Private Long Memory

[Vaux Gred]

Vaux sat there in some a CIS bar after some Karjr work. She was paid, but in all honesty she wanted to get out as soon as she could. She only took this gig to help her clan, get some credits and the occasional ship for the fleet, and get into neutral space as quick as her TwinTail would take her. This time though she couldn’t get clearance to leave until the next day, and since Mig Gred made her promise not to break any rules... that she wasn’t already allowed to break for her job there.

Either way she was there, stuck for the night, but she wouldn’t let it go to waste. So she was getting a drink. The young pilot sat down, looking at everyone with a slightly wary eye before sitting down. It wasn’t some Outer Rim shack, it was somewhere some CIS officials, so to say she was on edge was an understatement. Either way, she simply asked for the strongest thing they had, guessing it’d be able to at least give her a buzz. She laid her helmet on the bar, and her revolver, electro-whip, and that stolen Sith lightsaber were still on her belt. She just didn’t feel safe there.

Aselia Verd

 

[Aselia Verd]

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D R I N K S​

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Where: A bar in CIS space​

Wearing: Beskar'gam​

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A couple of heavy footfalls echoed into the room as Aselia entered the bar, the trip back to Naboo from the front lines of the Confederate push into former OPA space was not exactly a quick trip and she decided she had been strapped into her ship for far too long and needed to stretch her legs. The black colored armor was contrasted sharply by the crimson cape that hung from her shoulders, fixing her eyes on the bar she reached up and removed her helmet as she started over, strawberry blonde hair falling back into its proper place now free of its confinement in the helmet once she had arrived at the bar she sat the helmet down on it and waved the bartender over before ordering her a drink, rather than sit she just turned and leaned back against the bar and slowly scanned the crowded bar it was always good to keep attention on your surroundings especially these days.​

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When the drink hit the bar with a soft thud she turned enough to grab the glass, raising it toward the bartender with a nod before taking a gentle sip from the glass. Everyone was traveling to somewhere else, that was obvious but some withered more under her gaze than others no doubt fear of Mandalorians more than anything, though there was one who seemed out of place and itching to leave, one Vaux Gred she was uknown to her but she seemed to be more than ready to leave. For now though her gaze moved on, not wanting to spook anybody as she brought the glass again to her lips and took a long sip.​

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[Vaux Gred]

Vaux looked at the bartender as they brought a glass and battle around, sighing a little before speaking up. "That's the strongest you've got? Here's credits for the whole thing then." She put some more credits down, and one Mon Calamari flan. She then quickly poured a glass and took a drink. Wasn't tihaar, but it'd due. She poured another before noticing the other Mandalorian that had shown up just after her. Her silver eyes flicked over, noting the armor that the curious person wore. Pretty standard armor compared to Vaux's own flight suit. Black and dark grey with a red cape. Stood out. Interesting. She'd gotten too use to hiding.

"Is it that obvious I don't belong here, tat (Concordian Mando'a similar to Vod), or am I just that interesting?" Vaux leaned back a little drinking the second glass as she looked on. She instinctually tapped a button on her gauntlet to turn on her helmet recorder, just in case. It wasn't that she wanted to not trust the new-to-her Mando, but.... Old memories died hard. She looked again, not quite recognizing the signet on the armor. That would help right now. Either way, she wanted at least some answers from the person. So she bit her tongue, knowing what she'd have to do for those answers.

"Name's Vaux, clan Gred. You?"

 

[Aselia Verd]

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D R I N K S​

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Where: A bar in CIS space​

Wearing: Beskar'gam​

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She turned her head slightly to Vaux and flashed her a winning smile as she spoke up "Not strong at all, but enough of it will make up for it trust me." Aselia listened with interest as Vaux Gred spoke and questioned her about how she had picked her out of the crowd no doubt. She just smiled and took another drink. "No great mystery there vod, you look as nervous as a jedi padawan in a room full of Sith." she held out a gauntlet covered hand to her. "Aselia, Clan Verd."​

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Regardless if she accepted the hand or not Aselia would pull her hand back and shrug, "Just passing through myself before heading back to Naboo. I am guessing you are not a regular in confederate space if you are in such a hurry to leave." she lifted a hand and waved over the bartender again and he brought her another glass. She returned her current glass to the bar so it could be taken away. "It's a bit of a trip, so needed to hydrate a bit ya know?" she grinned a bit as 'hydration' was not exactly what was going on right now.​

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[Vaux Gred]

Vaux tilted her head, wondering how the fellow Mandalorian knew so well how watered down the strong stuff was. Either way, she kept listening as Aselia explained how she picked her out. A Padawan in a room full of Sith?! Did she really look that obvious? Though when the Mando mentioned she was Verd, the pilot tensed just a little.

“That obvious? Well.... I honestly don’t feel safe in CIS space. I was here for a job, and that was it. And yeah, I’m not a usual visitor to the Confederacy.” She looked at her new drinking buddy, enjoying some new “hydration” herself. Vaux managed to chuckle a little this time, sighing some as she stopped.

“I guess more hydration doesn’t hurt the night before a trip. At least I can enjoy more of it.” She slowly poured another glass, her mind going to her trip.

Aselia Verd