The Dogs Are Parched

[Raiz]

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[SIZE=14pt]The Wolf’s Cantina, Sundari, Mandalore.[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]The sounds of the many patrons coming in and out of the local cantina was enough to echo the sounds from within well throughout the local vicinity, if it were any other place it would of been called to close its doors for disturbing the peace, however as the establishment was quite frequently visiting by the local residents, no one seemed to care enough to make any sort of complaints. Kelly was not the sort to drink anything that could alter one’s perception of the world, this was well known by the clan members, however they still dragged their alor along to join them in celebrating the coming of age that several younger members had throughout the week, and who can rightly say no to a celebration. However, in spite of the fact that it was supposed to be a relaxing get together, every member of clan Bitzer remained in their armament which was easily noted with the brown paint that each member applied in their own fashion. Most had their helmets either latched to their belt or under their arm, not Kelly however, a Mandalorian helmet comes in handy in many situations, and are never simply just used for combat, even if specifically designed for such.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]After giving a warm embrace to the members of the clan which approached their alor, and a firm handshake to the newly made adults of which they are the reason for the celebration, Kelly wandered up to the bar and sat upon a nearby stool. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“Glass of water, don’t ask why.”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the voice which emitted the helmet was clearly modified and altered, though the voice came out sounding more robotic, whether intentional or not it did not matter as it was clear enough for anyone who was not severely deaf to hear.[/SIZE]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Anthea wasn't one that particularly enjoyed Mandalorians - at least, she didn't enjoy the previous administration of the Mandalorian Empire. Ripe with nerf herders, murder, genocide and all other sorts of awful things. It seemed though that things were turning around for them. The newish Mand'alor seemed competent and not... Insane, like the previous one. It was always a pleasant surprise when a leader takes over and actually isn't crazy, sociopathic, and attempts to nullify Force users or lock them away until they choose to be 'cured.' It seemed like the Mandalorians had come along way since their great civil war.

Anyway, none of that really mattered to Anthea. She lived on Harrid, carefully making a living in IT while living at night as an assassin who killed Sith and their compatriots. It was a nice gig. And she'd always be grateful to Shadow for introducing her to the organization. Although, she really could have done without the mind torture. That was a little overkill, despite her understanding of his reasoning.

She had finished her kill, covered all of her tracks, and locked away the gear in a transport that would be leaving in the morning. All in all, an easy days work. A shower and a dress, she decided to hit a cantina. One seemed particularly interesting - the Wolf's Cantina. She came in, wearing a dress, her glowing skin radiating. She got some looks but it seemed most of them tried to avoid looking at her, to see her enchanting glow. Weaklings, she thought. She slipped onto a stool before smiling at the bartender and the man? woman? Bloody Mandalorians and their constant fetish with armor, beside her who asked for water. "I'll take a shot of uh... Tihaar, I suppose." Always time to try something new. "Water, eh?"

[member="Kelly Bitzer"]