Sure are a lot of people in this galaxy

[Riley Topol]

She had forgotten how vast the galaxy was. Riley Topol hadn't been out for a spell, her father and mother kept her aboard the damned Dawn Treader in Fringe space, some reason her brother chose them to defend and align with. No bother, she would keep the Fringe safe, but that just meant not doing anything to harm them. Right now? She was trying to find her own place in the galaxy. Yes, she knew that should her ship come calling, she would return and do what was needed to be done, defend it to the best of her ability. But still, there was so much of the galaxy to see!

And the brunette was expecting to see it all. Bringing her gunboat in for a landing along The Wheel and paying the appropriate amount for parking, she figured this was one of those places Spacers came. She could learn a lot, and find where she should go next. There were a few people she wanted to contact, but there was nothing but time, right? And mainly it was because her father, yes, the biological one, she might be genetically enhanced, but she wasn't a test tube birth, told her not to go there.

She'd find the Foreman of the Techno Union sooner or later. He must have all sorts of toys to get along with. Until then? Well, she would do her best to avoid her brother, and his friends, and prove her worth to the galaxy. Stepping into the station known as the Wheel, she figured the cantina was the best place to stop. Taking a moment to head to the small bunk in her gunboat, she changed out of her Imperial pilot jumpsuit and into a fitting black and red dress. Checking herself in the mirror, and running a hand through her matted wet hair, she nodded.

"Alright, galaxy." Was all she said before stepping out of her ship, and into the cantina. Was it because she was institutionalized due to the ship that it felt like there were way too many people here? Probably. Still, she reached out in the Force, doing her best to gleam their surface thoughts.

That would be enough for now. Stepping up to the bar, she placed a credit chit down and ordered an ale before turning to the holonet screens. Attacks on Coruscant? Hmm, that might be fun, but what else was there? Giving the bar a once over, she nodded to herself before taking a sip of her ale, and sitting up on the stool.

 

[Teroch Gra'tua]

The doors to the cantina opened again, revealing Teroch Gra'tua in his tan long coat and black pants, along with his red scarf and gloves. As the man entered he quickly eyed over the patrons before taking a seat in a booth and ordering a drink "Heh, it's been a while since my last visit here, and... It feels the same." Teroch said to himself frowning for a moment, this was definitely not his favorite planet, or even one he liked, but sometimes he had to come here, not for really any reason, other than to look for jobs and all that. His drink arrived a few moments later, as the mercenary grabbed it before taking a swig of it "Maybe I should just go back to mandalore, take a break for a while... No, they wouldn't welcome me back, they'd see me as a traitor... Most of them anyway." after his sentence he just stared at his drink.

[member="Riley Topol"]

 

[Basark Blu]

Basark sat out back of the cantina, sending punches to a man's jaw. "NEXT..." He shouted, sending another punch to the man's jaw. "TIME...." This time, the man's nose created a loud and disturbing crunching sound as his fist plowed into it. "STAY..." He paused for a moment, glancing at his bleeding knuckles, before continuing. "OUT..." The number of punches started to decrease as exhaustion took over. "OF..." Now, the strength of his punches decreased. "MY...FETHING...WAY!" On his final punch, he knocked the man out cold. He chuckled at the unconscious man, pulling himself to his feet. He then proceeded to head back to the front of the cantina and head inside. He took a seat at the bar stool, ordering a bottle of whiskey.

@Teroch Gra'tua

[member="Riley Topol"]

 

[Riley Topol]

A bit of the drink, that was going to calm her nerves, for sure. She smiled as she looked around, a smile that was more dark than anything. Where was her first target for the evening? She wasn’t going to be buying every drink, was she? She hoped there was someone on this station that would be more than taken by her. Someone she could learn off of, gather information, and find some work. Or at least get her ship fueled.

There were a few people about this galaxy she wanted to run into, it would just take some time. Reaching out with the Force, she was trying to get a feel for the people, she could tell there were confused feelings out in the bench, where @Teroch Gra’tua was sitting, and did she hear right, Mandalore? Hmmm, might be worth talking to, that one.

She could feel the unbridled anger of someone though, and that was exciting. Very, very exciting. Riley grinned as she looked to the back of the cantina, waiting for the one that was walking out of that. Grinning, almost drooling. “So, what happened to him?” Was all she could say at [member="Basark Blu"].

 

[Teroch Gra'tua]

Teroch leaned back in the booth to relax a bit, and to look at the other patrons of the cantina, after all, you couldn't trust everyone, for all the merc knew he could have a bounty on his head. Quietly, the man started to tap his right foot, partially out of impatience to a nonexistent subject, and as something to do "Maybe I could indulge myself a little tonight, a few extra drinks maybe..." for some odd reason, Teroch's mind drifted to his abandoned son [member="Adenn Gra'tua"], the one who he'd abopted around ten years ago, the one who he wasn't sure if he still was his 'son', or just a young man he'd met after the poor guy had lost his arms "Shab... That hit hard..." A tear started forming in the mans eye, before he shed the tear, prompting him to cup his hands around his face, to anyone else he'd just look tired, to him he was sobbing, he'd abandoned his son, left him alone in this galaxy, maybe Adenn didn't feel the same way, but Teroch still felt horrible about it. Removing the hands on his face, the man stared at his drink for a few moments, before finally drinking a few gulps, attempting to push those thoughts out of his mind.

"I guess I now have someone to give an apology to..."

[member="Riley Topol"]
[member="Basark Blu"]

 

[Basark Blu]

"What happened?" He asked, looking towards the woman. "A guy in 'ere tried to cheat in Dejarik...it didn't end too well. He'll probably be alright by tomorrow", He said, climbing into a bar stool beside [member="Riley Topol"] "What brings a woman to this run-down bar? Wouldn't ya want something a little more elegant?" He asked, ordering a bottle of whiskey.

 

[Riley Topol]

For whatever reason, she was still paying attention to the entire establishment. Something her father and mother trained her to do. She was supposed to play stupid games, how many hats were in an establishment, how many pairs of boots, who had the firearms and what they were. The trick was when the ysalamiri were around, and doing it then. That was fun, but still, it stretched her mental muscles, so to speak.

Anyway, the one, [member="Teroch Gra'tua "]was appearing very... closed off? Silent? Tired? Probably not the type of person to approach just yet. Unless he was a quest holder. She would just keep her attentions elsewhere. Dark brown eyes kept looking around the bar, even while her attentions were on @Basark Bru.

"Dejarik? What kinda place is this?" She looked around again. She'd expect pazaak, or sabbacc but not dejarik. "Thats a pretty gentlemanly game to start a brawl over." He brown eyes watched him as she sipped from her glass, tongue tracing her lips for the stray liquor."Travel." She smiled and nodded. "Had some vacation time come up, figure I might see whats worth causing a war about." The grin on her face was a bit dark, but still, the idea of causing a war was... fun.

 

[Basark Blu]

"Here is the thing, though. We were betting with fething credits, he took all six hundred and seven of 'em. Also, if he doesn't show up or goes missing after a couple a days, tell the police that a Twi'lek killed 'em, alright?" He asked, sipping the whiskey. "I don't think he's dead, but he looks like...smells like it, too". He let out a sigh, taking another sip of the whiskey. "Yeah, I see. Ya see, I'm an exterminator. Not like a "Pest" exterminator, I'm talkin' 'bout Coruscani Ogres and the like". He then set the bottle down on the table, removing a cigar. He ignited it with a match, before removing it from his mouth for a moment. "I came out 'ere for one simple reason...credits. Sure, you can call me greedy or whatever, but ya need them things", He said, chuckling.

[member="Riley Topol"]

@Teroch Gra'tua

 

[Teroch Gra'tua]

Teroch overheard a conversation in the cantina, one that involved the apparent death of a man because he cheated. The man turned to the voices, revealing a man with red skin and a woman with... Skin, but if one of them mentioned that he might have killed someone, wether accidentally or not, then they just committed a crime, or one of them anyways "So," Teroch said clearly while standing up "You might have just killed a man, over some lost credits? Not, doing something more reasonable like, give him a few smacks and take the credits? Teroch only just realized that he didn't have his weapons, or a weapon for that matter "Becase if there were more people who reacted like that in the universe, then I'd have been dead a long time ago..." the merc took a step towards the two "And if the CSF really wanted to see why the guy went missing, they'd end up here, and there is a large chance of security cameras around this place... And there might be a few witnesses, like me."

[member="Riley Topol"]
[member="Basark Blu"]

 

[Basark Blu]

"Eh man! I did nothin' alright?" He asked, slowly reaching into his trench coat, obviously gripping something. "Why don't ya sit back down? I don't like your threating tone, sir", He declared, anger in his voice. "You should also try to mind your own business, or people get hurt", He said, grinning as the sound of something clicking in his trench coat went throughout the bar. "Sit...down..."

 

[Riley Topol]

Who in their right mind bet credits on Dejarik? Not Riley, never her. But the next thing, that the loser was fighting was something she didn’t expect. “Yeah…. Sure?” She quirked up an eyebrow, looking at the man who just potentially killed another. She wasn’t going to mess with that sort of thing. And an… exterminator. “Well, how’s that career?” Maybe she should get oe of those.

“But I mean, credits do make the galaxy go ‘round.” She nodded with a smile. A smile until the man from the other table, the Mando, started speaking. What did he want? Oh, law.

On The Wheel?

News to her.

Hearing the sound of…. Something, she started to call the Force to her, waking up for it, in case she needed to do something. Unlike the rest of her line that had two, maybe three powers between them, she was open to the full array, and was going to grow to learn a lot of different abilities. Still, she was waiting, ready.

[member="Basark Blu"] @Teroch Gra'tua

 

[Teroch Gra'tua]

The click explained it to Teroch, the red skinned man was going to shoot the merc, and all he could do about it was sit down, if only he'd brought armor and weapons, beskar could have helped him now. Raising his hands the man sat down, before slowly placing his hands on the table, even though it was too late Teroch realized he had a knife with him, if only he had remembered sooner though. He turned to the two, clearly they had atractted the attention of the whole cantina, with both the old merc's attention attracting speaking and the loud click from the other mans coat, not that the civvies would do anything to help Teroch now, he had gotten himself into this, and he was getting himself out. He slowly leaned back hands still on the table, before speaking to himself "I would have loved to see how my son would have taken on this situation... Probably head on, with all that beskar armor and all..." The man turned away from the two, a tear swelling up in his eye again "it's a good thing you brought a weapon though, unlike me." Teroch flashed a quick smile, before his hands were brought together, before he started twiddling his thumbs, he hoped he didn't have to die at the hands of this thug, not him, not now.

[member="Basark Blu"]
[member="Riley Topol"]

 

[Basark Blu]

Basark started chuckling, slowly removing a pocket watch. He slammed the lid down, creating the same loud click. He shook his head, closing the watch. "You really thought I'd kill you?" He asked, grin wide. Suddenly, the man who Basark had attacked in the alleyway stumbled through the door. His face was covered in gore and was clutching his ribs. The man took one glance at Basark, quickly turning to walk out of the cantina. Basark chuckled, sliding the watch back into his coat. "If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have used this watch...I would have used...this", Basark said, removing a large revolver from his trench coat. The revolver had many scratches on it, most from his encounters with creatures he had killed. "See! I didn't kill nobody, dead men don't walk", He said, popping open the cylinder of the weapon. He removed several of his custom "Maggot" rounds, which were rather large, loading them into the weapon. He spun the cylinder, slamming it shut and grinning. He slid the weapon back into his trench coat, securely tucking it into his shoulder holster.

[member="Riley Topol"]

@Teroch Gra'tua