Somwhere at a bar...

[RC 212]

Location: Corellia

[member="Eden Gyll"]

The sun was setting over Corellias capitol and the day was nearly done for the spacer woman. she had been afloat for a while now, running from world to world, catching odd jobs. The struggle for a free individual to survive among a galaxy of tyrannical governments and restrictions was immense. She was only thankful she had not had to resort to piracy for once.

Beside her at a roughshod bar her travelling companion Silas sat. He was tall, with black hair and brown eyes, unlike Vassara who was shorter. He wore an orange spacers overcoat and overalls and she wore a black spacers coat with black trousers, all complete with red trim. A shotgun strapped to her back, in a leather holster, and a knife and a pistol.

"Last job didn't net nearly enough." Silas grumbled.

Vassara nodded slamming back her whiskey and letting the empty cup drop to the table with a faint *Clink*

"I know, that just means we need a new job!"

She wiped her mouth with the back of her grubby hand, eyes searching the room in a narrow squint...

 

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[member="Vassara Raxis"]


The tall Epicanthix woman walked into the bar, staring around at the people inside of it.
She took a seat at an empty table, looking around, on her, a pistol, tall silver-ish boots, and a lightsaber on her side.
She kept a blank look on her face as she obviously had nothing to say, simply, staring down at the table after what she had found out about what happened in the family of hers.

 

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[member="Eden Gyll"]

It was at that moment that the young spacers eyes caught a mark. A woman, strange and unmoving whom had just entered. More importantly the flicker of a metallic cylinder on her waist betrayed her and Vassaras instincts prickled. Though she was not as attuned to the force as the traditionally trained Jedi or Sith, she had a gut instinct for things.

With one hand she tapped Silas on the shoulder and he whirled, looking over his shoulder. Vassara swept her drink of the bar, moving towards the woman and taking a seat across from her. The cup slammed down with a dull thud, and her frown twisted into a psychopathic smile, flashing danger lit up her eyes.

"Hey there, what brings you this remote place in the galaxy?"

 

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The woman looked up to Vassara, still, a blank look on her face, before replying to her question, "Hello.", she then answered the question, "I just came here because I was wandering around on my new Freighter."


She stared down at the woman, being 6'6, she was most likely taller than her, "You?"



[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

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[member="Eden Gyll"]

"I'm looking for a job."

Vassara slammed back her drink again, setting a dead stare with her wild eyes on the girl to see if she would flinch. She could feel her power more acutely in her presence and her smirk intensified. She was tall yes, but seemed meek and not to sure of herself.

"Cat's got your tongue?"

Then her voice dropped lower.

"Strange place for a Jedi to be. You know Sith got a bounty out on you guys?"

 

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The young woman did not flinch at this, she simply followed along and answered her questions.

She smirked, quite proud of this for some reason, "I know of the bounty. 430 Credits for Each Individual Killed. And 470 Credits for each individual captured.
"Look, I just came out here for a drink."
She leaned back in her chair, continuing the conversation with the woman.

 

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The woman stood, looking down at Varassa as she sat in the chair, turning to look at the freighter outside of the bar, "Well, looks like my time is up and I'm on the run again! I'll be flying out of here."

Eden ran out of the bar, running into her ship, sliding into the chair as she began to power everything up, but sat there... wondering if the woman was going to collect the bounty...

 

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[member="Eden Gyll"]

Vassara watched the woman scamper out with a smug look. She was pretty skiddish, not the best of traits for a Jedi to have but hey whatever worked. Still the question in her mind was, why was she here? What no one else knew was that Vassara was sympathetic to the Jedi cause, but did not follow a strict dogmatic approach.

She hated Sith and wanted to kill them all. even to the point of harbouring plans to hunt them down like animals....

 

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[member="Vassara Raxis"]

Eden powered down everything on the ship, setting the lightsaber aside in a storage compartment, stepping back into the tavern and sitting down.
She now had no Lightsaber at her waist, anything showing her to be a Jedi, gone.
"Well then. Lets continue this conversation, shall we?"

 

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[member="Eden Gyll"]

"Ah ok then!" Vassara blurted cheerfully.

"Barkeep, two Corellian whiskeys!" She roared.

Two glasses clanked down before them and Vassar tossed a credit chip to the bartender, shoving one glass at the girl. She winked knowingly and took a sip.

"Drink up Jedi, I have similar ideals and its not that big of crime."

Vassara kept both hands on the table, where the Jedi could see them and eyed her with interest.

"Tell me about yourself."

 

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[member="Vassara Raxis"]


Eden kept both of her hands on the table as well, the blaster on the side of her boot still there.

She didn't go to drink the whiskey until she answered Varassa's questions.

"Technically not a Jedi yet, Padawan, if you will."

"Well, my parents seem to have become Sith. They began doing terrible things to people around my home."
"I then used /all/ of my credits to buy my Helix-Class Light Interceptor."

 

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"I've got training to do. I'll be on my way, looking for a master on Mandalore if you wish to find me there."

She stood up, gulping the whiskey down before walking outside the bar, powering up the ship, flying up into space, before jumping away into Hyperspace off to Mandalore.