Hiding

[Andanian Ategann]

Endless days of running from a new legion of bounty hunters, who seem to have taken a liking to Andanian's bounty, no matter how small it might seem. It seemed to the young imperial runaway that bounty hunters might care a bit less about credits and more for the thrill of the hunt sometimes. Or perhaps they just wished to impress high-ranking Sith.

Needless to say, Andanian Ategann was far more cautious as to where he decided to frequent. Trips to the cantina had to be quick, and if he enjoyed a drink, it would have to be alone, if he could. A few days had passed since he began his work for the Galactic Alliance, continuing to smuggle goods between Alliance worlds with his hot rod of a freighter in order to "pay off" his old allegiance to the Empire and prove he wasn't a spy. It was difficult gaining the trust of this group of rebels, but they were coming around for him. They didn't seem as much like terrorists anymore to him. There was still a certain...value to them that was worth admiring.

This time, Andanian found himself docking his freighter at an old spaceport on the fourth moon of the Bestine system, where a small town of rural, country folk who proudly flew the Alliance banner offered their full allegiance in exchange for some luxurious foods and a few energy shields for self-defense. There were certainly enough blasters around. It occurred to Andanian that this particular island on the aqua blue world made mostly of water and sparse archipelagos was not quite as well-developed technology-wise. They didn't seem to follow as much politics as the rest of the galaxy did. As such, many had no idea of the bounty on Andanian's head, so the auburn-haired young man, for once, felt he could rest easy in this town.

Kicking his boots up on a table in the local cantina, Andanian lifted a glass of "beer", as the locals called it, to his lips. It tasted foul for the first few drops, but the young man could see why these backwater islanders liked it so much. It had a unique, almost rusty flavor. The cantina itself was not very busy at all. Not a lot of travellers stopped by on this small island. There wasn't a lot of reason to, unless it was to shop at the farmer's market for fresh produce and other locally-manufactured goods.

As for Andanian, this backwater island felt like a good place to relax for a bit. With nobody in town running around scanning individuals and looking for young imperial natives to take home in carbonite, Andanian laid his head back against the back of the chair he sat in, leaned back a bit as well, and let out a comfortable sigh.

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[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Quinn was there on break but she could not think of anything better to do than get drunk so she headed for the cantina running into a few people along the way but people were nice to her probably because she pretty. She walks into the cantina and takes a look about before walking up and taking a seat beside the man

"Give me some whiskey please."

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[Andanian Ategann]

Andanian's head snapped up, his goggle falling over his eyes clumsily as the pretty blonde-haired girl sat across from him. Willingly. I'm dreaming, aren't I? He thought to himself as he sat up straighter. He was a bit afraid to speak, figuring she might have been another roughneck from this side of the galaxy who hated anyone with an Imperial accent with a passion by default. "Uh...you're talking to me, aren't you? Just...asking a stranger to buy you a drink?" he asked skeptically.

This is a trap, isn't it? She's a gorgeous bounty huntress who wants to get me wasted and whisk me away straight into the Empire's clutches again.

"Huh...normally i'm the one who asks to buy pretty women a drink, but...sure. Let's have some fun here in the middle of galactic nowhere!" he said, his imperial accent really beginning to show. He waved the bartender over, who brought over two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey, which wasn't quite what Andanian meant. "Hey, I mean just for-"

The bartender, an older-looking rodian, seemed to grin across his strange, alien mouth and wink, "It's on the house, flyboy" he said, turning and returning to his position behind the bar.

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