Faction The Foundation | Rest & Roughhouse

[Yuri Maji]

TOSHARA | JAUNTA'S HOPE
TAGS: OPEN
GEAR: In bio

THEME​

Surrounded by a host of other planets that did the job of drawing attention away perfectly, Toshara allowed those who knew about it an excellent chance at hiding away and letting heat die off. The small town of Jaunta's Hope had a respectable spaceport for travellers to service and repair their ships, and a tavern for them to quench their thirst and satiate their hunger while they waited. For those that looked for trouble, they could find it quite easily in the small town and surrounding areas. Gangsters and pirates hid in the hills and surrounding areas, as well as in town.

But for those who wanted to keep to themselves, it was almost a paradise. Nobody bothered anyone, they kept to their own business. Stuffing one's nose where it didn't belong was an easy way to get shot or stabbed by the myriad of questionable characters that inhabited the town.

Which was why the small smuggler's moon was quickly gaining traction for the more unsavoury characters within the Foundation as well as those who were determined to uphold the law. Being just outside RNR space and in such proximity to The Foundation, drawing the attention of the good, the bad and the ugly was pretty much inevitable. But for the moment, that attention went unnoticed by Toshara's inhabitants, who simply went on with their daily tasks and schemes.

As far as holes in the wall went, Toshara was pretty high up on the list. An old smuggler's moon used by people that didn't want to be found. All things considered, it was pretty similar to Tatooine, only Toshara didn't constantly draw the attention of various cartels, governments and other entities that would jeopardize its status as a spot to lay low. Yuri wasn't all that involved in the kind of unsavoury shenanigans that would warrant him camping out on this pitiful dust ball anymore, however it was familiar to him.

The Foundation was filling the hole in his heart quite nicely so far, but between stopping and starting riots, boarding imperial ships and simply playing soldier, the Hound needed some time to relax and catch his breath. The was a war brewing and he was likely going to end up in the middle of it, whether he wanted to or not.

But that was a concern for another day. At the moment, his ship was being serviced and he had all the time in the world for a drink, a game of sabacc, and likely some other actions that would get him into trouble. To top it all off, as his payment of coupons never arrived, the bill could be covered by Foundation HQ this time. He was going to have some fun. The Mandalorian paid no mind to the stares and glances as he entered the cantina in Jaunta's Hope. His helmet was set aside on the counter and a beer quickly found its way into his hands.

Spoiler: OOC

This is meant to be a simple social for Foundation Peeps and allies. Mingle, have a brawl, pick a fight with locals in the hills, chase space pigeons through the streets. Anything goes, come have some fun!

 

[James 'Slinger' Antilles]

Slinger was dozing in the corner his feet kicked up on the corner booth. Dozing with his hat drawn down over his eyes, his sunglasses on. Slingers booth allowed for a view of the entire bar, his eyes flicked up as a Mandalorian walked in. Mandalorian Shistaven at that hmm that was interesting. Mandalorians believed in adoption as much as genetics so he knew that other species occasionally got blended in with their culture, but still a Mandalorian Shistaven rang a bell where had he seen or heard one before.

It clicked. The Foundation. He'd heard rumours on one of his runs about a couple of Mando's joining the cause one of them being a Shistaven. What were the odds there were two of them this close to Foundation space. Unless there was an entire Mandalorian Clan of Shistaven he didn't know about- which admittedly was possible- not very likely. Slinger heaved himself up from his table and made his way over and sat down.

"Hello comrade." Slinger said by way of greeting and flicked some credits to the bartender. "his drinks are on me."

"James 'Jimmy Slinger' Antilles pleased to meetchya." Slinger said by way of introduction. Jimmy started stroking his chin stubble enjoying the scratchy feel.

"In between missions saving the galaxy I see. Don't see too many Mandalorians around here. Let alone Mandalorian Shistaven. So I see one enter the same bar I'm in and I say to myself. Jimmy what are the chances there are two Mandalorian Shistaven in this edge of space. Jimmy I answer back not very likely. So I say to myself well that must be the fella I've heard of then."

"So I thought I'd be friendly and buy you a drink one comrade to another." James finished with a grin.

"Zeltron whiskey if you have it." Jimmy ordered from the bartender. The bartender shook his head in a negative. Jimmy sighed then perked up seeing a business opportunity. "I can get you some cheap well er cheaper if you like?"

Bartender looked intrigued for a moment then shook his head stubbornly. James turned away disappointed.

"What about Naboo we're pretty close to the RNR you must have something?" the bartender nodded and brought out a bottle of honey brandy.

James sipped surprised that it wasn't half bad.

"What's brought you to this barren rock and this bantha pooddo of a dive?" Jimmy glanced up to see the bartender scowling at him "Er no offense pal."

"Me. I'm just hear to relax a bit. People say things are gonna kick off pretty soon. Figured I'd catch a bit of peace in a place I feel comfortable. Heard there was some big fancy diplomatic event going down recently. Not my scene."

"Can you imagine! Me Jimmy Slinger at some fancy ball wearing a suit. All fillery and tassles and the like."

"Bet you'd make a splash a Mando walking right in amongst all the fancy dress. People would wonder if you were some sort of exotic bodyguard." Jimmy let out a bark of laughter.

"So tell me what's brought you here of all places?

Yuri Maji

 

[Corin Trenor]

CORIN
JAUNTA'S HOPE | TOSHARA

In the shadow of a slowly circling turbine, Corin rest with the light coming and going; painting a rhythm from behind closed eyes, one turn at a time.

He leaned back, the crown of his head brushing against the cold, hard steel of the exterior as he drifted slightly to one side. His arms hung loosely in his lap, resting atop the layers of his cloaked clothing. Cross-legged, his boots scraped softly against the dirt, grinding the gravel into fine desert dust. With a quiet exhale, Corin lifted the ends of his hair from his eyelids, brushing them aside. All the while, the hum of life flowed through the cantina wall, a distant murmur that seemed to speak softly to him.

This had been his past few days. A day turned into two, then three, now closing in on a week. A contact was supposed to stop by Jaunta's Hope and deliver stolen information, but they had yet to arrive. A few days late was an inconvenience; a week was a problem. Corin was prepared to leave if the delay turned out to be part of a larger, more dangerous issue.

Recent events had forced Corin to confront his past self, an impulse he could not shake no matter how much it irritated him. That petulant, angry brat would have been far too impatient for a mission like this. He would have charged headfirst into danger, tracked down the contact on hostile ground, and waged a one-man campaign to reclaim what was lost, if it had ever been taken at all. There was no waiting, no sitting idly by as time ticked on.

It was that same ticking clock that left him restless, even if he refused to admit it. It allowed for too much thinking.

He grumbled lowly and shifted, tossing from one side to another.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

A pink figure straightened up and wiped the back of their hand across their forehead. A yellow ribbon held an equally pink flop of hair back while she'd been buried in the internals and pipes of the local energy supply. Bright blue overalls were covered with various streaks of dirt and grease by that point. The large wrench in her hand soon shook in the direction of the generator as its owner declared, "You behave now, ya hear? Y'hear? You hear?" Cali's waist wavered side to side as she tried to figure out the local lingo.

With a shrug, the Zeltron set the large wrench back down in the supply cabinet and clapped her hands together. Not that the act got rid of a speck of dirt from hands or clothing. "That'll keep it running for some time yet." They were lucky she'd been passing through with her ship when word through the grapevine got to her; locals had been having some issues with power remaining stable.

Of course, it wasn't that they hadn't maintained their generator -- though they could have done a better job at it, preventative maintenance was important people! -- but that some newer arrivals were siphoning or using a bit more than the community had planned for when they bought the generator. Criminals. Gangsters. What could you do? Such irresponsible rascals. Well, Cali knew of ways to coax more power out. A few improvements hear, some complete replacements and upgrades there... place shouldn't need to worry for a good while.

With a hearty exhale, she made a quick downhill run from the generator toward a local watering hole's back door with a grin on her face. Time to relax! Not that dealing with machinery wasn't one of countless ways Cali Ziiva used to relax. She had a surprising knack for them; a Force-based intuition allowing her to understand their hopes, their dreams... their complaints.

Soon as Cali walked in through the back, however, something struck her. Well, first, some feisty sapient in the corner tried to 'strike' her with their hand, but they got a puff of Cali's Happy Vibes gun instead. Hallucinogenics were bad, kids, mmkay, unless they were used to keep someone from doing something worse like unwanted advances. The dispenser was quickly pocket as her bright eyes were toward the center of the room. Oh! Where was the music?

A few long strides and Cali threw her lighter self up against the side of the music box. With a warble it sprang to life with an old time tune. She let out a giggle before staggering toward the bar as she recovered her balance. Poor thing just needed a wake-up call after all the power hiccups earlier.

"Water, Big Keep!" she called out as she drew near the bar. "Oh, and make sure your ice box is at the right temperature before I leave. Who knows when I'll pass through again. Busy cutey, you know?"

Big, bright eyes blinked as they turned on a swivel to look over at the two men at the bar beside her. "Oh, heya. I'm Cali. Welcome to the best Cantina in Jaunta's Hope!" It might be the only one, she wasn't entirely certain.

Yuri Maji | James 'Slinger' Antilles | Corin Trenor​

 

[FN-999 (restored)]

TOSHARA - TOWN OUTSKIRTS

Nines took a moment to catch his breath, a pair of ruffians lying motionless beneath him.​

They were only his most recent victims, with half a dozen other unsavory types attempting to make away with his money or life only to end up brought down by a bullet, or armored fist and boot. Compared to professional soldiers on the battlefield and veteran Jedi warriors, they were almost laughably easy to deal with. There was no grand strategy to calculate, no entrenchments and fortifications to break down. Simply by walking down the alleyways of Toshara alone, the criminals and pirates of the moon would come to him in search of an easy target, not realizing that he was more than just an ordinary stormtrooper on an ill-advised vacation until it was too late.

So, having caught his breath, the Baron continued down the narrow dirt path on the outskirts of town that he had been following for the past two hours or so since disembarking on the world supposedly playing host to an informal Foundation meeting.

Fighting had always been therapeutic for the Baron, especially in recent years. It kept his mind from racing and his sanity intact, his focus solely on the battlefield and his opponent. The aiming of a rifle, the swinging of a knife, and the execution of a punch were as familiar to him as breathing and walking. Locked in a series of familiar motions, Nines had no time to worry about the decisions he had made in the final days of the Empire, the next step forward for Borosk, or the ultimate goal of reconstructing a new, stronger, more capable Imperial order. All complicated by his involvement in the Foundation, forcing him to interact with some of the very beings he had once sworn to destroy in pursuit of a tenuous shared goal and in opposition to a common foe.

If left to fester, such thoughts would surely drive him insane.

Tags: Open​

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[AG-137]

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He had received numerous stories regarding the Moon of Toshara from his connections in the Criminal Underworld. Some claimed it was the ideal refuge from law enforcement due to its isolated nature, while others described it as a hub of criminal activity, populated by a diverse array of offenders, from gangsters to Hutt Lords and even the Pyke Syndicate. ​

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Each faction maintained its own territory, yet none could assert complete control over the planet. However, his purpose for being there was far more honorable than engaging in trivial conversations with the locals. ​

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He had come to aid refugees in their resettlement, individuals who had escaped the devastation of the Core War and the subsequent collapse of the Dark Empire, as well as the chaotic retreat of the Imperial Warlords scattered across the galaxy from the remnants of the Empire of the Lost. ​

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San Can-e stroked his chin thoughtfully, relishing the gentle breeze that flowed through his beard, while his long blue robe draped around him, serving as a quiet reminder of his mission and that of the Foundation. ​

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"Master Surravod, we have a problem down at the soup kitchen." one of the children exclaimed as they hurried to his side. Although they appeared to be no older than 13 in human years, they had witnessed much since the fall of Empress Teta.​

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Many of the children present had experienced the ravages of war firsthand, yet they were too young to wield a blaster and defend themselves. The Foundation aimed to provide care for these vulnerable individuals, but the number of children in need far exceeded the organization's capacity to feed and shelter them. ​

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"Let us resolve the problem then, my friend. Lead the way." He said with a soft expression walking down from the hill side towards the refugee camp. ​

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He could hear a small commotion on the other side of the wall, noticing fairly quickly that the Haxion Brood Raiders had come to seek protection money. ​

 

[Zev Tantor]

Angel’s Military Legacy
TOSHARA | JAUNTA'S HOPE
TAG: Open, if @frikkie potgieter isn’t around.
GEAR: That’s Classified! (In my BIO)

Why did he want to meet here?

Zev walked into what looked to be a slaughterhouse doubling as a Cantina. It didn’t bother him, he was armed, didn’t have everything he normally carried, just a sidearm and a scattergun, but that was beside the point.

Zev was here to meet with an old friend about “getting the band back together”. Several members of his battlegroup when he was with the 3rd didn’t like sitting on their thumbs, and were not happy that Halpern seemed to forget about all of them. That was fine, that was what they would talk about, but Zev was a recovering alcoholic. WHY HERE?

“What can I getcha hunny?!” Belched the server.

Elba Water and a Nerf Burger with Tosharan fries.

“How d’you wancher burger done, hunny?”

Burn it. He liked his steaks medium to medium rare, but anyone who wanted that on a burger was WRONG!​

Yuri Maji | James 'Slinger' Antilles | Corin Trenor | Cali Ziiva

 

[Yuri Maji]

TOSHARA | JAUNTA'S HOPE
TAGS: James 'Slinger' Antilles | Cali Ziiva | Zev Tantor
GEAR: In bio

THE UNKNOWING​

With a long sip of his beer, Yuri rummaged through his pouches in search of his cigarettes. But he, and his plans of unwinding, was momentarily interrupted when a stranger approached him out of nowhere. The Hound instinctively clenched his fist and readied his wrist blaster when the stranger apparently recognized him, speaking as if they were old friends.

As the man introduced himself and continued to speak, Yuri relaxed somewhat and sat back to place a cigarette between his lips. A spark from his vambrace’s flamethrower brought him the relaxation he craved as he listened to the motor mouth. The man wasn’t giving him a sideways edge to get a word in.

”Name’s Yu-”

"Zeltron whiskey if you have it."

"I can get you some cheap well er cheaper if you like?"

Yuri sighed and shook his head with a tired smile. Never in his life did he expect to meet someone who could talk more than him. At least he had good taste. Yuri quickly finished his beer as the honey brandy was brought out. He wasn’t going to say no to a drink like that.

The man finally asked about what brought Yuri to this side of the galaxy. The Shistavanen opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off once again as James cut him off. A chuckle escaped along with a plume of smoke as Yuri glanced at the man.

Finally granted a chance to speak, Yuri turned slightly to face the man as he took another puff. ”Same as you, from the look of things. Soldierin’ ain’t my type of thing. Figured I’d take a few minutes to myself before another offensive gets launched.” He remarked with a shrug. ”Thanks for the drink, by the way. But yeah… felt like clearin’ my head a little. Kick back, unwind, get something to distract myself a little bit before I turn into a bloody Wardog.” He chuckled at his own comment and helped himself to a sip of his drink.

He was about to continue when a few other people arrived, the most peculiar of which was a bubbly Zeltron with way too much energy for a place like this. Yuri didn’t care all that much about that. ”Speakin’ of distractions.”

The Zeltron joined the two drifters by the bar, ordering a glass of water. Yuri calmly swivelled around to face the girl with a cool grin. ”Special occasion? Or just spreadin’ good vibes around? He asked the Zeltron. ”Yuri Maji.” He introduced himself to the girl with an extended hand, momentarily letting his intrusive thoughts win over his attention toward James.

Burn it.

The remark drew a twitch of the shistavanen’s ear for a moment. A spare glance at the tall figure had Yuri look at James with confusion. ”Tall guy, military. Know him?” He quietly asked the smuggler as he nodded to the stranger. Turning back to Cali, the sly grin and starry eyes returned. ”So, any reason for bein’ so far out here? This hole ain’t exactly a pillar of civilization, you know.” He continued with his half-baked attempt at flirting with the Zeltron.

 

[James 'Slinger' Antilles]

Tag: Zev Tantor Cali Ziiva Yuri Maji


James nodded and grinned as Yuri explains what he was doing in the dive bar.

"Ah hells I can appreciate that. I'm not much of a soldier myself. Still I expect I'll be running some kind of supply missions and the like." James frowned "Don't know who well I'd do in an actual battle with charging lines of soldiers, tanks and AT Ats and the like, but I reckon I can do my part."

James took a sip of his drink.

"Hmm this really ain't half bad."

James frowned thoughtfully over what the Mando said and his own opinion of the coming conflict.

"Still as long as I still find time to help out the little guy you know? Never had much time for big nations going to war with each other. It's the little guy that always gets creamed. Joined Foundation hoping they'd be different. Not saying they've done anything to make me think otherwise yet, but it's got me a little worried let me tell you."

"Honestly I hadn't thought it through that deeply. He was here to help the little guy plain and simple. What the higher ups decided to do was almost none of his business except… It could get ugly you know, real ugly. The galaxy has had one war after another for as long as anyone can remember."

"Way I figure it Foundation is actually trying to do some good in between all of that. So maybe they have to get a little dirty doing it. I'm not saying they fart rainbows and roses but until they prove themselves otherwise they're our best bet."

Slinger grinned and snorted.

"Besides what else am I gonna do go back to smuggling. Although apparently there's a decent market for Naboo products this edge of space. A smart gentlemen might be able to make some profit out of that."

Slinger eyed the Zeltron girl walk in. If he'd been fifteen years younger he'd have been hitting on her from the moment she sat down. Now he just shook his head at such youthful exuberance.

"Jimmy Slinger" James said by way of introducing raising his glass from Yuri's other side. Glad he'd finally introduced himself to her. "I'm afraid they're out of Zeltron whiskey. I already asked."

James eyed the military man Yuri pointed out in the same movement of raising his glass. He shook his head at Yuri.

"Can't say I do. Trouble?" James whispered leaned against the bar had casually resting on his blaster in case it was needed.

James was used to a little trouble, even liked a bit of trouble occasionally. He just hoped he'd be able to finish his drink first. Besides Slinger was kinda curious how his new Mando friend might do in a fight. Mando's had big reputations. Sometimes in the same breath as Jedi and Sith. Slinger had met a few in his travels. Hard not to these days but seeing one up close in action might be worth seeing. First they had to wait and see what the military man might do.

 

[James 'Slinger' Antilles]

(It double posted for some reason. Delete please.)

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Wide, bright eyes meet Yuri's gaze at the Shistavanen's warm reply. Cali took his hand with hers, not really thinking about how clean it might be -- but she'd totally wiped it earlier, so at least there wasn't lots of grease or something on it! "Always time for good vibes, Yuri! If it weren't so exhausting, I'd say the galaxy could use more Zeltrons in it to help just vibin', ya know?" It wasn't just any pink or purple or otherwise cutey that could weather the storm out in the wide galaxy. They were emotionally aware creatures and the people in the galaxy were just powder kegs of emotion.

Yuri's attention briefly flagged as another ordered an extra charred meat sandwich. In that moment, Jimmy lifted his drink and introduced himself. The pink one gave him a big grin as she lifted her water in response. "They are?" Her eyes widened as they swung back to the bartender. Of course, he didn't show any shame in the fact. Talk about dead fish eyes. This place totally needed a Zeltron's touch, but she didn't have a lifetime to spend here. Too much to do. Too many parties to host. "Are you looking for some?" she asked as she resumed peering around the Shis at the cowboy.

Were they really cowboys though? Like, anyone see any cows nearby? Not even banthaboys. No bantha! Shipboys could get all sorts of wrong impressions though.

Suddenly Yuri asked about the guy that wanted some hearty -- if perhaps overcooked -- meal. Cali couldn't help but turn her head to look at James without even trying to be discrete. Of course, she was pink, so 'discrete' was just a little hard to come by even if she tried really hard.

Just as quickly, her attention snapped back to Yuri as he sought to slide right back into the conversation. "Which means they are in desperate need for a party planner and mechanic. Also, with the Foundation trying to setup shop everywhere around Tatooine, I thought I might scout the region. You know, I once worked out here. Back when the old Confederacy of Independent Systems was around." Cali nodded her head. "Built all sorts of things. Saw all sorts of things. I've been to Toshara before. Long ago, but I figured some might need a cutey's services before things kicked off. You've heard the news, right? About them trying to organize some kind of gathering? Usually that precedes all kinds of stuff, so why not help people be on a good foot before it starts?" Long story short, she gave Yuri a big ol' smile. "What brings a handsome man like you far from the pillars of civilization?"

In fact, Cali did look exceptionally young for the claim she'd just made. Being a chatter box someone might even be able to pry out how from her if they asked. They might learn how even if they didn't ask. Still, no point giving the man her life story like some kind of narrative dump.

James 'Slinger' Antilles | Zev Tantor | Yuri Maji​

 

[Saul Whesai]

Saul had been in the shadows of the Catina, looking up roster spots on ships leaving the planet on the datapad. The cantina was a nice enough spot for being on a backwater in outlaw country. Till the bar started getting full with workers coming in to drink their day's pay away. There was also the collection of mercs and personalities that you would usually see pass through a backwater like this onto their next job. Once the Mando came in though, that's when he decided it was time to leave. After his previous interactions with the warrior culture, he knew being here wouldn't be the best life decision once the punches started flying. Thankfully though, the local Zeltron was distracting him while he packed up his things and slipped out the back door.

Turning the corner of the cantina, he ran smack dab into another entanglement he didn't expect. A young man his age, probably another traveler, rolled from one side to another against the ramshackle bar. Doubting it was the local grub that was affecting him, the Android hesitated before walking up to him and leaning against the bar's brick walls, asking. "Credit for your thoughts?" Maybe it was nothing, but the Android knew what it was like to be alone and wrestling with something. Maybe Saul could give the man the answer he needed.

Corin Trenor

 

[Corin Trenor]

CORIN
JAUNTA'S HOPE | TOSHARA
TAG: Saul Whesai

He opened an eye, squinting as the sunlight peered through the spinning blades of the scrap windmill.

"Hm," his vision adjusted, seeing a stranger before him. Some young man, maybe lost. The words had taken a moment longer to sink and settle in. "I'm thinking, I quite like my rest."

Though Corin had not allowed himself to drift back onto it, yet. Seated on the bench, his head still leaning back against the wall.

"Do you need something?"

 

[Zev Tantor]

Angel’s Military Legacy
TOSHARA | JAUNTA'S HOPE
TAG: Open, if @frikkie potgieter isn’t around.
GEAR: That’s Classified! (In my BIO)

FINALLY!

His “contact” came walking in and sat down. Which still did not answer the question, so might as well ask it outright.

Alright you womprat. Why here?

Lt. Colonel Adnar Solo (no relation to the smuggler), former Section Leader of The 103rd. Well things were getting interesting. “Here because it’s out of the way and I don’t come alone.”

What does that even mean?

“We know what you’re planning and want in.” Okay, this was getting weird.

First of all, keep your voice down. Second. Who is “we”? Third, what are you talking about?

“Don’t be stupid, Captain.” Solo retorted. “Me and several members of the 103rd. We’ve been sitting on our thumbs for months.”

Sounds…

“Sounds what? ‘Gay’?” Solo was indeed homosexual and was very sensitive(understandably so) towards those riffs.

I was going to say “Sounds pointless”. What makes you think something is going on?

“Prakith, Tython… I can go on. ‘The Celestial City’ as well as your ‘Silver City’ are out and about and not the ‘museums’ they were said to be turning into.”

So, they were sold. They are… or were the property of Angellus’ wife’s company.

Solo just glared at him indignantly. “Look. If you don’t want to talk about it, fine, but the offer stands.” Tantor just let his eyes flicker around in a manner that the pilot would get that this was not the place for his outburst.​

Yuri Maji | James 'Slinger' Antilles | Corin Trenor | Cali Ziiva

 

[Saul Whesai]

Raising an eyebrow, Saul's electric blue implants scanned over the traveler. He was... different. Despite how he looked, he wasn't the usual traveler or a refugee. A mover or a merc like the ones in the cantina maybe. But there was something more regal about him maybe... Noble... Like he was a warrior on a long quest like in the Holoflicks. That alone was enough to make Saul focus and try to get as much as he could out of this interaction. Hopefully, this man will be a good contact in the times to come.

Pushing his theories into the back of his mind, he took a seat next to the man and took a lollipop from his pocket. As he unwrapped it, he commented. "For something you like, rest seems to hate you." Plopping the candy into his mouth, the Android started to get up to his feet, making it like he was getting ready to leave. "I was just wondering what could trouble a cute roughneck guy like you. But I can leave you to your business." He was hoping the "cute" part would get a reaction out of the new acquaintance if nothing else. The Android might well get a little entertainment out of this "probing" while he was at it. After his recent bout of isolation, he needed something to make him grow a smile on his face.

Corin Trenor