Return of the Average Bar Thread

[Beowoof]

(In the tradition of the Average Bar Thread.)


Anteluma, Commenor

Another day of university studies, another day of work. Unfortunately, Chandelle had failed to complete all her homework for tomorrow, so she reluctantly was going to have to spend her downtime at the Average Bar reading up on things she found boring and unproductive to her precious brain space. She felt like an old model computer struggling to handle the more modern files that just kept getting larger and larger.

The barkeep jangled her keys to the backdoor in sync with the clink of her dogtags clapping against each other with each step towards the cantina, striding past the typical squad of spaced-out losers doing spice next to the dumpsters. She could never fathom why someone would be desperate enough to do something that they would subject themselves to such odors, and she shook her head with disdain as she unlocked the door and stepped up to the raised threshold.

The redhead had hardly shut the door behind her before she was greeted by her cigarra-wielding boss. "How's Chenni's Cantina?" he probed abruptly.

Chandelle blinked. "Wha-?"

"Yeah. I heard you were hangin' at Chenni's 'cross the street last night. From a reliable source." He bent his eyes towards his cigarra and tapped a finger against it to let some loose chars flutter to the floor.

The bartender put her hands to her hips. "And what was your reliable source doing there?" She rolled her eyes. "I may work for you, but just 'cause Chenni's your competition doesn't mean I can't go chill with some friends when they wanna meet there."

"Maybe. And maybe today I take a bigger chunk out of your tip earnings." He stuck the cigarra into his mouth and chewed on it thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling. "I know you been pocketing somethin' extra on the side last week."

Chandelle scooted on past the burly, hairless man and heaved her backpack into her locker. "Yeah, yeah. You're so above board here. They oughtta make you a saint down the road at the church." She pulled her white tank top down to just above her navel and punched in for work.

"Gettin' a little tired of your attitude, 'Delle."

"I know, but who ya going to replace me with?" She clipped her keys to a belt loop and pushed open the door to the barroom.

"Someone who didn't join a damn hot shot squadron, that's fer sure." He thrust his smoker hand her way with a judgmental jab, fingers still curled around the half-cooked cigarra.

"Yeah, you're prolly right." And with that, the ginger barkeep closed the door behind her and established her usual position on top of the bar counter, sitting with her back against the far wall and stretching her legs across lengthwise. She procured her datapad and began mindlessly scrolling through digital textbooks and waiting for her first patrons to arrive.

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

The first patron looked a little too ready for something to happen. And looked literally blue but, enough with the puns. Walking in curiously with a lovely arsenal of holstered weapons, he looked here to get money from someone, rather than an average patron. Either way, it was clear what he was from his outfit of Endor rebel trench coat and uniform: A Rebel. The Twi'lek walked around elegantly, as if his feet never met the ground. It was strange, since he was wearing boots to accompany the Endor attire. As quiet as can be, the two Dl-44's rested in their holsters, while the Bowcaster rested on his back, an EMP launcher relaxed under the coat, trigger and handle poking out. He'd sent a hand to the back of his head, rubbing his neck and lekkus, while looking at the girl. "Place gotta be a graveyard, huh? Only angels visit those." He'd flirt, but shrugged, going to sit down casually, looking at her "What do you serve here?" He questioned.

 

[Beowoof]

It was no odd sight in this galaxy to see armed individuals entering buildings, especially cantinas. In fact, it was pretty much an everyday, perfectly normal occurrence. But this twi'lek seemed particularly decked out with weaponry. And who knew what kind of heat he was packing under that jacket? Chandelle lowered her body and raised an eyebrow, sliding down to her feet on the business side of the bar and leaning her elbows on the counter to face her customer.

"Angels, huh." She had heard all sorts of pickup lines and less subtle compliments over her days working at the Average Bar, but it wasn't every day one heard it coupled with a mention about cemeteries. But, hey, she had yet to do anything interesting and was already getting flirtatious remarks, so she might as well milk it. She leaned further in, dogtags dragging across the shiny surface of the counter while her neckline fell for a gratuitous view. "Well, we're the only cantina on this side o' Commenor that's carried Corellian whiskey consistently, even when it was pretty rare after the disaster. It's still pricey but you can't go wrong with it if you got the creds. Otherwise, we got seven local beers on tap, if you want to sample stuff from our regional breweries. We got Cap'n Whiskers, Taanab gin, Mantellian brandy... Pretty much all the things you'd expect.

"House mix is called the Rockhopper if you're looking for tangy and nasty hard." She cocked her head to the side and dribbled her fingers absently against the bar top.

[member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

It was strange. Caelen had seen alot, but he never really went to a bar, or cantina. Either way, even he expected this kind of service. So he did himself a favor, and only focused on her face, leaning back just a bit as he shrugged. "House mix then." He shrugged along with it his hand moving down to a pocket. He'd feel the credits and nod. "How much is that?" He questioned, still watching her, and glancing about from time to time "And, are you always this friendly with your customers? Not that I really mind, you're cute and all but."

 

[Beowoof]

The redhead nodded and turned to fetch three bottles from off the shelf. "It's six credits, but if you don't like it I'll fill you up a replacement of another drink." She gently set the bottles on the counter before retrieving a tall glass, then began pouring the drinks in with an exaggeratedly strained expression on her face, filling it nearly to the brim before dropping a single ice cube straight down with a nearly perfectly vertical splash. The drink fizzed a little extra before the cube bobbed up to the surface, and Chandelle slid the drink towards the twi'lek.

As she returned the bottles of various alcoholic brews to the shelves, she answered the man's question. "I could be mean and prudish, but then people don't really tip you much, ya know," she confessed. She then returned to lean over the counter and smirked. "But I guess I can get all frowny on you if that's what you want me to do?" Subtly but with purpose, she took her dogtags in hand and slowly tucked them down her top.

[member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

He'd shrug and nod, agreeing with her. "True. I would never make it as a bar-tender, really. Good on you for having the patience. You're also good looking, so that's also a good thing for you. Ever get tired of this life, miss?" He'd ask, looking at the drink, before sipping it. It was okay. The first bit of alcohol he's hand in a while, yet he admired the stronger taste to it. "Nah, don't get frowny. Just don't act like a shutta please and thanks. Not that you are right now, but yeah. You seem okay." He'd state, looking behind him. "Is there a no guns policy? Most of the places I go to don't allow me walking in like this. Thanks, by the way. What's your name?" Tercept did not seem fond of 'orderly questions' or just sticking to one question. "Yeah, sorry for the questions too. All there is to conversation for right now, I guess."

 

[Beowoof]

This guy seemed awful loaded with questions; maybe even a bit self-conscious. His behavior was not really what she would label as shifty, however, so she assumed no alarm. "No worries..." she replied, noting his request to not "act like a shutta" and taking it a little pointedly. She stood up nervously to pull at her collar and hide her cleavage more. "You married, Mister?" she mumbled, not exactly wanting him to hear the question.

"Handguns are alright, but your bigger stuff is supposed to go in the corner over there." She pointed in the opposite corner from the restroom. "But it's just you an' me right now."

The bartender continued to fumble a bit with her tank top, trying to ironically reduce the sexiness she had dressed specifically to emphasize. "My name's Chandelle, and yeah, I get tired of this. 'Specially with school going on at the same time." She pushed herself back up onto the bar with her legs hanging off the ledge. "I used to fly for the Starfighter Corps when the Republic was still around. Rest in peace..."

[member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

He'd nod, casually sipping the drink as he listened to her. He didn't really seem to care for her at this moment. In fact, he wasn't watching her. He seemed to be looking at the drink and the bar. Due to the silence, he probably heard it, glancing up to her. He only made clear of some of it. Fortunately, he heard 'You' and that was it. "Huh?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Dismissing it, he raised his eyebrow. "School. Huh. That's nice. Alot of work. Good on you." He nodded, while never met her before, he had a sense of being proud towards her for handling all this. "I'll save you the trouble if your boss or, whoever you work for heads in. That is, if you don't own this yourself." Standing up, he turned, and the scars on his lekku's were more noticeable now, since you could see them. He'd put them down, looking back at her. "Chandelle. Huh. I like it. Names Caelen Tercept. Rebel Private and whatnot." He shrugged, giving a half smirk as he returned, going to take a sip. "You're a jack of all trades, huh? Pilot, Schooler, and bartender. You're alot." He'd say, leaning forward. He seemed more interested now.

 

[Beowoof]

He seemed discombobulated, or lost in thought for a period, just staring into his drink. The barkeep found it inconsistent with his previous, more curious behavior, and she wondered if her question about marriage had churned up some bad memories. When he replied, it didn't exactly improve the sudden mood shift, his comments largely indifferent until he decided to put away his weapons. It was all like he had just spaced out for a moment. "...Thanks," she responded, unsure if his compliments were honest.

Expanding upon the curiosity that was this particular patron, Chandelle noticed the twi'lek's prominent scars in the dim light cast by the viewscreens flashing their sports broadcasts. She had no clue about lekku and all that, but she imagined that whatever produced the incision had to be intensely painful. Guardedly, she allowed a tinge of sympathy for the man to sink in. "Don't worry about my boss. He's a kriff and I don't mind breaking a few rules when he's not around."

Her thoughts were soon to be bombarded with more questions and even a brief touch of paranoia upon mention of the word 'rebel'. The term was controversial these days--or it always had been, and most Alliance people had been shy if not completely mum about speaking of the subject to just anyone. Was he here to recruit people? She decided to quickly bring the war subject up and get that out of the way. "My fighter pilot days are gone with the Republic. Was fun and all, but I never got deployed." The redhead glanced down at her thumbs, twiddling them or a second or two. "Wouldn't you know it, a few weeks after I was discharged the whole damn war broke out.

"Not much more than a bush pilot now. Fighting's not really talked about these days." She raised an eyebrow, hoping to key him to talk a little more about his rebellion...

[member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

He smiled. He seemed to genuinely enjoy this conversation, finishing his drink and looking at her once more, pulling out the six credits needed, and a few extra for her. He gave her about ten extra "Is this enough to keep talking with you or? And alright, consider me worry free I guess. And, that's stupid. I fly too, but I much prefer infantry and whatnot, purely because I like showing my worth to jedi. I like showing them up. Or just, showing that a gunner can do just the same to a sith as a jedi can. And, you got anyone special?" He inquired about her, raising an eyebrow. "Surely someone's waiting for you at home. With the looks and skills you got, men are probably clawing to court ya. Or, you got someone waiting on you back home. And hey, a pilots still a pilot in my book, really." He once again, gave a half smile, brushing one of his lekku's back behind him. "And, I can see why. Fighting's a subject not many want. Either way...I'll talk about it if no one's against it."
[member="Chandelle Immelmann"]

 

[Beowoof]

Her eyes widened at the more-than-generous tip, stuttering a bit as she reluctantly accepted. "Y-yeah, that's... fine. I mean, ol' Crudgins often just comes down here to talk for free..." The redhead gently scooped up the money and shoved six into the change drawer and tossed an extra two into a jar before pocketing the remainder. "I don't mind talking. And nah, I've had a few boyfriends but never anything too steady. This is my home for what it's worth.

"I didn't know the Rebellion was still running, to be honest. Nothing's been the same since the Republic was choked to death, but at least the Sith are gone from these parts." So what exactly was being rebelled against way out here, anyway? "Life's quieter now; nothing's really taken back control and Commenor is mostly independent. You might see a few propaganda posters lingering from when Lasedri was in charge, but that's it."

Suddenly the thought crossed her mind. Rebellions and all that. "...Lasedri's not back, is she?"

[member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

"I'd expect you to have some experience under your belt." He chuckled just a bit, before shaking his head. "You really need it more than me, hun. I got what I need for now, and that's that." He'd lean back, before realizing there was no back, he'd quickly lean forward again, laughing as he was embarrassed with himself. "Eh...Sorry. And yeah, isn't that thankful. And, while I am apart of the rebellion...I'm, really more of a loner. I know, edgy. But it's true. I don't like taking orders if they're some chitty orders. Ones that take more lives than save. But mostly, I kinda just obey. And...Eh. I don't like quiet. Life on endor was just that, save for the occasional ewok attack of whatever, life there was just too silent for me. I hightailed out as soon as I can, and did what my father did, which was rebel like a teenager. This is uh...Actually his uniform. I prefer it over anything really. Means a lot. But, that's my life story. Hopefully yours isn't as sad?" He asked, and hearing that name...He didn't remember. So he shrugged, and lowered his head "I eh...Haven't really been 'in' the Rebellion long. I've been rebelling since I was younger, but never joined anything official. Sorry if they meant something to ya. What did you ask before? Or, say under your breath. Didn't really hear it."

 

[Switch]

Switch stood still for a moment to catch her breath, keeping an ear out for trouble as hasty footfalls sounded their approach. Several seconds seemed to drift on forever, and the breath froze in her chest when a series of falling cans stirred up some local animal. Drawing her hands into tight fists, the slicer silently cursed her own stupidity. What kind of amateur leaves their blaster back in their hotel? It was no wonder those milk-drinkers tried to screw her over.

Stupd, stupid, STUPID!

With both her payday and her good spirits lost to her, the winded brunette fished a sleek, colorful datapad from the pouch at her left hip. Turning down the effect of her goggles for just a moment, the woman set her practiced digits to work as she checked on the progress of her download. The slicer had been hired to stand outside of some building, her own device meant to bounce another slicer's signal in a sort of alleyoop around some tough, but clunky security. She hadn't counted on some pack of thugs hitting her up for credits, the idea that a brutish, almost cartoonish posse had forced her to flee was no small blow to the woman's pride.

A muted beep shook Switch from her thoughts, covered eyes shrinking to angry slits in the brilliant blue luminescence of her interface. The cool glow eliminated any shadows from her features, a quivering, bloodied lip vanishing between her teeth as she held a frustrated sound deep in her throat.

ninety-seven percent... I almost... Security locking her datapad, Switch shoved the device back into her pouch, her knees giving out beneath her and her arms coming up to cradle her head.

Switch wanted to scream. She wanted to cry like a spoiled child, to swing her fists and stomp her feet. She wanted sucker punch the first poor soul to cross her path. She wanted to kill that pisser with the crooked grin who thought she was some lost girl on the street.

Most of all she just wanted a drink.

Bringing a cigarette up to her lips, the fuming brunette fingered the activator on her pocket-sized lighter as she chewed on the unlit stick. It wasn't exactly what she wanted right now, but it would certainly help. It was either that, or sit here and wait for her dropped shoulders to quit shaking.

"Okay... okay." She took a long, untainted breath, before spitting out the cigarette for some desperate bum to find. She pinched her eyes closed before lifting her goggles, pulling a sleeve across her face to remove any moisture that could be seen, ignoring the sting when she pressed the darkened, circular blotch where her goggles had really dug into the right side.

Setting the accessory back into place, the slicer took a quick scan of the alley she found herself in, relieved that nobody had seen her display. Returning herself to her feet, she took a moment or two to brush any dust off her brown cargoes, tugging the legs down until they covered the tops of her armored boots. As she began to walk, the woman busied herself attempting to tug her black, form-fitting long sleeved shirt back down over her toned abdomen, the snug fit of the material causing it to ride up during her sprint. Satisfied when she nearly managed to eliminate any view of the pale flesh above her belt, the goggled slicer took a glance around the street to see where she was.

After about a minute of walking, Switch found herself with two establishments to choose from. The one on her left was a place called Chenni's Cantina, a nice enough looking place that already seemed to be getting some respectable through traffic. Just a short ways down the street on the right side was a more understated joint, the aptly named Average Bar seeming to be all but empty when she looked in. Deciding that suited her mood much better, the woman squared her shoulders, took a breath, and walked in.

Taking stock of the local color through the dull, orange hue of her necessary eye wear, Switch spotted a single patron. The blue Twi'lek was armed to the teeth, a detail that served only to remind the slicer over her recent blunder. The only other soul she could spot was a woman about her age, with brilliant red hair and dressed for tips. The two seemed to be hip deep in some conversation or another, and for just a moment, a childish fear of intruding on it froze her gait. It was only for a moment, however, and in just a few seconds the woman took a spot just a bit away from the pair, leaving a respectable buffer stool between her and her fellow patron.

Electing to avoid interrupting the two, Switch instead busied herself with eyeballing the level of illumination in this place. It was a bit darker than she would like, but there was enough concentrated light where she had parked herself that she figured some liberties were okay. Quietly holding her breath, slim fingers took hold of the gizmo over her eyes, carefully pulling the goggles down to rest around her neck. After an incredibly long second of darkness, Switch opened her chocolate eyes to find that, to her relief, she could see alright from here. It was enough to tug a smile from her, and for just a moment, an borderline giddy grin spread across her flushed lips, looking almost inappropriate when combined with the still-swollen split on the bottom left.

[member="Chandelle Immelmann"] [member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[Beowoof]

She smiled as he corrected his balance just in time to avoid falling off his stool. Chandelle did not really understand what this rebel without a rebellion business was, but she supposed that was his prerogative and he hadn't caused any trouble yet. "Endor, huh? That's a long way from here. Didn't know there was much action going on there. I always thought of it more as... like an exotic vacation destination." She looked down and kicked her legs a bit. "Pretty cool uniform, though."

She was surprised to meet someone who wasn't familiar with one of the more famous--or infamous--individuals in recent history. "Lasedri meant a lot of things to a lot of people. Depends on who you ask." She scratched her head and furrowed her brows, already forgetting what she had said before and uncertain of what Caelen was referring to. "Under my breath? What do you mean?"

Her conversational tunnel vision was penetrated around that moment, spotting a rather grungy-looking woman who was removing goggles from her face. The redhead dropped back down to the floor and sauntered over to the new patron, gesturing to Caelan that she was still listening to whatever he had to say. "Hello. Stopping by for any drink in particular?"

[member="Caelen_Tercept"], [member="Switch"]

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

His hand immediately rested on his Dl-44, looking towards the other person. With a raised eyebrow and his interest peaked, he looked back over to the bartended, and then to the newcomer. "'Ello there. You uh...Need some help it seems...With your current injuries...?" He questioned himself, narrowing his eyes. Were those injuries? His own lekkus tingled at the thought of 'injuries'. Sia needed to be more careful. Hopefully she was later on. Either way, he removed a small disc. Upon closer inspection, it was a droid. A small, Pit droid meant for podracing, he tossed it to the ground, a large red + was painted on it, as it formed, it carried what seemed to be a Healing Field Generator on it's back, along with a jawa blaster and Fusion welder, with a folded stun stick, looking about, he smiled at it. "Pit, deploy." Standing rigid as if it was ready for a battle, it scanned about by looking around, taking notice to the slightly injured girl. Without a second thought, it seemed to march towards her, and deploy the generator. In the field, some of her injuries would begin to heal up slowly, if she did have any. Meanwhile, Pit happily walked around once more, looking for anything that need to be 'fixed' right now.

(Truly sorry if it looks like I'm 'mr.perfect' or some mary poppins character, I forget some things Tercept has, and I'll try my best to not exactly be like that. Again, really sorry. Also, this is kind of my first rp. Please tell me if I'm doing anything wrong.)
[member="Chandelle Immelmann"] [member="Switch"]

 

[Switch]

Blinking away her brief distraction, Switch made eye contact with the striking greens as she drummed her fingers along the bar. "Dunno... got a favorite? What's good around here?" Regardless of her steadily lifting spirits, there was still a long way to go before that morose pit left her stomach. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip absently, the distant copper taste bringing a glum twist to her features. "...Night's not going so great."

Leaning a cheek into the palm of her hand, the slicer propped her head on a supportive elbow as she swiveled a bit toward the man to her side. "What? This?" She enacted a little flourish with her free hand, gesturing in the general area of her face. "It's nothin', just a date gone poorly."

Turning back toward the woman in front of her, Switch parted her lips to inquire further about the developing drink situation when she felt a strange sensation. Her attention was drawn over her shoulder, eyes settling on a seemingly out of place pit droid. With a start, she took note of the strange field that had enveloped her space, a uncomfortable, yet soothing feeling washing over her body, before settling along parts of her face, knuckles, and ribs.

A reactionary scowl crossing her face, the woman hastily scrambled over to a different stool, leaving the field's apparent area of effect. "Hey what's the big idea not asking first!? I said I'm fine!" It had slipped out before she could bite it back, and all she could do was relax the fists her hands had tightened into. ...Though is is a nice trick... She turned herself forward again, biting her lip as a hand came up to rub the back of her neck. A part of her wanted to apologize for snapping at him for trying to help, but it was too late, and that would be admitting she had messed up.

Releasing a deeply held breath, the brunette waited for the last of the healing tingles to vanish from her body, before bringing a weary gaze back to the redhead bartender. "...Maybe something strong?" She really needed a drink.

[member="Chandelle Immelmann"] [member="Caelen_Tercept"]

(No sweat at all, you're doing fine )

 

[Beowoof]

Chandelle had just parked herself across from the new arrival when Caelen pulled something out and set it on the floor. The barkeep had never been a very jumpy type, but seeing disc-like things in dark places being set by self-announced 'rebels' can make things a little uncomfortable for a few seconds. Of course, anyone who wanted so desperately to detonate the Average Bar was either insane or must have experienced some pretty ugly food poisoning from the peanuts.

It turned out to be a little droid, the variety of which she had seen on the sports feeds for podracing. But the twi'lek's purposes for the droid apparently had more to do with some sort of medical magic rather than repairing engines at the moment. The performance was admittedly entertaining. She had not even noticed the injuries on the newcomer's face. "Well, you don't see that every day..."

Turning to the previously goggled customer, Chandelle finally responded to her question. "I, uh... like Cap'n Whiskers myself, but we've got a decent selection of local brews and the regulars. But the Rockhopper is what we're sort of known for. It's average."

[member="Caelen_Tercept"], [member="Switch"]

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

"I can agree with that. Rockhopper's really nice...And yeah, sorry. But hey, i didn't think you didn't want some healing..." He'd state, shrugging and looking to the two foot droid. "Collapse." on command, it nodded, and the field dropped, and so did it, compacting itself into a small disc again, that he picked up and placed away. "Sorry sugar." He said once again, before returning to the bartender. "You don't have food, right?" Other than-No, that's not right. He mentally thought to himself, pushing away the thought, before keeping the flirtatious half-smile on his face, however remaining calm all in all. He eventually glanced back, patting the seat next to him. "Relax. I promise pit aint gonna jump out and attack you. Okay~?" He teased, with a now friendly smile on his face.

 

[Switch]

Eyes darting between the man next to her and the woman in front of her, Switch couldn't shake the feeling the she'd been caught with her pants firmly around her ankles. In such a short time she had managed to embarrass herself with a dramatic over reaction, and for just a moment the slicer wished she had gone to Chenni's. "I always like a recommendation. The ...Cap'n Whiskers sounds good." She injected her voice with an outward confidence she did not feel right now, hoping the fresh smile gracing her features overshadowed the shiner and the split lip. It wasn't like she was bleeding all over the place, after all.

Looking over at the Twi'lek once more, Switch arched an inquisitive eyebrow at the man's choice of nickname for her. He was nonchalantly patting the seat next to him, a gesture that the woman felt was on a similar level right now as a beckoning, "come hither" finger. The prospect of sitting next to the man hardly made her nervous, but she had just quite dramatically dodged his offered help. If nothing else, reducing the gap between the only two patrons might make the flatteringly dressed redhead's job just a bit easier.

Ahh, what the hell... Without saying as much out loud, Switch made her intentions clear by returning a polite smile his way, slowly meandering over to plop herself down next to him.

[member="Chandelle Immelmann"] [member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[Tin'tinag]

"Oi get back here you no good smuggler" "hey I'm good at my job i just got a bit careless is all" 'make a note try not to do that any more'. Several blaster bolts whizzed past her head as she turned to run down one of the many alleyways, she'd have to loose these guy if she was to get off world, they would most likely give up once she was out of site, they seemed to be green.

Vaulting over a stack boxes and around a corner out of site she came to a dead end "whelp time to try some new tricks i guess", tin'tinag decided to use what force abilities she had to make her way up onto the roof. 'these guy have no idea who their trying to catch'.

"hey where did she go its a dead"?, she leaned down a bit to project her voice, "up here boys, better luck next time, i might not have a big bounty on my head but that don't mean I'm easy to catch" the thugs stared up with shocked expressions, and proceeded to pull out blasters to try and get a shoot off. "whoops looks like I'm not wanted here anymore".

Quickly she jumped along the roofs of buildings easily losing her would be hunters, "ahhh that never gets old, I don't mind having a low bounty on my head, but sometimes life gets a bit boring without a real challenge, now to celebrate with a victory drink". Her last shipment deal went down a slightly rude path when some novice bounty hunters crashed the party but she was still able to get her money as well as keep the item she was selling, that was always a win win.

Dropping down in an ally she made her way back to the main street looking for a place to rest her legs, "hmmm this place looks good enough, ahh hell I'm not picky about my locations" holstering her pistol she made her ways to the bar, perhaps there would be a vendor of sorts inside for her to spend the extra credits on. Coming inside she noted the other patrons especially the other Twi'lek [member="Caelen_Tercept"].

[member="Switch"]
[member="Chandelle Immelmann"]