-[< Crilru's Cantina >]- 
Crilru's is one of the more popular places on Nar Shadda. It is a large 
cantina, and plays the latest jizz music on the stereo equipment. There is a 
long bar across the northern wall, with tons of different liquors and beers 
behind it. A small booth is on either side of the bar as well. The bar stools 
here are durasteel and bolted to the floor, obviously for the rough crowd that 
comes in here. 
Obvious exits:
East  - -[< a Small Booth >]-
South - -[< a Mildew Covered Slidewalk >]-
West  - -[< a Small Booth >]-
A Durasteel Barstool rests here in front of the bar.
 A Wookiee is here drinking heavily.
 A Barabel stands here, armed to the teeth.
 A Barabel stands here, armed to the teeth.
 Crilru stands behind the bar, nursing a broken leg.
 A drunken old pirate is sleeping nearby.

=> A pair of stormtroopers enter, searching the cantina in a somber manner. A 
few seconds later, an Imperial officer arrives, nodding to the stormtrooper 
who conducted the primary component of the survey. "I haven't located the 
Bothan, yet, sir."

=> Likely because said Bothan has caught wind of the Imperials on-planet and 
has done what any smart person'll do in such a situation - lie low. A number 
of the occupants in the Cantina give the stormtroopers wary glances before 
turning back to their business - be it drinking or conversation. A quartet of 
Bothans play sabaac in one of the booths. One of them leans over and murmurs 
something to another.

=> The Imperial officer approaches Crilru, looking the creature in the 
eye, "You contacted our informant, but our stormtroopers have not seen the 
quarry." The officer quickly glances around, his hands held behind his back. 
With a firm sense of command, the black-clad Imperial officer focuses on the 
lead stormtrooper, "Signal for additional soldiers to search the city. If 
she's here, we'll find her, I shalln't be one to face Lord Vindic's rath."

=> Crilru shrugs. "A description is only as good as a description. I go off of 
what I hear, but I am busy. Far too busy to spend all day confirming 
intelligence reports. Be happy with what I give you."

=> Loan Ni'kla glances at his sister before placing down a card. "I thought 
you said they released you," he mutters. "They -did-. Damn Crilru. I knew he 
would sell me out." "He'd sell his grandma for a credit." That gets a chuckle 
from one of the other Bothans. "Wonder what he's getting for you." "Do shut 
up."

=> With a contempt tone of voice, Captain Sarek replies to the man, "Wasting 
the Empire's time is never a wise venture. I could easily divert troops 
to "monitor" the activities of your establishment. I doubt you--" In mid 
sentence, a new officer appears, striding towards Sarek, "Sir--" Sarek snaps 
at the man, "Not now!" "Sir, but it's--" Sarek chews the officer out again, "I 
said, not now!" "Sir, it's important. A priority message from Lord Vindic has 
been received. He de mands an immediate status report." Sarek grimaces, 
looking towards Crilru. "Tell him -- well, the troops are still deploying. 
We'll have results as soon as we can."

=> With a heel snap salute the younger officer turns in 180-degree spin and 
proceeds out the door. A few seconds after he leaves, a squad of stormtroopers 
enters, bringing the count of Imperials to fifteen.

Yesk chuckles dryly at the behavior. "It is good to see them being the ones in 
a panic for a change." "No kidding. Just recently we had a load of cargo confi-
sithspit." Almost as one, the four Bothans look at the new squad 
Stormtroopers. A black-furred Bothan looks towards Yesk. "They -really- want 
you, eh, Ikla? What for?" "Damned if I know. Raise you five." 

=> The leader of the squad quickly approaches Sarek, who simply nods to 
them. "Search the cantina first, then the perimeter."

Yesk murmurs something into her comlink. Loan glances at her, then returns to 
his cards, hoping she knows what she's doing. "It's going to get intercepted," 
he mutters, more to himself than anyone else.

(Outgoing Message)  Senn Khudo: 'The nightmares are becoming real.'

=> The squad of stormtroopers begins to fan out across the cantina, the lead 
trooper quickly intercepting a tranmission. "Activity, sir!"

(Incoming Message)  Senn Khudo: 'what's happening?'

(Outgoing Message)  Senn Khudo: 'History repeats itself.'

(Incoming Message)  Senn Khudo: '....what's happening?'

=> Another squad of stormtrooper files in from the door, the first squad 
scattering out to look at each of the bar patrons individually. A single 
stormtrooper approaches the table, looking towards Loan.

=> "Now you've done it," Loan hisses. "We were just playing a friendly game, 
now...sithspawn." Yesk looks completely unconcerned as she rearranges her 
cards, leaving Loan to deal with the approaching Stormtrooper. He sighs.

The Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vindic enters, striding through the main 
doorway with commanding presence. In a slow rotation of his head, he looks at 
each individual occupants, clusters of stormtroopers warifly questioning the 
groupings gathered. The Sith Lord is enshrouded in crimson armor, the same 
black robes and cape that he adorns complimenting the image. At his waist, the 
ominous outline of his lightsaber hangs, dangling back and forth with each 
booted step.

(Outgoing Message)  Senn Khudo: '.../Him/.'

=> The stormtrooper looks to Loan, speaking with the familair clicking sound 
of his helm, "Identify your name and the name of your companions for the 
record."

 (Incoming Message)  Senn Khudo: 'where are you right now?'

=> Sarek immediately snaps to attention, a respectful bow given. "We had not 
expected you, my lord. My soldiers are still deployed."

The Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vindic strides past the stormtrooper officer, 
looking further into the crowds of the cantina. "Spare me your lackluster 
execuses, commander. I have deteced the presence of the Bothan I seek here, 
among this crowd."

=> "Loan Ni'kla," the bothan replies promptly. "My friend, Koral Hemst'ya, and 
her siblings, Bain and Yiva." 

=> The room grows notably...quieter...at the entrance of the Sith lord.

 (Outgoing Message)  Senn Khudo: '*No response, although the comlink stays on; 
by the noise (which just got a lot quieter, for some reason), it sounds like a 
cantina of some sort. The sound of a Bothan introducing himself and a few 
others can be heard.*'

=> Sarek follows the Dark Lord of the Sith, a bead of sweat trickling across 
his brow. The other stormtroopers pay no attention to the arrival of the man, 
too busy with their other tasks. The stormtrooper questioning Loan continues 
to speak, "Confirmed. Have you seen this Bothan around?" The stormtrooper 
flashes a holographic image of Yesk, with both eyes intact.

=> Loan shakes his head, frowning slightly. "I'm sorry to say that I haven't." 

 (Incoming Message)  Senn Khudo: 'yesk? please tell me where you are...'

 (Outgoing Message)  Senn Khudo: ''Have you seen this Bothan around?' 'I'm 
sorry to say that I haven't.''

=> The stormtrooper turns from Loan to Yesk.

(Incoming Message)  Senn Khudo: 'yesk?...'

=> The stormtrooper's gaze moves from Yesk to around the table.

Yesk all but ignores the Stormtrooper, as do the two others; apparently, 
they're content with Loan doing the speaking for them.

=> The stormtrooper nods, "If you happen to see her, please notify us 
immediately."

=> Loan shrugs. "There a reward?"

=> All of the stormtroopers return from their questioning sessions and report 
in the center of the room to the Sith Lord and the officer, Captain Sarek.

=> A stormtrooper speaks, "Magresh clan Ghs'aek of Bothawui, cleared, sir."

=> A second stormtrooper speaks, "Loan clan Ni'kla, cleared, sir."

=> Upon hearing the stormtroopers words, the Dark Lord of the Sith raised his 
right arm into a clasped fist, "Loan clan Ni'kla? Bring this one and any 
companions he may have before me."

=> The stormtrooper nods, clicking his heels in salute, and ventures towards 
the table. Two other stormtroopers following in step behind him.

=> The three stormtroopers level their E-11 blaster rifles off at the table of 
Bothans, the lead one speaking, "Hey, you there, halt!"

=> Oddly enough, by the time the Stormtroopers have reached the table, it's 
missing one occupant. The remaining three look blankly at the three rifles, 
then promptly set down their cards. "Can we help you?" one with reddish fur 
asks mildly.

=> The stormtrooper while perhaps not overly wise was indeed 
perceptive, "Where is the other one?"

=> Yet the stormtrooper was slower then the Dark Lord of the Sith...

=> "She said she was going to the bathroom, I think."

Yesk isn't going to the bathroom. She's currently pursuing a route that a 
number of patrons already have - an escape route.

The Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vindic looks towards Captain Sarek, "Surround 
the building, immediately. My suspicions have been confirmed, the Bothan we 
seek is here."

The Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vindic outstretches his right arm, directing 
a powerful Force push towards the table nearest to the door. Instantly, the 
wooden oval leaps up off of it's feet, flying into the doorway and obstructing 
exit. With a loud clang it slides to the floor, two stormtroopers rushing 
towards the doorway for yet another layer of security.

Yesk cracks open the back door and hisses in displeasure at what she sees. 
More Stormtroopers. And she'd be damned if she was just going to walk into 
their open arms. Still; shadows offer aid. She slips outside and flattens 
herself against the wall, aiming towards the side alley - where a grate that 
she never thought she would have to use leads to the sewers. An unpleasant 
place, but even more so here on Nar Shaada.

=> A low murmur rises at the Sith Lord's display, and the occupants of the 
room noticibly edge away. Loan closes his eyes and simply hopes that his 
sister knows what she's doing. 



The Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vindic hugs you.