Love is blind, good thing this ain't it (Blind Date by Invitation)

[Dia Eyan]

"Oh, I see. Confidential" Dia said, frowning a bit. "I have pretty much just been training." Dia was hoping the rest of the conversation wouldn't be "confidential"
[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

"What forms have you trained in?" he turned to look at her. He wasn't exactly a great conversationalist. He'd spent much of his time training as a padawan in isolation away from the other children when he were younger. They didn't like him, nor his personality. When he was of age, he had signed up to the military and learned only combat. His social skills were rather lacking when he wasn't asking things about ones combatant skills. And he knew it. Hasjo said to [member="Dia Eyan"] "Excuse me if I am not the greatest conversationalist. It happens when you spend too much time on the frontier." He feigned a smile.

 

[Dia Eyan]

"I haven't done much lightsaber training, only force training. I just started training not long ago, so I don't know much" she said. "It's okay, I understand." She wasn't the best conversationalist either. "So tell me more about yourself Hasjo." [member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

"Perhaps I can teach you a thing or two with the blade, sometime." He offered. He motioned with his hand as he spoke, emphasising that which he spoke about "There isn't too much to say. I've been a member of the Order since I was four. I stayed away from the others in the Order. Spent some time training on Ossus until I was apprenticed by Master Sochi Ru. I served in the navy as a Fleet Commander and Captain. I've never had much of a social life. I see myself as a servant of the Republic, and the people. So I do what I can, where I can."

@[member="Dia Eyan"]

 

[Will Chain]

Will waited patiently for his drink but it seemed he had to meet some conditions before he can do so. "I'm not going to lie, I'm not exactly sure what my date looks like," he said a bit sheepishly.

He's heard the stories of Yuuzhang Vong of course, Wroonians love a good story. There were extra galactic beings they almost took over the galaxy a long time ago but he had no idea what they did now. He wasn't going to hold a species' past against an individual, especially someone he hasn't had the pleasure of meeting yet. He also heard that they were fierce warriors and weren't the most beautiful people in the world. However there are many definitions of beauty and he has never seen a Yuuzhang Vong before. "Could you tell me if a [member="Rakaht Iuoh"] is here and if so can you point me in the right direction?" he asked the barkeep.

[member="Seir'ari"]

 

[Rakaht Iuoh]

[member="Will Chain"]
"Could you tell me if a Rakaht Iuoh is here and if so can you point me in the right direction?"
The Yuuzhan Vong looked to her left, at the Human looking figure. Is this the Wroonian? She wondered. She turned to the man, raising her right hand. "I am Rakaht." She replied briskly. She suddenly felt nervous. It's not like people like me- Or my kind. What's to say he will? She fumbled with her hands, extending her right for the man to shake. "You are very.. Blue. Do all of the Wroonians wear that?"

 

[Will Chain]

[member="Rakaht Iuoh"]
"I am Rakaht."
Will turned around to see his date standing next to him. Life was funny that way. So that's what a Yuuzhang Vong looked like, he thought to himself. She seemed nervous, he can tell from the way fidgeted before she extended her hand for a shake. She also asked, "You are very.. Blue. Do all of the Wroonians wear that?"

The blue skinned man wasn't quite sure what exactly her customs were so he simply reached out and shook her hand with a firm grasp. Will was also a little nervous but he hide it well under his charm. "The clothes are of my own choosing but we are all very much blue," he replied then his yellow eyes looked into hers and said, "My name is Will and it is a pleasure to meet you."

 

[Nyxie]

Solan Charr sat in a booth in the bar, his eyes scanning over the other patrons that were here while he waited for [member="Xyhn-Tuhros"], the woman that would be his date whoever it was. A Name didnt really tell him much but that wasnt something to truly worry about so he sat and waited while he drank from the glass of Mandalorian wine he had become accustomed to over the past year, it was a good drink that provided a strong taste to it.

Tuhros finally arrived to the cruiser only a little late, but cordial. S/he had been shuttled in from Mandalore and the trip was rather long and unamusing, but s/he sought some form of entertainment within his/her life. She was dressed today in an elegant but less-than-formal cobalt robe reminiscent of a fantasy video game's sorceress outfit. Her body was shifted much more mature than usual for the occasion, but not so much that it had met up with the middle-agedness of the dragon's own. Perhaps a bit pretentious, her bust and hourglass figure was made quite commanding of attention to ensure the attraction of the other sex, and the robe certainly did not work against this effect. Her hair was long and a glistening aquamarine, nothing the likes of which had been seen in any one other human species, and dressed in an elegant top roll with cobalt-beskar hair pins, a well-swept fringe and that signature false pink lily pinned to the side. Finally, the young woman arrived at the booth where her pairing was said to await.
"You must be [member="Solan Charr"]," she apathetically stated. "I am Tuhros of Aliit Xyhn... a fine choice in wine you have."
A faint, humble smile crossed the lady's lips. At least she'd gotten someone with similar tastes and hopefully similar ideology.

 

[Maya Carrick]

The sweet voice reached Avreet's ear canal, catching his attention. The left eye swiveled to the side and noticed a pink skinned woman, definitely a Zeltron. The amphibious alien slowly turned in her direction and walked up to her while she drank...whatever that stuff was, Avreet had little idea since he did not drink alcohol. Both of his big fishy eyes now focused on her as he spoke, his tone polite and calm. "Excuse me, mistress, I presume you are [member="Maya Whitelight"]? My deepest apologiest for not finding you sooner, this is my first... date, and I am not familiar with being in places like this as a customer...surrounded by those who enslave sentient beings." The last part came almost as a whisper, the Mon Cal felt deep distaste for slavers of all kinds. In his opinion, slavery was a relic of the past and had no place in the modern galaxy and society. But what could one wish for when the only government that attempted to make the galaxy a better place to live lied in ruins? "I would have preferred something more... civilized," he added in a slightly raspy voice typical for his species and glanced around for a brief moment before his piercing gaze returned to the pink skinned woman, "My name is Avreet Zatarus, mistress. Former Knight of the Sith Empire, currently working with a humanitarian organization helping poor people struck by the war." The amphibious being introduced himself with a slight bow, his barbel quivering as he did so, still standing instead of taking a seat. He doubted the bar served anything he would drink, so unless his date required him to get something, he'd pass. The Sith messanger, despite being experienced in the arts of the Dark Side, had no experience with romance, making him feel awkward.

I am her, its a pleasure to you, Avreet Zatarus, Letting him go more into depth of who he was or wasn't any more, letting her listen skills take over now. It only took a few to put a another smile this one was quite bold. The information was be on better then she would have thought. Taking another few sips, as to what be told. I'm kind of in the same kind of helping business, I in the underworld of smuggling but I picky with who I take these jobs with or what kind of jobs they are. Im one for never staying one place its better that way. So want to find us a seat some where. [member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

A smuggler? Avreet had to admit, he had not expected his date to be a criminal scum. The fact that she had forgotten to mention her Force sensitivity also did no good to the first impression. Slightly frowning upon the relevation, his expression quickly changed back to neutral and he smiled. "Indeed," he said and waved his webbed hand towards a lone table accompanied by two chairs, a nice place the two could chat without anyone overhearing their conversation, "We could sit over there and have more privacy..." One of his eyes swiveled to take a quick glance at the bartender, then just as swiftly returned to look at the pink humanoid. "What forced you to the life of crime, if I may ask? Such a beautiful young woman as yourself shouldn't get into that kind of dangerous business. And you're a Force sensitive too..." His voice nonchalantly trailed off as he turned around and ordered a bottle of wine and two wine glasses, upon being given what he wanted the Mon Calamari placed a few credits on the bar and slowly paced towards the table, where he set the glasses and the wine down before offering [member="Maya Whitelight"] a place to sit and taking a seat opposite of her.

 

[Aithne Charr]

"Aliit? So you are Mandalorian, i must say it is a pleasure to meet you miss Miss Tuhros. Your name is quite interesting though, i dont recall ever hearing it before. And yes, the wine is certainly a good choice in comparison to other things, much more so than Alderaanian vintages." Her smiled, glancing over her only once, and even then at a quick rate so to not be insulting by staring too long but not too quickly that it seemed like she was nothing special. He himself was in a much... less formal way in which he dressed. Instead of a suit he wore simple yet finer robes, a light tanish in color. His hair while pushed back and kept as neat as he could still had a bit of a mess to it even though he tried to get around it. "Well, where shall we begin." [member="Xyhn-Tuhros"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Finding herself sitting across from him now, only to have time to ponder her next, feeling this one out, as to what he said was true about her being force sensitive this one didn't miss anything. Criminal did he just call her that showing a frown upon her lips, lending forward to rest her hand upon her chin. Then there was the pretty thing just made her blush brightly. Yes, I'm force sensitive a little, I guess not all is what seem, I'm smuggler for my father, but there a rule that this one has moral, I dislike slavers, I dislike, those that kill just for spots, this one don't like just sitting on her hands like any other pretty lady.

Taking a sip that had been pour to her, she where yes to met people, to know what kind of darkness was out there. Feeling more of the room out, to just what kind had came here for this blind date. I must say its bold to tell someone of being Knight of Sith Empire, never know who running around here or even your date could, be I just happen to be fresh leaving the Jedi Order on Coursent, for personal reason other thing following the force. Yes the life I live is a dangerous one but a righteous one. [member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Juggerduck]

Ploog entered the Boorish Bantha and immediately started bobbing his head in time to the beat, his three trunks keeping excellent time. He had no decription of his date, [member="Texam Halion"], apart from the fact that she was Mandalorian and female, and had no idea how to find her. But Ploog had been an officer of the law in another life, and knew his way around an investigation. Sometimes you needed to be slow and quiet, and sometimes you needed to get to the point.

And so it was that 9'7" of Cragmoloid made his way to the DJ platform. Ploog didn't even need to raise his head to speak to the fellow mixing the tunes. "Good music!" he called out to the stunned, pale Human man with the blonde dreadlocks. Wide-eyed, the young man nodded. "Hand Ploog your microphone and stop the music for a moment." The Cragmoloid held out his enormous hand. Without hesitation, the DJ complied.

The dancing crowd roared their disappointment at the sudden silence, though those that had followed Ploog to the DJ stand knew something was going on.

"Hello," said Ploog, speaking into the microphone and waving with his free hand. "Ploog is looking for Texam Halion. Texam Halion, please report to the DJ stand. Thank you." He handed the mic back to the DJ, who started a new song immediately, though his attention continued to be focused on the monster beside him.

 

[Rakaht Iuoh]

[member="Will Chain"]

She felt relieved. "The clothes are of my own choosing but we are all very much blue," Said the man. "My name is Will and it is a pleasure to meet you."
Her hand moved back to it's original position, and she nodded. "Yes." Is all she said, looking him over. He is strange. She thought. This decrepit ship was worrying her, For some reason, It just didn't feel right in here. She moved backwards, almost tripping on a barstool, and stumbling back even more. This would most likely draw some people's attention. "Sorry." She said to nobody in particular.

 

[Seir'ari]

'Decrepit', his blueberry-tinted ass. Sarri ignored the hypocrisy in the room as a few individuals were claiming to be 'good' and 'righteous' when those 'couples' were the only free people in the bar. Everybody else was just about as 'free' as that piece of furniture that Rakaht nearly broke her tailbone over. The slaver narrowed his remaining eye from under the visor and wondered how much property damage was going to be caused due to the amount of people having crazy antics despite not yet touching a bottle.

But hey, him just being here in general meant that he was filling his 'sociability' quota. As long as they have a 'good time', then he'd get the attention of the more frugal spenders in this district.

Still there was someone who was already getting the heebie-jeebies at his bar and she hadn't even been in here for ten minutes. He picked up the drink meant for [member="Will Chain"], the ale promised to him if he found his partner, and opted to temporarily remove his helmet so that he didn't seem as intimidating as he moved to approach both him and [member="Rakaht Iuoh"]. His expression was rather calm and his voice even-tempered, figuring that snapping at the woman for being unable to control her stools wouldn't fare well.

"Your drink. As I said, free of charge with your tchin." Sarri offered the glass to Will, knowing that by putting himself between them he was interrupting something. He turned his head to look at the woman, or rather, through her, as the drink was being handled, silently daring her with his posture to address the elephant in the room. "Somezing zi matter?"

 

[The Plague Doctor]

The Plague Doctor arrived at the 'Boorish Bantha'. "What a strange name for an establishment." He muttered, opening the door, and walking in. The interior of the ship was much nicer then he thought, judging from the outside. There were tables, A bar at the far end, It looked lively. Which, He guessed, Was a trick. It may not have been, But who goes on blind dates?

He strode over to the bar, pushing a few people out of his way. He pulled out a barstool, and sat down. Go on, They said. It'll be fun, They said.. Yeah, It was sure fun sitting in a bar, far from his research.

So. Much. Fun.

[member="Zoey Marix"]

 

[Texam Halion]

Texam coughed on her Corellian Prospector when a deep booming voice called for her on the speakers. Was that the person she was supposed to be meeting? Well, calling her up to the DJ stand wasn't embarrassing at all. Nevertheless, she took one last swig of her drink and made her way through the dance floor. A few people ran into her and fell backward when they hit her armor. They gave her dirty looks. She just glared back at them and kept walking. Finally, the DJ stand was before her. That's when Texam noticed the huge Cragmoloid standing next to it. She scratched the back of her head slightly. "Um.....Yeah. I'm Tex. And I'm guessing your Ploog?" She yelled to him above the music.
[member="Ploog"]

 

[Will Chain]

Will watched as [member="Rakaht Iuoh"] nearly tripped over a bar stool. His yellow eyes were colored with worry. She seemed uncomfortable. The owner then poured him the glass he was promised, asking if there was a problem. "Well, this might help," Will replied with a last smile to the barkeep before he went to attend to his date.

With one hand on the glass, he stretched out the other hand to her. "Would you be more comfortable in a booth, miss? Somewhere else maybe?" he asked, his voice laced with charm and eyes tainted with kindness.

 

[Darth Veles]

"Indeed," the Mon Cal muttered as he poured wine into both glasses while listening to his companion. He could definitely get behind her distaste for slavers and various psychopaths. And pirates. Those people did not belong in the galaxy, and Avreet could only hope the future would be free of them. He's certainly been doing his best to protect freedom while enforcing order when needed. Nostalgically remembering the safety of the Empire, where one could go out at night without any fear of being robbed, where merchant ships needed no escort, Avreet allowed these memories cast a gentle smile on his face. Her words of his boldness quickly brought him back, the smile remained though. Filling his glass with the same ammount of wine as he had poured into her glass, the amphibious Sith put the bottle aside. The confession of leaving the Jedi surprised him just a little bit; had [member="Maya Whitelight"] been a Jedi right now, she would have attacked the first time he mentioned his origins. This meeting had a potential of being quite pleasant.

"Bold? Why is that? I have nothing to be ashamed of. I am no murderer and my Imperial and Sith origin is not a crime. We have lost the war, yes, but that does not make me a criminal either. Some might view me unfavorably in the Republic, but that is all they can do." The Mon Cal stated and curiously looked into the woman's eyes, "Why did you leave the Jedi, if I may ask? I thought they were the only righteous force in the universe. Always on the right side, always so pure, with holy right to violently murder anyone in the name of peace and intolerance," he added with clear sarcasm in his voice. Taking the glass, Avreet raised it. "For peace and freedom."

 

[Juggerduck]

Ploog looked down at [member="Texam Halion"]. "Yes, Ploog is Ploog," he said matter-of-factly. "And since you swung over, that'd make you Texam Hallion. Pleased to meet you! The inviation Ploog received said your hobbies include restrained sexual activity and the hunt, and that you were excited to meet Ploog. To be honest, Ploog has never done this sort of thing before, so didn't include any mention of his own sexual preferences, but it's certainly something we can discuss. Would you like a drink? And maybe we could find a place with enough room to sit? Unless you'd prefer to dance?"

The DJ leaned over. "Can you two maybe go away now? No offense, but people are staring and you're harshing my vibe, chum."