Public Familiar Ground

[Campion Kast]

Tatooine while sparsely populated had it's uses. Finding those that eagerly don't wish to be found, and for others seeking to take oppurtunity by the throat, and sell it's sorry hide for credits. That was such the case for the young Mandalorian known as Campion Kast. The young man had steadily been trying to find work in the Outer Rim, be it taking on any bounties that had come his way. Landing his fighter within the Mos Eisley spaceport. Grunting as he walked off the ramp, stumbling past Pit droids as he made his way to the streets. Eyes watched from every corner, as the Hunter had kept on a steady walk. The black and yellow poncho around his neck, swaying with the desert breeze.

Walking around, passing up all types of bizarre creatures, droids that went on. Some beings looking at him in the eye as if to impose a dominant nature. Perhaps some thinking that they own pieces, and parts of the entire settlement. Given with what Campion has seen, been and continully struggle on a daily basis. The young hunter was not in the mood for intimidation. Work was hard to find these days. The Bryn was terrozing the Outer Rim, the New Imperials fighting against the Sith for greater independence. Despite the promise they held in honoring the Mandalorians by seeking to take back the homeworld. With his short time out alone in the galaxy, Campion knew that one did not need a world to be a Mandalorian. One had to hold to the Creed of all Mandalorians to be one.

Out in the lawless wastes it was all he had, and now he was focused on what his plans were now. What Jobs needed to be done, what credits to be made in the shady parts of the galaxy. Even if he needed to do whatever it took to survive. Wandering along the streets until he stopped at a small door. The door opening to the latest cantina. He was greeted by the same stares, the sounds of cantina music. The bar man a droid greeted Campion. "What is it you want stranger?" It asked so plainly, with Campion replying in slight annoyance. "Corellian Whiskey... Any work around here. I'm a Hunter." The droid looked at the new patron, while getting around to the drink the Mandalorian ordered. "Board's over there. Mind you the board has been slim pickings these days. Take a seat. Maybe someone may come in here. We get all types of interesting characters around here." The droid replied in it's neutral tone that showed a hint of annoyance.

Campion merely grunted, droids were not much of help at all, as he walked over to the shady corner of the Cantina. Drink in hand as he sat down. Looking at a Bounty Board that showed small time criminals. Hardly worth the credits for fuel, and ship repair. He sighed silently to himself. Waiting to see who would come, what interesting events may occur. If he was lucky maybe today would show him some luck after all.

 

[PERSENUS]

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Perenus was not fond of Tatooine but he had little choice. He was running low on credits - all this running and hiding had wrung out his funds. He couldn't stay in one place long, though. He would've come back to smuggling but he could barely afford food and drink, where would he get the money for a ship? Now, the last of his funds were dried out when he came to Tatooine, seeing that the last planet he was on was starting to have a raise of undercover Sith population. However, there was a certain occupation that did cater to his needs.

Dragging five of those local low-lives on the bounty board in, their pay wasn't much individually but certainly was enough to at least get him through until he can buy his way out of Tatooine or sneak aboard another ship. He couldn't stay here long. Bounty hunting is a complicated profession and someone of his caliber and his rather unique description would attract more attention than he wanted. Hopefully, none of these Bounty Hunters were on his bounty. Barged into the cantina, the unconscious criminals falling every few inches as he descended the steps.

"Where is the Guild master here....?" He asked aloud. Eyes turned to him, examining him from head to toe. Perenus shaven-head Echani with tattoos all over his body. On his belted scarf hung a lightsaber and eyes immediately turned away. One sporting fellow answered his inquiry and he gave them a bow, something not characteristic of his people nor himself, but he has gone through humbling times as of late. He continued to pull the bodies across the floor, dragging sand and dust behind them before dropping them before the guildsman.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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Spoiler: Joti's Song

* Dliiing* The sound of a Mandalorian Ehn'briik(A very rare instrument), echoes through the small cantina. The source of this new sound was the Mandalorian woman in one dimly lit corner booth, Sitting with both feet up on the table while she continued to strum the three strings of her unique instrument, Which looked as if it was made from blaster parts. The Mandalorian herself was clad in a dull cream and white flight suit, Faded red Beskar'gam with orange accents, And a dull brown capelette that hung down to her waist all around, Obscuring most equipment she had on her, Save for the Heavily Modified NN-14s strapped to either thigh, And the odd dark metallic Staff that lay against the wall next to her. It was apparent by the way she was absent mindedly enjoying the little tune she played, And the way the song seemed to be halfway done already, That she had been here for some time.

She was, For the most part, Ignoring the busy cantina while lost in her little tune, Until two new figures entered the building, Causing her to look up while still playing. The first figure was exactly the kind of sight she wanted to see out here: A Mandalorian, Clad in dull bronze Beskar'gam, A dashing yellow and black poncho, Similar to what she wore, And the wonderful pattern of Mandalorian Buy'c(Helm) from Concord Dawn. And of course, He was a Bounty Hunter, Ordering a shot of the class Corellian Whisky. Well well, He's got taste.

Then came the next figure, Dragging what looked like live Bounties behind him as he asked for the guild master. The first thing she noticed was his unusual appearance; Shaven, Pale, covered head to toe in unique tattoos, Quite an imposing figure, Though she didn't really care. Just meant that he was a warrior and therefore he'd earned his place in the galaxy, Same as her, same as the other mandalorian and all the hunters here. Then came the lightsaber... The force user, Whoever he may be, Wouldn't be able to feel her emotions like most, As the Neural Band built her helmet effectively canceled out the effects of the force on her mind. As long as she had the helmet on, At least. This meant that the sudden flash of anger and hate at the sight of the Lightsaber remained hidden behind the empty stare of her visor. Still, This newcomer was a Bounty Hunter, Same as herself, That gave her a some small degree of respect for what was essentially, A Co-Worker and Potential partner later down the line.

"Hm..." What's a big force wizard doing hunting bounties out here? Shouldn't he be "Peacekeeping" on some Jedi world? Terrorizing "Less Civilized" cultures in the name of his religion? Or worse, Just slaughtering them in the name of the darkside? It'd be more honest at least... But no, He was a bounty hunter same as her. What misfortune had drove him out here? It almost made her forget the other Mandalorian that had walked in. Speaking of which...

"Hey, Vod!" She calls out with a slight electric undertone through her helm's vocal enhancer.
"When you're done over there, Come have a seat yeah?"

"You too, Big guy."
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She chuckles, Strumming her Ehn'briik again as she returns to her song, Nearly done now. This was shaping up to be an interesting day.

PERSENUS Campion Kast ​

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