Empty Glass

[Preliat Mantis]

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https://soundcloud.com/i_need_scissors_61/cant-say-goodbye-to-yesterday​

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Despite the brightly lit club, everyone in it was dark with intent.​

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Zeltros. Supposedly a giant party planet, if you weren't from it. Preliat had long since decided that he needed to get away. And besides, he had only been to the planet on official business. The business, of course, being murder back in the day. Now, he was here to try and enjoy the brightly-lit parties that seemed to be everywhere.

But as the robotic people danced to electronic music, their bodies contorting on fixed joints to pre-determined movements, enjoying the sentiment and unity of a rehearsed, well-known dance, Preliat never felt more....alone. The Silver Jedi had been good to him, as good as the Mandalorians had, and in some cases, even better.

But he liked the dive bar he found himself in. It was probably for locals. Or the workers that swept up the party every morning. Everyone came to this planet, looking to live the high life. But once the alcohol runs through and the smoke clears, someone has to sweep up the confetti and clean up the hotel rooms. Speaking of, he liked the dingy motel he was staying at. The locals didn't seem to mind him, he was a weary-looking man.

That, and he was six and a half feet tall and was built like steel cables. If the people in here heard his name, some might've asked for his autograph, some might've asked him to leave. Who knew? But he enjoyed being the middle-aged man at the bar for now, sipping at a foul concoction of some brown liquor. It tasted terrible, but it felt good. Soft music, a human-like voice hung in the air, filling the air with a sense of calm and quiet that he had only experienced a handful of times in his life, truthfully.

He took a long sip, and had a nice, long, quiet moment to himself.

 

[Helly Reyne]

Alone, drowned in her own tears and alcohol, Helly was slumped over a round, empty table. She hadn't bothered with hiding her presence, but nobody had bothered her regardless. Her face was half-covered by the hair that stuck to her wet cheeks anyway, and she couldn't find the effort to push it out of the way of her eyes. Sometimes she would forget why she had been crying that day, or why she had come to that bar, or why she was asking herself any questions at all. But she would always remember, regardless.

It was a strange thing, happiness. She had no short supply of it as a child. Later, she would have to fight for it, but it was still there, mostly in her music, waiting for her to be found among the muck of living in the spotlight. But by that point, when she was half conscious in a dive bar with nothing familiar around her besides the taste of alcohol lingering on her tongue, happiness felt like something that could only exist in the past. The best she could hope for was bored.

A thick pastel pink coat was draped around a white shirt and white slacks, a muted fashion choice for her, especially considering her hair was at its most natural state. Almost none of her clothes reflected a bad mood, but that was only because she never went shopping unless she was in a good mood.

Her head tilted one way, eyes only halfway open, and she spotted the large man through a layer of silvery hair.

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[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Ayy'Seela]

Ayy was bored; her ship was taking a long time to repair following an engine failure that she didn't manage to get to in time, leaving her stranded on this planet. She was sat down in one of the many places that provided drinks and not too many questions, tapping her fingers on the table in boredom; she hated waiting for things, it didn't work with her high energy outlook on life, and right now it was just draining; this club seemed miserable. She looked around; perhaps talking to someone would help alleviate her boredom, organise a game perhaps. Her eyes settle on [member="Helly Reyne"] who looked easily the most upset in the room. She stands from her chair, walking over to the table and quietly knocking on the surface of it "Excuse me, miss, is that seat taken?" she gestures to a chair on Helly's table as her eyes look over the room again, noticing the rather impressively built, if not aging man, she started concocting a plan in her head to bring a little bit of interest to this place.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[gogos202]

Downtime.
Something that Jeremy was used to. He understood what he was, a Sormtrooper, someone who is expendable. He was often given downtime. He didn't hate it, but he felt a lot happier in his white armour with lasers flying around him and a blaster in his hand.

Yet here he was, some bar on some planet, it didn't really matter to him. No one would recognize him here. He thought it would be wise not to wear his Stormtrooper uniform if he just wanted a drink, instead he went for a simple black shirt, tan jacket and black trousers. Jeremy was a lonely guy, he didn't particularly care about anyone, nor did anyone care for him. The most recognition he would get in life is a plaque with his name on it after he died in some battle. He had accepted this a while ago, but on lonely days like this the thought depressed him.

Jeremy took a sip of his drink, it wasn't tasty, but it kept his mind off of things. Looking around the bar he saw a few people, who where they? What led them to this place? How many of them would be remembered after they passed. Thoughts like this were uncommon, he was a simple man, not one of deep questions. Sighing, he goes back to his drink.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]
[member="Helly Reyne"]
[member="Ayy'Seela"]

 

[Helly Reyne]

Picking her head up to see the Twi'lek woman who had approached her, Helly shook her head instinctively. Maybe she should have lied to stay alone, but alas, her honesty had gotten the better of her yet again.

"Are you a fan?" she asked, wanting to get that part over with as quickly as possible. Her voice was a bit of a rasp, having wrecked it for that night with the excessive crying and the constant sting of alcohol. "If you are... I'm sorry to disappoint." She chuckled to herself a bit as she downed another swig of what she thought might have been whiskey. It was just as awful as whiskey, anyway.

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[member="Ayy'Seela"]
[member="Preliat Mantis"]
[member="Jeremy Baarson"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Someone was watching him. Instantly, his body reacted. He'd been in too many conflicts and fights to not have a reaction.

Adrenaline, cortisol, everything started to happen before he even wished for a reaction. His hand began to shake. His pupils dilated. And he set the drink down. He blinked rapidly, trying to control his reaction. The source of it was unknown, too many people. The Wolf turned his head. He was scanning. Predatory eyes fell on each of the patrons, as few as there were. Some of the older patrons knew something was wrong- with him.

One of the older men, a calloused man of labor, recognized him. Not from his hockey days. Not from his days beating other players to a pulp in Null-Hockey. No, they recognized him from the holovids. The stories told of the Wolf of Manda'yaim, the Wolf of Mandalore. The man who burned Dromund Kaas and destroyed the throne. The man who survived the Dark Harvest. The man who killed the Rancor.

One of the horseman of the Mandalorians- Rihaar.

Death.

They left quickly, taking several people with him in hushed, worried voices.

He fell on the woman who he determined to be the cause of the disturbance to his baseline.

[member="Helly Reyne"] got his full attention, when he turned in his seat, to look back at her. So did the alien with her, albeit a passing glance.


[member="Jeremy Baarson"] l [member="Ayy'Seela"]

 

[gogos202]

At a glance he could've been anyone. He wasn't a unique looking man, Jeremy was what you'd picture when someone tells you "a man." This didn't bother him, it helped him blend in when he didn't want to be seen. Once again he glanced around the room. A few people caught his eye: A tear stained woman, A Twi'lek woman, and a Muscular man watching them both.

He watched them for a bit, he didn't have much to do. Whatever they were doing was probably more interesting than drinking alone.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]
[member="Helly Reyne"]
[member="Ayy'Seela"]

 

[Ayy'Seela]

Ayy blinks in confusion when [member="Helly Reyne"] suddenly asked if she was a fan of hers. She puts her hands on her hips as she thinks to herself "Am I a fan of you? I'm not sure I remember you exactly, have we slept together before?" she asks, wondering if that may be it "If the answer is yes then I was probably drunk or hit over the head shortly after and forgot, both happen a lot to me." she explains, tossing her lekku so they both rested on her back. She slides into the chair next to the woman with a soft smile after Helly's chuckle, putting a hand on her shoulder "Guessing life ain't treating you right at the moment huh? How about a little card game and we can talk about it eh? It's cheaper and easier than drinking that grog." she gestures at the drink with a wince "Gah I just got a smell of it."

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

As they entered the joint she questioningly looked over at Balex, the BLX generel labor droid in her company, wondering where they had landed considering the easy music and dark mood many of the bars guest seemed to be in. It was not quite like Zeltros local water holes to be this calm and laid-back. Well, it was early in the day and they weren't there looking for party anyways!

By routine, the rutian twi'lek glanced at the people scattered out in the locale. Minding their own business, some already had too much to drink and some were playing cards or tapping on a datapad. No known faces, which was good for the most part! Hearing the the light sound of dulcimers being treated very gently in the track that was playing got her to think about her own past ''hobby'', which style was much much different than this though.

They reached the bar and the twi'lek got the barmans attention with a small wave. Ordering a bottle of beer she sat down on a barstool and spun around on it so that she could rest her back and elbows on the counter. Exchanging some words with the droid before taking a sip of the cold beverage. She saw one of her own kind, conversating with a human woman in rather bad shape for the night. A tall and rugged looking man at the bar, another simple dressed man and some aliens discussing something in their own language. This was truly not the usual Zeltros hang-out.