Another Thyrsian Drinking Song (Open)

[Draconis Caesar]

Draconis walked with a pep in his step, he was off duty right now, but still he wore his armor as if it were a badge of honor. He and three other Golden Company recruits had just been given the time for some R&R and now sought to make good on it at their favorite drinking bar, that being whatever dive they could find on this back water planet they had landed on. They approached a dimly lit pub in the night, the only illumination coming from a ratchet looking neon sign that was only half lit. Blaster scorches made for a welcoming sight along the walls of the tavern, while moths and all other manner of bugs clawed at the walls, seeking entrance. It was exactly what they were looking for...

Draconis was the first to step through the double doors as he was the only one who had been bloodied yet, naturally making him the leader. While skin still remained unblemished he was a vet compared to his friends. Draconis liked the thought. The fact that he could lord over these new initiates that he had already amassed a small fortune despite only having fought in three battles. It was awe inspiring, while they were dressed in mere gold colored durasteel armor he was dressed in proper initiate's metal. Given to Golden Company soldiers only after they had survived their first battle. He was ring leader of this merry little band and he knew it.

But, what's more than this, he had earned it. He had fought, killed, slain, more men and beast then any of the other initiates with him, so why should he not celebrate it? Revel in it's glory? For true, Draconis was on top of the world at this moment and it was sure to only get better. More battles meant more riches, women, power. The galaxy was at his finger tips and nothing would hold him back. Nothing would stop the young mercenary from receiving his laurels. As he made entrance he looked round with his Thyrsian friends and spied little of interest in the bar. The tables were made of simple wood along with the stools. It was lit by a dim yellow light and the patrons looked just as bright as the fluorescents.

The aliens goggled at the splendor of the Sun Guard initiates and Draconis smiled inwardly. It was more than he had hoped for. Each and every alien had fallen into a quiet trance. All eyes were settled on him and while his companions shuffled their feet nervously he walked to the bar counter. It was manned by an old, ugly, and decrepit looking hag. She looked as though she had given her legs up to an army of smugglers and in return the force had blessed her by taking her a piece at a time.

With animatronic arm she pointed to Draconis and sneered "We ain't serve your kind here, mercs ain't cause nothin' but trouble!"

Draconis smiled, outwardly now. He had enough money to probably buy this karkhole. He withdrew a small pouch from within his breastplate and tossed it onto the counter. It landed with a soft clink and he approached once it landed. The hag seemed to be reaching under the bar, for a weapon probably, but she paused at the audible clink. He gently tugged at one of the bags strings, whilst his whole body seemed to jitter along to an unheard beat. The bag came undone exposing a pile of credit stick's, each worth over a hundred units. The bartender's eyes widened at the sight of the small lump sum.

"Drinks are on me tonight boys!" Draconis roared raising a fist with one stick high in the air whilst spinning round to address the bar and the gaggle of aliens cheered in approval, quickly downing drinks so that they might grab another.

Draconis regarded the hag once more and slammed the stick down on the counter. She shook her head as he released the stick.

"Just don't causin' no trouble!" She said under her breath as she slid the stick into her datapad and retrieved a drink for Draconis and his comrades...

[member="Firnen Tharos"] [member="Ajax Crowe"]

 

[Rian Taske]

At the far end of the bar, Rian groaned inwardly. How hard was it, she reasoned, to find a quiet place to have a drink or three? She'd picked this place because it had seemed like it was full of mostly grumpy locals. After the crisis on The Astral Astoria, she just wanted a nice, quiet evening.

You could have stayed home, she reminded herself.

But she'd wanted a drink and generally speaking, she had rules about doing it alone. So off she'd gone.

It wasn't that she was gonna turn down being part of the round of drinks the newly arrived mercs were offering. But she recognized the armor. It was hard not to. Not just because they were making a name for themselves, no. But because they'd been on Dagobah. Impossible to miss, in the dark and muck of that place.

And the last thing Rian wanted tonight? Was to be reminded of karking Dagobah.

It wasn't personal. Yeah they'd been on the other side of things, but that's how mercs worked. She didn't blame them for what had happened. But it had been the whole point of getting out that night. To not think about it. She'd head out soon, she decided, eyeing the half finished drink in front of her, and contemplating the free round that was getting poured now.

A drink on them?

Sure. Why not.

[member="Draconis Caesar"] [member="Firnen Tharos"] [member="Ajax Crowe"]

 

[TI-34]

Jack sat in a very dark corner of the Bar with his feet up, he was in his armor, though helmetless, and was about five drinks in when the mercs arrived and offered up free drinks. He just lightly shook his head in the seat and arched his head back and it touched the old stone walls of the sad bar. He rubbed the sides of his head as a mind-grain rolled in. The recent loss of his 'Alor, and the fact that he executed his old friends was weighing on him. After all, it was something he HAD to do. He wouldn't let this bother him though. He couldn't take back what he did, so he simply just straightened and swung his feet down to the ground. Jack slid over to the edge of his booth and struggled to get up before walking over to the counter and slamming a few credits onto the bar. The poor bartender, who was serving [member="Draconis Caesar"] paused for a moment, shocked by the loud metallic smack on the miserable bar top.

"Get me 'nother please. Bal ve'ganir bic iviin'yc." He was hunched over the bar as she walked over to him.

"For the last time, I do not speak whatever language that is. Now wait your turn."

Jack sort of mumbled under his breath, "I don't wait for nobody." Naturally of course, the bartender ignored it.

Jack wasn't a drunk, this wasn't his life style. He preferred traveling to new and exotic places, meeting strange and interesting people, usually it ended in that person dying, but that was redundant. The recent actions though sort of weighed on him, so he was in a slight slump. He's kill a guy off the street over a hat if he wanted it, but the only family he ever really had, that was a loss he wasn't taking well. After a little bit, and maybe a conversation, Jack wasn't really paying attention, The tender came back to Jack and slid him another drink. He took it and raised it up, chugging it down before slamming it on the bar and sliding her back the mug, then he turned and stumbled back to his seat. Even though he was drunk, he wasn't stupid, and he was cutting himself off.

For some reason though, either drunken courage or some other unknown cause, Jack raised his head back up after sliding into his seat and yelling at the group of mercs. "Hey you, in the gold dress!"

 

[Draconis Caesar]

All was going well, the bar patrons were getting nice and drunk. Soon the Thyrsians would have what they wanted. But, for now they bid their time lest the old hag blast them or all turn against them as one. Golden Company, always looking for a fight, but never the ones to start it, only finish it for others. Draconis smiled as he watched aliens begin to speak openly to one another again. Meaning the Thyrsians had been accepted as one of their own. Draconis was sure to make this a night he and his fellow initiates would never forget. He looked to the old hag as he raised frothy pint to his lips and took a sip. She was busy cleaning one of the tankards, which seemed to have stains on it that had now molded on as the cups own permanent art.

Draconis eyed his own tankard suspiciously as if it might've been a Bothan spy. Satisfied it didn't have to many stains on it he took another swig. He noticed his fellow companions weren't drinking and he felt a twinge of annoyance. They could've at least pretended to be drinking. Instead they simply sat at the bar counter, dawdling thumbs, waiting for the real fun to begin. Draconis was more than inclined to drink however. He knew he'd be able to handle himself no matter what came his way. Not only was he a warrior trained in the Echani martial arts, but his suit also increased his strength by eight fold.

Yes, it would be a fun night, and then it began.

"Hey you, in the gold dress!"

The Thyrsian smiled as he placed the tankard down to address his new adversary. The old woman saw the look on his face and raised her hands to shake them about in a manner that was meant to help the Thyrsian decline the jab. He ignored the old woman, placing the entire sack of credit sticks down on the counter before him again.

"This ought to pay for the damages," Draconis said lightly.

He turned to face the man whilst still sitting on the stool. All eyes were now the Mandalorian and the Thyrsians. Draconis was happy it was a Mandalorian too, he hated their kind almost as much as he hated the Echani. He was going to enjoy breaking this man... Draconis charged forth, his own self propelled at ridiculous speeds by the armor's thruster pack. He would make this poor Mandalorian pay for ever opening his mouth. He would strike with the fury of a supernova behind his fist and dent the poor fools helmeted head in. Draconis could feel the hydraulics in his suit begin to coil up in preparation for the strike.

All of this happened within milliseconds, Draconis using the thruster to boot his way forward, his suit powering it's strength module and then Draconis unleashing a powerful jab with his right fist flying forth as fast a jet, right towards the Mandalorians face.

All the while the crowd watched Draconis, one of his buddies picked up a stool and in his eagerness for blood shed smashed it over a Gammorean's back. Which infuriated the creature whom in turn swung at the nearest patron. Causing a domino effect, soon enough the whole bar had been consumed in a bout of fisticuffs.

[member="Mad Jack"] [member="Rian Taske"]

 

[TI-34]

Unaware if it was the sight of this man in golden robes hurling towards him, or simply the weakness of the drinks he'd had, Jack was instantly sober. He ducked down and the man soured above him. Quickly he turned and flicked his wrists and hidden blades ejected. Jack watched the man as he shot past.

"C'mon ya bastard! That all ya got?"

Jack was now fully aware, and he was preparing for whatever was about to come his way.