Logged Feb. 5 2001
Logged by Sato Prine
Titled - Chemist Bonded
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Sato Prine                
Mylana 
Alexandre                 
Xian                     
Julianna                 
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Dower Queen Street -- Mos Eisley (#362RDn)
        This is a wide, sandy street. Like most of the streets 
in Mos Eisley, there is no pavement. Building exits let directly 
out onto the sandy street, where dewbacks and banthas share space 
with landspeeders and hovercycles. This is the main street of 
Mos Eisley, so it's always a bustle, even very late into the 
night. Droids and sentient organics mill about, as traders hawk 
their wares ("Only seven wupiwupi for fresh womp rat!"), and 
Jawas barter with humans over the price of everything from droids 
to junk metal. In the center of town is the massive, decomposing 
metal hulk of the old Dower Queen, the original colony ship that 
first brought settlers to this desert world.

Mylana 
     This pale-colored young female Twi'lek is vibrantly beautiful; 
seemingly everything and unique all at once. She stands at a modest 
1.8 meters with a light and lithe but ample frame. The 
characteristic twin head tails stream behind her like thick fleshy 
locks of hair covered individually by a soft woolen black sleeve. 
A simple in-ornate traditional headdress adorns the top of her 
forehead complimenting her thin neat eyebrows that arch over 
slightly-almond shaped, luminescent blue eyes peering sensuously 
from beneath long dark eyelashes. If you stare into her eyes for 
too long they seem to hypnotize you with a warm pleasant feeling, 
then swallow you into their deep swirling pools. Pouty, red full 
lips and a petite nose are placed perfectly on her heart shaped 
face giving her an additional touch of sensual beauty that glows 
with a charisma all of it's own. Her clothing is a simple 
spacefarers garb. A long-sleeve shirt in a tan color with a fat 
orange strip across the chest clings nicely to her feminine form 
over which is a light jacket in the same tan color. Matching tan 
utilitarian cargo pants fit just right and are neatly tucked into 
the top of a pair of brown soft spacer boots. Around her slender 
waist is a standard utility belt with several pouches for various 
items as well as a right-hand hip holster that holds a compact 
blaster pistol. Everything a seeming contrast to the delicate 
beauty of this being. 

Almost looking like some kind of lone gunslinger the hooded figure 
of Prine moves down the unpaved road. Almost like a parting of the 
sea pedestrian traffic clears for him and heads turn to look but 
once before finding else to place their attention upon. The Sith 
Lord keeps out of the speeder and beast traffic as he progresses 
his long confident stride.

Mylana stares curiously at the moving cloaked figure. For a moment 
she considers him a mark, then takes in the seeming omniscientness 
of his visage and frowns at herself. Still she is intrigued -- a 
dark stranger. Always drawn to adventure she can't help but stare 
a little too long.

Sato Prine need not even look to sense the over curiosity of 
Mylana as the Twi'lek girl considers however briefly him as a 
mark. It amuses him and he gives pause to turn head in her 
direction as if in acknowledgement of her existence. The demon in 
him can not resist the petty and he briefly waves his hand sending 
out tendril of force to prick in illusory pain at the root of the 
Twi'lek's canine tooth. His grin in the hood is wide as he then 
continues.

Mylana grits her teeth suddenly feeling a sharp pain in her mouth. 
She squints and ducks her head away as she brings her hands up to 
her face as if to block the pain from spreading. She wonders if 
she's been eating too many sweets lately.

Sato Prine muffles his chuckling mirth at the minor distress her 
notice of him and his return notice of her resulted. He continues 
thus buoyant down the block. Jawa and less identifiable alien 
alike still parting in wake and some few calling out ouches as 
pricks here and there afflict them. He makes sudden turn at the 
Cantina and braves entry.

Mylana still grimacing from her sudden toothache she still can't 
resist one last peek at the dark stranger. They always say 
'curiosity killed the cat burglar'.

Cantina -- Mos Eisley .
Mos Eisley Cantina -- Mos Eisley 
The metallic music of a quartet band is the first thing you 
notice when you enter the Cantina. The interior is circular, and 
the floor is crowded with round tables and chairs. Along one wall 
is the bar, complete with stools and a pudgy, disgruntled looking 
bartender. Aliens humans, and creatures of every stripe 
imaginable mill about the Cantina, which is crowded at all hours, 
day or night. Indeed, it is dimly lighted in here, and once 
inside, it is hard to tell what time of day the outside world is 
experiencing. The din of conversation is all around, as people 
speak in dozens of different languages and drink all manner of 
exotic beverages.

Xian raises an eyebrow as the darkly clad presence enters the 
room. He gives Sato a quick glance, short enough not to detract 
from his attention on Alexandre.

Alexandre takes a seat, and sets his water down in front of him. 
He is out of his atmosphere here, and looks uneasy. "Good to meet 
the two of you," the man says and glances around again, with 
paranoia. "You fine folks wouldn't know where I could find a good 
game of sabacc with decent stakes?"

Xian considers Alexandre and his question. If he heard right, 
Alexandre has only two weeks' worth of credits...'decent' stakes 
might be out of his range. "I wouldn't know, really," he replies. 
"I'm not much of a gambler. At least, not in that sense."

Julianna shrugs, "Hmm never played Sabacc myself, heard that it's 
fun though." She looks up as someone else enters the cantina, and 
as usual letting her curiosity get the best of her wonders who 
he is...

Xian peers curiously at the dark-clad figure but says nothing. His 
curiosity is once again piqued, and he gives Julianna a glace to 
gauge her reaction.

The 'kid' remains very uneasy. Not only is this place dirty, dusty, 
and absolutely unexciting, but there hasn't been a single sign of 
wealth anywhere in the city. "That is a shame," he replies. Alex's 
speech is very clear, very proper. "Perhaps this planet is not the 
place of opportunity that I have heard about. Either of you know 
much about this city?"

Sato Prine enters the cantina with the suddenness of a Borealian 
raptor. In a single gliding moment he is all at once in the room. 
He moves not his head as his mind reaches out as if detecting with 
unseen sight what sentients inhabit the dive. His lip curls at the 
din of what is passing for music and his senses assaulted with the 
scent of sweat and cheap women and liquor. Cheap evil for sale at 
bargain prices. He pulls down his hood as one mind seems overly 
curious he turns towards Julianna and mentally explores her 
further.

Xian continues his surreptitious survey of the Sith while replying 
to the human. "There's plenty of opportunity, if you know what to 
look for. Which means, you can't expect to get rich quick." Its 
clear he's interested in the business side of things, not the 
glamour or gambling.

Julianna nods toward Alexandre, "Well I'm from Jerrilek myself, 
and I agree Tatooine isn't my favorite place" Feeling kinda 
strange she again turns and looks at the stranger, as if trying 
to decide whether or not to introduce herself. She usually has 
no qualms meeting strangers, but this seems slightly different 
somehow. She wavers in indecision as she takes a sip of her 
drink.

Sato Prine quickly becomes board with the flitting mind of the 
drinking purposeless Julianna. He moves from the entry way after 
having paused overly long and making for an empty table turns with 
a swiftness to address the bar keep, "Swill of the day." It is 
indeed an order. On several levels.

Xian's eyebrow quirks as the Thethu announces his opinion of the 
place. He doesn't seem to care one way or the other, but files it 
away in the back of his mind, as he does with every tidbit of 
information. Keeping his face neutral, he turns to Julianna and 
murmurs, 'The dark one doesn't seem very happy with the service. 
Perhaps he's used to personal catering.'

Alexandre smirks and turns to study Xian. "If it's not quick, and 
it doesn't make money, than it isn't worth pursuing," he announces 
loudly. "I do not intend to die an old man, with pockets full of 
credits, and my body broken by time and hard labor." He glances 
sideways, to see the monk-like figure walking up to the bar. "The 
music here could use some livening up," says the son of the 
self-proclaimed count. "I do not know... Something about being 
here makes me feel almost dirty. A feeling of stagnation, a lack 
of progress, commerce, and most of all, of entertaining. Perhaps 
I'll catch the first morning transport back to civilization."

Xian chuckles grimly at Alexandre's pronouncement. .oO(I'd rather 
get my hands dirty and have steady income than keep 'em clean and 
be down to my last credits)Oo.

Julianna finally decides what the hay, meeting someone never hurt 
anyone. Standing, "if you gentlemen will excuse me for a bit" she 
smiles pleasantly enough, picks up her drink and heads over to 
Sato Prine, all the while silently agreeing with Alexandre. Of 
course maybe she's bias, she always likes cooler, wetter climates 
better.

Xian nods formally to Julianna as she departs. Finishing his drink, 
he says, "I think I, too, shall excuse myself. Business awaits."
Xian tips his hat to the general populace and departs.

Xian leaves Mos Eisley Cantina -- Mos Eisley  and enters 
Dower Queen Street -- Mos Eisley .
Xian has left.

Sato Prine settles in at table and flits his robes to becomes 
comfortably draped. He watches with baleful eyes as Juliana 
crosses towards him excusing herself from mundane creatures. He 
nods a slow acknowledgement to her existence and gestures to a 
seat holding up two fingers for the bar keep. "You may sit" it 
too nearly an order.

Julianna nods and quietly takes a seat almost unknowingly doing 
exactly as asked. She manages a weak smile, "I'm Julianna so what 
brings you here" she gestures to the surroundings.

Having been relieved of his company, Alex hops to his feet. The 
young man has once more decided to be spontaneous, and to draw 
some attention, that the lack of good entertainment and gambling 
has caused him to crave. He leaves his untouched water on the bar 
and makes his way over to the band. 

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out enough credits to be hand 
fed by beautiful maidens and to sleep on silk sheets for a week. 
"Here, I'll trade you," he says to the guitar player. The pair 
trade and Alex pulls the guitar's strap over his neck. The man's 
nimble fingers begin picking at the strings in a very simple 
pattern. "You gentlemen can keep up?" he asks, but does not wait 
for the answer. He begins playing a soft folk tune, and plays in 
well. He begins walking around the cantina, and several moments 
into the song, he begins to sing. Alex's voice is loud, clear, 
and melodic. The tune is well known throughout the galaxy.

Sato Prine notes the background change in audio and is thankful 
that the previous guitarist seems put out of his misery. Perhaps 
he should see to that later personally. "Of course you are." He 
says with charming voice and smile. "I delay amongst the locals 
for a time." Is the only answer he gives as to his cause for 
being. "What is your vice?" He asks pointedly.

Julianna relaxes into her seat and listens to the pleasant music 
filling the place. She notes that Sato never said who he was, 
but she finally decides not to ask. "Well, I suppose its 
curiosity. The only thing is my vice is also my boon. I wouldn't 
be able to do my job without it." She takes a sip from her drink 
and tries to figure him out.

Sato Prine senses around the edges of her mind what this job is 
but he gives verbalization to it. If she is trying to conceal her 
line of work he will know. "And what is your job. Julianna." He 
says her name and chews on each consonant as if paying with the 
sound of it over his lips.

Alexandre continues to make his way around the cantina, moving 
faster as his song picks up in speed. He hollers, at the top of 
his voice, a song about spinning and turning, and dancing, and 
cavaliers stealing the hearts of young ladies. Once he makes a 
complete circle around the place, he begins to approach the bar, 
close to where Sato and Julianna are sitting.

Julianna wonders briefly if she should tell Sato what she does. 
Seems like she's felt compelled to tell several people in dark 
cloaks her line of work. Shrugging away the odd sensation, "I do 
basic biological/chemical research. And some piloting on the 
side." She breaks away from his gaze and idly watches as 
Alexandre makes his way over through the crowd.

Sato Prine knows the musician's destination but cares not what his 
purpose is as it seems like it is no Jedi or Krath plot. The Krath 
were too stupid and the Jedi too naive. "I dabble in chemicals 
myself." He admits making small talk in a dive bar of all things 
with a floozy chemist. "And biologicals. Any creations of note?" 
He asks wondering just how advanced Hutt Sciences are. All 
information was of use.

Julianna's eyes light up when see hears Sato work with chemicals as 
well. "Actually no, I haven't done anything sense I left my lab 
on Jerrilek. I've been traveling around of late. I'm only here for 
the day. More places to go running" She sighs, "It's even hotter 
and more miserable here than it was on Corellia. I'll be glad to 
get back." Coming back to his question, "But I hope to get back 
to my research before too much longer."

Alexandre has done before what he intends to do now, but it ended 
in disaster the last time. Not only did he not get the fancy 
holocube, but also got bruised quite well. Fortunately for him, 
theft is not his intention this evening. With little effort, the 
man hops on to the top of the bar. Now singing a new song about 
the travels of a group of nomads, he plays a quick tune, and 
begins to dance some easy folk song steps across bar top. The man 
seems to spread joy and happiness as he dances around all of the 
drinks. Each word, and each step, brings him closer to the pair 
discussing chemistry.

"Give me your wrist." Prine commands expecting obedience. He 
seizes it whether it is offered or no and by his touch sends 
cooling chill to surround Julianna though it is a chill tainted 
with death and decay. He gives Tatooine's venturous a sudden 
glare at the wandering minstrel, as he becomes distraction. His 
eyes alight with eerie glow as he stars at the table where the 
guitarist is about to step making it temporarily slick as Hoth 
ice. "And when you were experimenting in this lab what was your 
specialty?" He is immediately back on Julianna not interested in 
watching slap stick prate falls.

Julianna finds her wrist in Sato's cold grasp before she knows 
what's happening. Even though she feels a pinch from her mind 
somewhere that tells her to keep silent on this she finds herself 
explaining it to him under the spell of his gaze. "I've been 
working on combining the contagiousness of the influenza virus 
with a little known virus that effects the neurological centers 
of the brain. I was never able to test it before my lab was 
destroyed by the authorities on Jerrilek" she says as she sits 
very still.

Just as he gets to the verse about the gypsy king, who endlessly 
searches for the worlds greatest treasure, and a woman beautiful 
enough to be his queen, Alex steps onto the icy table. The man was 
hoping for a good performance. He spent much of his last money to 
rent the guitar, he was hoping that his performance might make 
him some profit. Alex's clear, flowing song turns into a mix of 
yelling and yodeling, as he slips and flies up into the air, and 
then comes crashing onto the edge of the table, and then from 
there to the floor.

Once the 'kid' hits the floor, there is no sound but silence. A 
moment later, then cantina re-erupts into loud laughter, which is 
interrupted for a moment, by loud and painful moaning.

Sato Prine is all a stare at Julianna as if the histrionic tumble 
of the charlatan were taking place far from here. In the back of 
his mind though he takes petty pleasure in all of it. "Excellent." 
He comments drawing the word out to the fellow chemist. "I would 
enjoy knowing the results of such a test. I have dabbled in 
neurological experiments on the sentient mind. It is a pleasing 
thing to watch a wither drip by drip." He lets go her wrist as the 
collision deflates into moaning, "But now you are no longer 
experimenting?" He seems sad at this.

Julianna sighs heavily, "I know I miss it terribly." Lighting up 
a bit, "But I think I've found a sponsor. If it all works out I'll 
be back in the lab again before too long." Somehow sensing it 
would be a terrible idea to let him know who the sponsor might be 
she 'attempts' to clamp down her mind and avoid Sato's eyes. 
Somehow there seems to be similarities between Sato and another 
she met recently. "However if everything works out I'll let you 
know" she offers naively.

Alexandre continues to moan several moments after the laughter 
subsides. He swears at himself inside of his mind. One week closer 
to being broke now. He climbs up to his knees with a loud groan, 
and holds his side with both hands. "Bantha dung," he grumbles and 
moans once more as he stands up fully. He coughs and cringes once 
before he begins to stumble around slightly.

Sato Prine can not help but chuckle at the words selected by the 
minstrel. Pity he got so showy he was more pleasant to listen to 
than the previous din. His eyes gaze deeply seeking to catch 
Julianna's own but she evades. He takes finger to her chin to 
force the issue as he senses her hiding something from him 
something that may indeed be important, just who was her new 
employer. He delves deeper prying into the more protected 
recesses of her mind and worrying not about leaving tracks of 
his own there.

Julianna finds herself compelled to look straight and deep into 
Sato's eyes, unknown to her she carries a mental picture of the 
time when she met Sa'Vath and talked with him about the research. 
All this floats easily about through her mind, ready to be picked 
up.

Mylana enters from Dower Queen Street -- Mos Eisley .
Mylana has arrived.

Mylana enters the Cantina relatively unnoticed. However, a few 
discreet nods from various customers tells you she's probably no 
stranger to these parts.

"Corellia." Sato says aloud as he sees it in his mind knowing his 
rival foolishly left the fold on journey there. So this white 
trash chemist was what he had risked so much to come see was it. 
Odd that this had not been foreseen as clearly the force was 
fatedly at work here this night brining these two together. He 
thinks for a moment of snuffing her now and putting end to 
whatever Krath scheme Malice had up his sleeve. But no the Thethu 
were more subtle than their Mandalorean kin. He remains in her 
mind. Saying aloud but planting deep, "You will continue as 
Sa'Vath wishes. We did not see each other tonight." He pauses to 
make sure the implant takes hold before giving her the rest of her 
subliminal directives.

Julianna is slightly taller than the average Falleen female. She 
has a slender, yet athletic frame. Deep green eyes beam with 
genuine lust for life. However the light in her eyes seems offset 
by the firm set of her mouth. But there's something about her 
smile makes some people uncomfortable. Rich dark, curly brown 
hair falls midway down her back. Her smooth reptilian skin is 
generally a light red hue, almost the color of a human but with 
a reddish tinge. Her deep blue, form fitting pants suit reveals 
soft curves. With long sleeves and a low scoop neck the outfit 
provides warmth and ease of movement. The pants taper down into a 
pair of black leather knee high boots. Slung diagonally across 
her hips is a utility belt that holds a blaster, medpack, and a 
pouch.

Mylana steps down into the main room of the Cantina she nimbly 
picks her way up to the bar. She glances out the corner of her 
eye catching a glimpse of the same dark stranger she had seen 
outside earlier. A furrow of uneasy nervousness flashes across 
her brow although she's not sure why. Pretending to mind her own 
business she steps up to the bar as the pudgy man behind it nods 
to her in apparent recognition. Nodding back she mutters an order 
to him as she plants herself on a stool.

Julianna face slackens as if she were in a daze and her normal 
reddish tinge turns a greyish color associated with Falleenian 
sleep. She nods slightly as if agreeing to all of Sato's 
directions.

Xian strides back into the cantina, a frustrated frown on his face. 
He glances around and sees a couple of familiar faces, and returns 
to his place at the bar.

Sato Prine does not notice even mentally the reappearance of the 
pickpocket. She is not important right now. He keeps Julianna's 
gaze and reaches into the folds of his cloak taking out amulet 
on fine silver chain. He puts it over her head, a piece of sith 
alchemy. "This is your family heirloom on your mothers side 
passed down for generations. You will never take it off."

Xian raises an eyebrow as he notices the Sith with his 
acquaintance, Julianna, but leaves the two in peace. He watches 
surreptitiously from the bar, but does not interrupt their 
business.

Mylana is also at the bar sipping at some light blue colored 
concoction and looking around the Cantina slowly from the corners 
of her eyes.

Xian scowls darkly as he orders his drink from the barkeep. He 
gives Julianna's table another look, clearly mistrustful. It's not 
often that a complete stranger gives someone a necklace like that, 
much less with the words the human spoke. He doesn't like it...but 
knows it's not his business. Yet.

Julianna nods and runs her fingers across the amulet, and then 
suddenly shakes her head as if clearing it from a fog, with no 
memory of what happened. You notice her color returning to normal. 
Looking at Sato rather confused, "Oh I'm sorry I suppose I must 
have fallen asleep at your table. You'll excuse me sorry for the 
trouble" She stands up rather confused and manages to bump into 
a couple of people passing by as well as trip on her own chair.

Mylana finishes off her drink in a quick gulp and wipes her 
mouth rather unceremoniously before turning and walking towards 
the door.

Sato Prine relaxes as if gloating over a won victory. He looks 
about seeing that the poor minstrel has fled. Well who could blame 
the now bruised fellow. The bar keep at last braves delivery of 
the two drinks at the table though now there is but one dark soul 
there and he drinks deep.

Xian glares once again at the dark man before trying to get 
Julianna's attention. He calls her softly, to see if she's 
listening.

Julianna walks a little unsteadily towards the door, she seems 
kinda out of it and doesn't notice Xian calling her.

Mylana apparently doesn't notice Julianna as she accidentally 
bumps into her walking towards the door. Stopped in her tracks 
she looks at Julianna rather annoyed, "Hey!"

Xian clearly does not like what he has seen, but makes no move to 
speak with Julianna while the dark trickster is still present. He 
knows he'll track her down and speak with her privately, but for 
now he continues to study the lone human in the cantina.

Julianna is hardly aware that she is a few credits short as she 
leaves the cantina. With one hand over the amulet, she takes a 
deep breath and goes out into the heat of the day.

Mylana shakes her head at the exiting figure of Julianna. After 
another second or so she too moves again to exit.

Sato Prine continues to nurse his two drinks till both are as dry 
as his throat still is sucking down the dusty desert air. He rises 
and shrugs his shoulders allowing his robes to fall into place 
with a shudder. He gives Xian a return gaze staying with it overly 
long.

Mylana leaves Mos Eisley Cantina -- Mos Eisley  and 
enters Dower Queen Street -- Mos Eisley .
Mylana has left.

Xian downs his drink and does not flinch from Sato's gaze. He 
decides, however, that he should find out more about what 
happened...and the clues may be outside with Mylana.

Xian leaves Mos Eisley Cantina -- Mos Eisley  and enters 
Dower Queen Street -- Mos Eisley .
Xian has left.

There being nothing left in the Cantina of interest, Prine gives 
Xian affair lead out the door before shadowing after.

**CURTAIN**