Public So, A Bounty Hunter Walks Into A Bar...

[Leo Fitz]

Leo never thought that getting a job as a bounty hunter in the galactic would be so hard with all the gangs and other crime organizations running about. He used to be a part of that group, after all. He knew how often his family's syndicate had to deal with stray bounty hunters dumb enough to take on a contract for their heads. "And now, look how the tables have turned!" Leo thought, amused with the irony of his situation. Yet somehow, all work seemed to avoid him or slip right through his hands. He hasn't landed a single contract since he left his homeworld over a month ago, and funds were starting to get low.

During his ventures, he experienced a completely new sensation, foreign to him all his life. Hunger. But after a month of traveling alone, it seemed like hunger became an unwanted tagalong that Leo could not get rid of no matter how he tried. After landing in the nearest planet's capital, he quickly started looking for the nearest cantina, bar, anything. As Leo walked through the bustling streets of the city, he pulled out the remaining credits out of his pocket. "Not good." He said after counting them up. "Not good at all...". Suddenly, something caught his eye. He quickly noticed green letters forming the word "Diner" crudely painted over the withered door hanging from a pair of broken hinges of one of the buildings before him. "Well... Beggars can't be choosers..." He said to himself as he put on his most charming smile and slowly pushed the door open.

 

[Vito Blanka]

Vito Blanka
Vito Blanka --- a.k.a. Raven
Formerly Sith, Neutral Force Master, A Knight Who Seeks The True Meaning Of The Force

Equipment: Blue Lightsaber | Red Lightsaber | Black Cloak | Regular Chest Armor | Regular Pants and Boots
Tags: Leo Fitz

Leaving his ship, Vito enters the city with only his lightsabers and credits. As he walks through the crowd, a trader approaches to him and tries to sell a droid.​

" Hello, sir! I'm sure a gentleman like you needs a droid like that. It's been maintained, and I can sell it to you at a very special price. "​

"You don't want to sell me a droid or anything."Vito said, when raising his hand towards the stranger.​

"I don't want to sell you anything," the trader said. And he went back to his shop.​

As he moves through the city, he sees a group of children. As Vito approaches the direction where the children are, he sees them fighting. 4 as the boy beats the other boy and takes his credits and runs away, Vito walks towards the boy lying on the floor. After he comes to the boy, he grabs him by the arm and lifts him to his feet. The boy looks at Vito as he wipes away his tears.​

"Are you okay? Where are your parents?" Vito said.​

"They died 2 years ago," the boy said after cleaning the dust off his clothes.​

After staring for the child for a long time, he takes out a large amount of credit from his belt and extends it to the child. ​

"Take these credits.Go to Hangar 374-B and find a Twi'lek named Ionnah. Tell her I sent you. With these credits, she will try to meet your needs."​

The boy put a big smile on his face and ran towards the hangar. Vito passed through various streets and approached where he wanted to arrive. On the withered door, he sees the word "Diner" painted in green letters. When he realized he was coming where he wanted to come, he approached the door.​

 

[Leo Fitz]

As Leo entered the building, he looked around. "The place ain't lookin' much better on the inside." He muttered under his breath. The interior was one of the most modestly decorated rooms he'd ever seen. Four white walls, a floor and ceiling of the same colour and material between them. On the floor stood four round tables with a set of five wooden stools each. Every piece of furniture serving a purpose and no decorations in sight. And yet, despite it being possibly the worst looking diner Leo's ever been in, it didn't seem to lack in clientele. Each table had at least two stools taken by people from all walks of life, it seemed.

Leo, still keeping on his confident smile, strutted by the other patrons to the counter, which could be better described as a plank laid on three stacks of bricks. The bartender, a young man with ragged brown hair smiled back at Leo as he approached him. He leaned against the plank. "Welcome, welcome! So nice to see a new face around! What can I get you, mister?" He cheerfully exclaimed. "Hmm... How about today's special?" Leo asked, since at the end of the day he knew nothing about this planet or it's cuisine, to which the young man nodded and walked to the door behind the counter, opened them and shouted "One special!" after which he returned to the counter and happily asked for the payment. "That'll be three credits." He said with a smile on his face. Leo looked at the remaining credits he had. "Dammit, that'll leave me only one. Now I need to look for work on this backwater... Great." Leo thought to himself. He doubted he would be able to find any bounties here, much less form new alliances that would help him reclaim his father's Syndicate.

Leo sat down at the table nearest to the door with his head down, as he waited for the meal to be made. Nothing seemed to be going his way, yet he couldn't help but feel that his luck will turn around soon. Suddenly, the creak of the door opening pulled him out of those thoughts. He looked up to see a man dressed in a dark cloak standing at the door...

Vito Blanka

 

[Vito Blanka]

Vito Blanka
Vito Blanka --- a.k.a. Raven
Formerly Sith, Neutral Force Master, A Knight Who Seeks The True Meaning Of The Force

Equipment: Blue Lightsaber | Red Lightsaber | Black Cloak | Regular Chest Armor | Regular Pants and Boots
Tags: Leo Fitz

Vito checked around for a while when he came in. He noticed someone sitting at a table close to him and looking at him. He went straight to a waiter standing in front of the kitchen door. The waiter seemed startled and acted cautiously. Vito spoke.
"Where's Arojon?"
Vito looked at the waiter and waited for an answer. The waiter replied, his voice trembling.
"Who?"
"He owns this place."
"I don't know who you're talking about, Sir."
"He knows me. Don't play dumb with me, son."
"I'm sorry, sir, but I have no idea who Arojon is."
Everything was quiet for a while. Only the cooking sounds from the kitchen and the plates of customers could be heard. Vito smiled for a moment and suddenly raised his hand towards the waiter.
"I said, where's Arojon?!"
The waiter seemed to be in pain with his feet cut off from the ground. Suddenly, a noise rose from the kitchen.
"Vito! I'm right here. Chill out."
Coming out of the kitchen door, Arojon spoke with a laugh.
"My staff likes to play stupid. And they don't know you're allergic to idiots."
The waiter's feet touch the ground again and he starts breathing. Arojon points to the table at the back and starts walking there. Following Arojon, Vito arrives at the table and sits looking at the man who is staring at him as he enters. Arojon raises his hand looking at his employees. Employees who see this immediately run to the kitchen and start preparing something. The owner of the place leaned back and looked at Vito.
"What is the situation?"
Vito, whose face is expressionless, putted an old blaster on the table. Arojon's face changed and he looked excitedly at blaster. Just as he was about to reach out to blaster, Vito put his hand on blaster. A smiling Arojon pulled a large amount credit out of his pocket and handed it to Vito.
"I knew I could count on you, man!"
Vito felt a sense as he quietly took the credits. When he first walked in, he turned to the man who was looking at him and realized he was still looking.​