Public Stopping by the Mos Eisley Cantina.

[Leenic Ellsil]

Alana Calloway Tovald Kahmen’’a Hanaya Enzar Tae'l Vizsla

Leenic was not having that great of a day by the time he walked into the Most Eisley Cantina.

First, his ship had run out of fuel so head to drop a couple hundred credits on that. Then his speeder had gotten destroyed by a Krayt Dragon who seems to think it would have been funny to surface underneath Leenic while he was riding. And then he got his nose broken in a back-alley fist fight with some petty thieves who thought they could rob him.

So when he stepped into the cantina and saw his usual booth taken by a Rodian, Leenic was a bit short on patience.

"Move outta my seat." The rusted Mandalorian growled, barely noticing anyone else in the bar through his tunnel vision. "Or what, Mando? Gonna write me up? I don't think it's a c-" the Rodian started, getting cut off about midway through his second sentence by Leenic shooting him twice in the chest. His body had barely slumped forward to land on the table before Leenic force-moved him to the floor and sat down. "I told you to move." He simply said, pulling his helmet off and looking at his reflection in the visor.

After taking a moment to study his nose, Leenic grabbed it with his left hand and braced himself. Counting to three in his head, his broke his nose back into it's correct position and slammed his fist down on the table to stop himself from screaming.

Now that his problems had been mostly dealt with, Leenic took a moment to study the patrons of the Cantina. He noted that Tayl looked to be trying to have a conversation with some other Bounty Hunters, which he applauded, before seeing the Pantoran on the other side of the room.

"The hell is she doing here?" He muttered, eyeing the girl nervously. Those people loved on an ice ball, so if one made their way all the way out here then something big was going on.

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Tovald had now noticed two new standout faces, that's interesting. A Pantoran and another Mando, he had begun to watch the door at this point, seeing as he didn't know what else to contribute to the conversation. Thankfully, the rowdy brawling has somewhat subsided, the patrons too inebriated to get their faces off the tabletops, the Gen'Dai, the chair stacking Duros and several Weequay had left quite a while ago as the drop in volume became somewhat noticeable.

Good, it was starting to irritate him, there is a limit to how much someone can watch before they get utterly sick of the shenanigans. The Barkeep kicked the more rowdy patrons out leaving the slightly more well-behaved ones be to nurse their inevitable hangovers when the drinking wears off later in the day.

<"Tch, about time too."> He muttered dryly, drumming his fingers on the table.

Tovald lifts his helmet to take a swig of his previously untouched drink, relishing the taste, to him a drink is a drink and that strange aftertaste doesn't bother him at all, beggars cannot be choosers, especially here. Choosey people get nowhere fast, at least not without getting a fist to the face from an unhappy individual.

 

[Hanaya Enzar]

Hanaya's heart felt like it stopped for a moment, she had watched the armoured man walk across the room, gun down the rodian and now he had taken of his helmet and was looking at her.

Calm down girl, calm down. If you look frightened they might assume you are hiding from bounty hunters and try to bag you. She thought to herself.

She turned to the bar keep and ordered another drink. "Barman, can I have a drink, and can you offer something strong on me to the man over there who just had to yank his nose round his face? That looked like it hurt"

The barman muttered something about tourists, poured a couple of strong whiskey drinks, handed one to Hanaya and walked across the room toward Leenic Ellsil with the other.

What was she doing here she laughed, hopefully people would just look at her, think her an bar novice and not shoot her today. She jostled the credits in her pocket and tried to work out how many more drinks she could afford if she needed to buy a whole round.

She looked back around the room and caught more eyes on her, a twi'lek, and a man in some kind of breathing mask but she wasn't sure of the species. She tried not to make eye contact with anyone, but as the bar became quieter she really felt like she was standing out a bit.

 

[Alana Calloway]

Tags: Tae'l Vizsla Tovald Kahmen’’a Hanaya Enzar Leenic Ellsil

Alana's mind was going numb, partly from her own efforts, partly because of the drugs and alcohol. She had hoped she could merely put her worries aside, not fret about the idea that someone might be looking to be jumping her on the way out. She could handle herself of course, that wasn't why she was worried though. It was the fact she had no idea who was looking to start trouble with her. She tried to take comfort in the idea she might only be hearing things, only for the Twi'lek's reaction to spark a hint of panic in her eyes. "I hear alot of things, usually dumb things, but still..." She muttered, hand fiddling with the revolver on her hip. Perhaps she wouldn't have to go have a gun fight on her own, but did she want to owe a favor to a Mandalorian? Truth be told, there were worse things to be in debt to.

A second Mandalorian was on the scene, and the Ubese finally removed his helmet. Both of which made Alana feel a bit better about her chances of survival. Though she still didn't want to tempt things. "So, say that there's technically someone looking to throw down outside, anyone want to get a quick adrenaline high?" She asked sheepishly, glancing around the bar, and finding a Pantoran was apparently now talking up the second Mandalorian. "Well, save for the blue girl there, but I mean, this is all a technicality you know?" She chuckled, sitting up in her chair as she held the grip of her revolver. This whole anxiety thing was starting to get to her.

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

There is a definite coppery after taste, not too strong to be of any concern or disgust but not weak enough to go unnoticed. Oh well, you get what you pay for. He has tasted worse, far worse. Some bright spark he used to know shanghaied him into drinking a truly awful concoction that made his nose bleed quite heavily.

Not his brightest moment, he was just as stupid to agree to drink the blasted thing.

Tovald quickly placed his helmet back down as he found breathing difficult after a while, he is after all ill-suited for Type 1 atmospheres, he needs to keep that in mind for the future and right now an almost a creeping sensation took root as he too bristled, if he had hair it would goose pimple through the spreading tension.

Thankfully he has his heavy blaster at his hip just in case something happens. He tore his eyes away from the newcomers to look towards Alana, taking in her sudden shift in mood.

<"Perhaps, depending on who or what is the one itching for a fight."> He replies shrugging before adding, <"it is usually someone drunk or just has a Vibroaxe to grind about something.">

 

[Leenic Ellsil]

Tags: Tovald Kahmen’’a Alana Calloway Hanaya Enzar Tae'l Vizsla

Leenic raised an eyebrow at the barkeep when he approached with the whiskey. "Pantoran Lass says its for you." He said, plopping the drink down next to Leenic and shrugging. "To help with the nose or somethin."

Leenic sighed and nodded at the barkeep before taking a sip from the glass. After swishing the brown liquid around in his mouth and swallowing it, he glanced at the retreating barkeep and then at the Pantoran. Thats...a first. He thought, shrugging and taking a second sip of the whiskey although he made no movements to go towards the girl. If she wanted to talk, she could damn well come to him.

Then the gunslinger woman standing near Tayl spoke up, mentioning something about a brawl. "Maybe after a couple more." He chuckled to himself, leaning back and signaling for the barkeep to walk over. Once the man did, he tapped the glass in front of him. "Get me a second." He said, dropping a couple credits onto the table. "And get one for the Pantoran." The barkeep chuckled. "Ever seen her before?" "Not in my life." Leenic replied, reclining in his seat. "But with any luck she'll be a client that I can make a few hundred credits off of. That'll make my day a lot better."

 

[Hanaya Enzar]

Leenic Ellsil Alana Calloway Tovald Kahmen’’a Tae'l Vizsla

Hanaya relaxed ever so slightly as the armoured man took the drink, did it change his mood? Maybe a little? at least she didn't feel like he was glancing at her with that "you're next" glint in his eye like after she watched him despatch the rodian.

The bartender walked back over and put a fresh drink in her table "from your mandalorian friend" and walked on by. Ah, she thought she recognised the armour when he came in, but so many these days sport stolen or ripped off copies of that armour. The only mandolorian she had ever met was a delivery customer, paid a pretty penny to have some metal ingots and some rfiles delivered a few sectors. Maybe he would have some interesting stories to tell, but walking up to a badass killer and asking for a story seemed a bit risky she chuckled to herself.

The she heard the white haired woman speak up, something about an adrenaline fix, from a gunfight by the sounds of it. Hanayap glanced around her, no other blue girls here, was she expecting a response? What does she say to that?

"I love the sound of an adrenaline fix, but how about a couple of laps of the Mos Espa circuit instead?" She replied trying to sound humorous. The last time she drew her blaster she ended up taking a shot to the arm, the bacta did its job but boy that hurt. Damn pirates. She reached to her belt and cautiously touched the handle of her blaster pistol, reassuring herself that it was still there. She could use it if needed but would really rather not.

Thinking about the circuit now, she would love to just go out and thrash her speeder bike across the desert. Maybe she should think about hiring an escort here.

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

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Tayl's thumb remained on the hammer to her hand-cannon as she stared down the rest of the cantina. The pantoran was certainly out of place, But she didn't look the type to put out a hit on some bounty hunter like Calloway. There others who might have a gripe with her in there, But most had been cleared out or still too focused on breaking eachother's arms to bother with the Echani.

"So, say that there's technically someone looking to throw down outside, anyone want to get a quick adrenaline high?"

She glances at Calloway, Thumb still holding the hammer in place and rotary still silently spinning inside her holster. If they were outside than she was confident this would be a blue milk run. Easy pickings and some fun while she was stuck here.

She gives the crowd a quick lookover. No one seemed interested. Save maybe, Maybe Leenic Ellsil . So rusty was still kicking about after that hunt on Batuu? Might have to say after this.

<"I'll handle it~"> She proclaims to her table, Groaning in a bored tone as she stands <"Be back in a few">

The sound of her star-spurs jingling mixes with the clash of cups and murmurs of patrons as she leaves the table, Marching past the pantoran in full mandalorian armor and her hand firmly locked around the grip of the hand-cannon swaying on her hip.
She slowed only to give Leenic a quick nod on her way past <"I got this one, Vod. Enjoy your drink">

Finally, She might get to shoot something.

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[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

((OOC: I forgot the <translation brackets> I finally started putting them in)) ((Sorry about that))

 

[Hanaya Enzar]

Tae'l Vizsla Tovald Kahmen’’a Alana Calloway Leenic Ellsil

Hanaya focus was drawn to the slightly less rusty looking mandolorian who appeared to be marching toward her with her hand on her gun. She could feel the intensity in the air, had she done something wrong? Maybe offering a drink to a random man in a seedy bar was a mistake.

She gulped and took a swig of her drink, it was good stuff but it made her realised just how dry her mouth was. She tried not to make eye contact with the masked figure and was relieved to see her stomp passed toward the door, nodding at the other man.

It seemed like something serious was about to happen, maybe she should move somewhere else, she had a great view of the whole bar from here, but if bullets started flying she was right out in the open.

"Barkeep, two more please" the barman slid the drinks over and Hanaya picked them up. She stood up and walked over toward Leenic Ellsil was sat, she picked a seat, not at his table but one that she could lean closer to allow herself to be heard.

Putting a drink on the table she leaned in "I totally get if you aren't in the mood to talk, but do you know what is going on here? Are we safe sat here?"

 

[Leenic Ellsil]

Tae'l Vizsla Hanaya Enzar Alana Calloway Tovald Kahmen’’a

<"I got this one, Vod. Enjoy your drink">

Leenic leaned back in his chair raising an eyebrow at Tayl as she passed, chuckling a bit to himself. "Remember to keep your thumb outside of your fist. Don't wanna break it mid-fight." He replied, rubbing his nose. "And please keep them away from my table, I don't need any more brawls for the day thank you very much."

Then Leenic went back to minding his own business. At least until the Hanaya Enzar walked over and set a drink down on his table.

"I totally get if you aren't in the mood to talk, but do you know what is going on here? Are we safe sat here?"

Leenic glanced over at the girl and nodded, picking up the drink he had been given and taking a sip. "I should hope so." He replied, taking another swig. "But safe is a relative term in bar fights, usually it just means you'll be left alone for the first couple minutes of brawling." He then finished his glass and turned fully towards the girl, studying her facial features closely. "And, on that note, care explaining just what you're trying to do here? You've bought me two drinks, but you're obviously not a client so what gives? Trying to get me drunk so you can off me?"

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

A - R E A P E R - N A M E D - V I O L E T​

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

"Remember to keep your thumb outside of your fist. Don't wanna break it mid-fight." He replied, rubbing his nose. "And please keep them away from my table, I don't need any more brawls for the day thank you very much."

Tayl merely shook her head, Rolling her eyes beneath that slick black visor <"Whatever you say, Rusty. No one's getting close enough for punches today">
Surely he was just fething with her right? After all they'd done on Batuu, Surely he didn't think she didn't know how to throw a punch.
Cool it Tayl, You're being paranoid again.

The door opened with a hydraulic ✱hiss✱, Followed by the jingling of star-spurs, Which caught the attention of the thugs outside.
Several looked up at Tayl, Too many for her to accurately count while they were bunched up like this.
She came to a stop right in front of the door, Hand still on her pistol which was secretly whirring to life inside it's sound-dampening holster.

<"You the folks lookin' for Calloway?"> She asked in a neutral tone.

Several of the thugs glanced cautiously at oneanother, And then a large Zabrak man stepped forward, Squinting at the short Twi'lek clad in her mandalorian armor.
"Who wants to know?"

<"A little reaper that calls herself Violet."> Tayl takes a step forward, Putting the thugs visibly on edge

"What do you want, Little girl?!" The Zabrak growled.

<"For you and whoever you work for to kark off!">

The Zabrak abruptly reached for his pistol, But Tayl was faster. Leaning her upper body back and to the side, All she had to do was tilt her big iron out of it's holster and hold the hammer back with the other hand.
Her HUD came to life in an instant, And little targeting reticles began to rapidly highlight each and every one of thugs, Starting with the Zabrak.
She abruptly squeezed the trigger, Holding it down, And all hell broke loose.
Without even adjusting her own aim, The targeting computed carefully adjusted the trajectory of each shot, Sending a violent cascade of particle beams that tore through the air with a ripping sound to match, Bathing the entire entry way in dark orange flame-like light as beams left the barrel faster than even an E-web cannon could expend it's payload.

She stood completely still as she held down that trigger, Never bothering to aim her gun anywhere but directly forward, Watching the particle beams aim themselves and burn holes through armor-weave vests and flesh alike.

15 seconds had passed since she drew her weapon, And now ten or more men lay dead in the mos eisley sand. Some survived, Shielded by the bodies that once stood between them and the little mandalorian, A small cruel boon of luck gifted to them by the force or whatever currents of the universe they happened to believe in. They ran for cover, Nearby buildings or clear out of town.
Maybe some might provide the others with action if they came looking for it, But to Tayl, It was no longer her problem. Her message had been sent, Loud and clear via the whirring of her hand-cannon's rotary.

She took a few steps backward into the cantina, Watching the sliver of light slowly disappear as the doors shut in front of her.
✱sigh!✱ Then she cleaned some dust out of her engraved pistol with a refreshed sigh, And after spinning that hand-cannon back into it's holster, She turned around and walked back towards her table with a bounce in her step.

Gods it felt good to play in this new world of hers

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[Hanaya Enzar]

Leenic Ellsil Tae'l Vizsla Alana Calloway Tovald Kahmen’’a

"And, on that note, care explaining just what you're trying to do here? You've bought me two drinks, but you're obviously not a client so what gives? Trying to get me drunk so you can off me?"

"Get you drunk and try to off you?" Laughed Hanaya, the drink loosening her up a bit. "I dont mean to brag, but if its a race to see who blacks out first, my money is on the 100lb pantoran girl"

She smiled, trying to come across relaxed but still feeling tense around this man who not 10 minutes ago gunned down the previous resident of the booth.

"Its simple really, I felt like you were having a rough day, between the mood around you and your treatment of the rodian" she tried to see if that comment had offended but it was hard to tell. "When you looked in my direction I thought a little bit of drink might cheer you up and maybe dissuade any ill feelings coming my way"

She raised her glass in a cheers motion before going to take a slug from the glass. But before it met her lips she felt a wave of something, something she couldn't identify, but it was horrible. It felt like fear, anger and sudden death. Thankfully it passed in mere moments, she relaxed her hard grip on her glass and took the slug, looking at the door that Tae'l Vizsla had just reentered.

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Tovald noticed the commotion outside but didn't flinch. There are a lot of killings that went on in these places. Such a normal thing that you are desensitised to it. but he did pick up on the tension and a sudden pair of eyes on him. That unease of being watched grew and he quietly got up and headed to the bar, he needed another coppery drink.

Setting down on a barstool he asked for another drink, the Barkeep obliged and he never felt so glad to taste the aftertaste so much. He wondered if disengaging from the conversation he was having was rude, no, he'll return to the table after this one solitary drink.

Those eyes were still on him, Alana's unease was catchy. It's a well-founded unease he wondered with worry that somehow Dio has tracked him down, no he's in the Mid Rim being well himself. No this was someone else, someone with a Vibroaxe to grind.

Oh, the irony. He thought humourlessly.

"Hey you, you owe me 14 credits." A voice hissed in his ear. He knew that voice, an old 'friend'.

<"Oh marvellous, it's you, I owe you nothing."> Tovald replied coldly to the Gran who stood over him. Yup, a lousy day has just got a little worse.

"Actually you'll find out you do. Hand them over."

<"Your memory is slipping, I owe you zero, zilch and some."> Tovald knew this will end in tears. He had almost infinite patience which is starting to wear thin. Especially with someone, he can't stand. He turned away to ignore the being in front of him, hoping he'll get the message.

If not then no one would mind a little bloodshed, after all, it's not like he hasn't done something like this to someone he hated before.

He can handle it himself.

 

[Leenic Ellsil]

Hanaya Enzar Tae'l Vizsla Tovald Kahmen’’a Alana Calloway

"Its simple really, I felt like you were having a rough day, between the mood around you and your treatment of the rodian" she tried to see if that comment had offended but it was hard to tell. "When you looked in my direction I thought a little bit of drink might cheer you up and maybe dissuade any ill feelings coming my way"

Leenic shrugged, picking up his glass and taking a long sip. "Well, I can't really argue with that logic." He said, cracking a smile at her. "What's your name if you don't mind me asking? I figure it best to know the person buying me drinks, for both safety and social reasons."

Taking another swig if his drink, he heard the blaster shots coming from outside, but sensed that Tayl was fine so he didn't stand up. Noticing the Pantoran's distress, he sighed and signaled to the barkeep for another two drinks. "Force sensitive?" He asked, but he already knew the answer. "You get used to it. The feeling of people dying, I mean. Gets easier to deal with the more you sense it." Then as Tayl passed his table, he gave her a thumbs up. "Nice work kid, that sounded clean."

he could sense some tension coming from the bar, and when he looked, he saw Tovald and some big guy talking in hushed tones. He sighed, he was probably gonna have to break up another bad debt deal. Those seemed like they were happening too often around here.

 

[Hanaya Enzar]

Leenic Ellsil Tae'l Vizsla Tovald Kahmen’’a Alana Calloway

Hanaya instantly felt calmer, she had made the right decision then. She placed her glass back on the table and turned her attention back to Leenic.

"What's your name if you don't mind me asking? I figure it best to know the person buying me drinks, for both safety and social reasons."

"Its Hanaya, Hanaya Enzar. How about you? You're a mandalorian i assume?" She replied to Leenic after thinking a moment. What's the harm in sharing her name? Maybe he would look her up and check for bounties, it had happened before but she knew he wouldn't find anything exciting, a few cleared spaceport violations maybe but she had a clean sheet.

"Force sensitive?" He asked, but he already knew the answer. "You get used to it. The feeling of people dying, I mean. Gets easier to deal with the more you sense it."

"You can tell? I have just a little of it, I cant do any magic tricks or all that stuff, just gives me a little edge with people and in flying" she continued nervously "I have been around deaths before, like your rodian friend, but this was quite a strong feeling, havent felt that before, it wasn't nice."

She finished her drink and looked back at Tae'l Vizsla , clean was an interesting choice of words, but she looked uninjured and nothing spilled inside so maybe that was right. How old was she? The man had called her kid, maybe it was just a turn of phrase. Hanaya sized up the other mandalorian to see if she had any 'tells' that might indicate her age, but the armour made it hard to tell. Certainly she wasn't old and seemed in good shape.

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

O L D - F R I E N D S​

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

"Nice work kid, that sounded clean."

<"Thank ya kindly, Leenic!"> Tayl said enthusiastically, Stopping not far from Leenic's table while rolling her neck and shoulders.
She'd have to catch up with him for a moment to be sure, But first came Calloway.

<"Hey cowgirl,"> She began calling out to Calloway for a moment, Cupping her hand beside the "mouth" of her helm <"There's a straggler or two but rest are dead as a kel-dor without a mask!">
She spotted Tovald as well, Currently dealing with someone at the bar counter. Looked to her like he was just having a conversation, Maybe a deal or someone asking him to pay his tab, Nothing that needed her backup nor attention, She thought.

So instead of moving to intervene, She turned back to Leenic's table, <Leenic, Friend,> She gave them both a quick a nod <"What have you been up to since Battu, Rusty?">

Hanaya sized up the other mandalorian to see if she had any 'tells' that might indicate her age, but the armour made it hard to tell. Certainly she wasn't old and seemed in good shape.

Now that she was up close and personal, A few details might stick out to the pantoran that was currently observing her;
Tayl stood at a roughly a mere five feet and three inches, Give or take. The armor and flight suit of varying bulk made it difficult to guess the weight but she seemed fairly average despite the oddly heavy armor she wore, Which looked a little too heavy for someone her size and build.
That armor was of course marked by the emblems of House Vizsla, A blackened hand print on the forehead of her helm and the occasional kill-lines on the helm or pauldrons.
Curiously though were her Lekku; The one head-tail that hung over her right shoulder, Covered in a mixture of armorweave and leather, Came down barely past her shoulder. If the pantoran knew anything of Twi'leki biology, She might know that the Lekku grew much larger with age, And that Tayl's denoted a young teen's body at best. 14 to 16 give or take?
Not to mention, Tayl hadn't ordered nor accepted a single drink since she arrived in this cantina.

<"Oh, Tayl by the way. Clan Vizsla. Friends call me Violet"> She held out a leather-clad hand for the pantoran to shake.

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[Leenic Ellsil]

Leenic took another sip of his drink, rolling his shoulder and nodding. "I'm force sensitive myself, so I can sense it." He said, shrugging. "And I can even do magic tricks with it, so I guess I should be a bit more used to it. Since I'm more attuned or something."

When Tayl walked over and asked what he had been up to, Leenic took a sip of his drink. "You know, Bounty Hunting and stuff like that." He said. "How about you? Anything interesting going on in the house of Visla?"

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

“Look at me when I am talking to you!”

Being grabbed and lifted from his stool wasn’t something Tovald wanted to happen as body language usually sufficed. However, this sleemo didn’t get the memo. Thankfully, he was able to pull his heavy blaster from the holster it was in and under the Gran’s chin. Clearly on the last nerve.

<”Listen very closely, I owe you nothing, so back the Kark off before I make you.”> He hissed lowly, this whole thing is and has been utterly ridiculous. He put his hand out to signal he can handle it as he noticed the sudden silence.

“I recall that we made a bet that I won so hand them over or you are in for a bad time.”

<”Which is the solution for everything in your mind, bad time equals you using your fists like a dumb idiot.”>

The Gran took a swing, Tovald got a fist to the side of his head, the ringing rattled his inner ear, making him drop his blaster, he was dazed. Still holding an arm out to refuse outside interference. Clearing his head of dancing light spots he regained his footing, ducking the next swing and delivering his own right hook this created quite a bit of distance between them both.

“You are true to form, you lot can be really snide.” A snort and then, “Last chance, give me back what you owe and you’ll walk out of here.”

Tovald replied with his own scoff, keeping his growing ire in check. He prides himself in being the more tolerant of his kind, but right now that is being tested to its limit.

<“Depends on the type of scum that decides to make a scene.”>

The Gran charged right for him, taking great offence at that, just what Tovald had expected, unsheathing his Vibrosword he swung at an angle cutting the poor sod in the abdomen and chest, blood splattering the bar and his front. It is a shame it devolved into this, but he certainly was going to defend himself.

Picking up his blaster he put it back in the holster and his Vibrosword back in its scabbard. He gave the Barkeep an apologetic shrug of the shoulder and a handful of credits.

<"Sorry about the mess."> He offered, without taking his now spilt drink with him.

Such a shame, he thought, it shouldn't have come to that, but even a patient man has limits. Besides, self-defence is self-defence no matter how it is applied.

 

[Hanaya Enzar]

Leenic Ellsil Tae'l Vizsla Tovald Kahmen’’a Alana Calloway

The second mandalorian had approached the table and she looked young, working the trade routes, Hanaya met quite a few Twilek business men and 'exotic workers' unless she had them curled up in that tight helmet, her head tails put her no more than her teens? Maybe?

<"Oh, Tayl by the way. Clan Vizsla. Friends call me Violet"> She held out a leather-clad hand for the pantoran to shake.

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"Hanaya, of the Nebulous Convor" she replied, taking the offered hand and shaking it. "You two know each other then?"

Hanaya felt like she needed to know, to help her put her feeling into context, but how do you ask someone something like that? "If its not rude, how many people did you just kill?" She ventured.

Looking back at Leenic, "do you know each other well?"

There was a commotion across the room as the two more patrons started fighting. She saw the man with his rebreather be tussled by a gran who had not long come in. The gran ended up with a vibro blade across his guy, what a messy way to go, Hanaya hated the noise those blade made when they cut, but they were very effective at their job. She almost found herself laughing to herself that she was falling behind in the killing. Maybe if she stepped on that roach that was helping itself to some kind meat on the floor? The alcohol was certainly relaxing her and having these two on friendly terms made her feel a little safer.