The Happy Wanderer

[Davin Jusik]

Mos Espa
Port 117

Sand.

Amin had never witnessed such quantities in his twenty nine years of existence. Below him walked various beings who'd lived their entire existence without seeing so much as a tree, no matter where one went on Tatooine there was always one constant. For an outsider what was mundane for the locals created a moment of wonder. Who in the name of the Force had decided that it was a good idea to settle on a world whose sole notable features were thousands of miles worth of wasteland and Krayt Dragons? The man couldn't help but give a chuckle as the passenger shuttle landed and unceremoniously lowered it's ramp, greeting him with an arid blast of air. Dust grated against his teeth as he shuffled for the first time onto the planet with a diverse collection of beings, in both race and deed. Blinding light from the twin suns seemed to penetrate through his sunglasses and the bustle of the space port sounded as loud as the market square in Avalonia.

He would appear as an overtly happy or high tourist to the natives, with a child's grin plastered across a face that was so often charged with providing an expression of grim will.

But not today. He was not subjugating a population on an alien world, or hunting down a traitor today. This was a vacation of sorts, seeing a place he'd never seen, and doing things he'd never done.

The jovial FOSB Agent that technically didn't exist lit a small cigarillo that was rolled with a mix of tobacco and a slightly psychoactive agent before exiting the landing bay. He wore an olive drab t shirt with tan cargo pants and boots, with a seabag thrown over his shoulder.

The man whistled as he found his way into a nearby cantina and ordered a local brew.

Nothing like a drink to kick off a potentially fatal wandering into an inhospitable wasteland.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Krenis had hit rock bottom. Or in this case, sand. The Fett clone had left the Republic some time before and had no burning desire to return to Mandalore with this new Mand'alor calling for crusades. Crusades. Relics of the ancient practices of his adopted people when they had worshiped war as a deity above all else. This new Mand'alor still did, from what he understood. That was something Krenis could never support even though he had been created, down to his modified genetics, for war. Not just any war, but the greatest war in memory, and one of the largest in Republic history that eventually brought about its downfall. He was created to win that one, but it had all been a ploy and they had lost. They had lost everything and the Sith won everything they had desired. That was something Krenis would neither forget nor forgive.

But his life as a soldier was over now. At least for a cause or government, unless the time arose when things grew drastic enough to recall him in the way his brother, now long-dead, Boba Fett, had come when Mandalore needed him most. If such a situation arose, Krenis would return, but for now, he would return to his past. Bounty hunting and mercenary work. Honorable callings, if done professionally and with honor, for a Mandalorians, a tradition begun by Jaster Mereel and the Supercommandos, carried on by the True Mandalorians, and eventually to the Protectors that Krenis had fought with against the Galactic Empire.

So here he was, looking at working for the Hutts. Again, and certainly distasteful, but they paid well. Exceptionally well, in fact, if you were good enough. But so far, no luck. So he hung around the space-port, especially the cantinas, letting the bar-tender know he was looking for honorable mercenary work. No slaving, no kidnapping, no murder or assassination, no pillaging, and no raiding. That kind left him with a limited option in the Outer Rim, but there was still enough work to make ends meet. Profitably so, in fact.

He glanced up from his drink as... Krenis leaned forward in surprise. Was that a tourist? One who was apparently drunk, high, or both. Was this man mad? Who in their right mind came to a planet like this? He was going to get himself killed! But this was Mos Espa. That was how things went down, but it still left Krenis with a sour taste in his mouth. If things went bad, he would try and protect the guy, no matter how dumb he seemed to invite such events.

Another moment of consideration, with Krenis tracing his fingers along the x-shaped scar across his face, and then he gestured to a server droid. Krenis would pay for the man's tab. He deserved that much at least, for coming out here.

[member="Rick Müller"]

 

[SirMayday]

It was good to be home. It always brought a small smile to Jan's face whenever he came back to Tatooine. Yeah it had no real accomplishments.Yeah, some might say it was the watering hole for filth, scum, and stupid tourist. Yeah, you had a much a chance as being shanked in the back as being pickpocketed. It was still good to be home.

Jan hadn't been back in months. The last job had taken longer than expected. That is a negative of mercenary work. You don't get to choose your hours. Sure the collateral damage had gotten too high, and things got very messy with the target figuring out he was being hunted. The job was done though. Jan though for sure it would be botched. Yet, somehow he managed to eliminate the target while his was under protection from some private contractors and some planetary police force. That was the past though, it doesn't help to think of it.

It was always good to see his home worl.. He truly understood the beauty that this planet had. Jan's father taught him that. Tourists came hoping to see this strange backlandish planet, to truly find an exotic experience. You don't find the beauty of this world, it finds you.

So Jan smiled as he landed his Mako into Port 115. As he walked out of his ship, the sand seemed to blow up and hug itself around him. Jan moved his arms and watched as the sand fell off his fingertips. Jan stared into the sky at those two ole beautiful suns.

"I missed you." Jan said quietly.

Jan slowly walked to the nearest cantina, making sure to keep out of the way of any pick pockets. He walked into the cantina and was greeted with the scents and noises that would drive most people away.

"Rancor's Blood" Jan said to the bartender. As the bartender started to get his drink ready Jan took the time to take his helmet off. He closed his eyes and breathed the air in without the stale filtrated taste his helmet gave him. Jan then heard a thump and saw his drink in front of him n the counter. Jan gave a small smile and nod to the barkeep and took the drink into his hands.

"No place like home!" Jan said a little too loudly.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Amin sat at the bar happily, drawing a few looks from would be thieves and locals looking for an easy mark. The Agent felt that cold rage rise from his stomach before repressing it. He wouldn't kill anyone on this journey of his, not if he could help it. Too much of his day to day revolved around ending threats to FO rule, which was often accomplished with the ending of a life. He took no joy in doing what need to be done for the betterment of the galaxy and the expansion of order, but killing out of rage at a look would lower him to the level of those urchins that plagued the universe with their filth.

"Happy thoughts." He mumbled aloud as the bartender informed him that his tab was paid for by the gentleman with a large scar across his face, who looked vaguely familiar. The joviality returned in an instant and the man who would appear to most as an unkempt civilian took another drag before finding his way towards the stern faced buyer.

"How goes it brother?" Amin said as he took a seat across from [member="Krenis Skirata"].

He had the look of a soldier, that same burned out gaze so many our the former trooper's own men had at the end of the various campaigns he'd led them through. The thought that this stranger could be very similar to the comrades Amin served with for almost a decade before switching to Intel crossed over the top of his brain like a venomous spider.

The Agent couldn't help but chuckle when another patron, [member="Jan Valdum"] seemed to explain the same level of enthusiasm that he himself had exhibited when he'd entered the seedy establishment.

 

[Thoja Arlos]

Thoja hated Tatooine. Sand literally covered everything, and the people were just as likely to kill you as buy you a drink. But business had brought him here for a reason, now he just needed to find out what that reason was. Hoping off of the civilian transport he'd used to get there, he moved quickly through the spaceport, avoiding as many of the locals as possible. He wasn't worried about being robbed, he was carrying a blaster for that sole reason, he just disliked the people.

Making his way to the cantina, he enter looking glum. He was wearing a dark leather getup that made him look a bit like a mercenary, but he didn't mind. Walking to the bar, he ordered a glass of Corellian Whisky, and looked round the cantina. Three people seem interesting. A man who looked way to happy to be here, another who was happy to be home by the sounds of things, and a mercenary man who seemed like he was gonna kill the next man who talked to him.

[member="Rick Müller"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Jan Valdum"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Rick Müller"]
Now what does a girl do when she bored and doesn't feel like sitting around?

Goes out of course though the place odd indeed

Most wouldn't see a girl like her drinking maybe in some corner swooning some man....that would come later who knew what the future held...she was picky

As she had landed and made her way to that infamously famous place that held a lot of history scum and stories

She sat at the bar" spiciest you have" she said as she was given a look but served it anyways as she started to sip and look among the crowd[member="Thoja Arlos"][member="Jan Valdum"]

 

[Krenis Skirata]

[member="Jan Valdum"] @Anya Loma [member="Thoja Arlos"] [member="Rick Müller"]

Krenis raised an eyebrow in a bit of surprise, but it faded. This guy was crazy or ignorant of where he was, but on a different note, he shouldn't have been surprised that the stranger just came and sat at the table. Fortunately it was Krenis and not some of the other patrons that Krenis could see. He recognized a few of them from sifting through Republic intelligence files. Hardened criminals, mostly murderers, some for hire, and others not. They probably could have killed him if he had tried the same stunt. Then the man asked him how it was going, even calling him brother. Direct questions and assumptions of familiarity? What was this guy on? But Krenis just inclined his head and spread his arms, eyes following what seemed to be a Zabrak mercenary as he entered.

"Things go about as good as could be expected," Krenis answered with a slight shrug for diffused emphasis. An answer that wasn't an answer and meant nothing in its breadth. "What about you?" He gestured around the cantina. "You seem... more exuberant than most of the other patrons." He eyed one patron in some rather make-shift looking armor. "Except maybe him. You two wouldn't know each other, would you?"

That brought a half-smile at the interesting possibility as his eyes darted around the room, settling temporarily on a woman as she entered. Not much different from the other patrons, he moved on, settling back on the man in front of him.

 

[Thoja Arlos]

Thoja turned his head as a women entered. She looked like the kind of person who'd stab you after sleeping with you. As he looked at her he caught the eye of the merc, who was now sitting with the extremely happy tourist. His attention went back to the women for a minute, but something drew him to the merc and his new found 'friend'. Taking his drink, he left the bar and headed to a seat near the two men. Sitting in it, he said nothing, leaning back and slipping his drink.

[member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Anya Loma "][member="Rick Müller"] [member="Krenis Skirata"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

She caught the look of a zabrak, she gave a grin to him as she sipped the Spivey and strong drink as she listned to two men having a hay day it seemed like but not a problem she was in a bar after all you'd expect all types of noise and such

Again, again she caught his look....well he was a handsome one...why not better to do then not do

She picked herself up as she started walking over to where he had relocated and took a seat"why hello there stranger what brings you to such a place?
[member="Thoja Arlos"]

 

[Thoja Arlos]

The women walked over to his table. That worked to his advantage, helped him keep his cover while eavesdropping. It didn't hurt that she was quite pretty.

"Drink mostly, though the women are a plus. What about you 'stranger'?" He replied, taking a drink from his glass.

@Anya Loma

 

[Anya Malvern]

She gave a smile hand on her chin a she leaned on it and looked at him, one eye covered with a eye patch to hide her cybernetic eye the other a almost dark purple color

Seems we both come for drinks and the opposite sex then"she said as she waved a waiter over and spike"his next round is on me"she said as she looked back to him

[member="Thoja Arlos"]

 

[Thoja Arlos]

"And her's on me." He said as the waiter was leaving.

"So, what's your story then? What's with the eye patch?" He asked, taking another sip from his drink.

@Anya Loma

 

[Anya Malvern]

She gave a grin"such a gentleman"she said and winked

My story hm quite odd one I'd say eventful for sure, let's just say a little girl who grew up liking fire parents died grew closer to the fire became a...well criminal then picked up off the planet bounced around now...well the flames don't seemind as fun anymore if anything the only flames I'd ever touch is in a room"she said flirting as she lifted the patch"cybernetic eye had to have it replace or go blind there"
[member="Thoja Arlos"]

 

[Thoja Arlos]

Thoja smiled at the compliment.

"Tragic life by the sounds of it. You got a name or do I just call you eye patch lady?" He said jokingly, peering over to the table where the two men still sat.

@Anya Loma

 

[Anya Malvern]

You can call me anya and now I'll suppose I shall call you handsome horned man? Or do you have a name as well

She smiled at him as she looked at him seeing him look another rdirection....seemed to be looking at a table nearby...not her problem unless it became one
[member="Thoja Arlos"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

Amin took note of the slightly confused look on [member="Krenis Skirata"] 's face before giving a chuckle and replying "Just making my way through the Universe. They do seem to be a rather humorless lot don't they? Never met a one of them in my life. Guess it'd be too much to hope for someone else with a cheery demeanor on a desert world eh? I used to be like them. All hard faced and angry. My god the anger. No real way to live though. Miserable existence." He paused and nodded to [member="Thoja Arlos"] and [member="Anya Loma "]as they sat at the table. "Where are my manner's? Rulf Muller, musician and traveler of the lands we can observe."

Amin took another sip of his drink and eyed the newcomers curiously.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

[member="Rick Müller"]

Krenis gave a dry laugh of his own and took another drink. "Well, for making you're way through the universe, don't see why this would't be the last place on the list." He gestured around to the others. "None of the rest of us are really here by choice." He huddled down a little lower at the table, as someone was making some perhaps too interested eyes his way. Cynical, angry eyes. Not unlike how Rick had just described himself. Krenis had to be honest, those words had touched a little close to home. He knew that feeling. Rage that burned low at about the same temperature as the planet around him and would occasionally flair into something even much higher.

"Good to meet you, Rick." Krenis added after watching the two take a seat. "Krenis Skirata." He didn't mention occupation or reason. Just name. Sure, this man was a traveler and harmless, but that was no reason to spread his information around a place like this. There were enough criminals around that would be interested enough in selling whatever information they had on him. After all, a Mandalorian with an x-scar burned across his face tended to attract lots of attention, some of the unfavorable kind. He would prefer to prevent that.

 

[Thoja Arlos]

"Rexus Faith, at your service." Thoja replied. The fake name employed to stop people doing background checks and finding out who he was. Not that many people could as that information was buried under layers of security and red tape. He caught one of the patrons at the other table nodding to him, and he returned the gesture. He'd have to talk to that man at some point, something about him was intriguing.

"So what do you do for fun?" He asked, returning his attention to Loma.

[member="Anya Loma "][member="Rick Müller"] [member="Krenis Skirata"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

Rexus faith huh" she said a she smiled and caught the glance of another patron as she raised her glass with a smile didn't know the man but seemed good manners to nod back to him before she looked back to [member="Thoja Arlos"]

What do I do for fun? Well mostly go out and drink see I haven't been social in the past few years finally thought I'd go out and see what I can find...and I may of found some fun certainly company at least I hope