A lay over and a Mandalorian (Isabet Kote)

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Isabet Kote"]

CONCORD DAWN
STARPORT
LOCAL CANTINA

Talon normally stayed out of Mandalorian space but this time he was on his way back to Coruscant and needed to stop for provisions.

He walked into the local cantina and sat at the bar.

"Water" he said as he looked at the bartender. "Don't look at me like that."

He was not dressed as a Jedi or anything special. He was wearing simple black trousers and a grey sleevless shirt. His black boots were not his usual but he was trying to blend in.

He looked aroind the bar he wanted to sit and pass the time with someone but who?

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet cracked her fingers as she walked into the bar. A fresh new start on a very important planet. Her eyes scanned the room as she made her way in, the fresh beskar'gam shone in the dim light. It hadn't yet received any battle scars but she had only just started, there would be plenty to come. She wasn't at all nervous, an air of confidence hung around her as she lowered her weight into a seat at the bar. "Ne'tra gal." Her fingers tapped against the polished wood, gaining the attention of the bartender. To her left sat some potential company, though she wasn't entirely sure if he belonged here...

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[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Isabet Kote"]

He didn't exactly fit in that was sure but then they had a few other spacers there as well. Most people did stop in Keldabe these days but he had not be the favorite of a particularlly large Mandalorian once upon a time.

He looked over as a Mandalorian woman in clean armor sauntered up and took a stool beside him. He couldn't see her face through the womans buy'ce but the voice, shape and the bumps in the righy places on the armor told him that mando was a she.

He had just become single and decided no harm in a little talk, even if she was a Mando.

"Nice beskar'gam." He said looking for an ice breaker.

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet closed her eyes behind the iconic t-shaped visor. Conversation was beyond her at the minute but she'd entertain him at least. A gloved hand fumbled with the magnetic clips holding her buy'ce in place. A moment or two later long, blonde hair tumbled down the back of her beskar'gam. She craned her head to get a proper look at him, narrowing her eyes as she adjusted to the barely lit room. "Vor'e." She wasn't sure of what else she could say as her fingers wrapped around the cool mug of sweet alcohol. "Nice...shirt?" She lifted the rim of her mug to her lips, taking a large, silent sip.

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[Talon Vosra]

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He watched as she pulled off her helmet. His emerald eyes watched as the blond hair fell down the back of her beskar'gam. She was beautiful. That was a surprise, a nice surprise, but a surprise none the less. He smiled as she turned her head to look at him. This was going to be a test of either his resolve or his desperation for a conversation and he wasn't sure which of the two was stronger. The warm air of the bar smelled of alcohol and he was temped to see just what would happen if he drank some but he'd have to use real courage and not the liquid stuff this time. He smiled again as she said thanks and wrapped her fingers around the mug.

He let out a small chuckle as she commented on his shirt. She was either funny in under that armor or too tough to care and he had time to kill. he watched as she brought the mug to her lips and couldn't help but feel a biit of jelousy. Why the glass got a kiss and not him was more than anyone should be able to guess, but then women and mando's were strange creatures, and she just happened to be both. He thought for a moment and took a sip of his drink. He was just going to have to try and out flank her rather than the direct approach.

"I saw you come in and if I didn't know better," he said getting ready for the mess he was about to get into, "I'd say I have more experience with beskar'gam than you."

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet had finished making her inspection and she turned her head back to face the bar. She rested an elbow on the bar and took another healthy sip of her drink. Why he was talking to her was something else, she wasn't willing to dive that far in. That would involve actual conversation and questions. She licked her lips free of any stray droplets of alcohol, clearing her throat as he spoke. She finished off her drink, leaving the two in silence for a minute or so as the rest of the liquid drained away. She had never fought anyone beside her Father, but he was a brute in his own right. The lack of experience was more then enough to raise her walls of defence.

"I have experience with beskar'gam, just not any experience in it." Isabet was unsure if it was a question or a statement, but she answered it regardless. She paused, wrinkling her nose up a little in confusion. For some strange reason, she found herself compelled to answer him. Was it a manner of defending what little experience she had? She hoped so at least.

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[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Isabet Kote"]

He looked over at her, flashed a grin and rurned back to his drink. She was obviously not interested in talikng and he was obviously not going to charm her, not that he could. He looked again out of the corner of his eye. He had fought Mandalorians for three years before leaving the Sith. He knew which ones were which by now. She was young and untested maybe fresh from field training with her father or mother.

"I think I could have you out of that armor almost as fast as you got in it." He said not looking over.

Why he was picking a fight he had no idea. He was a prisoner until recently maybe he just needed something to do other than sit and wait. If she wouldn't chit chat maybe he could get arpund her gaurd another way.

 

[Isabet Denko]

Inhaling heavily, Isabet turned in her place, pushing the mug a little toward the bartender. He refilled it out of habit, though she was grateful for it. She had been on this planet no more then half an hour and already a fight was immanent. "Are you looking for a bruise or two? Because I'll happily provide you with some if you make another crack like that." She narrowed her eyes toward the stranger opposite her. She could feel her fist curling into a ball, her finger tips pressed firmly into her palm. For now, she resolved to stay where she was sat. He wasn't worth the effort just yet.

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[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Isabet Kote"]

He deserved that really. He was not being hos usual witty mischievous self. He was crossing the line and he knew it. He inhaled and drank the last of his water. He could beat her quickly from here. He could pull hos lightsabers and it would be done quickly. There were few Jedi or Sith he couldn't beat for that matter. However, he deserved a slap after the last comment and his days of killing were more of a regret everyday.

"Look at that!" he said smiling with a kind light in his eyes. "You just said two sentences to me and it didn't even hurt!"

He wasn't done but he wanted to at least show he wasn't out to fight...yet...maybe a little. If she was good.

 

[Isabet Denko]

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she lent forward, pressing her fingertips to her forehead. There was no way this was happening already. She could feel her fuse burning away and his sarcastically kind comment irked her more. Her hand dragged down her face a little, pulling her skin as it caught on her gloved hands. "What do you want with me, hmm?" If it's conversation he wanted then she'd appease him, if it was a fight then she would happily shove his ego where the sun doesn't shine.

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[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Isabet Kote"]

What did he want? He was wondering that himself now. Could it be he had become that creepy guy at the bar! Oh The Force help him! Any bloody thing but that! Sometimes in life you just had to say 'self! Shut up wat your mistake and move on!' He really wished he had started off a little better but hey ya lose some and you....well lose some. He looked at her and shook his head. He had been tortured, burned, stabbed and worse in the last month or two he must have just been looking for anything other than that.

"Sorry..." he began, "I saw a pretty face in nice armor and I just let my mouth outrun my head."

He turned back to the bar. He should have given some thought beforehand but he had a tendency to let his mouth get him in trouble.

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet shrugged, the armour clinking against the wood. Now that he had apologised her aggressive demeanour faded. That was all that mattered after all. She turned her head back toward him and offered a short lived smile. The best smile she could produce anyway. It wasn't necessarily kind, or pretty, or gentle, but it was most certainly a smile. She crunched her shoulders up, struggling to find the right words. Conversation wasn't usually her strong point. "What's your name?"

The question sounded stiff and forced, as did most things Isabet said, but the thought was still there. Or at least she thought it was. As she waited she took the mug up in her hand again, making a start on her second drink. After the long journey home Isabet felt less and less in the mood for company as time drew on. She didn't drink for confidence, but the liquid did perk her up a little. Enough to engage this random stranger in a half decent discussion.

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[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Isabet Kote"]

Talon wrapped his hands around his glass and pushed it toward the barkeep.

"Something strong please." He said as his memories turned to the Graug prison and his mask slipped.

He quickly caught himself and looked over slightly not turning more than a few inches this time. She asked his name? That was nice of her. She likely didn't care anymore than he did for what anyone called him.
."Talon."he said as the barman poured his drink. Alcohol was not much less than poison to a Zelosian but what the hell, right.

"How about you?" He responded "Got a name?"

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet pulled herself up straight on the bar stool. His order for something strong had taken her by surprise a little, she had assumed him to be a Jedi or something. After all, he came to a Mandalorian bar and ordered water. She finished off the rest of her drink and slid it toward the bartender. "Whatever he's having I suppose." It was a regular custom for Isabet to order the same thing as her current company. She found it polite and it seemed to strike up some conversation. "Isabet. But you can call me Isa. Or whatever..."

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[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Isabet Kote"]

"Nice to meet you Isabet." He said as the bartender sat down a clear liquid that smelled like it could clean grease from a hyperdrive. He looked into the stuff.

'Yup walking out is about to get interesting' he thought.

"What brings you to concord dawn, Isabet?"

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet grinned as the drink splashed into her mug. She brought it again to her lips, drinking it down in one go. The sour tasting liquid remained in her mouth for all but a second, before she felt the hot burn in the back of her throat. A second later, the warmth of the alcohol spread to her stomach. A content smile spread across her face as she lent back against the bar. "I'm returning home, from Dxun." The young woman had only recently completed her verd'goten after all. She was a fresh new Mandalorian with no idea as to how the real galaxy would be. But she was ready and it showed in her face.

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[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Isabet Kote"]

Duxn? That used to be Kaine's territory years ago. His time with the Sith still haunted him. His mind rushed back as the recent torture and the still painful flesh of his back felt like he was still strung up by his wrist. He shuddered and took a quick drink of the alcohol.

"I haven't seen Duxn in a long time." He said trying to focus on the burning in his throat. His people didn't normally drink. The alcohol could kill him if he wasn't careful. He shrugged the phantom whip away from his back as he looked over and faked a smile like a pro.

"I guess it wouldn't have changed much though would it?" He said taking another drink. If the Jedi who knew him saw him with strong drink in a Mando bar they would think he was considering suicide, but he just wanted the escape of being a nobody for a while.