**The figure un-hooded the robe and the the bar keeper said,** "I don't want none of you kind here that is why I left the truth leave" Daigon replied calmy "Mandalorian I suggest you close the bar and shut the doors to keep this matter quiet." The Mandalorian hesitated but followed through. All exits shut. " I am done with the niceties You all are apart of larger power I can't tell but my master can I am Lord Eirrido of the Sith you now have a two choice Die or come with and get the nightmare explain by the way it wasn't a nightmare it was seeing the past it is called post-cognition, you all have had this 'nightmare' but it was the force acting to show you the past and the new doomed future the Jedi are over balancing and we need to stop them. Be glad that your older than three or they would have taken you all and used you. Now Imperial deserter Seras the money part was a ruse and it is something that can get us away from the republic and the Jedi. War is coming and I am its Shadow. Make your choice now."
Gr'vat growled low in his throat, "Doesn't seem like we have much of a choice. I thought all of your kind were long dead and gone." He remained tense but didn't bother reaching for his weapons. They would be useless against the Sith.
"I agree with Gr'vat...." He let go of his weapon. He could shoot, but he was not very good at aiming. And it was a sith the stuff of nightmares and curses, the only way to live would be obedience. And so he shut up from henceforth and just would go along with the ride - can't be that worse than his murder shifts.... Can it?
Fritzz had no idea what a Sith was, is, or why it mattered to him. Such a reveal was completely lost on him. If anything he was more surprised that nice man turned out not to be a man at all. And turned out to be not so nice. Threatening to kill Fritzz wasn't a really a nice person thing to do. Fritzz felt like he could just blow the sith up. But he didn't want to hurt everyone else. And with the amount of explosives he would have used, A LOT of people would have ended up hurt. And not just all the bad people unfortunately. "What sith? What that? Is a drink or something?" Fritzz questioned, cocking his head to the side in confusion. Fritzz was sort of half paying attention to the whole affair. Fritzz got too engrossed into his play session to pay any real close attention. This is exactly the reason why Fritzz does this alone when there is no one around, or nothing really important to listen too. He tends to not catch really important bits of information. "If you have job for Fritzz. Fritzz can do job. Fritzz here for business." Fritzz said, in between making pew pew, and growling noises
Blitz kept a hand near his Blaster as the figure unveiled herself. He knew his gut was right, He should have listened to it more Bateer would have been choking him not if she found out the position he got himself trapped in another position again, The opponent out matched the player. He may have had a few tricks but nothing that would match up against a Sith If any of those legends about them were true. He forced himself to calm himself as all his instincts in his head shouted at him to find a way out. So he began thinking, Only story's he heard of them were of there weird powers like the Jedi had just more destructive, Could wither men, Drain souls and light people ablaze and crush people, Jedi and Sith hated each other and were said to be the ones responsible for some of the greatest wars in the galaxy, Though that last part even he thought was untrue, Though seeing as there was now one here and talking about war it was possible, "Alright I'll join, But I would like to Request to use my own ship, or have it retrieved when we are on your way to your master. A simple request that could be done with any astromech droid." Since the bartender had the doors locked this situation seemed Grim. "So what would the the Jedi wan't with three year olds? Don't know much about them except story's," he said trying to defuse the situation Women sounded mad and wanted them dead. He removed his hand from away from his blaster and kept it to his other arm.
Un-be-lievable. Seras finally slumped into the open end of the table and brought her fingers to her temples. Any grand mirage of opportunity and success dissipated. They had been played right from the moment this woman chose them. She should have listened to her gut; a sentiment that the others undoubtedly shared. However they were cornered. Declining whatever employment or demand this thing had in store would not end in her favor. Returning to a upright position in her seat, Seras ran a hand through her hair and briefly bit at a nail. After releasing a long sigh she spoke, "Alright. I'm in." OOC: Dat booty doe
"Well that is were you are wrong the Sith never die the Force will decide who becomes Sith or Jedi or Pawns in the Galaxy and who are you to decide what is what in the Galaxy we are still a minor presence but if this retired Mando is scared of me why are you all crawling for the door and trying to run I wanted to see you all scrum but ah well, to answer all your questions why us because the Force has willed it. Also to see that you all are long for the ride." **Three cloaked powered armored troopers come behind her.** "No running, lets get a moving also smuggler your ship will be droid operated and is being sent to the designated location. To answer another question what am I gonna get out of this Money, freedom, a bed food and possibly what you desire most."
"Excuse me, but... How do you or your master know what we desire most and not that some of us just want a simple life? Like myself? I am just fixing things, why am I being dragged into this weird pull of power or whatever you want to call this? And we comply and you get soldiers still on our back? You just will kill us anyway, won't you? All this talk of meaningfulness, of getting what we want, of the force and all that. You just want to toy with us before killing us!" It took all courage that was left, but he just couldn't bare the psycho-games anymore. He needed answers, at least before his head would be blown off his shoulders.
'Depends on what you do your desire maybe to fix things or invent something beautiful it doesn't matter and death comes when force the demands it and your no pawn you all are Kings in what is to come Mon Calamari.'
