OOC: PvP forbidden, Shenanigans encouraged, Sith Only "Quil Satorian could dance the pants off any man, woman or Hutt in the damn Galaxy and he was one karking KING of a wingman!" Ilyra was, as some old people said, 'in her cups' right now. She had started a little memorial drinking session for Quil upon making her way back to civilized space. Civilized space having gotten that little bit smaller since the Mandalorians had managed to advance their interests into the Inner Rim with their attacks on Corellia and Kuat. She was taking it a little bit harder than she took any other Mandalorian push because she had been involved in battles for both. True, she had been out of her depth on both occasions but she had pushed, she had put herself out there. Behind the controls of her fighter she had danced with the Mandalorian pilots. If only she had been a little bit faster though... she wouldn't be drinking with some random flight cadets and pilots she didn't know. If she had been a bit better she would have been having this drink with Quil himself. Instead she had put out the word that there were to be drinks in his honour and the Imperial-Friendly bar had opened it's doors and it's taps wide. She took another pull from her bottle as she tapped the dancing gif of the man that had been keyed up on a datapad. "... you still dance better than Williams."