally arrives at the bar and asks for more

 

As he orders another Drink he hears steps and feels a Blaster being pushed against his Back. He can see The Man as he turns his head slowly

"Raphael Delour....hard Man to find."

 

Raphael looks cooly at the man as he slowly turns "Now I'm certain I have no idea who you are dogface but if you really know who I am you would know it would have been better to shoot first and take me in dead" Raphael starts to raise his right hand to make a grab for the weapon awhile his left draws his own blaster shoving it in the bounty hunters gut

 

The Bounty Hunter is too slow to react and Raphael manages to disarm him. He looks at Raphaels Blaster on his Belly.

"Easy easy....please dont" he gulps

 

Raphael looks smugly at him "tell your boss to send more next time...and might want to arm yourself" Raphael takes the bounty hunters pistol and tosses it behind him "now get. if anyone asks I'm not here" Raphael motions to the door and turns to face the barkeep.paying his tab he walks over out of the Cantina walking in the opposite direction of the bounty hunter trying to find another less well lit area to hide

 

Raphael walks along The Street and sees a rather shady Inn and a Bar accross The Street.

 

purposefully walking in making a great deal of noise,Raphael trips into the bar managing to hold himself up on the doorframe "Sorry,Sorry,people...just need a drink.." waving his hand at the barkeep Raphael walks along to the bar scanning the room

 

The Barkeeper, a Togruta Women frowns at him. "What can I get You? I hope You can pay..."

 

waggling his eyebrows Raphael takes a few more credits from his bag."I'm sure you could get me plenty my dear barkeep..but right now? all I request is something to quench my thirst" continuing to waggle his eyebrows Raphael lets out a small chucke.