A Day in Coruscant

[Captain Falcor]

"Wait... What year is it?" he asked after a moment.

He glanced at the person he had seen looking at them.

[member="Lena Abren-Rendix"] [member="Slate Estrada"]

 

[Lena Abren-Rendix]

"837 ABY" Lena said, then took another glance at the person.

[member="Captain Falcor"]|[member="Slate Estrada"]

 

[Captain Falcor]

"837?! I went into stasis almost nine hundred years ago?!" he shouted. Compleatly taken aback, it was planned for him to be in stasis for a week, not nine hundred years!

[member="Lena Abren-Rendix"]
[member="Slate Estrada"]

 

[Slate Estrada]

The two people talking had starting to glance over at Slate. Quickly, he turned back to his drink to try and avoid suspicion, but in doing so looked more suspicious. "Kark..." Slate cursed under his breath, hopefully the two wouldn't think much of him, apart from another lonely drunk. Not daring to spare a glance in the Mandalorian's direction, Slate just continued to gulp down his drink...

[member="Lena Abren-Rendix"][member="Captain Falcor"]

 

[Lena Abren-Rendix]

"It seems so" Lena said, and saw that the person went to drinking.

'Suspicious' She thought.

[member="Captain Falcor"]|[member="Slate Estrada"]

 

[Hytiix]

hunched over at the bar, a Gand dressed in a old tan trench coat that draped loosely over his darker brown chitin exoskeleton turned and looked over towards the first pair, [member="Lena Abren-Rendix"] and [member="Captain Falcor"] once he heard the Captains surprised expression. The large round pair of yellow compound insect eyes watched the pair with ease, even in the bar's slightly low lit condition. The oddest thing about this Gand when compared to the majority seen once in a while about the galaxy, was that it wore no respirator mask and seemed to survive easily without it. Despite this, a mask did hang loosely around his neck. Hytiix did his best to form his circular mouth into a small friendly smile of sorts and raised his drink casually towards them if they had happen to look his way.

 

[Lena Abren-Rendix]

Lena glanced over and saw [member="Hytiix Mizgar"], she raised her cup too.

'A Gand without a respirator, interesting' Lena thought.

 

[Hytiix]

[member="Lena Abren-Rendix"]

Hytiix would turn back around facing forwards from his position at the bar once again as he maneuvers the straw that sat in his glass into his mouth and drinks some of the bitter liquid. It had been an uneventful last few weeks. Despite Hytiix watching a few interesting individuals, The Gand enjoyed watching others that belong to different species and take note on how they do things, he had been looking about for a form of employment with no luck as of yet.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

A tall man in Atin Aruetii Beskar'gam walked in, Standing 6'5ft in height and was carrying his Helmet under his left arm. Armed with a Heavy Blaster Pistol Holstered in his belt and a Very odd Rifle Slung across his back. The Rifle looked unlike any other weapon and would be considered experimental or custom to most. The Mans face was scarred heavily and his gaze was grim, his stance was of a warriors and Hunters. Seating himself in a corner the waiter said to him " Can you please disarm your self Sir? Theres no weapons allowed in here!" The man placed a credit chip down and pushed it toward her. The Waiter looked down, her eyes big and snagged it quick and smirked. Ordering a Drink the Waiter went off to fetch it and the Man leaned back in his chair having some shadows cover his face. Through the Shadows Shiro eyed everyone in the establishment, He was on the job.

[member="Hytiix Mizgar"]
[member="Lena Abren-Rendix"]
[member="Slate Estrada"]
[member="Captain Falcor"]

 

[Lena Abren-Rendix]

Lena noticed a waitress say something about someone disarming themselves. She saw a person in an armor that seemed Mandalorian but was odd, and had a weird rifle.

"Excuse me for a moment" She said to [member="Captain Falcor"]. She then approached [member="Shiro De'Vol"]

"Interesting armor, and rifle you got there." She said.

 

[Slate Estrada]

When the bounty hunter left, Slate turned to the man she was talking to previously, [member="Captain Falcor"]. "You shouldn't get involved with people like her." He said calmly, "Bounty hunters are just scum who kill for money...". After he informed the man of this, the ex-soldier turned back to his drink and took another gulp.

Sneaking a look backwards, Slate noticed who the bounty hunter had run off to. Another armour clad mandalorian had entered the bar, this one wasn't making any effort to hide his weapons. Whoever he was, whatever his backstory was, Slate could almost tell instantly that this man was like the others. Just another stone cold killer.

[member="Captain Falcor"]
[member="Lena Abren-Rendix"]
[member="Shiro De'Vol"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Leaning forward from the shadows Shiro gave [member="Lena Abren-Rendix"] a nod followed by a stare that explained Go away. In truth Shiro was more Interesting in the man the other Mando was talking to. He looked odd and worth some credits, Placing his Helmet on Shiro started scanning the room and watched the HUD do its work silently. From the outside it looked like Shiro just put a helmet on and that was it though. Over hearing very little of what another man [member="Slate Estrada"] said to [member="Captain Falcor"] the older looking man in the Mandalorians opinon.

Giving them a cold glare under his helmet Shiro leaned back in the shadows and put one Boot on the table, Like he owned the place. Looking at [member="Lena Abren-Rendix"] again he said " Go...Away." in a rather Harsh tone.

[member="Hytiix Mizgar"]

 

[Switch]

Instinctively bringing a hand up, Switch checked her face for her goggles as she crossed the threshold. Through their orange tint, she identified the best route to the bar.

Keeping an eye to the floor, she avoided eye-contact until she found a stool, knocking on the dull surface to summon the bartender.

"Whiskey... something dark..."

Short on manners, but it's been a crap day...

 

[Hytiix]

The Findsman looks over at [member="Switch"] from hid position at the bar and nods. The Gand's silver and gold compound eyes focused on the woman for a moment before asking. "How is your day miss?"

Mytiix's drink rested firmly in one of his hands.

 

[Switch]

"How is your day, miss?"

Gaze snapping up towards the voice, the woman's attention was drawn to the insect-like stranger who addressed her.

Switch had never met a Gand, before... "I know you?" The words poured from her lips like a reflex. After a beat, she brought her eyes back down to her glass, dragging a fingertip across the rim. "I'm fine" The slicer brought her other hand into her lap, bloodied knuckles stinging her more under scrutiny. Searching the harsh drink for a reflection, she spoke up again.

"Can you even drink that? Don't need a respirator?"


[member="Hytiix Mizgar"]

 

[Hytiix]

Hytiix would give an odd chuckle-like click sound in amusement then nods. "There are two types of Hytiix's kind. This Gand does not require it thankfully." he would tell [member="Switch"] despite the fact that there was indeed a respirator dangling loosely around the front of his neck.

"I do not know much about you humans but, you seem rather not ok." Hytiix would point at the bloody knuckles that the woman had been looking down at. "Those..those Hytiix understands.."

 

[Lena Abren-Rendix]

"Understood" She said to [member="Shiro De'Vol"], then went back towards [member="Captain Falcor"].

 

[Switch]

Draining her glass, Switch couldn't help but grin. "Well, I guess I'm not... Getting there, though." For emphasis, the woman waved for a refill.

That's right, that's they way to go. The last time was a long time ago, and cheap substitutes weren't cutting it lately. A distraction!

"S-so... what brings a Gand to a place like this?"

Stars and planets, that was lame...

[member="Hytiix Mizgar"]

 

[Captain Falcor]

"Boy if I know anything its that bounty hunters are scum." he told [member="Slate Estrada"] with a chuckle.

As [member="Lena Abren-Rendix"] walked back to the table he looked at her amused, "Meeting didn't go well?"

He took a sip of his tea and watched [member="Switch"], who had just walked in talk to the gand.

 

[Slate Estrada]

"Rejected..." Slate laughed as he saw the bounty hunter return to her previous position next to the uniformed man. From the look of the other mandalorian, he didnt come to the bar for social purposes, Slate guessed he was here to find bounties. Why else would a fully armoured man enter a bar and reject the first person willing to socialise with him?

[member="Captain Falcor"]
[member="Lena Abren-Rendix"]
[member="Shiro De'Vol"]