Discussion with Luke and Cale

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Nar Shaddaa -- One
Level 2170 - Docking Dome [Nar Shaddaa]

From the height of this large docking tower, it is impossible to see the moon's surface, as covered as it is with metal and dirt. This domed platform is lifted into the mid-atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa by a massive tower, mostly circular. It is a broad expanse, protected by a yawning, cavernous dome, only broken by tube extending further up and out to catch ships on their way in. All manner of craft are guided through these tubes and into the dome's belly, where marked landing area wait for them. The passengers of these vessels hurry about on business, and from the looks of most of them, it's dark business indeed. For this is Nar Shaddaa, the "smuggler's moon", so high above filth that the fall, if you trip, is worth at least one standard lifetime.

Various warehouses open off the main floor, and the place is a maze of old equipment, abandoned droids, and burning drums of unknown safety. There is a repulsorlift here. (OOC: Type '+level list').

Taiger paces lazily about the room

Players:

Cale
 
 

Chewbacca strides down the falcon's entry ram, one large furry paw holding on to its roof for a moment, as he peers around.

Cale is actually... Near the Falcon, standing amidst some of the various junk spread throughout the docking dome, watching the light frieghter... And looking like he's waiting for something. "..."

Chewbacca is not greated with any hostile expressions, so the wookiee relaxes a touch. He seems a little more than uneasy, however.

Cale isn't hostile at all. He simply looks... Serious. He's changed an awful lot since he ran into Luke on Berchest... And maybe not all for the better. Slowly, the black-coated youth steps out of his minimal concealment, stormy grey eyes watching the Wookiee. "..."

Cale

The first thing many notice about this young human male are his slate-grey eyes. Long since lost their youthful, innocent gleam, the stormy slate-irised orbs show a mixture of serene calm and fierce intent, two aspects constantly at war with one another. Medium-length, unruly, very dark brown hair tops his head, looking in need of a trim, the bangs sometimes obscuring his handsome face. A look of thoughtful calm is his general expression, from his stubborn-set jaw, to his high cheekbones, to his rounded chin, which bears a faint, small white scar across its tip. He stands tall, topping a little over six feet, and is in excellent condition, his frame athletic and fit. His clothing is relatively simple, but rugged, chosen more for ease of movement than for style. A dark red tunic starts off the outfit, simple and unadorned, tucked into his black trousers, whose legs fall over the tops of his well-worn black boots. A simple utility belt crosses his waist, with a plain buckle in front, and a series of pouches of various sizes hanging from it. Finally, a long, battered black coat completes his typical dress, hanging unfastened, voluminously concealing his form, and lending a certain air of readiness to this taciturn young man. He carries himself in a relaxed, thoughtful manner, often seeming lost in thought, almost meditative.

Chewbacca's eyes rest on Cale and he moves further down the entry ramp. "Rrrrawwwrgh." he greets energetically. Wary as the wookiee is, he does not come closer than a yard away. The entry ramp to the Falcon closes after the wookiee steps off it.

The ship 'Crimson Fury' takes off.

Cale nods, once, a faint smile crossing his features, slowly. "Chewbacca..." He greets in return. Okay, so, he doesn't understand Wookiee, but, hey... Large furry individuals do have other ways of getting their point across, right? "I sensed Luke, earlier... I guess he came with you on the Falcon?"

Chewbacca swivvels his fury head back at the ship taking off, watching it for a moment as it rises higher into the sky above. The wookiee turns back towards Cale, and nods an affirmative, "Rrwwrr."

Cale nods, slowly. "Good... Good. Things are getting pretty weird, here. This moon... It reeks of death. Too many people have died because one woman thought she could get away with betraying everyone."

Chewbacca moves a little closer and waves a paw around the area, his other rests near where his bowcaster is holstered. "Rrrwrr rrr wwwr rghrr." He then holds his paw above the ground about 4 feet. He appears to be asking something.

Cale raises a brow, making a quiet 'hmn' noise. "Min?" He guesses, from the pantomime. "She's..." He closes his eyes, concentrating. "...She's close. She's with Garath, though." His eyes reopen, slowly. "..."

Chewbacca's eyes seek Cale's in another question. He does nod once again, however, and lowers his paw. He seems to not understand who Gareth is.

Cale frowns, lightly. "She's with a Dark Jedi. He's decided to take her as his apprentice. He's the one..." He looks around, warily. "...Who started all the killing." And, from what Cale understands... There's been an awful lot of killing. "We have to get Min away from him, before he and his master turn her to their path."

Chewbacca's eyes blaze suddenly with anger at the relevation, but he controls his temper. Several droids in the area make sure they are far away from him. "RRRaaawwwrrgh!" he growls, as though he agrees.

Cale nods, yet again. "Still... We need to figure a few things out before we do anything... And, there's another problem I need to talk with Luke about. I don't know that it's related to what's going on with Min, but... It could be important." That thoughtful frown stays on his features, as he looks around the docking dome a little more. "...Everything going well back with the others?"

Chewbacca nods grimly, one paw runs through the long hair top of his head, smoothing it back. "Rrawwrr rr rrawwr ggrr aaawrr." The words that jumble together are nothing familiar to Cale, but the way the wookiee moves his hands, and the general feeling he does it with indicates that he believes the others are lacking direction.

The ship 'Blackbird' takes off.

Cale mns, turning slightly to watch the Blackbird leave. "..." Well, looks like there goes some of his help... "I think the diplomatic team needs to get back to the others... Especially since I doubt there's going to be much of a Crimson Claw left to have a treaty with. They're tearing themselves apart from the inside, like any group devoted to selfishness does, eventually..."

Chewbacca listens to Cale's words, his eyes shift to follow the ascent of the blackbird. He then indicates the falcon to Cale, then himself, and then gives a thumbs up. He manages to give the jedi a toothy grin in the process.

Cale nods, smirking faintly. "Yeah... I think things are finally going to start going right, around here. We'll save Min, and we'll stop all this violence." And, hopefully, help Chrystal... Whatever name she's going by now. "Maybe we'll even be able to do it without bloodshed..."

Chewbacca locks the back of his hands together and cracks his knuckles, the expression he gives indicates that he wouldn't mind bonking a few heads. "Rrrwrr." he eyes the area, examining each ship.

Cale sighs, very quietly. "I just hope Garath's master isn't still here. That could be... Very dangerous." He nods to himself, sliding his hands into the side pockets of his long coat. "But... If we end up having to fight, we have to fight."

Chewbacca scratches the back of his neck, nodding in the affirmative. "Rrawwr." he seems to be wondering which ship. The other paw indicates the others docked.

Cale shakes his head. "Not sure which one, actually..." Regardless, he keeps looking around at the various ships. "Can't pinpoint them well enough."

Chewbacca nods, glumly. Then eyes the Falcon. He makes a motion with his paw as though he's thirsty.

Cale raises a brow. "Ah... You want to know where to get something to drink, around here?" He guesses, a little sheepishly. He's going to have to learn to understand Wookiee, at this rate.

Chewbacca grins, and appears to be pleased that the jedi understood.

Cale nods. "Yeah, yeah... There's a place on level 601, actually. It's some kinda cafe, or something. Lots of people go there... It's easy to fade into the crowd, generally."

Chewbacca eyes himself in the relfection of a steel crate nearby and lets his teeth show again. He motions with his arm as though he expects Cale to join him.

Cale nods. "Yeah. Let's go." He looks around, briefly, before moving for the repulsorlift.

Chewbacca lumbers behind Cale, following his lead.

Cale selects a lift level and steps through the doors as they open.

Cale has left.

Level 2170 - Docking Dome [Nar Shaddaa]
 

From the height of this large docking tower, it is impossible to see the moon's surface, as covered as it is with metal and dirt. This domed platform is lifted into the mid-atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa by a massive tower, mostly circular. It is a broad expanse, protected by a yawning, cavernous dome, only broken by tube extending further up and out to catch ships on their way in. All manner of craft are guided through these tubes and into the dome's belly, where marked landing area wait for them. The passengers of these vessels hurry about on business, and from the looks of most of them, it's dark business indeed. For this is Nar Shaddaa, the "smuggler's moon", so high above filth that the fall, if you trip, is worth at least one standard lifetime.

Various warehouses open off the main floor, and the place is a maze of old equipment, abandoned droids, and burning drums of unknown safety. There is a repulsorlift here. (OOC: Type '+level list').

Taiger paces lazily about the room
 
 
 You select level 601, Level 601 - The Pot [Nar Shaddaa]. After swift movement, the lift stops and the doors open for you to enter...

Level 601 - The Pot [Nar Shaddaa](#276RFL)
 
 

The atmosphere here is close; not only too close, but close enough to settle a layer of paranoia on beings who linger here. It is quiet and warm, and faintly smells of methane. In between the support columns are junk piles and battered chairs, and a number of thin cracked walls that makes sections of the area maze-like and enclosing. Beings sleep here and there, weary beyond physical fatigue, and the occasional being moves briskly through, oblivious to the living refuse.

An establishment called The Meltdown Cafe croaches to the south. The Ring of Steel stands next to the Meltdown, a red neon sign displaying it's name above it and loud music blaring from within. A pair of guards dressed in black leisure suit stand outside, blasters hanging at their sides. A dark linktube to the northeast extends the roaming range of beings to the nearby tower of the Duros Sector. There is a repulsorlift here. (OOC: Type '+level list').
 
 

Players:

Level 601 - The Pot [Nar Shaddaa] Cale
 
 

Obvious exits:

Ring of Steel <ROS> Meltdown Cafe <MC> Linktube 42

Cale looks around again once he's off the repulsorlift, before looking towards the Meltdown. "...That's the place." He says, with a nod, before he starts to move towards it.

Chewbacca ignores the looks that he gets as the pair enter the area. He gives a menacing growl under his breath at a particularly unfriendly person, but moves after Cale.

Cale pauses, casting a brief look... Directly upwards... Before he shrugs, continuing on into the cafe.

Cale enters the Cafe to the south.

Cale has left.

There is no exit in that direction.

You step through the open archway of the Cafe.

The Meltdown Cafe - Lvl 601 - The Pot [Nar Shaddaa]

Tired-sounding popular music drifts through the smoky room somewhat sluggishly, as more purposeful conversation centers around tables and booths dotted here and there about the room. Little expense has been devoted to decor here, as the place's purpose seems to be clusters of talk and drink. The tables are dirty, and chairs find new homes occasionally, at other tables or in the skulls of unfortunate beings. A circular bar is in the center of the room, lit from below by blue light, and a droid barman serves drinks there.

A doorless archway leads out to the north.
 
 

Players:

Cale
 
  Obvious exits:

Out

Chewbacca grrowls under his breath at the sight of a droid barman, but tries not to glare.

Cale seats himself lightly at the bar, making sure there's a few clear seats around him, before he orders a plain water. Yeah... He's not much of a drinker, and he's a kid besides. "..."

Chewbacca gets on Cale's left side, and the people that were closer by shift a seat down to be out of arms reach. The droid eyes the wookiee warily, Chewbacca roars at it. It blinks, and hurriedly forms the conconction requested.

Cale sips at his water, idly. "Seems awfully quiet here, lately. Anywhere else, that'd be nice, but... Here, it worries me."

Chewbacca takes the large mug from the droid and gulps down some of the liquid inside. He fishes in his bandolier and hands the droid a credstick to pay for the drink. When the wookiee appears pleased, the droid becomes a lot more relieved. He speaks to the droid in quick wookiee, "Rrrwwrr rr rwwwrrargh arrrww." He doesn't seem to be ignoring Cale, however.

The droid nods quickly back to the wookiee, "Yes sir, I can translate sir, when I have the extra time. We're a little busy."

Cale closes his eyes again, sipping periodically from his water... Concentrating lightly, though, the young Jedi focuses on the complex web of life on the moon... Trying, once more, to track certain people down. "..."

Chewbacca glances at Cale and barks a few words to the droid, who responds after pouring a drink for another customer.

"He's not sure himself, sir about the way things are quiet. But believe you and me, somethings got to be up. I don't know anything about it myself, just a bartender."

Cale nods, grey eyes reopening again with a sigh. "Something, yeah... We're in the eye of the storm, now, I suppose... We'll get back to the nasty part soon enough..."

The droid leans forward, while washing a glass; "There's a lot of new faces around here, sir." he offers. "Take you two for example, don't think I've ever seen you in here before."

Cale nods, slowly. "Hmn..." He frowns faintly, looking thoughtful, after the droid's comments. "..." Why isn't he surprised?

The droid serves another customer and Chewbacca glares at someone who is eyeing him funny. "We don't get many wookiee's around here. Its nice to be able to practice translating. Its a dilect not many use. But humans, yes, we get a lot." its gears grinde a bit rustily as it leans forward, "Too many, lately, some folks say."

Cale nods, again. "Too many, eh?" He manages to sound a little bit interested, despite... Not really being such. He's one of those far too thoughtful people... So, he listens to the 'tender with part of his attention, most of it lingering on other thoughts. "..."

Chewbacca roars a few words in wookiee again, as the droid seems out of customers for a few moments; "Sir, your friend here says it sounds like some kind of deal going on that everyone wants a part of." The droid's voice is low so as to not attract attention.

Cale hrms... "..." Why doesn't he like that idea at all? It... Worries him. "...Maybe." He murmurs, half to himself.

Chewbacca drains some more of the liquid in his mug, the droid finishes cleaning a few more glasses and offers some more friendly words; "If you ask me, sir. He could be right. Too many people who should have a purpose, if you know what I mean."

Cale nods, sipping at his water. "Yeah..." He looks thoughtful for a few more moments. "...If that's the case... There could be some very dangerous people being drawn here." Especially if the 'deal' is related to what he thinks it is... "..."

The droid nods as sagely as a droid could manage, "If you don't mind me asking, sir, what brings you to our great planet. I'm sure I could suggest interesting sites that you might wish to take in."

Cale smiles, faintly. "I've come looking for my sister." He replies, simply. Sure, Min's not technically his sister... But she's as close to family he has that's both free and alive. "..."

Chewbacca tries not to look surprised, but growls under his breath. "Rrwwr rrg wwrgrrl." The droid listens intently to the wookiee, trying hard to be friendly so as not to annoy him, likely.

"Your sister, sir? What does she look like, maybe I've seen her around."

Cale nods. "She has hair and eyes like mine... She's about, oh, eleven. Wearing a black jumpsuit covered in pockets. She might be with a tall man with a scar on the side of his face, and a black cloak..."

The droid starts to think, but gets interrupted by a request for an order. He glances back at Cale. "I Don't recall any elven year olds in here, sir. I'd have remembered that." And moves off to serve the creature making its order. Did he deliberately not mention anything about the man with the scar? Hard to tell.

Droids are not known for being subtle.

Cale frowns, lightly, getting that thoughtful expression again. Sipping at his water, he watches the droid go about its work. "..."

The droid returns after some time, he says in a regretful tone ; "I'm sorry sir, can't quite recall for sure, but if you come back tomorrow -- I'll ask around."

Cale nods. "Of course. Thank you." Well... It never hurts to have a little more information, even though he's reasonably sure Min will be looking for him, eventually. Either that, or Garath will be. "..."

Chewbacca glances over at Cale, "Rrwrr arr rrww rr." The droid helpfully translates, "He wonders if you think your sister will know you are here."

Cale nods. "I know she does." He's quite certain of that... Considering he knew where she was, up until a few days ago, and they'd spoken a couple times. "..."

The wookiee then looks thoughtful, "Rrwwrr rr wwwrgh." He sets down his mug. The droid calculates the total on his credstick. "I'll be sure to check on that scar-faced fellow for you. Your friend here says that your sister was a pupil of his." the droid doesn't comment further.

Cale just nods some more, downing the rest of his water. "..." Well... He knows Garath is here, too... And he knows Garath knows he's here. This could get... Interesting.

Chewbacca lets his teeth show, and the droid shudders. "I wouldn't worry too much, sir. Wookiees are known for finishing what they start. If the big guy here says he was teaching her, he'll probably move every floorboard in Nar Shaada to find her. And he probably -could- too."

The droid hands Chewbacca back his credstick. And the wookiee pockets it in his bandolier.

Cale looks up at Chewbacca, and nods again. "Yeah..." He didn't know Min was learning from Chewbacca... Of course, it makes sense. "..."

Chewbacca rises from his stool at the bar, he actually gives the droid a friendly growl. After all, the droid was helpful and not annoying. Maybe being a bartender on Nar Shaada gains droids a bit of savvy. "Good evening, sir." the droid waves and moves to serve another customer. Chewbacca motions with his hands to Cale, indicating he's going back.

Cale nods to Chewbacca. "I'll be back later... I've got some things I need to think over, first. See you."

Luke comes into the Cafe from the floor outside.

Luke has arrived.

Chewbacca appears to have just risen from his stool at the bar where he was seated with Cale. The wookiee is probabaly a little more than obvious in the crowd.

Luke walks in from the bustling activity outside, hood drawn over his head. On normal planets, that might arouse suspicion. But not here. Rare is the person that wants to be noticed in this pit of scum. Blue eyes peer out from underneath the shadow the hood casts, finally resting on their intention. A brief smile flickers across the man's face, as he begins to make his way over towards his companions.

Chewbacca waves a hairy paw in Luke's direction. The large creature roars a friendly greeting. However, those not used to roars being friendly take the time to glare in his direction. Noting what kind of beast made the sound, they quickly look away, turning back to their drinks.

Cale looks back, his own stormy grey eyes looking towards the new, familiar presence. A definite look of relief colors the younger Force user's expression... As much as he may want to be able to handle things on his own, there's a definite realization on his part that, if some of the worse suspicions he's heard are correct, he's in waaay over his head. Well, moreso than usual. "..."

Luke smiles at the familiar roar, and completes his walk over to the two. "Good to see you again too, Chewie," Luke says, regarding the giant furball for a moment before turning his glance to his not-so-young apprentice. "Cale, I've been hearing wonderful things about you from the Diplomacy Corps," he says, the pride evident on his face. "Also, I've heard some troubling things regarding Force-users." His expression turns a bit more stoic as he relates this last part, taking a seat with the group.

Chewbacca takes his seat once more, the wookiee looks extremely pleased with the two humans he's with and assumes a protective air. Every so often he meets the eyes of a more than inquinsitive patron, forcing them to look the other way. He speaks a few words in wookiee to Luke.
 
Chewbacca says, "Cale says Min is here somewhere, we've got to find her!" in Wookiee.

Scarlett comes into the Cafe from the floor outside.

Scarlett has arrived.

Cale nods, slowly. "...Yeah." He replies, about the later part, trying to get right to business. Pleasantries have never been his thing... And especially so now that he's turned much more serious than he used to be. "Garath from the Crimson Claw. There's been some violence around here, lately, most of it caused by him. It seems that organization is coming apart at the seams, and Garath is cleaning up the loose ends. And then, there's Min..." A faint, thoughtful frown forms on his mouth at his mention of his 'sister'. And, of course, one of the other things he's been concerned about just walked in the door. This seems to be his day, really.

SCARLET

This is a Redar woman who wants to be seen. Like all of her race, she has pale white-pink skin dusted with reddish-purple dots. These spots frame her face and cascade down her back. They loop around her neck, giving her a collar of sorts, ending in the front in a V that climaxes in the furrow of her cleavage.

Three small horns extend from the side of her sensual face, near the temples, pointing back, at the same angle as both the swept-back hair style she has adopted and the lines of irridescent red and orange eye-shadow that extends out from her emerald-green eyes. Her lips can only be described as lush-- thick, and painted with a deep candy-apple gloss. She is quite a beauty by the standards of mammalian species.

And there can be no doubt that her species is mammalian. The tautness of the fabric that glides across the swell of her bosom gives ample testimony to that. Indeed, the plunging neckline and off-the-shoulder cut of her szona body-glove are designed to place her voluptuousness on display, from the top of her hourglass, to the slimmness of its middle, to the swell of its bottom.

Her long 'dragon-lady' nails are painted scarlet, the same shade as her outfit. At the terminus of the supple curves of her legs, her hooved feet can be seen, covered in cloth, save for the gold-painted claws that tip them.
 

Luke nods, listening to Chewbacca's odd language and then Cale's telling of events. "Garath..." he says, closing his eyes half-way to attempt to concentrate. Before he can, though, another familiar presence brushes against his consciousness, and another slow-smile creeps along his lips. "Chrystal," he whispers, although those closest to him can hear, and turns to the door to witness the entry of the woman. "I do think that the Force is definitely at work here..."

Chewbacca lets out a few barks, "Rrwr rrww rrwwg?" indicating the woman that seems to have the attention of his companions. The wookiee peers over at her, then studies Luke.

Scarlett saunters casually into the room, bestowing a full smile on a man lingering by the door. The men looking her way are elegantly dismissed, cooly unnoticed as she glides up to the bar.

Cale nods, looking towards Luke. See? See the weird stuff going on around here? "She is... But she also sort of isn't." He replies to Luke's naming of the Redar woman. "There's something going on here, all right. The thing that I wonder about is... What, really."

Luke furrows his brows at Cale's question before answering Chewie's. "She's an old friend of mine," he says. "Like Cale and I," hoping Chewie gets the hint. He turns again to regard Scarlett, and frowns. "Hrm..." he says, and then shakes his head. He can address that later. Turning back to Cale, he steeples his fingers. "So, I imagine our first priority here is to save Min. Is everyone in agreement?"

Chewbacca nods emphatically to the answer. He indicates one of the tables. "Rrwrr rr?" he inquries of Luke. Its not clear whether or not he understood what Luke meant, but any friend of Luke's is a friend of Chewie's.

Scarlett settles on a barstool and issues a murmured request for a drink. Red wine, it comes in a long stemmed glass that she holds appraisingly to the light.

Cale nods. "Yeah... We need to get her away from Garath, first and foremost. She might not want to go, I'm not sure. Last time I spoke with her, her opinions of her new 'teacher' were pretty mixed."

Luke nods his head to Chewie, rising to move to a table. "Then she's probably started to fall under his influence," he says, gliding to a nearby deserted table. "Time is of the essence. It takes the strongest of wills to come back once one has started down the dark path. Cale, would you be able to locate her?" He shoots another glance to Scarlett, as well as offering a gentle Force-brush against her mind.

Chewbacca notes an empty table near the wall, and close to an exit. He makes his way to it. Any debri is cleared off the table, and he easily lays claim to it, lumbering into a chair that obviously wasn't made for a wookiee, but one that suits none the less.

You sit down at Table 10.

Luke sits down at Table 10.

Luke joins you.

Cale sits down at Table 10.

Cale joins you.

Cale nods, following Chewbacca and Luke to the other table. "Yeah... We should move quickly. I can... Probably find her. Although, by this point, I'd imagine that finding her means finding Garath as well..." He sighs, faintly. "..." Violence is... Not his thing, obviously. And he knows that taking Min away from Garath is probably going to mean a fight. "She hasn't left the planet, I know that much for sure."

Luke seems to be focusing on Scarlett quite a bit, and Cale will notice a few Force pushes here and there between the two. Luke's frowning, but Cale's comments bring him back to the matter at hand. He senses his student's discomfort in the face of violence, and gives him a re-assuring smile. "None of us want violence, it is contradictory to our nature. Unfortunately, it is sometimes required. We shall react to the situation that presents itself, but it is clear to me that the Force has drawn us together for some reason, and it seems to hinge on this girl."

Chewbacca speaks a few gruff words in wookiee, aluding to the effect that risking for Min is something that he would gladly take a part in. "Rrwarr" the wookiee exclaims wholeheartedly. This gets a few looks in his direction, which he promptly ignores. Chewie asks Luke, "Rrrww rrwwa wrrgh rewwer?"

Cale mns. "It seems so, yeah..." He nods, again, that serious, intent look reasserting itself in his eyes. "She's scared, Luke... Garath's shown her horrible, horrible things since he brought her here." How did Cale get here? Well... He snuck onto a CClaw shuttle that was bound for the surface, after he sensed Min and Garath leave the Sabre. His stealth skills, even without the Force, are nothing to scoff at. "I've fought Garath once already... It was his idea of a 'sparring match'." Slowly, the youth shakes his head. "If we have to fight him..." He trails off, slowly. He'd really rather not fight Garath at all... He spoke the truth when he told the Dark Jedi he'd like to see him step off the path of evil. "..."

Riij comes into the Cafe from the floor outside.

Riij has arrived.

Chewbacca glances between Cale and Luke, he rumbles under his breath. And indicates Cale with a light frown, the large creature seems to be worried about something. "Rwwrrgh?" he inquires.

You paged Cale and Luke with 'You'd get the impression that Chewbacca is worried about Cale being okay if they confronted Gareth.'.

At your table, Luke nods at Cale's words, and then at Chewbacca's. "If a confrontation is forced, we can handle Garath together. If it looks like we're going to lose, you grab the girl and leave Garath to me. I don't want either of you harmed."

At your table, Chewbacca nods at Luke, "Rrwwr" affirmative, and presses his huge hands together. "Rwwrraagr arr rrrr."

At your table, Cale nods as well. "All right." In a bizarre way, Cale almost sees Garath as being 'his responsibility'... Still, sometimes it's just smarter, and easier, to agree with those wiser than yourself.

At your table, Luke seems to sense Cale's feelings, and gives him a re-assuring smile. "Trust me, I know what it's like to feel as if you're the one who's meant to defeat someone. It's natural, given who we are. But as someone wiser then myself once told me, sometimes you're just not ready." He pauses a moment to flex his right hand, frowning lightly. "I know I wasn't."

At your table, Chewbacca then tilts his head, he glances around at the people in the bar. "Rwwr rrw rrgh wwwrreergh aaarrwrh rrwrh?" He offers Luke a series of words that sound like a suggestion of sorts.

Chewbacca brandishes his hands a bit on either side, and makes a number of grunts and growls that seem like they could be words. The three seem deep in discussion.

At your table, Cale nods, yet again, that thoughtful frown appearing once more. "I know it's just... Not something I can shake easily. But helping Min's the important part. She may not be of the same blood as me, but she's my sister. She's as close as I have to family that isn't imprisoned by the Empire, or dead." Another firm nod. "This isn't about defeating Garath. It's about helping her."

At your table, Luke nods to Chewbacca's words. "You may be able to distract him, but I'd like for you to handle any regular types of guards Garath may have with him. If he doesn't have any, try and get Min out of there as soon as possible. As Cale said, our main concern is getting the girl away from him." He turns his attention to his apprentice. "Has she exhibited any Force sensitivity to you?"

At your table, Chewbacca roars in acceptance of Luke's plan, then motions towards the door, exclaiming a few more barks and growls. The creature seems almost excited at the prospect of some action, or perhaps he is more anxious at seeing Min safe. Its hard to tell, but if you know wookiees, you know that those they take under their protection or guidance they tend to be somewhat on the overprotective side over them. The wookiee rises as he speaks, "Rwwr rww wrrrghr rrg wwwregahr."

Chewbacca rises.

You stand and leave Table 10.

Chewbacca waves at Luke and Cale, and lumbers his way out of the bar, through the crowds. They don't give him a lot of trouble, and most people make way for the imposing creature.

The Meltdown Cafe - Lvl 601 - The Pot [Nar Shaddaa]

Tired-sounding popular music drifts through the smoky room somewhat sluggishly, as more purposeful conversation centers around tables and booths dotted here and there about the room. Little expense has been devoted to decor here, as the place's purpose seems to be clusters of talk and drink. The tables are dirty, and chairs find new homes occasionally, at other tables or in the skulls of unfortunate beings. A circular bar is in the center of the room, lit from below by blue light, and a droid barman serves drinks there.

A doorless archway leads out to the north.

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