Aftermath: Not The Book (GA)

[Spark Finn]

[member="Rook"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

She remained quiet as Coren spoke but cracked a grin at his twi'lek comment. "Keep your pants on, Rook, until we pick her up." She offered the burly man a wink and hiccuped. #whoops #LOLOL

Sandy-brows shot-up at the newcomer. The most built waiter ever. #hotreallyawaiter. She coughed into her hand and took the shot glass of Whyrens. "Hey, hey. Gentlemen and women. Lads and lady. Woman?" She sipped the liquid in the shot glass. and looked from Coren to the Mandalorian?

"You two know each other? Don't get jealous, Rook."

 

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"I'm always jealous. It's in my nature." Rook grunted, lofting a brow as a shot glass was slid his way. "Rapture? Ah, that. That was when the Dreadguard disbanded. Twenty-three of us went to fight that force god...thing. I don't know who survived." He shrugged. Rook wasn't the type to turn down a free drink. With a thankful nod, the soldier downed the liquid, lips pursed as he set the glass down on the table. That certainly wasn't anything like his usual -- not that he was complaining. "She's long gone Coren. Dunno where," he shrugged, "She certainly wouldn't be out here though."

He leaned back in his chair and settled his gaze on the Mando man. He'd dealt with his fair share of Mandalorians in his time. Killed a few of them, too. Not all of the clans had stuck true to the alliance with the Republic -- far from it.

Still, the guy was handing out drinks. Rook couldn't dislike him just for what he was.

"What's your name bud?"

[member="Spark Finn"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Right, the Rapture. Since then, Coren has been in charge of his own destiny and mind. He knew what was going on, where he was going and what he was doing. The former Imperial had declared war on the Sith and any false claims to throne. But Coren was much like Pellaeon, an ancient leader within the Empire. He knew what needed to happen and would make the hard call to allow for the Empire to survive. Sure, he was a Commander, an advisor to the Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance, and had no way, or desire to turn this government into any form of Empire until well after the Sith were wiped from the galaxy.

“A lot changed during the Rapture.” He nodded, staring at a drink. That was right when the man came over and Spark stuttered to look at him. The Corellian shrugged as he turned to the new arrival.

Now that was definitely a face he hadn’t seen in a while. And someone lecturing him on Whyren’s. Coren took the glass and raised it. “Rook, Spark, this is Ijaat.” Spark may have seen him once or twice in the Underground, he wasn’t so sure on Rook’s pedigree though. The commander nodded to a spot near them.

“Join us?”

[member="Ijaat Akun"]
[member="Rook"]
[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

[member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Rook"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Ijaat turned to Coren and gave the man a jaunty two finger salute from his brow almost like a boy-scout from Earth, and holding a hand out at the metal legged chair next to him, smiled as the thing scooted across the floor into his grip, which he promptly spun around and left backwards as he took [member="Spark Finn"] by the hand and bowed low from the waist, kissing the back of her hand.

"A thousand apologies for insulting such a radiance as yours, cyar'ika ... I blame my rough and tumble Mandalorian upbringing on my lack of manners"

With that, the man straightened and sat in the chair, leaning forward against the back, bottle in one hand, glass in the other, sipping slowly.

"Coren here made my ship for me... She ain't very pretty, but she's mine and does what she needs to... I owe him for that... Figured i'd see what this whole Alliance buzz was all about... And play the grizzled war veteran and bag me a cute little doe-eyed thing for the night if i'm lucky"

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Rook"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]

Blue-eyes widened as her personal bubble-space was promptly invaded. #smoothmanwassmooth Lips parted and mouth dropped slightly. This was way beyond the blond's normal social interaction expertise. Radiance?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

"Underground. And ship building? Oh. I get it now. I think I have seen you before, Ijaat. And here I thought I was the only one tha got your ship-building talents, Core," she gave Coren a playful nudge in the side. "Your jealousy is catching, Rook."

She grinned. And suddenly she had to pee. #toomuchdrinking #perfecttimingwithbrotalkcommencing

Sliding off the stool, she suddenly felt a lot lighter than gravity. The room spun. With a surprised snort, her gangly-limbed body swayed toward the ground.

 

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Oh, shab.

Rook didn't know how Coren took to jealousy. He knew how he would have reacted. Ijaat would have received a fist to the face, repeatedly. That was just how things worked back on Lorrd. If someone did something you didn't like, you didn't talk, you beat the ever-living-osik out of them. A bit archaic in the eyes of some, yes, but it was most definitely effective. Of course, Coren was not Rook, and he did not share the soldier's...ferocity. The former Dreadguard really had no love for social nuances. Breaking things just worked too well.

"Oh, Starchaser, you're just going to let him do that?" He asked with some rather heavy suggestion in his tone. Rook didn't much care who or what flirted with Spark -- regular folks shagged on an almost daily basis, as Rook had learned. There was no reason to get jealous when everyone was whoring themselves out -- or perhaps that was just Zeltros. Eh, whatever. Either way, Rook wanted some entertainment. The easiest way to do that? Firing up the commander; perhaps making Starchaser do something stupid. Gods forbid Rook was the one who made a fool of himself."Thanks for the drinks bud." He added shortly, nodding in Ijaat's direction.

He gave a loud snort as Spark went off to her death. She would probably drown in a toilet bowl in the next building. Folks always met with the oddest ends when they went out for a night of fun. "You know, the old Dreadguard never let anybody put their mitts on their women. Call me old fashioned, but flirtation with my females usually ends in a homicide." he leaned back in his chair, sipping his bluesky contently. "Not that I ever have anything to do with it. The suitors, they just...fall on sharp objects, occasionally. Sometimes their blasters malfunctions. It's all a big mystery really."

[member="Spark Finn"], [member="Ijaat Akun"], [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Mandos and Coren had such a… bizarre relationship. Some were fine, but others kept a Sith within their ranks, and that would always cause him to attack, or storm off. The tribes weren’t worth the headache of having to play nice with a Sith and he’d let the Sanctum know that at one point in the past. But as far as Mandos went, Ijaat was something else. A good guy, really, and a welcome waystation. To be honest, the Corellian didn’t think anything of the Mando’s gesture to his girl… and that may be the first time Coren said as such in his thread.

Huh.

“He needed a house, it just so happened he wanted to be on the move. Yours was something else.” A gift, and a way of courting, he supposed. He tossed Spark a wink as she got herself up for the bathroom. She’d be back.

Maybe after her LOA.

“Nah, Ijaat’s a friend, for now.” He tossed a look from Rook to Akun and gave the latter man a smirk and shook his head. “Depending how he pushes his luck. Anyway, Akun…” Coren took a sip of his drink. “What brings you out to Sullust?”

[member="Rook"]
[member="Spark Finn"]
[member="Ijaat Akun"]

 

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[member="Rook"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Spark Finn"]

Grinning lazily, he leaned back at his ease then rocked the chair forward, winking to Rook. Without sizing him up, he decided he'd let the intoxicated slights pass. A fight between him and this one would be... nasty... to say the least. And that was not what he was here for right now. Instead, he took a swig of the whiskey, rolling it around his mouth for a moment to taste it before he finally spoke, nodding to Coren first, as if to address him, and indeed his words were meant for the fly-boy.

"Looking for work. You lot were offering pretty good pay, and nothing too demanding. I was feeling old age and rust creep up from sitting on Mandalore making boomsticks and brain-buckets, so I drug my shebs out here to sign up and pop some Sith. So far i'm just sitting and working in an armory repairing faulty weapons and armor and not doing much of anything else really.

As for the Dreadguard... I've seen elite units come and go. What matters isn't what you say you'd do, it matters what you actually do. Bravado is great, but it matters little when things go down range. Luckily, I have a high opinion of you lot, so don't disillusion me of that, boy. I may be older, but I'd still make you remember the day you tried me"

 

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"We kicked the Sith's shebs while the Mandos sat on theirs." Rook stated bluntly. He stared up at [member="Ijaat Akun"] with what might have been a bit of challenge. It was quite possible Rook's intoxication was having a bit of influence over his words and attitude. One could truly only guess. "But we're all dead, so I guess it doesn't matter much." He threw in there at the end, draining what remained of the Bluesky in front of him.

Seemed Coren knew this guy well enough anyway. It wasn't really Rook's place to go judging strangers, nor was it to pick fights with folks. They'd just won a major victory, it was time to celebrate rather than jump down one another's throats. He was still learning to play nice with the rest of the Tyrene's crew. Sharing bunks with certain folks did not always amount to the best time.

"So, eh, Starboy. What's next on the agenda? Throw a party?"

[member="Ijaat Akun"], [member="Coren Starchaser"]