Public Tom's The Mountainside Tavern - (Open, You Know Who, Free Food For Old Farts,)

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The Mountainside Tavern
Denon Capital Spaceport


In the busiest terminal, of the busiest spaceport this side of Corellia. Sits a happy little bistro called, The Mountainside Tavern.

The handsome chap behind the counter goes by the name of Tom. He's the full-time owner, operator, sous chef, and sushi maker. The cooking, cleaning, and serving droids handle all the rest. And if you know him by any other name, or you're a red-head with a lightsaber and legs-for-days? Well, then you're probably eating here for free today. Lol.

Now. It's not a busy day. But the Tavern is half full. The music's quiet and the air smells like oven-baked sandwiches. The special today is Dara's Fish n' Chips, Tessa's Tomato Soup, and Rama's French Dip. Or? You can just order off the menu and get whatever suits your fancy. Admit-ably, there is a secret menu with Darkside Cookies on them. But only a pink-hair woman and her boyfriend ever orders from it. I guess you could say it's a couple's thing. Oh, execpt when the red-haired Tio was dropping by. Then she always seemed to order a Jedi's dozen. Similarly popular, the coffee machine is a brand new Spark's favorite and the oven is a brand new Maize Wayne's. Too bad it only comes in black-on-black though. The owner always liked em' a bit more on the lighter side. Oh well. You always seem to learn something from a Master either way.

There was a sign over the door that read "Since 2009." and one in small red ink that said, "Ket pays double." But nobody ever seemed to know what they meant.

The din of the starport was boisterous today and the terminal's arrival board was full of shenanigans. So if you're still waiting for your flight? Or you've just arrived in town to give the Darkwire Faction some lovin'? Why not stop on by.

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In the busiest terminal, of the busiest spaceport south of Corellia. Sits a happy little bistro called The Mountainside Tavern. The handsome chap behind the counter goes by the name of Tom. And if you know him by any other name?

Well, then I guess your meal's on him.

Nice!

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[Caltin Vanagor]

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...​

Location: Tom's Tavern​

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber)​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller"​

Tag: Jsc​

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You have got to be kidding me?

That was all he could say as Caltin walked into the Tavern laughing openly. This was not just a coincidence, but an outright restoration of the old Tavern by the Temple of his own time. The structure, the fixtures, the glasses, everything. The place looked so real, right down to the menu, of course, the cheesy names were there but they brought back pleasant memories. It was when the big guy looked at the “drinks” section and saw the “Rocky Road” smoothie. The title looked like it would be some kind of frozen treat, but the description told another story. The fruit combination, the blending, and the desire to run obstacle courses.

Ordering “his” smoothie, Caltin sat at the bar and just looking around, even switching around the utensils and accouterments in the server’s station through the Force just for fun.

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"Order up!"

Came the chipper voice of "Tom" from the kitchen. A familiar "Rocky Road" smoothie hitting the serving window shelf with a 'ding!'. Just as the kitchen door bounced open and the owner himself stepped out in the flesh.

"Well! I'll be monkey's uncle." A classic smile brewing on his devious Jedi face, even as he threw his arms wide open, "if it isn't Caltin Karking Vanagor. Stepped into my bar. Haha. Long time no see partner! What up What up!"

Amazingly, Jay didn't look a day over thirty. He beamed a smile and swung over to the serving window, grabbed the shake, a straw, two extra napkins, and plopped that bad-boy right down on the counter in front of a man he hadn't seen in a few, ermm,.. hundred years, maybe? Ha. But he didn't stop smiling either.

"Holy Teta's Skiff! You look great man! Look at you! How you doing!? Damn! How long's it been!?"

He reached under the bar, grabbed himself a Cinnagarian beer, and knocked the cap off with one easy stroke. Then pulled up alongside the back end of the bar and gave a cheer,

"Wait wait wait! Let me guess! Let me guess. ...Was it a Netherworld portal for you too or, ooh, I know, ...Cryosleep. Right? Or, did you just ask that crazy Princess Lady Akala out on a date and she threw you forward a galaxy or two, right? Haha. ...Dude! Dude. What the kark man! How you been!? Been forever."

Jay couldn't help but smile and shake his head. Caltin, Karking, Vanagor. Man. That was... Woo. That was crazy.. Sheeet. Wow. But... Man, that was Chaos for ya. Eventually, everybody passes through. Even if it's just for a weekend.

Surely, they'd have to catch up.

Caltin Vanagor

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...​

Location: Tom's Tavern​

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber)​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller"​

Tag: Jsc​

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Caltin had just put in the order for a double nerf burger with cheese, a “Tom’s” staple figuring “why not, right?” and was taking a drink of Elba Water when he saw the ghost. Spitting the mouthful of water out on instinct, he looked apologetically at the droid server which was beginning to spark and short out.

Jay? JAY!

Grabbing the guy into a “bro-hug” and pointed to the droid.

Sorry man, of course, I’ll pay for the damage.

Then came the question of how long it had been. Where he had been, he did not know? True, not everyone reads or watches the news, but the big guy thought that he had made that, oh well.

Eight hundred years. I was ambushed over Rhen Var and shot down, crashed in the ice, and frozen until a couple of months ago. What about you? You do not look like you have aged at all!

For the first time since he had come back from being frozen, the big guy had a truly big smile on his face.

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"Haha! No worries." Jay enjoyed the giant hug and smiled to the droid, "He works harder when he's wet. Ain't that right, Four?"

~ "Bzzzz. Yes sir! Bzzzz. Ow. Ow. Ow. Thank you sir! Bzzzz." ~

Jay just shrugged. Droids, right? And then Vanagor mentioned being frozen for a few hundred years. Ah ha! So it was cryofreeze! Pfft. He knew it.

"Oh, and what about me? Oh. Ha. Well. Truth be told. I was happily dead for good long while. Until about fifteen years ago this thing called 'Netherworld' happened. Things got weird, afterlife's collided, Corellia exploded, and spirits and heroes alike from all over rallied to banish a rogue goddess named Akala forever. It was a doozy."

He just smiled and shrugged gleefully. Then took a drink and sighed happily.

"Yeah, so. Long story short. ...Stuff happened. Meh."

He pursed his lips and looked around the bar. As if suddenly remembering something he'd just forgotten.

"Actually. ...It's probably best if I don't explain too much. Mmm, so, let's just say I'm a Jedi Spirit. Minus all the whole glowing blue spectre thing. And call it good. Heh."

He shrugged again and smiled. Sometimes, when it comes to The Force? Less was definitely, more.

"Anyway. ...How's the new galaxy treating you? Pretty weird so far eh? Ha."

Caltin Vanagor

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...​

Location: Tom's Tavern​

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber)​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller"​

Tag: Jsc​

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OOC: Can't believe I never got the tag for this, sorry about the wait, man!​

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Me? Just getting back into being an actual member of the galaxy again. I mean, 860 years, right? ​

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Of course, Jay knew what this was. They were both Jedi out of time and it took a lot of getting used to, not just being around and saying "I'm here". There was more than just having to deal with new technology and culture, and of course everyone, or almost everyone you knew being gone. It was a whole matter of do you really have a place in a galaxy that had forgotten you? He took a long sip of his smoothie and cringed at the amount of citrus put in, yep it was spot on. He still had could not believe that Corellia had exploded, all relics of his daughter were gone. ​

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Jay nodded. He'd already gone through his transition phase. He remembered what it was like. The shear size of it all. The complicated relationships. The history people had. It always made new beginnings seem rougher than they really were. More raw. But that was a good thing too. It meant you were ready for anything.

"Yep. But, try not to think of it as just time. It's still just a galaxy full of people. And you know people. People never change."

He shrugged and turned to the tiny display up in the corner of the cafe. It was showing the local news.

"I guess being dead left me a lot of room to come to grips with everything I'd lost. It happened naturally. It was time. So, I was okay with it. I trusted that the future would just have to look after itself. And it did. Mostly."

He turned back and nodded.

"You've got a different problem. You have to look back and trust that the past took care of itself while you were away. And that's no easy rationalization. Can drive a man mad thinking about something like that. Worrying that it isn't the present that needs him. Spend too much time worrying about the past."

Jay set his drink down and frowned a bit. After all, letting go wasn't easy. But it was the Jedi way.

"But you'll figure it out. Past is the past anyway. Can't go back that way. Got to keep moving forward. Got to do that people thing again. Got to let the Force show you the way. Heh."

He smiled when he said that. People.

"Wish I had more advice for ya Cal. Really do but... That's the rub. It's a people's galaxy out there and we spirits just ain't cut out for doing people stuff anymore."

Jay pointed out the door with his finger. Motioning to a boy in a wheelchair in the concourse outside. He seemed all alone in this world. Just struggling to push his chair and his crippled body forward.

"But as you move forward and find your way, out there. Don't forget you have a very special gift too. How very blessed among people you are. How you can make people's lives all the better. To heal, to protect, to aid."

Jay looked long and hard at that kid out there in the wheelchair. Just remembering.

"Just, remember. Sometimes the most important part of finding yourself again. Is remembering that it was never all about you in the first place."

He smiled and thought of Fey. She was always his "new beginning". It never failed.

Caltin Vanagor

 

[Marimax Mortui]

It nearly felt like a lifetime ago since he last stepped foot on Corellia. And in some way, it was. He was a young fool then, working with a pirate outfit plundering and raiding unsuspecting vessels entering and departing the local star system. He had done awful things, terrible things actually, to people who truly had not earned that sort of hardship. Yes, it was profitable. Yes, it allowed him to purchase the finer things in life. But sadly, he had lost his way. It took months of soul searching wandering the galaxy alone to truly understand who he was; who he was suppose to be. To grow into the man he is today. No longer that despicable pirate, he had returned to his roots; his Mandalorian roots. Under the guidance of Clan Mortui, who sought to destroy that evil within him, he found both the courage and fortitude to shed that itchy, nasty pirate skin.

Entering through the tavern doors, he felt some of the eyes of the other patrons turn in his direction. Was it rare to see a Mandalorian in these parts? Ignoring their stares, he moved toward the bar seeking not a drink but information. He wasn't in the habit of bounty hunting, but there were rumors of an individual parading around the shadows of Corellia hiding from some high end bounty. He didn't necessarily need the credits, but only a fool would scoff at such an opportunity.

"I need to speak to the owner of the establishment," he began staring at the droid behind the bar, "The human owner." Marimax didn't outright hate droids, he simply didn't trust their nature. Droids could be hacked, reprogrammed, and mostly unworthy of time spent conversing with them. Compared to those space wizards, he preferred the company of a bucket of rusting bolts.

"Order food first, drinks second," the mechanical and synthesized voice of the droid spat, "Rules of the planet, not the ownership."

"You misunderstand, droid, I do not require food or drink," he replied with a small shake of his head, "Just the owner."

"Order food first, drinks second," repeated the droid. Sighing under his helmet, the Mandalorian knew there was no way around this. The droid was deeply set in it's programming, no chance of talking this out as he read the holoscreen menu board behind the droid.

"Give me the special of the day."

"Good choice, sir! And your drink of choice?"

"Surprise me," he said, knowing he was paying food he would not eat, a drink he would not consume.