Private The Last call

[Dash Ryken]

ATTIRE: Link
EQUIPMENT: Pistol
TAGS: H Holly Starstorm


Bunker 30 was a classic dive bar, the kind of place that only served one class of patron: soldiers. Not flyboys, not navy, not marines, just the guys that pounded the dirt. No bouncer at the door, just people on the inside that could bounce anyone out should the need arise. It had the classics in the form of Dejarik and Pool. Several holo screens were showing random sports from podracing to huttball. It was the classic place for those who spent their lives largely risking them to go and unwind after missions. This particular bar was popular more with the commando teams than the rest.

That was why Dash and the rest of the Rough Rats were there. They'd just gotten back from Canto Bight, rescuing a pretty, little Jedi that had gotten herself in some hot water. Hadn't gone bad or anything. In fact, by all accounts it was one of the best outcomes they'd had on a mission: saved some kids, saved the Jedi, and Dash got to punch a Sith in the face. Not much better than that. Although he was still in trouble for ignoring orders and chasing after the guy. Damn latrines.

Still, off duty, he and the others hung out all the time. Brute, the Esoomian, was about as simple as they came: give him food and beer and he was content. He was really only in the unit because he could carry heavy ordinance and was very good at point and click. Zero and Fuse were a married duo of Nagai. They always sat cuddled up in a booth by themselves. Sarge was a human like Dash, though he never said where he hailed from. Something about keeping the past in the past and not wanting to dwell on it. Dash didn't pry. Sarge was a good dude even when he was getting mouthed off to.

While the others were doing their own thing, he was playing a round of pool by himself, just practicing his shooting skills. It had been a while since he'd had enough time to play, and the bar was a bit quieter than normal, which left him ample space to play alone. Sarge and Brute were drinking at the far end of the bar, watching a huttball game and he didn't care for sports that much, other than fighting sports, so he'd wind down his own way. Who knew, maybe something interesting would happen while he was there. If not, he'd drink a few beers, shoot some pool, and then go crash at the barracks.

 

[Holly Starstorm]

Tags: Dash Ryken

Holly was in a bit of a mood as she entered the bar with her Bothan cameraman Fin. By now Fin had learned to just go with Holly's mood swings, particularly when it came to not getting assigned a story she wanted. As if on cue with this thought the blond reporter bristled and folded her arms.

"The parade! How can the chief think I'd want to cover that?"

Fin rolled his eyes and held up a hand to the bartender, indicating they needed drinks. He grabbed them both and lead the grumbling reporter over to a booth. "It's a popular event Holly. I imagine it will be front page news and people will want to hear about it."

"It's only front page news if we are too busy writing about it and ignore everything else happening! It's the same every year. Blah blah the band was great blah blah orphan donation.. blah blah floats... There has to be something better!"

As if searching for clues she looked around the bar. There were several commandos in tonight. Holly liked to hang close to them sometimes and see if she could catch a whiff of a story.

"Have you given more thought to going back to school? Maybe a career change?"

"Ha Ha. Funny. My career is going great thank you very much!"

Fin rolled his eyes. "Look I'm going to throw darts. Drink that. It might take you out of your mood." He let out a low whistle and got up, heading over to the dart board where there were some pretty looking army ladies who were in need of a good time. Holly watched him go and let out another bristle of annoyance.

Seriously the parade?