Bars of the Outback (OPEN)

[RC 212]

Somewhere between Elrood and TKO Territory.

The bar was dark, lit only by candles and random lanterns strewn across the rusty steel tables. The walls were dusty and the bottles glimmered in the yellow shimmering light. Nathan struck a match to his boot heel and lit his cigar, puffing as he stroked his beard.

This was the last stop before he crossed over to the Elrood sector. He was hunting a murderous Pirate band that were fleeing the Outback, no doubt trying to take asylum in some hidey hole the Alliance hadn't discovered yet. And then there was the Alliance, a giant federal government growing by leaps and bounds.

"I can't abide bureaucracy." He'd once told Jorus.

And now he was headed for it.

The Jast 3 he'd modified was still falling apart, but had held up enough for the time being. He was under the guise of a Gas Hauler Freighter.

"'Barkeep, what else do ya have in here?" He asked, cocking his head.

The Rodian grinned, checking out his dusty tan overcoat and huge Pistol.

"For a Judge? Anything."

"How you figure?" Nathan retorted, snorting smoke from his nostrils like a Dragon.

"You are making quite the name for yourself Sandusky. Some folks might even want to meet you."

Nathan frowned and shoved two gold coins across the bar top. Backwater currency that never lost its face.

"Here that ought to shut you up. What's that purple drink there?"

"Strongest stuff we got. Moonshine made from Backwater plums with a little trippy frog juice in the mix."

"Let me get it."

 

[Darth Athora]

Even a shady, rundown joint such as this one had it's moments where particularly 'colorful' individuals would find their way here. Some people enjoyed the atmosphere of such a place. So simple yet is has it's own class and appeal. It was also a good place if you want to discuss business because, more than likely, no one within the establishment even gives a chit what you're doing. Xyloxan followed his partner, [member="Nalargon"], here for reasons unknown to him, but he knew better than to distrust his brother.

When he entered the bar, he looked around the place. It was in his nature to, immediately upon entering somewhere new to him, to plan out any escapes and cover from gunfire in case of trouble. "Why are we here, Nalargon? Nothing here for us so I assume you've got something going on, yeah? A job I am assuming."

 

[Fyl Terrano]

Slouched in a corner booth, his body language closed and his face hidden by the brim of his hat, Fyl Terrano slammed back his third Mind Eraser and tried to forget.

It was probably a bad idea to mix the stuff with the ever-growing cornucopia of painkillers he was taking, but he found that he couldn't muster the energy to care. With each new shot of alcohol he just hoped against hope that the drink would finally live up to its name. But the voices dancing through his head wouldn't stop, wouldn't even slow in their relentless accusations. Killer. Deserter. Coward. The dryness of his tongue and the tingling in his fingertips were bad signs, and he could feel his stomach starting to do lazy flips, but he raised his hand when the serving droid passed. Maybe going down in a puddle of his own vomit would be dreamless, at least. Maybe he wouldn't have to think.

It hadn't been long since he'd escaped from Camp 19-Cresh, and he hadn't managed to run far. It was something of a miracle that he'd gotten off of Barkhesh at all, a penniless fugitive hunted by one of the galaxy's most powerful governments and without any support from his own side. The war, if the one-sided massacre could be called such, was still going on, but for him it had ended with the destruction of the Twelfth Freedom Battalion at Sheol Fen. It had shown him what he should have realized from the start: that a ragtag bunch of farmers and ranchers stood no chance against one of the deadliest military forces of its era. Some people he knew had regrouped. Him? He'd just slipped away.

It was the wrong thing to do, sure. But doing the right thing, he reflected, scratching at the patch covering his empty left eye socket, hadn't been going so well for him.

Fyl wasn't even sure what this place was called. It didn't really matter; he didn't know where he was going, either. He had no intention of going back to a First Order labor camp - provided that's what they did with escapees. Maybe the "no martyrs" policy had an expiration condition, and they'd just shoot him, which somehow didn't sound like a great option either. But he also had no intention of fighting for a hopeless cause again. Home, the only thing he'd ever cared about, was gone, and now he was running away from something but not toward much of anything. He'd paid his way to nowhere with a little bit of technical work here, a few winning hands of sabacc there; the Mind Erasers were using up the last of it.

He ought to be more careful. He'd gotten a little ways from First Order space, but maybe not far enough that no one was looking for him. He pushed up the brim of his hat with his thumb, taking in the scene with his one good eye. Not exactly crowded, this little backwater dive, but in the space between political borders even a few troublemakers could be borderline unstoppable. Some big guy in a tan duster was swapping terse comments with the Rodian bartender. Fyl tensed as he saw the hefty gun hanging at his side - he wouldn't be surprised if it could fry heads clean off with a single bolt. But he looked like the kind of guy who had a ship. Maybe he was Fyl's next ticket to nowhere.

Those big gold coins he was carrying were pretty enticing, too. Semi-steadily reaching his feet, Fyl approached the bar. "Evenin'. Lookin' for crew?"

[member="Nathan Sandusky"]

 

[RC 212]

Somewhere between Elrood and TKO Territory.

[member="Xyloxan"] [member="Fyl Terrano"]

Some how as soon as the drink met his lips Nathan was halfway between bliss and tripping his sack off. Colors began to become brighter and colors blurred and ebbed as different intervals. He exhaled another plume of smoke from his cigar and grinned. This was truly good stuff.

"Ey uhh...... " He trailed off, lost in the tide of endorphins.

For a long moment he lived a thousand lives then snapped back to reality.

"Where do you get this stuff? Great voids it is incredible!"

"There's a recipe. For another coin...."

"Sold my man!" He boomed, not aware of how loud he was being.

He slapped another coin down under his meaty palm and then snatched a piece of ancient flimsi from the barkeeps grasp, tucking it into his jacket. That's when the stranger approached. Nathan wheeled on his stool to face him and gave him a once over. His face was distorted from the the effects of the drink. But he was a spacer, he knew that much.

"Ship eh? Why yes I do. And I could use an extra hand. And may I have the pleasure of knowing to whom I am speaking?" He asked, totally wrecked at this point.

The purple drink might have been a bad idea.....

He also became keenly aware of a green man in a booth, no doubt over hearing the ridiculous exchange....

 

[Elaine Thul]

Elaine had snuck off Elysian for a bit of fun, sure the housecarls where in the bar, she never get away from them. Though they where being nice and keeping a low profile, and dressed accordingly, and so was she.

She went to the bar, and got herself a white wine and orange juice. Some other's gave her funny look, but never touched the hard stuff. She just wanted a night out and see where it ended.
So she the bar with her drink, and waited to see what happens.

[member="Nathan Sandusky"]

 

[Fyl Terrano]

About halfway out of his seat, Fyl realized that he'd made a mistake.

Either he should've been drinking whatever that purple stuff was, or the burly captain couldn't hold his liquor. Either way, it was pretty clear already that the ex-rebel would only be able to get so much out of him. The man hadn't been in there much more than what, five or ten minutes, and already he looked like he needed to go sleep it off. Flexing and stretching his fingers and biting down on his tongue, Fyl tried to steady himself. For all he knew, he wasn't in much better shape, and he needed to get ahold of himself. If some bounty hunter came stomping into the cantina looking to drag him back to Camp 19-Cresh, he needed to be able to shoot straight and run without falling on his face.

But he was up at the bar now, so he might as well follow through. The captain with the huge pistol had asked his name. "Aren Vance," he lied smoothly, all too conscious of the fact that he didn't know who might be listening. "I'm lookin' to head coreward, toward Alliance space, if that's the direction you're goin'." He sat on one of the bar stools, turning himself slightly so that he could see the entire cantina in his peripheral vision while still appearing to focus on his conversation. A couple of green-skinned humanoids had entered while he was still emerging from his wallowing, and he kicked himself for not noticing. That could have been fatal. For now, though, they were keeping to themselves.

He wondered idly what species they were. He'd heard of Mirialans before, and though he'd never met one, these were not what he had pictured.

He was much more concerned about the several dangerous-looking humans who had shuffled to outer tables, hugging the walls and watching the counter. Fyl felt his hand fall to his pistol by reflex, but managed to stop himself. They weren't even looking at him - they were watching a new arrival, someone who looked rather out of place. Fyl wasn't so old himself, but this girl couldn't have been more than twenty, and that was being generous. She was slender, blonde, pretty, drinking drinks that attracted plenty of funny looks from the bar's hardened patrons - wine and orange juice. Fyl was vaguely surprised the cantina had either in stock. The girl, for her part, seemed totally unafraid.

That unnerved him more than he liked to admit. In a place like this, a haven for drifters and outlaws, she didn't seem to belong. Why wasn't she worried?

He had to figure that either those figures at the edges of the room were watching out for her, or she knew something about herself that he couldn't see - or possibly both. Perhaps she had that strange power, magic really, that he had heard called "Force". He'd seen Knights of Ren tear units of hardened soldiers apart without touching them - was it possible that this innocent-looking girl could do the same to him? A chill ran down his spine, and he unconsciously scooted his stool a bit back from hers. She was an unknown quantity, and that made him nervous. Still, no one seemed to be gunning for him yet. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to relax, at least a little.

The sooner he could get this drunk spacer to bring him along, the sooner he could leave the weirdness behind. "I can be helpful. I'm good with machines."

[member="Nathan Sandusky"] | [member="Xyloxan"] | [member="Elaine Thul"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik Rahn punched the bouncer as hard as he could. The man went sprawling through the tavern doors and the muscley one eyed Trandoshan’s scaley compatriots laughed as the bouncer landed on his stomach with a thud. Their laughter sounded like a series of guttural hissing noises that would send chills up even the hardest spacer’s spine. The bouncer wiped his chin while he still lay on the floor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik casually entered the bar through the wrecked door way and he finished the man with a swift stomp from his phrik plated boot. The poor fellow's head caved in, flattening like a pancake beneath the lizards heavy foot, blood and grey matter littered the floor and Causstik bent low to retrieve a mangled ear from what remained of the man’s cranium. He hooked the ear onto a necklace that rounded his neck and stood up, surveying the room. Causstik’s fellow Trandoshan’s had taken up behind their leader watching everyone around the bar with guarded eyes. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The ale house had grown deathly quiet and all eyes had become focused on the group of scaley individuals, but none were stupid enough to reach for their guns. The Dread Tooth warband had made a name for themselves as some of the most savage pirates in the galaxy. Committing untold amounts of atrocities and being one of the largest purveyors of the slave trade in the galaxy. Causstik had come to this establishment to meet with his new clientele.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Another band of pirates who had been wreaking havoc on the fringes of TKO territory. Causstik gave a nod to his guards and the four of them went off to a nearby table. Clad in his black phrik plated jewel encrusted armor Causstik approached the bar. He tapped the counter top with a taloned appendage and the Rodian walked over to the newcomer. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Tihaar,” Causstik growled and the Rodian simply nodded, poured the drink, and slid it to the lizard. Now Causstik simply had to wait for his new partners to show up.[/SIZE]


[member="Fyl Terrano"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Nathan Sandusky"] [member="Xyloxan"]

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

The out back, away from everything, and a place filled with so many scoundrels and thugs that no sort of law enforcement would bother to come, a more then perfect place to lay low for a while until the heat died down. Apparently trying to kill a Jedi in the busy streets of Correllia and some stupid kid no older then 12 that was trying to help was a no no. Combined with the other, 'associates' Tanasuki dealt with, and a not so clean record, stretching form jobs on Na Shadda and other core worlds, lets just say the young force users was not the most welcome everywhere.

"Time to take off a load, now were can i find a...." there was a crashing sound in the distance, coming from the cantina up the road, judging from the group of lizard faces it seemed as though a confrontation of sorts was going down. Quietly the assassin approached the door, just in time to see the bouncer get his head stomped in, literally, 'meh seen worse, getting hung via several hook through your abdomen is definitely more pain full... that whats happens when you mess with a Hutt'.

Tanasuki kept silent as the group walked further into the bar, slipping in and leaning up against a wall. Though seemingly things were not sparking up, which was a bit disappointing, though that was TKO for you, people regularly murdered with not karks given. "Well that was anti climactic, now for that drink", walking closer to the bar several individuals stood out, [member="Xyloxan"] was the most obvious, though green skinned individual were not uncommon, his species was unique, next was [member="Nathan Sandusky"] "That guy, he looks familiar, hmm".

Sitting down at the bar Tanasuki ordered a non alcoholic drink, being a bit to young to take in that stuff, also not wanting to dull the senses in case of a fight, which could start at any moment, hopefully, though chatting with complete strangers was always.... fun.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] l [member="Fyl Terrano"] l [member="Elaine Thul"] l [member="Nathan Sandusky"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Fyl Terrano"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"]

Somewhere between Elrood and TKO Territory.

Why the lizard was is such a hurry to drop bodies he could not say. As the cowboy responded Nathan nodded, and felt his own hand slip to his Revolver, eyes narrowing to peer over his shoulder. There was something familiar about that lizard fella, and he noted the associates he had as well. Clad in black, a couple cloaks and blasters. They were sterile, with no sigils at all.

Even a fake Gas Hauler Captain like himself had his ships name tape sewn on his disguise shirt.

The cocktail was wearing off now and he felt the trip ebb.

"I am in fact headed that way. What brings you that way? Come to think of it, what brings you to the Outback? People with easy lives don't come here son."

His initial reaction had been to blast the lizard when he killed the men. Justice needed to be done, but the Judge held himself in restraint. Sometimes the bigger picture was more important than a singular crime.

He'll pay for it. In time....​

 

[Elaine Thul]

She like everyone else, saw what just happened to poor doorman. So did her housecarls, that now had a eye on him, one wrong move from him towards her, and they shoot him. They where not the only one reaching for their guns, she saw someone she thought she recognised, from the recent incursion [member="Nathan Sandusky"]. Though she was not sure, so she did not say anything. She sipped her drink, and she did wonder if anyone was going to talk to her or not. She had even dressed down for the occasion, so try and blend in. She then head to duke box, and put a few songs on, by a band called the eagles one felt like a song was about her way her life. A hotel some else, that you could not leave.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDkdtNONGvg

 

[Lemon]

Fett had approached the Outback Bar, his business there was nobody else's but his own. From behind his T-Shaped Visor he shot a glance to the dead doorman with a caved in head for but a brief moment before stepping over the corpse as the spikes on the tip of his shoes barely avoid catching on a piece of skin. The primarily green Mandalorian armor marked with orange and red, a Mandalorian Skull and Journeyman Protector symbol would be a standout, but to anyone looking out for Bounty Hunters would be entirely aware of who he is.

His EE-3 Blaster Carbine wasn't being held in his hands, but instead slung over his shoulder. He walked off to a side booth as quietly as he entered, although he eyed off the Cowboy, the one with the Bounty. Perhaps he was here for him, maybe he wasn't - all a game of chance at this point.

[member="Fyl Terrano"]

 

[Fyl Terrano]

Conversation was briefly but memorably interrupted as the Trandoshans stomped into the bar, hissing what Fyl supposed passed for a laugh. The ex-rebel winced as one booted foot caved the bouncer's skull clean through. For a moment the world seemed to tilt sideways as reverie rushed up at him. The bar slipped away, and for a moment he was chest-deep in mud, peering out from a patch of reeds. Stormtroopers marched through the marshland, their white armor stark against the muted browns and greens of the swamp. One by one they kicked the dead and dying rebels over onto their backs, cuffing the ones who might survive and ending each of the others with a harsh bark of blaster fire.

The present snapped back into focus, and Fyl let out breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He forced his fingers to unclench - they were gripping the butt of his pistol with white-knuckled fervor. But his head forced him into accepting what his heart hadn't quite reached yet. He was no crusader for justice, not anymore, and there was no karking point in getting himself shot by a bunch of slavers over the honor of a dead man. Shoving down what remained of his soldier's pride, he tipped the brim of his hat lower over his face and kept his eyes on the counter. The bar was starting to fill up, and the patrons were getting progressively more dangerous. Time to get this done and get out.

The captain, who seemed to have been sobered up by the Trandoshan's display of violence, asked him a question, and Fyl felt a sudden stab of icy panic. What was his story? "I... ah..." He fumbled, searching frantically for the right lie. "Well, I grew up pretty far from the Core. Tried to build a life out here, but it didn't work out. Just tryin' to get somewhere a little more... stable, I guess." The best lies, he'd always heard, were close to the truth. Nothing he'd said was false - it was more a lie of omission, leaving out the particulars of who and where and why. With luck, the captain wouldn't pry too much. The big man probably had secrets of his own - that was a hell of a big gun for a gas hauler foreman.

Unexpectedly, the girl gave him a reprieve, standing up to turn on the music. The old tune drifted through the bar, gradually drowning the lingering unease of violence, and the cantina patrons slowly returned to their conversations - though all kept an eye on the slavers. Fyl raised an eyebrow at her as she sat back down, partly trying to cover his awkwardness in answering the captain's questions, and then spoke. "Rough place," he said, his voice kind, and then gestured at the body of the bouncer. "You sure you wanna be here?" He was half tempted to call her 'kid', but he resisted the temptation. He wouldn't have appreciated it at her age, and doubted she would either.

When the Mandalorian walked in, though, he froze. He'd never actually met one before, and for all he knew it was just a dirty stereotype that they were all bounty hunters, but even through that armored helmet he got the feeling that the man - woman? hard to tell behind all the plating - was watching him. His fingers drifted back to his pistol. He'd learned to be a quick draw in his time with the Twelfth, and he would need to be if a fight broke out - unlike his prospective enemy, he wasn't wearing any armor, and the first hole someone drilled through him would put him down. Maybe he was being paranoid. Maybe not. The scar on his nose, as it often did when he was under strain, began to leak a trickle of blood.

[member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Nathan Sandusky"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Lemon]

Fett remained seated in the booth, propped up against it with nothing behind him but a wall. He was cautious himself, in a place like this even someone like himself was viable enough to be messed with - regardless of how moronic it would be. The blaster that was slung over his shoulder now remained clutched in his grip, being nurtured as if it was his child. Two separate blaster pistols were on either hip, a Westar-34 and one such weapon nicknamed 'The Disintegrator'.

He bore no Fett Clan markings, but only his own from centuries ago. One might even do so far to put him as the one who revived the Fett Clan long ago before disappearing from the known Galaxy. He was a Bounty Hunter then and he's a Bounty Hunter now. His reputation for never losing a mark and extreme determination was still present as he watched the Bounty from behind his black T-Shaped Visor.

Although he looked to be comfortable and uninterested in the scenery of what seemed to be going on, his eyes shifted about on the inside of the helmet, after all it did offer 360˚ of view. From the Trandoshan Pirates to the Royalty at the Bar, he saw all and noted everything down. Nothing was going to get past him tonight.

[member="Fyl Terrano"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik peered into the drink the bartender had poured for him boredly. He propped his head up with a hand while his elbow rested on the filthy counter and patiently awaited his contact. With a taloned finger Causstik began to stir the liquor slowly just as a woman began to play something on the jukebox. It was a melancholy tune that stirred something in the Trandoshan he had never felt before… Was it regret?

No. No. It was just the womp rat he had eaten an hour before. Causstik was half tempted to shoot the Jukebox, but decided the music was nice enough. He lifted his finger from the cup and raised his glass. He downed it greedily, the hot burning liquid pouring over the sides of his mouth as he drank from the cup. As he finished a few newcomers entered the bar, but he was only concerned with the band of red clad motley looking spacers who entered the bar shortly after his arrival.

The biggest one of the bunch gave a curt nod and the rest of his goons took off to find a table to sit at. The big burly crimson clad warrior stepped over the pile of gore on the floor that used to be the bouncer and pulled up a stool next to Causstik Rahn. His name was Harken, former admiral of the Dominion turned pirate scum. Recent attacks on TKO territory had… Diminished the admiral’s forces and now he needed outside help if he and what remained of his men were going to survive.

“Harken…” Causstik growled without looking at the man.

“Causstik Rahn…” Harken tapped the bar and pointed to Causstik’s empty glass with a thumb. The bartender brought forth two glasses of the pungent drink known as tihaar and quietly left the pirates to themselves.

“Long time no see,” Causstik’s voice came out like raking leaves as he spoke.

“You… You abandoned the Dominion… You left us to die!” Harken’s voice started low and grew a little louder as he finished. Slamming a fist lightly on the counter top.

“Now.. Now Harken,” The Trandoshan began “The money dried up. When all the Dominion Sith died, the politicians that remained wanted to take away my slaves. They cut my funding and swiftly forgot my courageous defense of Atrisia,” Causstik finished a small smile playing across his lips.

“You bastard! You never had any loyalty to the cause!” Harken shouted.

“Right… And look where that got you,” Causstik said as he rolled his eyes “Just shut up and listen for a second Harken. The Empire is offering a sweet deal called the Privateer act. They’re supplying weapons and cash to anyone who will fly their colors. Your precious Archlord took refuge with the Empire after the Dominion fell, so you might as well be working for them already!”

“If the Archlord is with them… Maybe the Empire will re-establish the Dominion when the fighting is over!” Harken said, hope gleaming in his eye.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Point is, i’ve already got a contact ready to meet you and he’s got quiet the present for you. The Imps are waiting at a warehouse nearby. Once you get your hands on this baby no one will be able to stop you,”

Harken merely nodded along, smiling like a fool the whole time. “With the Empire’s support our glorious nation will be reborn! I will make it so, for the archlord!”

“Yeah, yeah… Just keep your voice down!” Causstik snarled

[member="Fyl Terrano"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Nathan Sandusky"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Fyl Terrano"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Elaine Thul"]

Nathan nodded and stroked his beard. His cigar was all burned down now, so he stubbed it. The butt crackled an snapped against the bar, dry leaf breaking apart. He moved like a giant powerhouse, slow and precise.

"Barkeep let me get something less...... exotic will ya. And one for the Space Cowboy too."

Now his back was to the bar. He was in a delicate situation here, but he trusted that the barkeeper liked gold coins enough to not try and slit his throat. He was more worried about the occurrence of a Mandalorian coming in with Fett Clan markings. That combined with the random rabid lizard was setting off his internal alarms.

"C'mere son. You don't live to my age out here by being stupid. Keep your back against something. I have an instinct something's gonna pop off in here."

His hand struck a match and he produced another cigar, letting the smoke waft blue an wispy against his battered red beret.

"I doubt you want to go to the core. Nothing but Federalist dogs there. No better than anyone else. I know you can't have been too far into the Outback, because you are just the type that would do well there."

The beers came and he slid one down the bar towards Fyl before taking his own. He sort of recognized the little number the cowboy was working on, but not really.

"Who's 'Ol girl there?"

Then a snippet hit his ears.

​

Empire, Dominion? this close to TKO? This bears a little looking into.​

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Tanasuki listened to the conversation between [member="Nathan Sandusky"] and [member="Fyl Terrano"]. Sure there were other people in the bar of interest, the gang that just walked in killing the bouncer, the pretty and proper then usual lady turning on the music, seeming wanting some on to approach her, not sure why though, maybe they were looking for someone.

Despite this the cow boy and beret man were of the most interest, especially with the way said cowboy acted when the Mando entered, giving them the eye, causing his nose scar to reopen blood trickling down, it side, "That must be some fear you have of mados to have a scar bleed from just looking, or is their a bounty on your head". The young assassin changed up voice, and proceeded to edged closer to the cowboy, what ever was going on between the two was.. interesting.

Getting a napkin Tanasuki wiped away the blood from his nose, purposely intruding into the mans personal space, "If you bleed everywhere I may get... hungry, and we wouldn't want that would we, hehehe". True it was just a way to make them uncomfortable but it was true to some extent, being half energy vampire an all. "But on a serious note, the Core worlds are not really a place for people looking to make a ruckus, its the main reason why I'm here".

[member="Nathan Sandusky"] l [member="Causstik Rahn"] l [member="Fyl Terrano"] l

 

[Elaine Thul]

She could not help overhearing the transdosian, as he was not exactly discreet. Part of her now just wanted to kill him, or atleast chop his arm's off, though they would grow back. She took another sip of her drink, as she then tried to filter him out. Then the next song came on, it did sum up this place at the moment. As next song came on, a man, said it was rough place, and you sure you want be here. Well she did not say she commands an army that helped liberate Coruscant, nor said she once helped the republic fight the mandalorians, in trench warfare. She smiled Yeah, Yeah I do. She then took her seat at the bar, their was a few others their so he might want to join her or not.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awi14wDTxNw
She then carried on sipping her drink, wondering if anyone would even say hello to her, well if not it was wasted journey out.

[member="Nathan Sandusky"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Fyl Terrano"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] @Xyloxan

 

[Fyl Terrano]

Fyl shrugged at the girl's words. "If you say so." Turning back to the bar, he muttered, "not sure I'm so keen to be here myself."

After all, the ex-rebel had bigger problems. Creeping dread was spreading up his spine like an infection, thoroughly pushing away the pleasant fuzz of near-drunkenness. He couldn't physically be sure the Mandalorian was watching him, but he was one hundred karking percent sure in his heart. The guy hadn't even ordered a drink; it was clear he was there for something else - or more likely someone. The big captain suggested he put his back against something, and Fyl was more than ready to comply. He swiveled his stool until he was leaning against the bar, a full field of view in front of him and no easy way to take him from behind. But that only made it clear how messy any escape from the place would be.

Trying to steady his nerves, Fyl downed half the beer the captain had bought him in a single pull, nodding his appreciation as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. The other hand never left the butt of his gun. "Thanks. Maybe it is too regulated back Coreward," he said, his voice low, "but I've got problems out here I ain't got the strength to fix. A little law and order might save my hide." He wasn't paying much attention to the Trandoshan, despite the loudness of his conversation - sometimes it was safer not to overhear such things, though the captain seemed to disagree. He was listening keenly, and again Fyl wondered who he really was. Gas hauler foremen would probably keep their heads down.

Abruptly someone was right up in his face, babbling at him and dabbing at his nose - something about being hungry, and talking none too quietly about a bounty. Fyl's heart, already irregular and uneasy, jumped to beating a mile a minute. His assailant was just a girl, younger even than the blonde with the bodyguards by the look of her, but there was something terribly dangerous about her - he didn't doubt for a moment that she'd fight, and maybe kill, anyone here who crossed her. One hand still on the grip of his pistol, which was now halfway out of its holster, he used the other to try to shove her a step back. "Personal space," he growled. "And I'm not lookin' for any kind of ruckus."

This was a dangerous situation, and he needed to get out of it. With this girl in his face, he couldn't see what the Mandalorian was up to...

[member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Nathan Sandusky"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Elaine Thul"]

 

[Lemon]

It was a game that had been played all too many times, that of cat and mouse but the mouse wasn't all that aware of that cat's true intentions - instead unsure if he's there for the kill or maybe a casual sit down. Fett kept his eyes about, and once the commotion began he didn't bother trying to hide where he was looking. It was an excuse enough to look about.

Maybe this young thing was going to stake her claim, steal this bounty from him, though surely she wasn't as stupid as to do something like that. He arose from the booth, the intimidation of said armour probably heightening as he stood upright. Although, his EE-3 was slinged over his shoulder, but anyone who knew Mandalorian Armour was aware that it didn't leave him unarmed. That green set had him be a portable weapons platform, and his weapons were primed.

He strode towards the doorway, not giving those locked in dialogue a single glance as he later disappeared around the doorway. Either Fyl was too intoxicated to see him, or maybe he just thought he had left entirely.

[member="Fyl Terrano"]

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Mister cow bot was extremely paranoid as Tanasuki could practically feel the mans heart rate leap ahead at the simple mention of a bounty, eithwe that or there was a price on said mans head, 'things just keep getting interesting', there was also a feeling that the man knew the type of profession his assailant was in.

Both of the vibro blades strapped to Tanasuki's belt and the different array of weapons on hand had tasted blood extensively, though young many of victims had fallen to said weapons, both low key criminal scum to gang leaders. It was easy to notice the guy pulling out his blaster at the ready for any trouble, but it seemed as though Mr cowboy did perceive his new 'friend as a threat and proceeded to push Tanasuki away from him.

"I was just letting ya know, something tells me that you ain't no law abiding citizen all the time", inconspicuously the part time assassin scanned the room, keeping an eye on the mandolorian in the corner. It seemed this sudden intervention messed up whatever plans they had as the probable bounty hunter got up and left the establishment, meaning for the time being they were safe, though no doubt he'd return to catch his pray.

"It seems Mr armor over there has felt for now, so you can stop having a heart attack", though a serious situation it was also kind of funny, "I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Tanasuki though most people say Tanaski, may I ask my your being hunted, its fairly obvious that guy had it out for you". Regardless of what was going on it was not something to miss out.

[member="Fyl Terrano"]