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The Terminal [OPEN 'hangout thread' - No Fighting!]

Not Ordo

Just under the upper hand.
[member="Harrip"] [member="Ballen-Ist"] [member="Carden Lorps"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Listeri Dalane"]

A YGX-2350 freighter with civilian IFF sat down on it's struts and lowered the boarding ramp. The engines went into cooldown and Gavin made his way down the boarding ramp and off to see if he could charge up another. He wore a standard Corellian cut pair of pants and shirt. A black flight jacket and boots finished off his attire while a Charging Rhino revolver rested low on his hip. He was keenly interested in a drink and a plate of food so he headed to the local water hole.

The lights were typically dim as he walked in and moved to the bar and slid up beside a pretty patron. He had been on a long run to Miracle Max's and company was a thing he could do with, so he ordered a Corellian Whiskey and looked around to see if he could find a good person to talk to.
 
Norge watched from the distance. He was always in the distance. He was everywhere, for, as far as he and all his fans were concerned, was a god. In reality he was under a table. His hot pink handheld holocam was held up in one meaty hand; recording all the activities at the bar. His lips cracked to expose old yellow teeth. Yes, this would be his next hit.

He would do reality holo-entertainement, and the actors would never know he was there!


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Listeri slightly grinned when he saw the face of Kohai Drenn, recognizing her from the now destroyed bar. " You do realize I was drunk at the time?" He replied with a questioning look, as he turned to [member=Corvetta Salvo]. " Not really. She told me she wanted to get drunk, so I suggested a variety of drinks to get wasted on. " Listeri told the captain with a smug look.
 
Carden eased up when the man said that. "Well what brings you here?" Carden asked the man with the hat. To Carden he seemed sketchy but he backed down. So now Carden waited for a answer. [member="Listeri Dalane"]
 
"Yes, yes, talk to the man. Make friends, go fight Sith, get some hot snake-head-naked thing." Norge stroked his perfect beard, and tried to stand up. Except Norge was under a table. He smashed his head on its bottom, cursed, and winced as gum stuck in his wirey old man hair. The bloated man rolled out from under the table and unto the floor, stomach faced up like a beached whale.

"Yesssss...."
 
Carden looked and seen what looked like a old dude on the floor. "Please excuse me for a minute." Carden said walking towards the old man [member="Norge Rucras"]. "Hello are you ok?" Carden asked the old man while helping him up. Carden wondered how he fell and then laugh thinking about him slipping on a wet floor.
 
Harrip took a moment to think before hearing a thump of something hitting a table. He looked over to see the hunter helping out a large man. "That is a big one." Harrip thought to himself.

He moved over to Carden's side, he sniffed the air to smell for blood or wounds. There was no odor, so he just stood there saying, "Who is this?"

[member="Carden Lorps"]
[member="Norge Rucras"]
 

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