The Gentlemen's Club

[bruinfamer]

The sun set beyond the distant mountains of the city of Aldera, Alderaan's capital city. Oron's ship flew over the mountains and over the dense forests towards the city. He landed at a platform near the Palace and left his ship. Oron began walking down the busy streets towards a popular hotel, where the rich and powerful were meant to mingle.

[MikDaTv]

The urge to scratch his face was almost overwhelming. He downed his drink, a local beer that the bartender had recommended in hopes that it would take his mind off the terrible itching the face makeup was causing him.

While he wasn't as recognizable as a holofilm star, the face of Jor Halcyon still required some pretty in depth facial prosthetic to keep it from being recognized. The entire left side of his face was covered in fake scar makeup, and the right side of his face, including his eye was covered in a fake cybernetic plate.

He'd also let his hair grow out a little and what skin was exposed had some pretty heft 5 oclock shadow. It was a lot of effort in order to operate within Imperial Space without drawing attention but he needed to do it. He was so close to finding the weapon they needed. Clues from his own past and the logs he could recover from the Ebon Hawk had lead him down a series of paths, ultimately leading to a man who now resided on Alderaan.

[bruinfamer]

As Oron walked the streets, he noticed several Imperial troops walking around. Ah shit, the Imps. Well I doubt they will know who I am. Oron decided he would lay low in a bar setting, where he could blend in with the locals. It was close to night and the bars were known to be roudy, especially when everyone got paid.

Oron walked into the bar and took a seat in the middle of two people. He rose his hand, asking for a glass of water. He wasn't much of a drinker.

[MikDaTv]

"How you doing Sheriff." The incognito Jor said to one of the gentlemen at the bar. A human male who was short in stature but broad in build.

The man turned his head to look at the disfigured man addressing him and scowled. "What do you want."

Jor sat down on the stool next to his mark and ordered another local brew for himself and the law man. "Well thats an interesting question. Its more along the lines of what do you want. You see, your a pretty dirty cop Sheriff. You run a tight ship at the station, of thats for damn sure, but at home, well... we all have our little vices don't we."

The sheriff's eyes narrowed and he looked Jor up and down. "Who are you?" He asked.

Jor shrugged. "Just a guy. A guy who needs to get into your precinct. I have to chat with one of the guys you have locked up."

The sheriff raised an eyebrow. "thats it? You just need to talk to someone?"

Jor nodded. "Thats right. Just need to talk. I'll go in unarmed if it makes you feel better."

The Sheriff downed his drink and scowled again. "I guess i don't have much choice do i?"

[bruinfamer]

Oron downed the glass of water and looked around. There were a lot of police officers here, must've been the hangout spot after their day shift. Not a surprise. Oron got up and was stopped by one of the civilians.

"Hey buddy, you dropped something." said the man, who was extremely drunk. Oron had dropped one of his crystals that he had found on one of his recent trips. The crystal was a blue one, to be exact, and he would use it to construct a lightsaber. One of the officers saw the drunk man confront Oron and watched eagerly, waiting to see Oron's reaction to the crystal. The cop knew exactly what it was, Jedi were known to have those types of colors for their lightsabers. Finally, the cop got up and stood between the two men.

"Excuse me sir, I am going to ask you to step outside." said the cop to Oron, putting his hand over his blaster. Oron stepped back towards the back door, stepping back slowly. He didn't want things to get messy, but would do anything to protect himself.

[MikDaTv]

Not, now. I'm so close. Jor thought as the issue brewed behind him. Things didn't look good. The guy had made the mistake of looking suspicious in a world where finding and turning in a Jedi will earn you a dress uniform dripping with medals.

Jor felt the cops hand drop to his blaster and Oron move away. Oh this isn't good. Jor thought. He put a hand on the Sheriffs shoulder and squeezed. "i'll meet you at your precinct Sheriff."

Jor stepped back and his hand came up, sliding into his trench coat. His hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword.

[bruinfamer]

Oron looked at the cop, whose fellow cops began to follow suit. They were slowly making their way to Oron. Oron glanced at them all, quickly. "You will not arrest me, you will not bring me to the prison, you will enjoy your drinks tonight." he said, using Mind Trick.

The cop looked at him with a white look and shook his head back into reality. "Nice try Jedi." the cop said, drawing his weapon at Oron and the others following suit. Oron summoned his lightsaber from his belt and also summoned the crystal from the drunk mans hand. He ignited the blue blade and got into a defensive stance, the crowd starting to get riled up. "I ask you once again, go back to your drinks..."

[MikDaTv]

Jor sword came out from it's sheath with the familiar sing of metal sliding against leather. The blade came up, slicing one of the policemen's gun hand off.

Suddenly under attack, the one next to the now injured cop tried to turn his gun on the new threat but Jor grabbed the weapon with his free hand, pointed it at yet a third cop and pulled on the trigger finger holding it, causing the weapon to discharge.

Jor's elbow came up into the gun firing cop's face, knocking his nose out of alignment with a snap. He let go of the pistol, allowing Jor to engage the safety and throw it towards the bar.

In less then a 3 seconds, one cop had lost a hand, another had been shot and a third was on the floor with a broken nose. "Jedi, i really don't think these guys give a crap about what you ask."

[bruinfamer]

Oron watched as a man emerged and did work to the cops. He smiled in amazement and after the man was finished, turned to face him. "Suppose you were right. Time to leave I suppose." Oron casually walked out of the bar and into the streets where crowds were beginning to gather to see what all the comotion was. Sirens could be heard in the distance, getting closer and closer. "Shit...hey buddy, do you got any places where I can hide? I am an offworlder if you haven't noticed."