An Inn, In, An In.

[La'kuus Quelin]

@Olen Teff​

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Tirahnn - Local Inn -> Mini-Bar​

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It never seemed to daze people, how much a single person could consume so much beverage of the mind-weakening type in such a small amount of time. That's what times in this galaxy may do to people, the work, the politics, war, battles. Nothing truly could feel safe if you've experienced the hardships like that, not unless a miracle where to appear. Such as booze.​

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Just off from a small break of guarding the local bar, a musky place with several bad habits running in and out, slapping each other silly, young woman Le'kuus took it upon herself to relax in a more suitable area, one where you weren't asked for "favors" by drunken ladies and men every few minutes. Better yet, the bar she was going to wasn't really a bar at all, more like a counter filled with business men meeting after long trips of the holonet. ​

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The tap today wasn't anything special, probably something less decent than you could find in someone's broken down kitchen. She ordered it anyway, something to occupy her rather than the cushioning on the red bar stools. Her sight was different than those of the properly dressed men and women around the inn's first floor. She wore her hair down to her bottom, a long luminous white loose against the leather she wore as basic armor for one of her jobs. Both seats around her were open, as the mini-bar area wasn't at all filled. She was quietly at peace, sipping her drink, or occasionally poking at a small piece of neck-wear. ​

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

 

[Olan Teff]

OLAN

A slight huff escaped the blond haired man as he moved into the bar-if you could call it that. Doubt anyone could call it anything other than a duck pond with all its high and mighty mallards, dressed to the beak in fancy duds, choking the 'bar' of all space. Hell, it probably was so stuffy in there, you would wonder of you were in a dusty old attic or at a social hub.

In stark contrast, Olan looked like a roughed up bluejay in comparison to these high society types. Snapping his blue coat several times of dust he strode forward into the pack. Running one leather gloved have over his wild hair, while his other hand tilted the Vibrosword in its scabbard so it wouldn't scrape the ground or smack anyone on his route to the nearest barstool. Taking a seat with a small thump.

Immediately he tapped the bar a few times for the tenders attention, a broad smile going ear to ear across the man's face. To say the least, the young man probably attracted quite...a bit of odd looks from the customers.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

For a few moments there was peace in the air, at least five feet away from her there was no sound and nothing really bothering her. A small buzz finally clicked from the drinks, giving that famous sensation that has everyone crawling in their wallets for more of. Honestly, if you want credits just open a drink station.

As all things must end, so did the peace of quietness when the handsome man came to sit down. A small flicker of stress rose over La'kuss' mind, though she didn't show it very well. She turned her head after a moment of consideration, eyeing the man before her. Not one of the locals, that could for sure be sure, unless it was some strange hermit...

She gave herself a mental slap for thinking like that, considering the way she was dressed, she was in no position to judge others. To forgive herself, she pushes herself into making conversation. Equal up all the bad deeds she just did by trying to make someone happy. "You're not from around here." Damn it.

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

The young man turned his head to look at the voice which originated from a fine woman, obviously-much like he-not from these parts...of the galactic woods.

"Why, yes, and if I looked anything like...our..."- He spares a glance at the other patrons of the establishment-"...compatriots here, I may just have to set my whole wardrobe on fire. So, yes. I'm not from around here." A bright tone accompanied the man's bellowing voice. And a just as bright smile shone with it.

If it was quiet, he filled that void gleefully with how well his voice carried. Probably unsettling some of the customers. Tapping the bar still in hopes he may get a drink, though he kept his eyes on the woman. He was at least gentlemenly enough not to bring his eyes below her chin after the first glance over. "Don't look much like a local yourself. On business here?" Blue and brown eyes seeming to twinkling with only the purest of joy at this moment. Like a man who just got a big paycheck...which might just be the case.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

The woman had a small look of almost, an offended tone on her face for just a slit second, then returned the usual bored face she wore most of the time. For any happiness that he might to causing to the others, it didn't really effect her, for whatever reason, or maybe she's already completely happy. Who would know that?

She clasped her hands gently around the small wooden mug she was given, supposed to look like a more finer drink for the business people around the area. "No, I live here. This is just the outfit I wear for work." After a tiny pause, she flickered her eyes over the man in question to get a better sight of him. "Star-walkers always have tales of their adventures." She suggested as a motive to keep conversation going, and, perhaps, to get a new story into her book of collections.

 

[Olan Teff]

Olan doesn't look anything but cheery. Even with that dour mood setting in to the poor lass. Which he does notice, at least, he thinks he does, toning down his natural bombacity to the more human levels-he nods his head.

"Heh, stories. Generally, when most tell them-their tall tales. Always something not quite believable about them." Finally he got the tenders attention with his incessant tapping. "One for me and one for the lady." With a nod of his head. Then looks back to La. "I grew up on them. Always fancied the more down to earth ones."

Shifting the stool slightly so he was more of facing her than the bar he continued. "Not too long ago I got to go to a planet made up of mostly only lava. The density of how many volcanoes it had on its surface was mind numbing. Was there to drop off some passengers. I asked myself why would anyone want to live here..."

Taking a moment as his drink arrived he took a sip of whatever dank concoction it was that was on tap. Savoring the taste a little bit before swallowing. "...I did not understand until I was down on the ground. It was beautiful. The lava churned like how a native sea would. Its warmth grasped and held you like a loved one. And the people whom called that place home were some of the toughest folk I've ever met. One of the rituals for new people there on arrival is to wrestle with a native until one or the other tires out. No matter the outcome, your welcome afterward."

Taking another sip he looked at the cup in his hand. "I grew up on a planet which was all darkness on one side, and light on the other. With a moon to always be staring at us in that dark rear quarters we called home. Seeing something like that was a shock for me. Never expected it. Knew it was possible. Just never expected to go there...anyway."

Taking a breath in, he continued. "I passed through my rite of passage, certainly could not beat this Besalisk who lived there, but did my best. Got to see their home, small town, mostly a droid repair depot with servicemen's families inhabiting it. But even with its small size, it had its wannabe big fish. Talking up storms and picking fights. It took less than an two hours for my trip, which started off as probably the most memorable planets I been on-to turn into a fist fight..."

Shaking his head slowly he chuckled. "It did not end up well for me or them. Got arrested by the local...couldn't even call him a guard. Was more like a sheriff of some type. Was gonna be spending a hefty internment there, only ended up spending a evening. The 'Sheriff' wasn't the best about checking all my pockets. Blew my way out, cut half the creds from my payout and left them for the guy, ain't gonna break something and jet-when these are honest people. Got to my ship and high tailed it out of the system."

Chuckling again he shook his head. "Guess the positive thing about getting arrested, is those bad mouthing punks got their attitudes adjusted, and got stuck in isolation for a while...still would've loved to see more of that planet though."

Raising a hand to scratch at his jaw he stopped talking for a little bit. "Never realized how anti-climatic and rather...dull that story was until I finally said it. No wonder those old guys told those tall tales."

Smiling warmly he added at the end. "And also, you certainly make work clothes look good."

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

As the story was told, detail from detail, the only hint of excitement was a tiny sparkle in the woman's eyes when it seemed to involve some type of fight-related bit, other than that, her face remained looking as bored as ever. It wouldn't be surprising if that got her into a lot of fights, looking like that when someone's trying to be a tough act on you.

She finally took another sip from her mug and put it to the side of the counter next to the other the kind story-telling man just got for her. She was expecting to have to pay for it, as some of the other star-walkers liked to leave her to do. Noting his story, she didn't feel like she could be considered an honest type by just her looks and willingness to listen to stories.

"I once burned my hand on a piece of melting metal if that has any touch to your story." She spoke with as much as a silly-sarcastic tone as she could, but it can't be all that showy with someone who doesn't giggle at their own joke.

"I think I met another star-walker who visited a hot planet once. They said it was like lava, hot white lava whenever you stepped into it. I didn't know what to believe. I don't think I can imagine somewhere different than this planet without a good set of vocal cords that you seem to possess."

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

He seemed the type to slay his debts, at least from what his story lead on. Catching a little bit of that hint of excitement when she heard of the fight with the punks. Grinning still as he pulled out a cred-slip and moved it towards the tender. "Keep a tab open on me. She's on it, and so am I." Then looked back to her. "That had to hurt by the way. That burn." Smiling still as he nodded his head.

"Take it you've never been off planet? Someplace I think you may like is Nar Shadda. If you don't have issue with the Hutts that is. Bright lights. City scape everywhere...and best of all-dueling pits."

Grinning ear to ear. "Got into a rough spot with some Imperials when they nearly shot down my ship, managed to limp it to Nar Shadda so I could earn some hard cash while laying low. Probably the hardest fight I had was against a Twi'lek gal. Used this weird whip-chain thing. Stole my sword right out of my hands. Barely made it through that fight. Three matches was more than enough to win me what I needed to get my bird back in shape. The rest was spent on booze."

Shaking his head a little, whistling softly. "I swear, some of the fighters I saw in the upper pits being spied on by gangleaders...were a sight to behold."

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

If there was ever a time to shiver in excitement, Le'kuus was sure it was now, though her body once again betrayed her thoughts. The thought of actually getting paid credits to fight people, be it with gloves, whips, or even more violent objects was something to be excited about if you've lived the right life in the right way, and more often than usual, prefer a more balanced fight.

"The worst fight I've been in here was probably a gang who set themselves on fire so they could burn their opponents. I don't think they were mentally stable, but it still hurt a little bit for the few minutes they could scream loud enough." She was referring to the sounds they made, not the fight itself. Attitude like that.

"I'm Le'kuus, I think you've learned my name by now, be those stories true or false. I enjoyed them."

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

"Olan Teff. Pleasure to meet you Lady La'kuuse." Reaches out a hand to shake and chuckles. Becoming somewhat formal with his response before going back to his usual cheer. "Well, I hope to prove at least one right...maybe." Switching subjects a moment."They...set themselves on fire? Shouldn't they be setting others on fire?"

Laughing gently."I could see some old guru or teacher siting down somewhere saying 'we purposefully trained them wrong, as a joke'". Taking on a sort of old man voice, then reverting.

"Depending on what job I pick up here before I move off planet, I could see about taking you with me if I got enough space. If it's just hauling cargo, won't be a bother. Personnel is a different issue." Switching the subject back. Making a blunt offer. No malice apparant.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

The lady was quick with the handshake, not really a formal touch in her ways of living, though for the duration that she allowed the handshake, a small perhaps surprising strength may have been felt, something that could crack a few rocks if they weren't careful. Turning her attention to the mug and it's liquids, she took a small sip and listened to the man in question, pondering on the idea.

"I've just now made a rule that I won't take any offers for people who I've seen consume intoxicating beverages. However, I can give you a way to contact me once you're off the buzz, if any." Giving a honest try-hard polite smile, she looked to the man's eyes.

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

He most definitely would take note of that strength in the womans grip, filing it quickly away into his mind to not let her get a chance to choke him at any given time. He may need a new neck. Though, wouldn't need to worry that much, since he might be dead by that point. Olans own shake was more light, but firm, not trying to crush her hand, nor do a floppsy handshake which equated to the moral fiber of most.

Noting her actions closely he leaned a little back in his stool as he took another swig of his own drink. Nearly finished with this one now. "That sounds like...for lack of better words, a sound way to handle dealings." Words not slurred yet, but his cheeks were turning a little red as he took another swig. "Since most speak and don't mean what they say on a good day, let alone when imbibing liquid toxin."

Nodding his head. "So just giving me a way to contact you would be best. Even though my mind won't change in the morn, it certainly is a little more fuzzy than it usually is." Chuckling gently. "This has also been one of the longest conversations I've had...in atleast four months." Remarking that out loud, like a internal though gone awry and deposited itself into the air.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

Le'kuus would have to do thinking later on how honest the man seemed in her mind, but for the sake of not judging a person by first few minutes of contact, she refused to dwell on the subject for now. Honestly, her mind was drifting onto more serious matters. What am I going to have for dinner tonight...?

After the few words of wisdom, Le'kuus broke her silence by holding out a comlink in a circle-chromed shape, fitted somewhere in one of her leg pockets. "Do you have one of the models where you can trade information by clicking them and confirming?" She asked as she prepared her comlink for the contact exchange.

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

Olan is too stuck in his drink for a few moments as he finished off the last bit and tapped the bar again with his hand. "Another, please." Smiling broadly. Then turned to look at La. Reaching his hand into his jacket, she can see a plethora of different cases and pockets on the inside, aswell a holster with a blaster in it. Pretty well hidden, but he didin't really care if she saw it in his current state, as he opened up his jacket like a wing. Searching quickly he found a circular silver disk, the CComm logo bright on the shining edge. Holding it up and out to her as he closed up his jacket.

"Think it still works..." Tapping it twice, it blasted into life. A small holo circle with options popped up, and with another tap it fell back into the center of the device. Holding it out for her to tap her own comm to it.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

The connections were easily traded, as could be expected from this age and technology. She double checked the contact before sliding it into her pocket, from there taking another tiny sip from her drink, the same one she had since the man got there, and the same one she already paid for long ago. "I'll be sure to talk to you later once I cleared my head. It was nice to meet you. I bid you a farewell."

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

Taking the commcircle back he nodded his head. "And I will be sure-" Tapping the silver edge to get the holo back up, he checked to see if everything paired properly and that he left himself a message about this. With an alarm of all things. "-to contact you once I have some things in order. And the booze has worn off." A playful tone escaping into his voice once again as he chuckled. Shifting gently to look at the tender as his newest drink just arrived. Even though La looks to be leaving, he won't be for a little bit.

Later on when he clears his tab and pays, he realizes that she didn't get a single drink or anything on him. A laugh escaped the spacers lips full force, with a added bit of drunken snorts every so often as he tried to catch his breath.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

La'kuus had longed left the bar scene, back to her job of whatever it was that she did today, and to her home for rest.

Mornings rolling around in this planet usually meant sunlight hitting you with surprise if you leave your blinds open, making for an awkward wake-up call if you're not properly dressed, or if your hair is coiled around your neck. Preparations to the day were made, starting with a single shirt and a pair of underpants. From there, La'kuus sat down and brushed against her hair, contacting the contact left for her in the bar the other day. Olan.

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

The young man slowly awoke to the loud beeping of his comm signalling an incoming holo message. Bleary red eyes looked about the cockpit of the Avalon, slowly his eyes came to rest on his blue jacket draped over one of the four command chairs. Yanking it off the seat he knocked a empty bottle of what was once a container for alcohol. Taking out the silver comm he opened up the communication. The face of a Sullustan appeared on screen. "Egh-ba-doo'uh Orran. Ve'nak-ti?" Its jowls flapping in the holo display as it spoke. A black and green shipping company suit displayed bright livery. Olan just chuckled in his semi-hungover state.

Its still dark out...

He thought inside the confines of his slightly throbbing brain. "Yep, I will prep the ship for the clients. Call you back later." And shut the link down before he got a response. Grumbling a little he set to work on his ship...


~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HOURS LATER: SUNRISE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


La would find she had gotten a recorded message sent to her by Olan through the early hours of the morning. Leaving his ships bay number and the local spaceports address-like she wouldn't already know where it was!

"Hello again, La'kuus. If you are still up for getting off world, I got space. Bay twenty-nine, tango. Aile sector. Or however its pronounced. Will be heading out late evening, so anytime before then is good to arrive." His voice wasn't as cheery as the night before, but he still was happy from what she could tell.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BAY:29T - Spaceport (Whenever she arrives) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Whatever time La decided to show up at the bay-if at all!-she would find that it was housing a older looking YT-2660, bright red and white highlights ran along its length. Both side boarding ramps and rear cargo bays were opened up to help the workers who filed in and out of the ship holding boxes of different colors, shapes and size. There had to be about a dozen workers in total. Something else that filled the busy bay was the purveying sound of music, echoing out from the ship into the crowded and busy port. It certainly wasn't something you would expect from the owner of the ship, whom was walking alongside a Sullustan male whom was quickly speaking to him about something, the gyrations of his hands certainly made it seem like something important. Olan on the other hand looked calm, for the most part, except the fact he kept clenching and unclenching his gloved hands. Over the dull of people, droids refueling the ship, the workers, it was hard to make out what they two were speaking about.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

La'kuss wasn't expecting everything to happen so early! Sure, she usually woke up early every day to work-out for however long she wanted, but before the afternoon? Now that was just asking too much. Despite all the mental complaints Kuss worked inside her bubbling mind, she managed to brush her hair and pull it into a few compact tails, fit to be a Twi'lek's if anything. Well enough two hours before the afternoon, La'kuss arrived at the proper port with a seriously unamused face, boredom following trail as she looked up to the ship. After all the time hearing the sky-walkers tails from all over the bars of this world, this ship was a little disappointing.

Keeping to herself for a while, the young white-haired woman sat on a random droid that looked to be broken down from generations of use and tear. She wore her outfit simple, a pair of tough black boots with her black yoga pants tucked underneath, and an oversized black t-shirt with an equally oversized sweater to cover over it, hiding her arms finely, while her overly giant muscles of legs showed themselves freely to any rubberneckers.

Finally catching sight to the man who invited her in the first place, La kept a bored expression in his direction. Though she couldn't exactly see too well what he was trying to pop out of that weird fruit surrounding his hand - oh, that's a glove. Standing up and drawing closer, La'kuus took a tiny moment to lift her hand in introduction.