Old Wounds

[Anora Vahn]

Catch their breath and heal. Well, that made Anora reached down and absentmindedly touch the spot where he had shot her when all of this began. "Alright...."

She shifted around now to face him, and her fingers drummed against her hips. Honestly, Anora couldn't remember the last time she had nothing to really do. She had gone from working with her folks back home, straight to training and missions with the Jedi. So really, this was a bit out of her league.

"True," she stated about not giving him too many headaches. "If I wanted some kind of revenge, I would have taken it out on your when I was patching you up."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

He looked around the ship at a loss for what to do for the moment. "You didn't happen to see a cantina around did you?" He asked her. Might as well go and get drink since the ship wasn't getting fixed today so there wasn't much point in hanging around the spaceport. Tyran exited the ship and made sure it was locked up good and tight before he left the hangar and followed Anora towards the nearest den for the scum and villainy of Makeb.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"A cantina?" Anora repeated, thinking for a moment before nodding. "Pretty sure I did." She answered then headed off the ship again even though they had just boarded.

She waited until Tyran finished locking up before she made a vague gesture for him to follow along behind her. It wasn't a very long walk, not quite to the clothing store she had gone to. When they reached the cantina, she gestured to it.

"This work?" She questioned him curiously.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

The cantina she'd pointed out was exactly the kind of place Tyran had, had in mind. It was smoke filled and packed to the rafters with all types of seedy looking people. "Yeah, this'll do nicely."

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Of course it will." Anora mused with a shake of the head, but she followed Tyran inside anyhow.

The initial entrance made her squint for a moment, but her eyes adjust quickly enough to the atmosphere. "Alright, you push and I'll follow in your wake." She had leaned in enough for him to hear her, and while she didn't put much space between them, she did lean back away from the side of his head.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

The crowd parted without much urging from Tyran. He was an intimidating sight in his armor after all. He carved a path to the bar for Anora and himself and nodded to the bartender, a old male Gran. "Give me the strongest stuff you have," Tyran said and then nodded to Anora. "Make it two of them."

"Corellian Fire Brandy?" The bartender offered and Tyran nodded. He would have preferred some homebrewed Mandalorian tihaar but he wasn't going to find any of that in this part of the galaxy. The gran produced to glasses and filled them with a neon red liquid and Tyran paid him the rather inflated price for the two drinks before he slid one over to Anora. "Alright, let's see what you're made of girlie." He smirked at her as he downed the drink in one go.

 

[Anora Vahn]

(because mobile SCREWED my post, this will be much less impressive than it was >=[ )

Following Tyran through caused Anora to shake her head. Not that she was complaining of course, it got them to the bar easily enough.

When Tyran ordered for them, Anora frowned a little since she had been about to order herself. So when the glass was handed to her, she studied it then sipped it. A face was made, but she didn't back down. Instead she tipped the glass back and downed the contents. When it was gone, Anora made another face before setting the glass down.

"Ugh, don't think I like that one." She stated, and yet she had drank it.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"After a few more it won't matter if you like it or not." He grinned at her. He motioned for a refill for himself. "So, your parents," He said after downing the second shot. "What are they like? Their personalities as you know them." He said. He needed to know if they'd changed any. Obviously they'd become a little soft if they'd allowed themselves to be discovered, but they'd both once been very sharp when it came to their respective professions.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Let's hope so." Anora stated with a shake of the head. She waved for another drink, and took it much the same way she had the first.

"My parents?" She repeated, then frowned a little. "Well, I mean they're typical parents I guess. Taught my sister and I right from wrong, taught in basics, loved and nurtured us. I mean...I don't know what to say about them, really..."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

He actually laughed at the idea of a thief and a killer teaching their children right from wrong. Then again his parents were killers too but they'd also been farmers who needed the money that mercenary work brought. "Your sister, what's she like?" He knew that she was also training to be a Jedi but not very much else. This was just genuine curiosity on his part, it had nothing to do with his contract for Anora's parents.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"My sister," Anora started, though paused to wave down another drink. "Is apparently madly in love with an ex-sith, with a still sith family." She stated, then waved a hand to dismiss the subject. "Other than that, my sister is off limits."

Despite it all, Anora was still fiercely protective of her little sister, and she didn't want Eenia drug into any more trouble than she was already in.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran nodded his head. "Fair enough," he motioned for another drink. "Not gonna twist your arm about it." Sure sounded like a complicated relationship a Jedi padawan dating an ex-Sith with a still Sith family. That'd probably be like Tyran marrying a pacifist. "So what did your parents do for a living while you were growing up?" He said changing the subject back to his targets. He knew pretty much everything about their past but nothing about their present circumstances.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Well, Tyran had one thing right; Anora didn't care about the latest drink's taste. She tossed it back and set the glass down, but that was enough for her. "They did some farm work, and my mom did repairs on droids and other machinery." She shrugged a shoulder, then turned away from the bar to look at the crowded room. "They were really mundane, Tyran. Kinda boring." She pointed out to him, then stepped away from him to see what she could go and get into the middle of.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran watched her go. He wasn't her minder so she could go and wander around as much as she wanted as long as she didn't cause too much trouble for him. He motioned for another drink and the Gran brought him one. "Where do you Mandalorians put all this stuff?"

Tyran made a noise after downing the drink. "This Corellian stuff is light weight compared to what we have back home."

 

[Anora Vahn]

It didn't take long for Anora to find herself something to do. She had just enough alcohol in her system to not really care a whole lot, and there was enough music to get her moving. And from there? All bets we're off.

It was easy enough to slip in and out of hands that were too grabby it too curious - or both - for their own good, at least for a while. But soon enough Anora seemed to find herself with a dance partner that had no desire to relinquish his hold on her.

More than once the brunette would pull away, and more than once she was grabbed and reeled right back in. Eventually it became a problem, and then the real, noisy fussing between them began.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran had been engrossed in a conversation over WESTAR blaster pistols with an equally drunk Nikto. The Alien's spiny face had drunkenly slammed down into the bar top a few times throughout the conversation making neat little holes in the surface, much to the chagrin of the bar owner. He wasn't keeping track of Anora like he should have but it wasn't too long before he heard the loud scuffle at the back of the establishment. "Shab." He sighed knowing that there was no chance that his wayward Jedi companion wasn't involved.

When he forced his way through the crowd and found that she was struggling to break free of the person she'd been dancing with Tyran looped his arm around the man's neck and forcibly removed him from Anora and hurled him a good distance across the bar. "No mean's no." He said as he stood up straight between Anora and her aggressive dance partner.

"Hey we was having a good time so why don't you go shove your head up an exhaust port or something Mandalorian! She's no concern of yours." The man said as he pulled himself up to his feet and what must have been his group of buddies gathered around him.

"Well the thing is she's kind of traveling with me so she is my concern." Tyran said as his hand dipped down to his blaster holsters on his thighs. "I suggest you all think about what happens next." His voice took on a more intimidating tone.

 

[Anora Vahn]

There was frustration building within Anora, and it was something she was most certainly struggling with. She knew what it looked like when the Dark took hold, and yet she had alcohol pumping through her veins.

Luckily Tyran seemed to find his way to them and got them separated. With her companion between them, Anora hovered close to Tyran's back and glared over his shoulder.

The threat didn't seem to be taken seriously by the offender or his friends, and there was a frustrated "Sorry" from Anora before punches were thrown. Clearly in the hopes that they would get him before he could get blasters unholstered.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Being punched in the face was starting to become a theme for Tyran since he'd pulled Anora into his life. At least this time it wasn't a two and a half meter tall Trandoshan doing the punching. Tyran could handle a few hits from an under developed human with one too many drinks in his system.

Tyran ducked the next punch aimed at him and caught the man with a hard hook to the stomach, which hurt all the more from the added force of the gauntlet covering his hand. The man doubled over and Tyran grabbed him and hurled him into some of his buddies before dodging another attack from his left. This time Tyran charged the attacker and hit him with enough force to lift the man up off the ground and slam him down through one of the thick plasteel tables that littered the cantina.

 

[Anora Vahn]

It was chaos all at once and Anora ducked back when the blows started. With Tyran distracted it seemed to be a perfect opportunity for the original offender to get his hands back on Anora. He grabbed the brunette and yanked her to the side, keeping his eyes on the fight going on.

Anora however had enough. She dug her heels in, and with her connection to the Force unhindered, when she dug in they came to an abrupt halt. A pulse of anger swelled inside of Anora, and she threw her head back, connecting it with the offender's face, the literal force of the blow connected with a sickening crack, and the arms around her went limp just before the body behind her did the same.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Once the fist started flying it wasn't just Tyran, Anora and the group of drunks that started fighting but everyone in the place started fighting. Tyran wasn't even sure if he was hitting the right people anymore and just swung at anyone who got to close to him. People were thrown through tables and windows and the bar owner just had his head on the bar top and appeared to be sobbing.

When all was said and done Tyran was sitting at the bar licking his wounds and holding a rag to his face to stop the bleeding from his lower lip. He looked over at Anora and squinted at her. "All I asked was that you stayed out of trouble, this is not that." He said gesturing to the various people laid out on the floor and what tables remained.