H E R O ‘ S
W E L C O M E
Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades
Location: Walking around, guard duty
So he was going to pay for it. Good. It was a first step in paying back for what he'd tried to do. That whole attempting to turn into a civilized person for the moment didn't fool the Sithling for a moment. He could be the Emperor of anything he wanted to be, but he was not her Emperor, which was probably a good thing, since Madalena wasn't above organizing civil wars when the situation demanded it. There was that one time, on… Never-mind, not for now.
The four of them moved inside after some more exchange of words. It was as though the edge was removed from the Knight Obsidian's shoulders almost instantly. Bars were social places, she was a social person. For all intents and purposes, even if she was a stranger to this place, it was not a stranger to her. Almost like being at home, except the floors on her ship were cleaner than this and she didn't have to pretend to use slightly more muscle work to raise her foot after it was almost permanently glued to the floor.
"I sincerely hope that this someone you all once knew wasn't someone that was randomly grabbed like that on the regular," she said with a shrug to the Exarch, "otherwise it makes perfect sense that no one's seen her in at least half a year. I know I wouldn't stick around a place where such behavior is common and accepted and my standards are pretty low."
Seated at the table, Madalena wasted no time in sniffing out the drinks. Noticing alcohol was not part of her blood hound abilities, but the woman knew what she liked. Most of these drinks… Were not.
As Veronika ordered something that would be shared, Madalena realized the exarch's question had gone unanswered. "There is a wonderful appetizer in most places like this, Srina," she grinned from ear to ear as she looked at her table partners, the grabby Emperor included, "it's called Bantha Wings. Not made of bantha. Not entirely sure it's even real meat. But it's one of the best things you'll ever have; it's shaped like wonderfully fried wings and served in a thick sauce of cream and chili. Spicy, sweet, crunchy… Can't ask for much more than that when its taste buds you want to satisfy and aren't just after nutritional fulfillment."
Leaning back in the high chair, another grin came from the woman, and she signaled for the bartender to bring the biggest pile of wings they had.
"Other than that, I think I'll have a tall glass of cream with ice cubes," she said, "not planning on liquor if I might be called back for another guarding round."