What Ales You [Antarian Rangers Pub Crawl]

[Roona Osmari]

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Rangers | [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Kal Visna"], [member="Sigrid Forsberg"]
Special Guests| [member="Zardu Hasselfrau"], [member="James Miller"]​

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Keegan’s Pub - 20:00 Hours

Off-duty.

With all of the recent events, it seemed like a rare instance. The Rangers had been putting in long hours on and off the battlefield lately, and Roona was pleased to have a break. She was sure that her fellow Rangers felt much the same. The tall woman casually strolled down the city sidewalk, clad in a simple outfit. Tonight her hair was worn down, and she even had on a small amount of makeup. It would be so different to see her comrades without the Katarn armor they usually wore. As of yet, she had not been out with the Raiders in a recreational capacity. No matter how awkward things might be at first, it would be nice to get to know everyone better. Even if that camaraderie did make things difficult when members were lost in battle, it was good to have a tight-knit group.

Roona had also heard that the Rangers were looking for new blood.

It would be interesting to see if anyone did end up coming into their ranks after tonight. Pausing outside the first stop, she glanced up at the sign that read: Keegan’s Pub. Glancing inside the window, it seemed that this place had a bit of old world charm. There seemed to be an inviting warmth here, the perfect place for an informal gathering. But of course, this place did have a reputation for getting a bit rowdy during the late night hours. Just as she was about to pull the door open, a voice caught her attention.

“Hey, Osmari!” It was Clark, a fellow Radama Raider. “We the first to arrive?”

As the two stepped inside, the place looked fairly empty. However, there were a few patrons tucked in here and there, getting cozy with their glasses of ale.

“Yes, looks like it.” She replied with a nod, and began to make her way over to the bar.

If anything, this outing was bound to be interesting…

 

[James Miller]

Voss. Generally not a planet the bald bounty hunter would visit. He would normally avoid Force Users in general and stay as far as he can from planets that are full of them. It makes him feel....insignifcant. And he does nog like that at all. But today was a special day. The man was out of a job and he was looking forward to drinking the night away at a place a friend referred him to called Keegan's Pub.

He decided to forgo armor and wear a casual outfit instead of heavy armor and a helmet. Even then, he still had a holstered blaster in shoulder rig that was covered by a black leather jacket.

James stood under the starry night sky staring at the sign. It read "Keegan's Pub". 'This must be the place'"he thought. He opened the doors to the building and looked around. The place looked almost empty. There were patrons tucked in tables here and there and there were about two other people he noticed. He could tell that they were soldiers even if they had no armor on. He decided to keep an eye on them just in case.

He went over to the bar and grabbed a stool and sat down. He wondered what might happen tonight.

[member="Roona Osmari"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

"Think about it," Zardu said, the pistol digging in the man's ribs beside him, "a room full of potential Jedi and soldiers in the middle of Silver Jedi space? Not really the best place for a wanted kidnapper and stalker to start a fuss, right?"

The man, a sly looking weasel of a man, turned to Zardu amidst the chatter of Keegan's Pub at peak time.

"Zardu Hasselfrau. Looking good, my friend..."

"I'm not your friend, Krilencu. You're a wanted man. I got to you first. I bring you in, take the credits and get outta here and you serve time for the girls you kidnapped, brutalised and left for dead." He jabbed the pistol. "Now MOVE."

Zardu wasn't in the mood for small talk. It had taken months to get here and find the man in question, wanted by a family on the other side of the Galactic Empire system, an Empire who wouldn't want their own mixing with Jedi. So they found Zardu, and Zardu made a deal and now Zardu had found their man. The 'Procyon Lotor' was outside and ready to take the bounty back.

Krilencu scoffed and moved away with Zardu, but the way he did it was too easy. Zardu was ready for the retaliation. Krilencu span around and made a grab for the arm holding the blaster and shouted for help. He moved far too slow and cumbersome.

With a faster reflex, Zardu brought up his left hand, grabbed the man's greasy brown hair, pulled him back - near dragged him back - and flung him over a table and kicked said table over with a crash of glass and Krilencu.

Of course, the pub seemed to stop for a second, seeing the scuffle, but then brushed it off. Zardu quickly slipped away the pistol. Two armed guards muscled through to suss the situation, but Zardu simply waved his hand to groaning man on the floor.

"He tried to hassle me, and steal my credits. You'll see he has a knife on his hip."

He stood back, hands up and the guards nodded and grabbed up Krilencu to take him away.

"I'm not done with you Hasselfrau!" Krilencu shouted.

With a smile, Zardu nodded to him. "I certainly hope not." He turned to the bar. "Sorry about the disturbance folks."

[member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="James Miller"] | [member="Kal Visna"] | [member="Sigrid Forsberg"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

It seemed as if was a scene straight out from a classic mob movie; Colonel Valkren Calderon took a turn around a corner, his Katarn combat armor switched out for a simple worn jacket with lining within it, overtop a tight Antarian Ranger tee. His khaki cargo pants tucked into his street boots. Behind him, a rather large group of rangers from different units followed, all in their off-duty garb, laughing and throwing jokes at one another. Specialist Jim Lowder and Lieutenant Konrad Harris were two of the more noticeable rangers, also hailing from Valkren's 'Radama Raiders' unit.

As they approached their first destination, Keegan's Pub, it was clear about one thing: Every single ranger in the group had the biggest grin on his or her faces. Even Calderon couldn't keep himself from smiling. Not only were their pub crawls their only relaxation from the hell and chaos that is their lives, but it's where most of the grunts thrived.

It was where Valk' thrived.

Here, he wasn't just Colonel Valkren Calderon, ranger special forces officer and ex-republic...He was simply Valkren, and the only legends of combat spoken within the walls of these establishments were those of victory and remembrance, and those of drinking. Here the soldiers could get away from it all, and be with what they all believed was their extended family.

Because that's just what all of these rangers were to each other, family.

The door to Keegan's pub swung open, Valkren leading the way in with a long string of rangers flowing in from behind him. Cheers soon followed this as the noise level raised significantly. This quickly helped fill the rest of the empty seats and barstools that were left waiting.

"Hey boss, there's Echo and Clark!" Lowder piped up, directing his attention toward the bar as drinks were suddenly brought to them. First rule of his unit, Raider's drink first.

A smile tugged at his lips once again as his gaze was moved toward the main bar. "Let's go buy our people some drinks."

Valkren moved toward the bar, greeting soldiers and pilots alike as he moved through the crowds to the bar, eventually finding a spot beside Roona. He'd look to the bar, nodding at the bartender with his same smile, signaling for a round of shots for the full 'first team' that now rested at the bar.

He'd turn his direction toward the Sergeant, "Looks like you've been beating me to every mission so far."

​It was clear the entirety of the rangers he had arrived with had been 'pre-gaming' before their insertion to the pub crawl.

[member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="Zardu Hasselfrau"] | [member="James Miller"]

 

[Kat Decoria]

Kat was never one for social drinking. Drinking alone, in her room, working on her bots, guns or legs. That was where Kat thrived. However, she needed to be more involved with the Antarian Rangers, she was struggling to find her place among them. Wearing simple camo jeans and a surprising clean white tank top, Kat entered the pub and looked around. There were a few rangers who had started drinking already. She steered well clear of them.

Moving to the bar, she ordered a strong ale for herself and sat on a stool, watching as the pub came into life. People watching was a popular past time of hers. Something her sister showed her, though her sister was always better at it. But then again, her sister also didn't take long till men drew to her. Sometimes women too. Kat was content remaining in the background as she took a heavy gulp of the ale. Decent enough for the time.

It was her father that she seemed to behave more like. A mechanic himself, he also ended up taking Kat drinking with him. Her mum wasn't too bothered, he often got into less bar fights if Kat was with him so Kat assumed her mum rather that over making her sit out. As she moved her leg, there was a hiss and piston movement that made it obvious that her leg was robotic. Rolling her eyes once more at her leg. Always a troublemaker in her eyes.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Perched on a barstool next to Clark, Roona took in her surroundings. Indeed she was no stranger to drinking, but the Ysannan fare was different. They usually drank homemade wines made from the tropical fruit of her home world. They sat gathered in a family dwelling, or sometimes even around great bonfires in the mountains. But no matter the venue, she supposed that things would be much the same. Their people would drink and exchange stories and maybe even dance. Ever watchful, her green eyes made note of several people.

There was a young woman at the bar, not too far away. She seemed content to sip her drink alone, rather than to join the other men and women. But [member="Kat Decoria"] was somewhat familiar, had Roona seen the woman somewhere before? The form of a tall man had made his way to the bar as well, he had the look of a soldier, Roona mused to herself.

“So, Echo.” Clark started, nudging her arm. “How’s your time with the Raiders so far?”

Roona crossed her legs and thought for a moment.

“Good,” She answered simply. “I hope I am fitting in.”

She was a little embarrassed to admit that she was curious about what her comrades thought of her. Did they approve? But just then, there was quite a ruckus – a bar scuffle. Roona watched, surprised and amused. Of course, there were many present that would be capable of intervening… but it seemed that the man with the eyepatch had things under control. Who was this guy? Had she heard someone call him Hasselfrau?

Turning at the sound of a voice, she smiled to see that the Colonel was now on her other side. The corner of her mouth tugged up into a smirk.

“Yes, I’m very punctual.” She replied, grinning. “Maybe that means you owe me a drink tonight.” Roona accepted the shot that was soon placed in front of her. Taking the small glass in her hand, she watched as Raiders left and right downed their own. With a small shrug, she did the same. She closed her eyes, this alcohol was strong. Just the way she liked it.

“You missed it… that man with the eye-patch just threw a guy over a table.” She nodded towards the scene of the fight.

[member="Kat Decoria"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Zardu Hasselfrau"], [member="James Miller"]

 

[James Miller]

Great. All Miller wanted to do was have a peaceful drink without being bothered. He had a glass of some rather simple drink, simple, but strong. He was planning on drinking till he passed out. But there was this one guy with an eye patch who decided to pick a fight with another dude. From what he could here, it looked liked eye patch man was another bounty hunter like himself. The man lying on the floor was just a bounty he was taking care of.

James looked around and studied the people that also sat at the bar. More people had appeared and the newcomers were also soldiers. It also seemed like they knew each other from the way they talked to each other. He took his glass off the table and stared at the swirling mirky brown liquid. He tried peering into the liquid to see his reflection but so far got nothing. He took a big swallow and set the glass back onto the table. He touched the blaster through the fabric on his left breast. He felt more reassured that it was still there just in case some drunken idiot starts a firefight. Or if a pissed off Hutt had sent a merc after him to take his head. The Force knows he made a lot of enemies in his line of work. Maybe he was just being paranoid. It's happened to him before.

[member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Zardu Hasselfrau"] |

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Inhaling slowly, the blaster fixed under his jacket discreetly, Zardu gave a little sigh and stepped out of the way, out of the line of sight from the attention passed over him. The drink soon helped everyone forget within seconds, going back to focusing on their own companions and social arrangements.

Edging past a few patrons, that pleasant and disarming smile on his face, Zardu looked around and noted the presence of people who seemed more…official than he expected. Did Jedi drink in their down time? Did they have a whole army here? Many of the men and women didn’t seem to care, but others seemed to radiate an aura he picked up as ones who had seen battle and lived to tell the tale. The way they sat, or stood, how their bodies moved and the facial expressions.

It was something picked up from living life on the edge between good and evil. He’d seen one, he’d seen them all.

"Excuse me," he said cheerily to one he suspected - [member="Kat Decoria"] – of being such a person, "I’m sorry to bother you, but who ARE these people? A Jedi army? I thought those guys kept the peace and all that."

He glanced around and a thought crossed his mind.

They weren’t here to zone in on HIM, were they?

[member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="James Miller"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

The young colonel only smirked in response to Echo's statement about him owing her a drink. Maybe the new team marksman could really keep up with the raiders, but only at the end of the pub crawl would everyone be able to tell which rangers still remained standing.

He raised up his hand once more, flagging down the bartender once more to bring himself and Osmari two tall glasses of ale. Valkren looked in the direction that Roona had previously mentioned. His attention drawing to and sticking with the man sporting an eyepatch, he watched as he slipped back into the crowd before moving his gaze back to the man he had thrown down rather easily.

A possible recruit?

"Don't you worry, with one of these pub crawls..There's bound to be more fights. Brawls always break out between the infantry units and pilots by the time we reach the Tipsy Rancor."

He chuckled to himself, before wrapping his right hand around the new glass and placing his left hand on Harris's shoulder. Inbetween Harris and Roona, he'd raise his glass and his voice along with it so many soldiers in the bar could hear him.

"A toast! To us, the rangers that risk their lives in the trenches every day! To those we've lost in the battle to unite the light, and to those still down-range to this day! May we bring them home safely, all of them!"

"And to the sith heads' we're going to crack open!" Lowder, ofcourse, added on to the colonel's statement. This helping get the soldiers in another uproar.

It was going to be a good night.

[member="Zardu Hasselfrau"] | [member="James Miller"] | [member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Roona Osmari]

Roona was pleased when she found the tall glass of ale in front of her. She fixed the Colonel in a sidelong glance as she listened. Her brows rose just slightly to indicate her interest and curiosity.

“Really?” She canted her head to the side, “I should like to see if I can hold my own in a bar brawl.”

She was only half kidding. As Valkren held his glass aloft, she picked up on the hint that she should do the same. Ah, yes. This was a ceremonial gesture – to honor those that fought and those that died in the line of duty. Roona nodded and closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, Clark was clinking his glass against her own.

“Cheers!” He said, and then proceeded to gulp down his drink.

The sniper woman watched, slightly impressed by her comrade’s gusto. She brought her ale up for a hearty sip, but in no way did it match that of Clark’s. Her gaze shifted about the room, once more noting the eye-patched man and another individual ([member="James Miller"]) that seemed to be set apart from the Rangers. Roona wondered if they had come to see about joining their ranks, or if they had just fancied a drink. If it was the latter, they must surely have been surprised by the sudden flood of soldiers.

“So,” She glanced over at Valkren. “The rangers seem to be quite a… spirited bunch. I take it this is a favorite pastime?” Roona perked a brow. “Well, aside from battle… what else is there?”

[member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Zardu Hasselfrau"], [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Kat Decoria]

Kat was on her second drink when she heard someone trying to talk to her. Turning in her seat, she noticed the eyepatch and his curious demeanor. From his question it was easy to deduce that he wasn't an ally of the SJO. Perhaps he didn't even know where he was. It would be curious to see what his reaction would be to their location. Finishing her ale in a few gulps, she wiped her chin before answering him.

"These are Antarian Rangers, non-Force Users part of the Silver Jedi Order. We keep the peace aye, but Sith aren't content on letting us be so we need an army to defend what is ours." She answered him before turning around and ordering herself another drink. "If you want to know more, speak to the boss guy, I'm just a mechanic." Pointing over to Valkren as she faced the bar assuming their conversation had finished.

Kat was never good with judging a conversation with people. Talking was more her sister's style, though her brothers were better at talking than Kat was. She always felt an outsider when she was a child so it was hard to make friends. Her job nowadays made it hard too, though that was because she called every mechanic bar herself an idiot or bantha fodder.

[member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Zardu Hasselfrau"]