Public Stopping by the Mos Eisley Cantina.

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Tatooine Mos Eisley Cantina

Tovald sighed, donning his helmet, this was the third time Diocletian engaged him in a vicious verbal spat this week. Setting The Cyclone down in a docking space, he switched off the engines. At least there is a Thuris Stout waiting for him in the cantina. He needs a drink, several in fact because this time he rose to the barbed insults. Usually, Tovald knew how to deal with that Scimitar wielding maniac by not dignifying him with an answer. Diocletian got exactly what he wanted, a reaction.

<“He’s a real Karking Crink.”> He muttered while disembarking his ship, making sure to pay the docking fee as he did so, it’s increased tenfold, ah, well can’t be helped. The twin suns seemed particularly bright lately. Mos Eisley is teeming with people, too busy to notice new arrivals. He noted a Toydarian, Jawa and a Dug haggling over what looked like a rusted and battered Astromech for sale, suddenly there was a screech of binary and the droid’s head popped off in a small explosion of sparks and landed in a fresh pile of Bantha Manure with a sickly squelch. Tovald quickly kept walking as a shouting match erupted a moment later.

Banthas lumbered to and fro leaving little surprises for the unwary traveller. The people riding those beasts should invest in a dung collecting droid, but alas they haven’t been invented yet. Maybe someone will and it’ll be the next best-selling point.

He missed a few of these himself but noted several others weren’t as lucky. There goes 15-20 credits worth of shoes, he thought in amusement.

Finally, Tovald entered the Cantina, leaving little clumps of sand in his wake, that’s the trouble with this planet, sand, and lots of it. Carefully he picked his way towards the bar and ordered his drink from the barkeep. Eventually making himself comfortable in a vacant booth.

He sat back and watched the comings and goings of the cantina, he had been on The Cyclone way too long, he thinks.

 

[Alana Calloway]

"Hey, Calloway, you still looking to take that bounty puck or what?" A voice called out, waking the huntress from her sleep. Awareness slammed into the front of Alana's skull like a hyperspace collision. Wincing, she sat up, nearly knocking her drink over, as her eyes searched for the source of the disturbance. She found the source not long after, the Weequay bounty master was waving her over, her puck of choice still clenched in his hand. Grumbling swears under her breath, Alana sat a little straighter, forcing her hand up to signal she was willing to take it. The alien was laughing at her from what she could see, but she didn't care. She just wanted the job, some time to sober up, and then she'd be on her way. There was a blur of motion as the puck was thrown, tumbling through the air.

Even though she was only half conscious, Alana managed to make the catch; though she nearly fell out of her chair in the process. A small cheer erupted from that corner of the cantina, though the Echani woman cared little, righting herself into her chair and giving the puck another look over. Pressing a key on the side, the hologram of a cybernetic man came to life, some low life spice scoundrel who had killed someone a bit out of his league. He was wanted alive it seemed, which meant she'd need to take stock on her equipment once more.

Her musing was disrupted by a strange figure sitting beside her. Canting her head to the side, she inspected the new comer, and pocketed her bounty puck; the hologram vanishing as the huntress was finished with her reading. She tried to think of what this ones species was called, the armored form struck something at the back of her mind, but she couldn't quite make it click. Letting out a small grumble, she took comfort in the fact her headache was now going away, her hand now fumbling for a pack of death sticks. Putting one of the sticks to her lip, she took a drag off it, glancing to the man beside her. "Come here often?"

Time to see what sorta trouble she could get into this day.
Tovald Kahmen’’a

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Seven Weequay entered the Cantina in the space of an hour, he thought dully, the same Dug from the outside town? Port? threw his beverage at a hapless Ithorian, this began with an accidental bump, then a shove, a swearing spat and then inevitably the drink throw, missing its target and drenching a Rodian. Tovald chuckled quietly at the escalating spectacle as the offending parties were ordered to leave. Tovald had missed the near unrestrained pandemonium of this place.

Suddenly a feminine voice brought Tovald out of his deep thought, he had allowed his mind to wander a bit, it wasn’t anything that hasn’t happened before. He turned his head to look at the woman good and proper. Should he be wary of a stranger, probably? Besides, the place is notorious for dangerous characters using it as a pitstop.

<“First time in quite a while actually.”> He answered finally, quirking a hidden eyebrow at her both curious and wary at the same time he had moved his hand over to the hilt of his Vibrosword instinctively, a degree of wariness was a good thing after all.

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

Tag: Alana Calloway | Tovald Kahmen’’a |

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The sound of jingling star-spurs heralds a newcomer to the scene; An oddly short Twi'lek dressed head to toe in mandalorian armor, With no less than two different pistols on her belt, Several grenades, A lever-action carbine on her back and force knows what built into those gauntlets, Hidden under the leather kama she wore or maybe even under the red bandanna around her neck.

That rhythmic jingling stops momentarily as the mandalorian pauses to glance over her surroundings. She saw an odd amount of Weequay, and a Duros fighting amongst themselves in some kind of brawl, Half chuckling under her breath at the sight.
At last, A lively spectacle!
It wasn't long before the metallic jingle started back up as she made her way towards the counter, Her armored Lekku bouncing on her shoulders with each step and her hand reaching out idly to swipe some random credits the brawlers had left unattended on a nearby table. How generous.

<"Bartender,"> She calls out as she nears the counter, Her vocal modulator masking her voice. It was difficult to tell what age she was under all that distortion, But it was clearly feminine <"I'm looking for something">
She slaps the credits down on the table, And the two begin whispering something back and forth.
After a minute, It becomes clear that the Twi'lek had wasted her money, And she leaves while scoffing at the bartender, Not even taking a drink with her as she leaves.

With that bit of business concluded, She finds herself a nice patch of wall not far from the Ubesian and the Cowgirl nearby, And simply leans against it with her arms crossed, Shaking her head and quietly muttering something unpleasant to herself.

"Gonna be a long, Hot, Chit kinda day..."

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[Alana Calloway]

Even through the haze of her hangover she could see he was the cautious type, hand already set to clear that piece of steel out of it's sheath. Taking a puff of her deathstick, Alana eased back into her chair. Her free hand took up the cup, planning on finishing what was left of her drink in a moment. "Right, well just keep your hands to yourself partner and no trouble will find you. Now it ain't proper to whip your sword out in front of a lady." She jested, taking a sip from her cup, just in time to hear the sound of spurs jingling. If that wasn't the sound of trouble, she wasn't sure what was. Finishing her drink, Alana set the cup down, only to find an armored Twi'lek looming over the counter off to her right. It took a moment for Alana to realize she was looking at a Mandalorian, and a few more seconds to realize they were going on about her way; without their drink. Blinking several times, reality began to take hold for the Echani, as the sounds of a brawl were now registering for her, though she had little intrest in throwing fists with some random aliens down in the dust.

Shaking her head, Alana took another puff on her deathstick, sobriety now taking hold, as she finally got her right mind about herself; and with it the headache from her hangover came to the forefront. "Ugh, this isn't my day." She muttered, setting her hand on the bar top as she briefly considered taking a drink to go.

That was until some moron fell face first onto the bar, knocking what was left of her drink right into her lap. Anger flaired up in the Echani's eyes, as she gave a quick glance to the dumb drunk bastard, before slamming his face into the bartop. "Dumbass mud drugger..." She sputtered, standing up as she was dripping wet from the spill, souring her mood rather severely. If she didn't have half a mind she'd put a blast into his skull here and now. Sighing, she settled with taking a napkin and swiping away futily at the mess. Her lap was going to smell like spotchka for the rest of the day now. Her eyes went back to the Mandalorian however, trying to see if the armored warrior was to kick something off. With this amount of scumbags in one bar, there was bound to be a feud or two waiting to kick off; or more worrying, she missed a payment to her debt collector.

Holding the side of her head for a moment, she staggered towards the Twi'lek, trying to slyly plant her hand on the table, but in her current state she nearly fell into Mandalorians booth; but she caught herself before it came to that. "Hey, Mandalorian, you erm...you don't have any buisness with little old me do ya?" She asked, her legs a bit jittery as the high from her death stick was catching on. Hopefully she didn't just start a fight with a Mandalorian.

Tae'l Vizsla Tovald Kahmen’’a

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Tovald scowled but released the hilt of his Vibrosword anyway. He noticed the Mandalorian nearby, a new and interesting face but before he could say or do anything the drink went flying, he just managed to scoot a bit to avoid the beverage spill.

Well, that escalated quickly as the man fell to the floor after having his face meet Bar top. Curiosity led him to follow her towards the Mandalorian’s booth. It’s better than sitting staring at nothing, however, the Cantina became rather crowded in the last few minutes, he checked the time it’s noon, go figures.

So now he was stuck in a patron jam.

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

Tag: Alana Calloway | Tovald Kahmen’’a |

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Tayl was about to click a button on her gauntlet and summon her ship when an incident unfolded not far away. She found herself watching as some poor sod spilt his drink on some tough gunslinger looking woman, An Echani, Judging by her white hair and how quickly she moved, Proceeding to slam the offender into the table so hard that Tayl swore she could hear either his nose or skull crack against the durasteel table.
It could very well be that she'd just witnessed a murder. But then, Who was she to get involved? Not like she much cared anyway.

She went back to her own business, Waiting idly against the wall with her arms crossed. But then the Echani came her way, Slapping her hand down on the table and stumbling in a way that would have startled the young mandalorian if not for the chemicals feeding into her system right now, Keeping that unnatural calm about her as always.

When the Ubesian ( Tovald Kahmen’’a ) approached however, That was when caution came to mind. Was he a bodyguard maybe? Was this some kind of weird shakedown about to happen?

"Hey, Mandalorian, you erm...you don't have any business with little old me do ya?"

Tayl looks the Echani up and down, Keeping her arms crossed and away from her weapons <"I don't reckon so">
Then she glances up at the Ubesian and back <"Who's asking?">

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[Alana Calloway]

Through the faintest threads of rationality that Alana was holding to right now, this Mandalorian was sizing her up. Sitting all relaxed and cool like they weren't worried, oh boy, if this was a debt collector they'd have another thing coming. Alana Calloway was not someone to be taken lightly, especially when she was tripping. She stared at the Mandalorian with a dead set expression, nodding slowly as she removed her hat, pushed back her snowy white hair, chuckling to herself as if she was in on the joke. As she placed the hat back upon her head, the huntress scowled, glancing to the Ubesian man off to her side. "See, if I go spouting my name every blaster this side of Mos Espa will be gunning for me. The name Alana Calloway turns a few heads you hear?" The Echani froze for a moment, as she had just done what she said she wasn't going to do. Spouting her name off in a seedy bar and thinking there wouldn't be repercussions. The sound of glass shattering off in a corner caused the huntress to wince, though she quietly hoped that was merely a coincidence. Her high was fading fast, as the anxiety over her situation built. Last thing she needed was getting in a game of blaster tag in a bar. Especially in this state.

Letting out a small sigh, the huntress bows her head, taking her hat off now, as she puts it over her chest. "Right well, now that introductions are had, I guess we can figure out who's working and who's drinkin'." Flashing a smile, she flips her hat upwards to flag down the bartender, motioning for the untouched drink that the Mando had left. "Count me as the drinkin' sort. If you two have names, this is where we hash 'em out." She started, though the huntress had another reason for staying here. She wasn't about to get jumped on the way out. Not if she could look busy and be rolling with a band. Assuming the Mandalorian would be letting her slide in to join. As a token of good faith, she produces two death sticks from her shirt pocket, offering one to both of her new companions. "Don't mind tall, metal, and silent here. I think he's looking around. Though keeps playing with his sword at the bar, might get some folks the wrong idea." She mused, grabbing the Mandalorians surrendered drink as it was shoved towards her, and moving to join the armored warrior.

Tae'l Vizsla Tovald Kahmen’’a

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Finally, after having to stand behind an Ithorian who had way too many shots and was regaling a Zeltron with some shenanigans involving sneaking into places overnight, he picked his way towards them. Many patrons eyed him warily, seems they have issues with Vibroswords. After almost forever he finally caught up to the Mando and the Echani.

Tovald shook his head at the offered Deathstick. Easy to get into difficult to get out off. He took a pause as if he was thinking about giving his name out, well, as if it would do any harm.

<"Tovald,"> he replied to Alana after a while.

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

Tag: Alana Calloway | Tovald Kahmen’’a |

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<"I see. Pardon me, Calloway"> She gives her a quick nod. If she were involved in shadier business, She wouldn't want her name uttered aloud either, Though come to think of it, She was sure she could handle the nosier types herself if it was.
The deathsticks though, That was curious. The young mandalorian wasn't sure what she was looking at, Or whether she should even take it, But... Would it be rude to refuse?
Though she could certainly take trouble on if it came, She wasn't looking for it either. So she politely takes the death sticks, Pocketing them while nodding to this 'Calloway' character.
<"Uh, Thanks. I'll... Save them for later">
After, She gives another nod to 'Tovald' or 'Tall metal and silent'. Seems like now was the time to give out her name. Was she being... Recruited for something? She wasn't sure what they're interest was, But it seemed like there was something. Not to mention that the Echani was getting more serious now, Either sobering up a bit or she had something else on her mind. Which had the young mandalorian morbidly curious.

<"Pardon, I don't recognize either name. I'm uh, New here...">

<"Name's Tayl"> She offers a handshake <"Tayl Vizsla. Friends call me Violet">

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[Alana Calloway]

Seeing how 'Tovald' wasn't biting, Alana shrugged, taking the stick for herself with a grin. Seeing the offered handshake, the Echani takes it and shakes it firmly, happy that her attempt to claim a seat was allowed. "Vizsla, huh? That's Mandalorian if I've ever heard it." She states, as if the Mandalorian armor wasn't the galaxies biggest flag to the identity of the woman. "Nice to know you're alive in there." She nods towards the Ubese, smiling as she takes a drink from her free drink, before nearly spitting it out. Yea, that was what a free drink would taste like. Down right intolerable. Coughing, Alana had to withdraw her stick until she could recover from the foul taste. "Right, well, Tayl or Violet, seeing as how you're new here you should probably be aware of the sorta mess you've waltzed into. Every milk drinker with something to prove and a black eye comes in here looking to start something, end something, or break something. Sometimes they do all three in the course of an hour." She explained, moving her death stick from one side of her mouth to the other, still not lighting it however.

"Regardless, it's usually not a good idea to go leaving out on your own. Especially a little lady like myself, so figured we can sit, drink, hash out some information, and ideally not try to kill each other in the mean while." There was a loud 'thud' across the bar, and the sound of cheers as a Gen'dai put a Wookie clear through a table, seemingly an arm wrestling match gone wrong. "Like I was saying, place is a little rough." Alana muttered, glancing down to drink once more before daring to sip from it once more.

She managed to not gag this time, thankfully. Looking the the Mandalorian, she gave a smile, before finally lighting up the stick. "So, what brings you here if you ain't cashing in? I, myself, just got done with work, though given you're brand new that tells me your either looking for work, or looking for somebody." Alana shrugged, taking in a draw from her stick, before exhaling the cloud of toxin away from her new grouping. "I get around, hear alot of things. Got a knack for finding people really." She started, absent mindedly twirling her death stick around as if she was tracing an imaginary image. Alana wasn't lying about that, she was a heck of a tracker.

Tae'l Vizsla Tovald Kahmen’’a

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

"Oh, har har." Tovald retorts to Alana's comment, taking some condiments from a plate and lifting his helmet to eat them. wincing slightly at the Wookiee shaking bits of the now ruined table out of their fur. Now a Deveronian wanted to take a shot at arm-wrestling the Gen'Dai. Good luck to him. A few Duros began to stack chairs for some reason in the far corner, catching quite a bit of attention away from the arm-wrestling match. A dozen drinks can generate so many shenanigans.

<"Been flying around space too long, kind of gets to you after a while."> He replies to Alana's question. <"Cold outside with no kind of atmosphere.">

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

Tag: Alana Calloway | Tovald Kahmen’’a |

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Tayl eventually sat down with the others, Taking the far end opposite of the others where she could keep an eye on them. But also, Watch their backs. A win win situation regardless of how their character revealed itself to be.
It was then that Calloway began explaining the situation to the young mandalorian and things started making more sense.

"Regardless, it's usually not a good idea to go leaving out on your own. Especially a little lady like myself, so figured we can sit, drink, hash out some information, and ideally not try to kill each other in the mean while."

<"I can handle myself. But... I'll stick around I suppose, Watch your back and all">

Then came questions, Which she feared as much. They always ask 'why is mando here' and never 'how is mando' :c

<"Right, That... Looking for someone, But they're long gone. A quarran, Goes by 'Tatooine red'. Got some business with him involving a big iron, You feel?">

<"But he;s long gone, The trail ends here. So, I've got time for other... Projects, Yeah?">

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[Alana Calloway]

She tossed the Ubese a quant look as he made his comment, wondering how cold it had to be for someone to chose Tatooine of all places to defrost. If she had to pick, she'd go with Spyria thank you very much. Nice white shores from coast to coast, it'd be a lovely thing to just kick back and relax. Sadly, she'd never get a chance. Not with the downtrend in the economy.

Chewing on her stick for a moment, the huntress pondered the words of the Mandalorian, trying to put a face to the name. She'd gunned down a Quarran or two in her time, but none by the name of Tattoine Red. Heck, if he had any common sense, he'd have booked the first flight out of here and let folks go treading the Dune Sea and back looking to fight him. After a moment of contemplation, Alana let out another puff of her stick, rolling it against the side of her lip with her tongue. "Can't say I've ever two stepped with a Tatooine Red, but you sure he's still roaming around this rock? Might be giving folks the slip, though I'm guessing you've got your reasons for thinking him here, and if you're planning on packing steel well...." Alana paused for a moment, trying to think of her past encounters in tracking. "Know if he has any vices? Men, women, a good old canister of glitterstim spice? Heck, probably needs to soak up or have his skin get all warped and dry." She suggested, unable to think of anything else that might help the warrior. She turned her gaze to Tovald now, ready to prod the man further. "And if you're getting cold out in space sounds like you need to turn your heater on. I know a guy who can look into it for ya."

She nearly kicked her feet up on the table before catching herself, instead only pressing her head down over her face, leaning back further into the chair as she paid the growing noise of the cantina no mind.


Tae'l Vizsla Tovald Kahmen’’a

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

<".....">

He just scowled at her, the effect of which is lost as Alana couldn't see it. Tovald decided not to dignify her with a response. Easier that way. Turning to the Mandalorian suddenly interested even though he had no idea who Tatooine Red is but he had several encounters with Quarran in the last few months, sometimes these encounters end in fisticuffs over something petty such as the last morsel on a plate or an accidental nudge. Tovald couldn't deny he liked a good fight.

<"I have seen my fair share of Quarran during my travels, but no one going by the name of Tatooine Red."> He says to Tayl, finally engaging the warrior in conversation. Even if it was relatively unhelpful.

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

Tag: Alana Calloway | Tovald Kahmen’’a |

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She sat back, Head cocked to the side as she thought about Tatooine Red's 'vices'. And suddenly things started to make sense <"Well, If mon-cal is anything like my home, Than I reckon he misses the water. His gang might have kept a bath house running, If such a thing exists 'round here">

<"One problem though~"> She sighs, Leaning with her elbows on the table and head sinking <"I just missed him. He cleared out this morning, My lead isn't sure where to">

<"I appreciate the help, But I doubt it's worth your time. Just something I gotta readjust to and go at again. A learning experience, Right?">

She chuckles to herself, Wondering what Solus'alor would say back home. Then she turns to Alana, Curiosity creeping up in her tone; <"Well, We know why I came. Sorta why Tovald's here. But... What about you, Calloway? What brings you to this dust ball?">

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[Alana Calloway]

Tae'l Vizsla Tovald Kahmen’’a

Tovald's sense of humor still hadn't shown itself, and the huntress was getting annoyed that her class act comedy was going unappreciated. Seeing as how his fun detector seemed to be malfunctioning, she put a stop to the jokes and looked to the Mandalorian. Seems that 'Violet' had missed out on her proxy, well, live and let learn. Least the young woman had that much right. "Yea, best to learn while you can. Else you end up dead in a ditch with your-". The words caught in her throat, images of her old mentor flashed in her mind, the death stick between her lips fell from her lips, though she didn't seem to notice. You should have been there, you should have gone with him you stupid-. The taste of bad booze snapped her out of her day dreaming, Alana's mind shifting gears, wanting to get the hell away from that dark day. "Well- that ain't talk for here but...just don't drop your guard when the Ack dogs are on the loose. Comes from personal experience." She stuttered, muttering into the mug for a moment, before placing it back onto the table. Then the focus went to her, why was she here again? Oh, right. Money.

"Just paying my fair share you know? Tying up loose ends, shaking down bounties, the good sorta shab that gets you up in the morning. Like I said, or maybe I forgot, I'm a bounty hunter so, just doing my thing you know?" She responded, her gaze going to the brooding man in the suit across from her. Tovald had to be running from something too right? Why else spend all that time in space? Maybe he just liked the silence though. At times she did too. 'They said Calloway's in there drunk off her ass, think we should off her now?' A chill swept down her spine, as the huntress suddenly went wide eyed hearing a voice slipping into her mind. She glanced to her death stick storage, and found only spent cartridges. She scowled, her first thoughts being of where she could restock, before the realization of danger struck. Who in the damn moons of Endor was she karking with now? Slowly shaking her head, she swept her finger across her belt holster, feeling out the ammo cartridges she had in stock.

If she was bout to waltz into a fire fight she wanted to make sure she was packing. "Sorry 'bout that." She apologized, returning her attention to her companions. "This sandpit is the best place to get quick and easy work you know? Nar Shaddaa ain't bad either, but it's a little more of a rough and tumble ordeal, not to mention if you get a bad rep with the gangs, it's a hell of a living hazard." She chuckled, trying to put her mind at ease. Surely there was another Calloway here, and she most certainly didn't have folks looking to feth her up outside. Most definitely not. It was then she realized her death stick had fallen out of her mouth, still smoking on the table, which she quickly snatched up and continued to puff on, drowning the anxieties just as soon as they had started to creep in.

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

<"That makes three of us, Mercs I mean.">

Two Bounty Hunters, experienced ones at that, Tovald has only been doing this Mercenary work for a few years at most, mostly to help track and capture those that slipped through the cracks following the Chiss owned Standard Refinery breakup. He completed that contract with the utter ruthlessness that he mostly tried to avoid but wasn't above just to keep the whole thing restrained to history.

He reminded himself that he isn't like his brother, he found no enjoyment from the profession, nor did he enjoy long drawn out violent sadism that Diocletian was known for. He thought Tatooine was a big enough distance between them for now. An argument drew his attention to the other end of the Cantina, two Togrutans were arguing over legroom, apparently, the larger of the two needed more space, it escalated to glass throwing.

He chuckled at the utter absurdity of it.

 

[Hanaya Enzar]

Across the room a young Pantoran walks slowly in to the bar, looking slightly out of place, she moves in and heads to the bar.

Hanaya entered the crowded bar. She had been meaning to visit this place for a while, and with her captain off on his cruise and the ships undergoing some repairs, now seemed the perfect time. She noticed a few eyes on her, was her outfit amiss? She decided to wear her oldest mechanic dungarees and a grubby jacket, as previous bars had given her the impression that would make her less visible.

She took a few tentative steps forward, now she felt it, the passion in the air, the very reason she frequented these places. Nowhere else could she just bathe in crude emotions, it was exhilarating. There was no way she could narrow down who was feeling what in here, but she could feel a mix of anger, excitement, greed, happiness, drunkeness, she was enjoying it.

She walked over to the bar and squeezed herself in, her light pantoran frame finding a perfect spot where she could get to the bar but also survey the room.

She ordered a drink, something small to begin with a dark brandy of human origin. She paid for her drink then turned around and leaned back on the bar, enjoying the feelings in the air and and trying to do her best 'casual barfly' impression.

She looked around, hoping to find something to take her interest.

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

Tag: Alana Calloway | Tovald Kahmen’’a | Hanaya Enzar |

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Tayl sat back with her arms crossed, Curiously glancing between those present <"Guess those are just the times, Huh? War tearing up the tingel arm, Power vacuums in the outer rim. Leaves people like us to clean up the mess and reap the rewards, I reckon">

The line between good and evil was at it's grayest where bounty hunters stood. Tayl understood now that she could be one family's hero and another's villain, Because of one single truth; Blood=Money.
And everyone at this table followed that rule in one way or another.

The only thing left for Tayl to decide was what blood to go after. She wouldn't let herself spill just any blood, It had to be for the right reasons.
And it was coming time to choose;

They said Calloway's in there drunk off her ass, think we should off her now?'

<"You hear something?"> Her hand slowly drifted down to her holster, Her thumb pulling back the hammer on her hand-cannon.
The sound dampeners in her holster kept her movements silent as night, But the rotary in her fully automatic revolver was now spinning to life, Ready to pop off rounds at any second.

Tayl herself however, Looked just as calm and relaxed as she had before, Simply taking in the view around her; Specifically the other patrons.
The reoccurring brawls were starting to annoy her internally. It made it difficult to tell which parties where which, And who was most likely to interfere with their business at this table.

One thing did catch her eye though; A Pantoran girl, Who she couldn't help but stare at through her visor. Something about her seemed... Off. Not necessarily in a bad way, But they didn't belong here. She looked bored, But she was looking for something.
Was she a scout for the guys Calloway seemed to avoid? Or something else, Perhaps.

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