Spoiler: OOC "Yeah yeah, haven't heard THAT one before...least not in the last five minutes..." "Uh huh, I'll be here...raising the prices just for you..." Spoiler: OOC I'm so happy the Ithorian merchant is canon now.
Zuri replied to the accusation of copying Thrawn by blinking nonplussedly and turning her head towards the Kushiban on her shoulder. But she chose not to protest, feeling Fett's exhaustion and not wanting to contribute to it. Twitching a bit at the sudden ticklish feeling of being nuzzled by a little force-sensitive fuzzball, she ignored the minor speciesim and instead replied "Korr? The thirteen-year-old Jedi brat? All I know is that he is affiliated with the New Jedi Order and supposedly a prodigy. I think he's hunting the Ragnos Cult?" The Chiss did not exactly lie - this was almost the extent of her knowledge of him, as even though she was familiar with his master, they never had the opportunity to talk about the kid. She only withheld that she was effectively working for them right now. But in revealing anything else also lied an opportunity to barter. "There might be more that I know, or names I could give you. But, you know how it goes. Names come with a price tag."
Nex looked at Zuri with a bit of shock and concern after what she offered to Fett. He was about to protest against selling out their friends and supposed allies. He felt bad for Fett, but he didn't feel that bad. But he stood with keeping himself quiet for the moment. Convincing himself that Zuri wasn't going to just give up critical information for a few credits. Though he didn't think giving him superficial information would get them any credits. And any lie they sell the man might earn them Fett's wrath. All the little Kushiban could do was just see how it all played out.
~~ Mercenary Guild - Boba Fett ~~ @Casavay | @GobMaw_HellSmasha "What do you want?" He was not in the mood for negotiations, nor long-winded talks. His voice made that clear. "But keep in mind... You better will have viable information, one does not simply trick me and gets away to live long for such feat." His hand was put in such way on the table that easily with a single trigger, a small rocket could be launched against the Chiss and detonate her and her little pet into hundreds of pieces. ~~ Mercenary Guild - (Secret) New Republic Trader ~~ @UnluckyFellow After a moment, the man brought the desired items. Two small shield generators were handed over and the vibroblade in a neutral case, for all people would know, it could be a case with blueprints or a star map or some other device. The man said nothing, but gave a simple nod, ~~ Cantina - Random drunk woman that was made up by a player that I now have to play ~~ @Vulpas | @Avenging-Angel | @Kalle The Bounty Hunter rolled quick to the side and opened fire upon the Twi'lek, hitting her in the wrist to make her drop her weapon. He jumped sideways, back to his feet and gave Rondo a salvo that failed to score. "Borga Besadii Diori is going to have your head, spacer!" He yelled, a couple of blaster shots hitting his personal energy shield.
Paradiso Cantina @Uriel1339 "Killing an innocent woman like that - what are you? A swoop ganger? - that's low, my friend!" he shouted back, picking up the chair he'd formerly sat on and later toppled, and charging the bounty hunter, used the piece of furniture as a makeshift shield. Just a foot away from the hunter, though, the spacer hurled the chair right for his face, before following up with a double-tap of his heavy blaster's trigger.
Paradiso Cantina @Uriel1339 & @Casavay & @UnluckyFellow | "Sithspawn bastard!" Na'tala stopped shooting after she was hit, the pistol in her right hand falling to the floor, and her left hand cradling her injured wrist. Ducking into the nearest cover, the corridor titled 'Drinker's Alley', the Twi'lek grabbed her comlink, turning it on. "Okay, this message is a bit more urgent! We've got a gunfight at the Paradiso! I'd be grateful for assistance!"
Whatever ease the little Kushiban had, dissipated by the time Fett put his hand on the pack he was working on previously. The rocket that was clearly visible was pointed right toward them. Nex didn't feel any intention from Boba Fett to use it however, at least not at this time and not with them seated so close to the hunter, and not when they could have had valuable information. It was a subtle threat, and it certainly was no empty gesture, but it wasn't one he was going to act upon just yet. That could all change though, tensions were rising and Fett's patience has but run out. Maybe being cheeky with the hunter that death incarnate had respect for wasn't the greatest of plans. And then suddenly Nexnip heard Zuri's communicator go off. His head and ears rose up in surprise by the sudden noise. Everything seemed to be so noisey in the Galaxy and he wasn't sure what to think of it. In case Zuri didn't hear the incoming message on her communicator Nex ligtly bumped the side of her head and pointed toward the communicator with his lazily drooping tail. What ever was going on he felt was urgent enough to warrant some attention to it. Spoiler: OOC Can I ready an action to Force Pull Boba Fett's jet pack away from him in case things go sour? If Nex feels Fett's intentions shift to offing them he wants to be ready. Nex is kind of on guard and will pull some force shenanigans in case Boba Fett decides to turn on us.
"Why, intercourse. I give up information, and you give up information, and both of us go out of this trade having gained something." Zuri shrugged, softly petting NexNip as she talked and forcing herself to relax. Yes, she was used to negotiations, but she still wasn't much of a people person unless it involved putting a blaster bolt between their eyes. She much rather operated within the danger zone, fighting; than to interact with others. But it was a neccessity of her job, a neccessity she embraced. Though she felt that with Fett, she didn't have to force appearances, and so, she remained detached and mostly emotionless - except for her obvious discomfort. "You are an exceptional hunter and have interesting tech. I hear stories of Mandalorians and their skill, and their famous Iron Skins. As a passionate bounty hunter and tinkerer myself, I assume you can tell me about it. Of course, I would accept any equally useful information as curren-scuse me." The Chiss looked at NexNip, hearing the Twi'lek's message and picking up her Commlink to reply in turn, only giving a terse "We'll be over soon". From what she'd seen, Na'tala could handle herself.
Kai- @Avenging-Angel @Kalle Kai spotting Nat getting shot readied his blaster as he saw one of the shots stop by a Shield from the bounty hunter he silently cursed. He would need to get in close to take out this one. As He spotted one of the men beside Nat charging him a idea came into his mind. He looked over to one of the smaller empty tables from the patrons running out from the blaster fire and ran over to the small table and grabbing it up and using it as shield he began a attempt to rush the bounty hunter and possibly tackle him for the blaster. Here goes nothing! he thought to himself.
Spoiler: OOC: I was referring to a wrist-missile launcher, not his jetpack... (like super battle droids from the clone wars era) This post will be edited for update.
