Better Than Bartending

[Zecl Tuwmizi]

Pantolomin, Dolomar Sector, Core Worlds​

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It was a warm evening on Pantolomin, mostly like every other day of the year on the tropical tourism planet. Streets were bustling with the many tourists hitting the town after a long day of exploration and relaxation. One stop many would love to come to was the planet-renowned Pitoo's, a bar that served high quality drinks and other refreshments to well-paying customers.​

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One of the 3 working the bar that night was Zecl, the young Ithorian who had lied about his age to work at the bar, one that surprisingly paid well for bartenders. It was surprising Zecl had even obtained the job, for he had little experience while most of his coworkers were much older, more experienced, and all were human. He likely gained the job because of the new civil rights laws put in effect by the new-to-power Grayson Imperium, who had overthrown alien resentment of the Core Imperial Confederation.​

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While on duty, he was serving higher-ups who ironically didn't tip very much, it was quite annoying. However, above all, it seemed as if it was going to be a regular Pantolomin night for him.​

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[member="Alyson Halle"]​

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[Alyson Halle]

Pantolomin was a rather interesting world. It was by all means completely Idyllic.War was far from this place, about as far as it could be given the state of the galaxy. Almost nobody was armed and the streets were flowing with happy touring couples, coming from far off worlds to live their fantasies. The eyepatched, battlescarred Alyson got strange looks from the populace, their strings intermingling with gossip about the strange new traveler. This was no Tattooine. Most of the people here have never seen war.

She was here on simple business, she had to help set up enforcement for the Grayson Imperium. The rule of the CIC had been harsh, aliens were barred from the planet and its festivities, and the scars still showed. Humans made up the majority of the people there, though she saw some strings unlike the others. They were watched intently by the rest of the partygoers. It was sickening.

She had finished, for now, and went looking for a bar, she had picked up an alcohol habit during her time with the Republic Remnant, the force stopped her from getting truly drunk if she didn't want to be, but there was little other way to dull her attuned senses. They bombarded her constantly, and it was as much of a blessing as a curse. She could see a visual representation of human suffering, the occasionally cruelty of the puppet master, and the dread of being unable to see the full beauty of his story. They guided her to where she wanted to go, and it was a bar called Pitoo's.

There was something in there, something unique, strings which did not just follow the puppet masters plan, but also tugged back. They were chosen by the force, blessed with the ability to see the strings, if only given a little push in the right direction. Thus it was decided. She would have to find this person, it might be the only chance she would get.

She entered the bar to little fan fare, once again the gossip followed her, either through knowledge of her person, or due to her unique appearance. She supposed she was marginally well known now, especially among the high society. She had been around long enough, much to her dismay on ocassion.

She looked around the room and spotted her quarry, an Ithorian who looked bored out of his mind. It was nice to see that the new laws were already coming into effect, otherwise he wouldn't have even had a chance to get a job here. He looked to be lacking in experience overall, he was probably younger than he looked, not that most humans were good at differentiating between Ithorians by age. It would take a good eye or force senses to realize that he was probably a kid, not that she cared very much.

She made her way over to the bar nearby, taking a sit in front of him. "Good evening." She said with a nod. "I'll take your best whiskey."

[member="Zecl Tuwmizi"]

 

[Zecl Tuwmizi]

The bar had seemed to be putting a gaze on him. He thought: "What'd I do now?" He didn't really care, but he noticed the older eyepatched woman come and take a seat in front of him. "Oh wonderful" he said under his breath.​

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"Right away" He said in a kind tone after her request, fumbling the glass he was cleaning and almost dropping it. As he went to go pour her a glass of Corellian whiskey, something seemed off about her, something that had seemed almost familiar to him. Did he know her? Was she important? Was that why everyone was looking at her? He spent so much time thinking about these questions that he accidentally overflowed the glass with the whiskey, almost emptying the bottle.​

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As he looked around to see if anyone had noticed, someone had. A fellow coworker of his, a human, one that didn't like aliens very much, and especially Zecl in particular had seen. "Great," Zecl thought, "Pitoo's definitely going to hear about this."​

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He took the whiskey which still had a bit too much in the glass over to the woman. He usually in this instance would have walked away without saying anything, but something had urged him to speak: "Here you are ma'am. Uh, you seem a bit familiar to me, have we met before?"​

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[member="Alyson Halle"]​

 

[Alyson Halle]

Xenophobia was a sickening thing. It was everywhere, and Alyson was not one to tolerate it. Species that were sentient deserved the same rights and priviliges as any other species. She had fought too many savages to allow civilized people to be marginalized like that. True savages were rare in this galaxy, they were a despicable and toxic breed, one that was easy to spot and easy to discern from people who wished to be civilized. She had come to know of many alien species in her time in the greater galaxy, and all of them had something to contribute, she had come across very few sentient creatures that desrved this kind of treatment.

She would have a chat with him later. Not now though. The force sensitive before her was far more interesting.

"Perhaps you have seen me on the news, i've been making sure the handover goes smoothly for the Grayson Imperium. Though if my instincts are correct its something more than that is it not?" She said taking a sip of her drink, keeping her eyes on the Ithorian.

"It's a sort of fundamental familiarity. You can't describe it, but for whatever reason you feel that you and I are alike in some manner. Am I correct?"

The force was a strange thing, and those who didn't understand how to use it saw it as instinct. They couldn't explain what they were feeling, and their rational brain down played those feelings, the raw instinct. It was a way of keeping yourself sane, to open yourself up to the force required much training and effort, lest you become overwhelmed and fall to the dark side.

[member="Zecl Tuwmizi"]

 

[Zecl Tuwmizi]

Outside, the night life seemed to be quieting down on the streets, as those who had brought families were going in for the night. However, as the life in the bars and casinos began to pick and fill up, such places like Pitoo's (which was prominently a human crowd) were starting to fill up with more alien species as the night went on. ​

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Zecl thought it felt almost familial, the connection he had with her. Zecl had felt this same feeling with very few before, for he really had started to be able to come out into the public only recently. ​

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"Yes... is this something you recognize often?" He asked, looking down to see if he had taken anything which would make him feel different. Zecl looked behind the woman, a scuffle had begun between 2 humans (which looked more of a higher class) and a Nautolan. "Not again" he says to himself, trying to keep his head out of any of the fight.​

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[member="Alyson Halle"]​

 

[Alyson Halle]

"Somewhat. Have you ever had, how to word it? Odd bursts of intuition, like you know something is about to happen before it does? Or are you abnormally lucky? There are many ways to define it." Alyson said.

She noted the fight behind her, it was rather irritating, she had work to do and the men behind her seemed to have decided to start a fight. This was a fight born of emotion, not of duty or responsibility. It was the worst kind of fighting, one where everyone lost at the end of the day. She would need to resolve this before she could continue.

"One moment, this scuffle behind me is rather distracting. Allow me a moment to break it up."

Alyson sighed a bit as she stood up from her seat, strutting her way over to the three combatants, looking one of them dead in the eye. She wouldn't use brute force to solve this. Mind tricks worked far better.

Alyson waved her hand, and spoke in a soft and peculiar tone. "You don't want to fight him." Alyson said.

The two problematic individuals echoed. "You want to go home and think about what you have done."

They echoed once again, before releasing the target and leaving. The Nautolan looked kind of confused, slightly terrified, but overall thankful.

Alyson made her way back, taking her seat.

"Now, where were we?"

[member="Zecl Tuwmizi"]