Logged November 19, 2000
Logged and edited by Alynne
Title: An Opportunity is an Opportunity!
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Smuggler's Cantina -- Coronet 
        The Smuggler's Cantina is known throughout Corellia as
a place where only the extremely cautious dare to enter. The 
Cantina has a reputation of having some of the most rugged and 
dangerous patrons around; some may even be for hire for the 
right price. At this moment, the cantina is filled with many 
creatures, some humanoid, and some not. The air is filled with 
the haze and musky smoke expelled from various kinds of inhaled 
paraphernalia. A long bar is situated at the northeast corner 
with several stools before it, while booths are nestled like 
cubbyholes along the walls.

Vorak -
A not totally unpleasant creature is before but would certainly 
not be in the Adonis category for his race by ANY means. Slightly 
portly he is wearing a long overcoat in an obviously vain attempt 
to hide his lack of form, and his boots are sturdy but strong and 
he is clean shaven with short hair.

Deliha -
        Though ravishing is a strong word, nothing less could be 
used to describe the Corellian woman. Flaming curls cascade from 
the creamy complexion of her heart shaped features, to brush 
across her back in a single loose braid. Vividly green eyes 
contrast those locks such that they nearly glow and bring a power 
to her stare that few can weather. The tilt of her chin is proud, 
and her nose prominent enough to shadow a mouth that is quick to 
sneer haughtily. 
         Her taut, lithe figure is clothed in garments common to 
Corellian citizen's fashion: A complimentary burgundy top with a 
high collar, brown leather pants that cling to the waist, but 
relax their hold at mid-thigh, and calf-high leather flight-boots. 
A full-length brown trench coat is thrown over to provide a bit of 
warmth as well as disguise.

Alynne - 
      Standing before you is a woman who appears to be in her 
late 20's early 30's. She stands to be about 5'10" and seems 
quite confident and sincere in her movements. Her physical 
appearance isn't what you would call beautiful, rather average 
actually. However, it's the way she handles herself that makes 
her attractive. Her hair is brownish in color, though it appears 
to be somewhat sun bleached and is cut short. Her hair parts on 
the left side and sweeps across her forehead in a slight feathery 
style. Her skin is tanned as if someone who has worked in out 
under a sun for quite sometime. She's thin with an athletic 
build, and is currently wearing a stylish tan pantsuit with a 
lighter colored robe clasped at her neck. Her pants are tucked 
into a pair of black leather boots. She has a seeming age of 
experience within her grey blue eyes, and a look of undeniable 
intelligence behind them.

Alynne saunters into the Cantina after a long hard day at work, 
yes...she usually tries to find work on the so-called rest day, 
else she'd probably go hungry for another day. Making her way 
towards the bar, her eyes fall upon the occupants as she passes 
by, a slight nod of her head brings acknowledgement to those she 
passes.

Deliha stands at the bar, speaking to the bartender in an attempt 
to order drinks from the man. The room is in a mild commotion, 
something about storms and thunderheads.

Vorak licks his lips and grunts slightly, making the effort to get 
up as he heads towards the bar, careful to place the paper in his 
pocket before embarking on his journey.. pulling up next to the 
lady who recently entered, making various gestures towards the 
barman "Excuse me... um excuse.. oh heck", shaking his head and 
whispering to himself "the finer establishments and their /always/ 
accommodating help".. the latter half of that statement spate out 
with venom "Barkeep (!)"

Alynne finds an empty stool to seat herself upon, only to quirk a 
brow at the seemingly displeased man and just blinks as she turns 
back to the bartender who seemingly brings up a drink and places 
it before Alynne before she even had to ask for it. She nods her 
head to the bartender then glances to the other side noticing 
Deliha. Again snippets about clouds and thunderstorms furrows her 
brow in curiosity. Returning her attention back to Vorak she 
comments, "Bad day?"

Deliha places a light hand on Vorak's shoulder, "Like this 
sweetheart..." she reaches into a pocket of her coat and pulls out 
several credits. With a fury one wouldn't expect from her sweet 
smiling face, she slams the money down with a clatter only money 
seems to make. The tender's ears perk and comes over post-haste. 
Deliha frowns at the man, and then motions to Vorak, "He was callin' 
dear, ya'd best take care of the buck before somethin' bursts." She 
begins to collect her drinks without further word to Vorak. Deliha 
seems to be content to allow the two of them to converse, without 
a glance to Alynne.

Vorak gives a quick, but warm smile before placing his order, 
saying as he places some money on the bar "Much appreciated. It 
takes some getting used to.. this sort of place.. still everyone 
and thing to their own. I owe you a debt of education I think yes?"

Alynne glances over at Deliha and grins as she shows the man how 
to go about getting the barkeeps attention. Grinning lightly and 
holding her own glass in her hand she adds her own comment, "He's 
really a friendly guy once you get to know him...the getting to 
know him however, is the hard part".

Deliha pushes off the bar, balancing two mugs in one hand and 
holding another in the right. She motions to the bartender, now 
turning away from the three of them, "Sweetheart, he's nice to 
us cause we're woman." She then bumps Vorak with a swish of her 
hindquarters; "Our male friend here has no hope, short of making 
a scene suitably macho. She smirks ever so suggestively to Vorak 
and then winks knowingly to Alynne.

Vorak's nose wrinkles up slightly as he thinks he detects a dig, 
his eyes betraying a quickly turning brain cell or two.. he gives 
a quick nod and an attempt at a short laugh but it fades quickly 
and he just offers the slightest of bows to the departing Deliha 
"My thanks again", his head turning as his focus changes to 
Alynne, the second party more well informed than himself..., 
offering a quiet comment "What the heck..", prodding himself 
over towards Alynne...

Alynne glances over at the departing Deliha, her brows raised 
slightly at the winking comment and gesture. Being a mechanic 
doesn't hold much to giving in to her own femininity, but she 
manages to hold her own well enough without flaunting it. In 
her mind she's as good as a man if not better with her 
profession. She scoffs a small laugh then glances back to her 
drink, only then noticing the closing approach of Vorak. Raising 
her glass to him to congratulate his eventual success with 
getting the bartenders attention, she takes a sip from her own 
glass.

Deliha slips away from the two of them, so as not to be crushed 
and returns to the booth nearby where her large man-friend waits. 
She places two drinks before him and then takes her seat with her 
own mug. She leans close to the large man and whispers several 
things, to which he nods.

Vorak raises an eyebrow as he approaches Alynne "My greetings, I 
am Vorak... pretender to the throne of being average. It would 
seem my... lack of local knowledge stands out all but too 
obviously, unlike yourselves", his eyes making a directional dart 
towards Deliha before apparently noticing something odd... 
"hmmmmmmm", his eyes widening before scratching his side "Damn 
it must be something in the air on this world, can't stop 
scratching for some reason", his eyes doing a quick summary of 
Alynne..

Alynne smiles lightly at the man's introduction of himself and 
then chuckles. She comments at the scratching, "Might consider 
some Bacta ointment for that" Wiping of her hand, which has the 
appearances of having a touch of grease grime upon it, she 
extends it to Vorak, "Alynne, Alynne Halbreth, local mechanic 
extrodinaire" she says with a grin crossing her lips, "You break 
it, I can fix it."

Deliha turns her head at Alynne's introduction, Her large male 
friend and herself close enough to catch some of the conversation 
between Alynne and Vorak. She then makes some comment to the 
large man, "....need.... mechanic for... Stormfeather."

Kyr, late as usual rushes into the cantina in a beeline for the 
bar. As he is about to swing around the corner so he can start 
his work, he sees a familiar face and ends up slipping and 
hitting the ground with a *thud* Kyr groans, "Hi Alynne"

Vorak laughs quickly and says with a degree of warmth "Well in 
that case stick around. If you can fix it I can break it.. I 
always have been good at that, all abet unintentionally", his 
feet shuffling slightly as he leans forward a bit, saying in a 
low voice "They tell me if you pretend to be slightly 
intoxicated no one knows any different", making a longer more 
deliberate inspection of Alynne "For the record I am in property, 
of a sort... so if you happen to know someone selling, or buying 
you just let me know and I'll try and break something in the 
attempt of helping them,... ", his eyes darting to the new 
entrant...

Deliha's head turns as Kyr takes a spill and her brow quirks 
upward. Her larger friend erupts into a deep belly laugh, 'Boy!" 
He shouts, "You'd best make sure your boots are tied for you go 
runnin' round the bar here..." Deliha attempts to stifle a laugh.

Alynne can't help but not miss the vertically challenged Kyr as 
his display brings a few chuckles and laughs from the crowd. 
Shaking her head, she lifts a finger towards Vorak, "Excuse me 
one moment" hops off her seat and walks over extending a hand 
down to Kyr, "Need to grow an extra leg it seems Kyr, you'd do 
well in a comedy show right now" she states nodding towards the 
boisterous occupants at Dehila's booth. After bringing Kyr to 
his feet, she smiles at him and heads back over to her seat. 
She explains to Vorak, "Young friend of mine, seems to find more 
holes in the floor than boards."

Kyr groans as he gets up "Owww....", his pain passes and he grins 
"So what'll everyone have?" he asks as he walks behind the bar

Vorak shrugs and meanders back to his seat.. talking to himself 
as he goes "Every time.. why do I bother"... shaking his head as 
he lumps himself back down in the luckily still free seat, his 
right hand disappearing into his jacket to retrieve his paper... 
"now where was I", conscious to glance up every few seconds, 
clearly not _wanting_ to let go of the image of the lady too 
quickly even if fate is wanting to conspire otherwise....

Deliha touches the shoulder of her hulking companion lightly and 
then extracts herself from the booth. She strolls over to Vorak 
and leans over the table. She flicks the paper lightly with one 
finger, "What'cha got there sweetie?"

Alynne watches Vorak head off just as she sat down and thinks it 
curious, even more so since he appears to be talking to himself. 
She watches him a moment, then notices movement out of the side 
of her eye of the approaching Deliha. She smirks lightly and 
returns to her drink and responding to Kyr with a lift of her 
glass, "Already got mine, thanks Kyr."

Vorak purses his lips as he considers his answer for a moment, 
making no attempt to hide his paper "Nothing of any real 
importance", sniffing at the air as he tries to detect her scent, 
saying with coy lightness "Tis only property listings, I am into 
that sort of work... a, er, facilitator of land transactions if 
you will.". Vorak places his fingers on the paper to re-stake 
his claim on it as he changes topic "And you never told me your 
name or what you might do, so for the second time you have me at 
the disadvantage ma'am", smiling gently, but being very careful 
not to make any overt gestures.. given her companion's presence 
nearby....

Kyr nods and pours himself a fizzy drink and guzzles it down, 
"alright then" Kyr shouts out "House special, Wherns new brandy 
reserve!"

Deliha flashes a brief smile at Vorak, and slides herself into a 
seat at his table ever so femininely, "Well my name is Deliha.." 
she bounces a finger toward the Large man in the booth across the 
way who appears to be engrossed in his drinks and a computer pad 
before him, "I work for that man over there.."

Alynne smirks at Kyr, her last encounter with Wherns Brandy leaves 
an almost vile taste in her mouth, especially the recollection of 
the hangover it brought the day after. Her eyes glance over toward 
Deliha and Vorak, she chuckles lightly at the obvious 
flirtatiousness of the woman and shakes her head returning her 
attention to her drink, almost finding new images in the swirling 
mass contained within.

Vorak doesn't bother to turn as he says quickly and simply 
"Indeed, I had noticed you were with someone.", shifting in his 
chair slightly as he struggles to find somewhere comfortable, and 
considerably less aggravating to his.. current problem "Well that 
solves who you are, and where you are", smiling as he say's 
playfully "It does not exactly say what you do?, although I 
suspect that is entirely the point, yes?"

Deliha folds her arms across the table loosely and leans over on 
her elbows. "Oh.. no. What I do isn't really all that important." 
She shrugs a bit, "But he captains a freighter that runs between 
a couple of the systems around here, we stopped to pick up some 
crewmen." She then pats the table lightly with one hand, "I'm 
sorry... I missed your name.. what was it again?"

Vorak gives a little laugh as he stares into Deliha's eyes, 
seemingly stolen by the moment, his question forgotten "That must 
be awfully exciting, racing through the stars on a whim...", a 
slight sigh as he recalls his youth "What I would do to be young 
and free once again, able to get into all sorts of trouble and 
not really care about the consequences...", coming back to 
reality, his face darkening for a moment as the weight of his 
life replaces itself in his psyche "Of course, such a fine lady 
as yourself wouldn't be quite as wild as that I suppose, but 
still it must be so wonderfully exciting...."

Alynne tries real hard not to overhear the conversation going on 
down the bar from where she's at, but with a touch of amusement 
and hunger for some kind of entertainment, she can't help herself. 
The little play between the two seems to be acted out and it's 
not unlike watching a holomovie in a sense. She sips her drink 
and almost looses it as she overhears Vorak's last comment.

Kyr chuckles and hands Alynne a towel and a fresh drink. He also 
wonders what is going on in the cantina other that murder and 
drunks for once.

Deliha blushes deeply, and rather skillfully to those who are 
aware of the game, "Oh, aren't you sweet." She giggles softly, 
"But really, there's nothing exciting about hauling beer, 
pickles and onions about the galaxy." She glances around the bar, 
"Life here must be thrilling, all these people with their own 
goals interacting and socializing." She turns back to Vorak, 
"Life on the ship is so droll with the same people everyday, 
and most of them greasy unwashed men.." She flutters her eyes 
at Vorak.

Vorak leans back with a sigh but is careful not to move his hand 
away, enjoying the contact for what it is, "One mans hell is 
another's paradise I suppose.. and as for this place, exciting is 
one term for describing thugs, criminals, and deaf bartenders", 
casting the fastest of glance's over at the bar, "All I really 
came to this world for was to catch a little action of some sort 
before its too late really, and look what I ended up doing... 
property. Not exactly the most challenging of careers, but I 
suppose its what I am capable of doing and thus it found me, no 
matter how much I have been running from it.", looking back over 
Deliha "But then there's you, you remind me of times long ago 
and of dreams long forgotten...", his mind wandering a bit "What 
I wouldn't do to actually do something mildly dangerous.. just 
once so I can say to myself that I did it. Meet new people 
travel to new places every other day. To me my dear, your hell 
sounds more like a paradise , even if it is covered in a little 
bit of grease every now and then", giving a playful grin...

Deliha retracts her hand as the Hulking man brings himself near, 
"Deliha." He speaks with a deep baritone, "It's time to head 
back... Leave my message with the bartender, see if he can't 
spread the word around." He looks to Vorak, and then back to 
Deliha with a confused furrow to his brow, but he says nothing 
of it, "Check in with me when you get back." Deliha nods and 
smiles, "Yes, Sir." She glances back to Vorak with a smile as 
the tall man leaves, "Well, I'm sure if you've skills to provide 
a freighter, the Captain could find a place for you... Our crew 
is fairly sparse, since many left at the death of our first 
Captain.."

Alynne notices the large man approaching the two not too far from 
her. His voice is hard to ignore. As he leaves she returns her
attention upon the pair and perks an ear as she mentions a 
possible job opportunity. Never missing a beat, she openly asks 
the woman, "He be looking for a mechanic?"

Vorak watches the retraction with some disappointment, the spell 
semi broken.. "Well an old fart with a skill in chemistry and a 
hand in first aid from back when I was idealistic and keen I am, 
a star ship procurer I am not", pausing to take a deep breath, 
touching his lips "Now how was it you did it", banging his hand 
on the table, instead of the bar and immediately wincing his 
voice betraying the stinging sensation in his hand "Barman, 
drinks!", almost hiding immediately after saying it... wimpsly 
peeking over at Deliha "I suppose you can only do that when your 
at the bar huh?"...

Kyr runs over to the table manages to avoid imaginary holes 
along the way. "Yes?"

Deliha tosses one arm over the back of her chair as she turns to 
Alynne, "We're in need of a great many things, dear." She looks 
the woman over with a careful eye, "You're a mechanic?" She 
manages to give Vorak a small wink and encouraging expression as 
he does in fact manage to bring the bartender near. 'Try with a 
little coin in your hand, perks their ears, dear."

Vorak ohhhhs as he observes the interest Deliha takes in Alynne, 
pulling out a few items of change to waggle around, as discreetly 
as one can in a place like this "And one for the lady please.. 
same as before", still plainly uncomfortable with being so... 
shameless, saying far more quietly "I think I prefer the quiet, 
subtle approach ..... definitely more my style"

Alynne nods lightly to the woman as she replies, "Born and bred 
as one." Her lips curl up in the corner as she watches Vorak's 
display at trying to get the bartenders attention, she almost 
winces knowing his hand hit the bar a bit too hard and at the 
wrong angle.

Kyr nods accepting exactly enough for the drinks and hurries off 
towards the bar

Deliha smiles softly to Vorak, "Sweet of you dear, thank you." She 
turns to Alynne again, "Do you know your way around freighters...
Captain flies a Barloz, with a couple of modifications.." She 
reaches into her jacket pocket and fiddles around a bit before 
removing her hand, put pulling nothing out.

Alynne gives a shrug and states, "I've worked on all freighter 
types of one sort or another. If it's a machine, and its broke, 
I'm pretty sure I can fix it." Taking a final sip of her drink, 
she leaves the glass on the bar and heads over towards the pair. 
To the woman she asks, "Where am I to find this captain of yours 
if I was interested in looking for a job?"

Kyr returns with the drinks. He glances at Deliha and looks like 
he is about to say something when his comlink beeps. He turns it 
on and jumps upon hearing the voice. Placing the drinks down he 
runs off and nods at Whern, who has just reappeared at the bar. 
He exits managing not to bump into the patrons coming in and out.

Deliha nods thoughtfully and then, "He comes here often, looking 
for sharp folk. We can arrange for a meeting, but I'll need to 
speak with him to confer on the schedule." She turns back to Vorak 
and sips at her drink, certain the man is thrilled to have two 
women so near his table. "Delightful.." She starts to try and use 
his name, but refuses to stumble over her words and ask again. She 
turns to Alynne, "Do you frequent here?"

Alynne shrugs slightly and nods, nodding towards the bartender, 
"Enough to have made a few friends here and there." Eyes still 
gazing down at the woman she states, "If a message needs to be 
left, I'm sure Whern will get it to me next time I see him."

Vorak starts to scratch again shortly before starting to stand, 
making sure to leave enough money on the table to pay for the 
drinks, for some reason in some hurry all of a sudden.. not 
really caring if Deliha is talking to someone else.. "I'll see 
you later on perhaps, my dear"... moving as swiftly as his legs 
will carry him, straight for the rest rooms.........

Deliha nods faintly, "I will be certain to tell him that he has 
a prospect in you. I would take you to the ship myself, but I 
dare not as the Captain is protective of it." She seems about 
to protest Vorak's departure, but fails to catch him. She shrugs 
faintly, not about to keep up the game, if he is not there to 
witness. She turns to Alynne, "May I ask your name?"

Alynne extends her hand towards the woman, "Alynne, Alynne 
Halbreth, finest mechanic you'll ever find on this planet." A 
little boasting doesn't hurt, if it means securing another 
potential job that will hopefully help keep her belly filled for 
the next month or two.

Deliha nods, and then rises from her seat, not interesting in 
finishing a drink she didn't have to pay for. "Well dear, the 
captain will definitely judge that for himself." She extends 
one hand. "I must leave, but my name is Deliha..." She fails 
to add a sur name, "I will mention your name to the Captain 
and should he desire a meeting I will get back to you."

Alynne nods to Deliha and smiles, "I'd appreciate that Miss 
Deliha, and thank you" she says as she watches the woman go. 
Resigned to having to find a place for herself to sleep for 
the night, she waits a few moments, taking in the warmth of 
the place before heading out through the doors into the chilly 
night air.

Deliha side steps from Alynne and saunters over to the bar, 
leaving a few words with Whern she passes him a few coins and 
then shifts her gait to something more suited to walking the 
streets and heads out the door.