A Jedi walked into a bar...

[Malz]

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Malz groaned and stretched his back as the last person walked away from this booth. What a horrible idea this was, to set up a temporary free clinic in the middle of one of Coruscant's busiest sectors. The Jedi figured that maybe eighty percent of his patients today simply had the common cold. The first ten or so denied having such a boring ailment, so he mixed it up by claiming they had acute viral rhinopharyngitis. It was actually true, but just hearing scientific words like that had each person perspiring with nervousness. A tiny dose of antihistamines or a cough suppressant would be given, and they'd be on their way.

Thankfully it wasn't completely dull. A broken bone, a chronic headache, and even a tapeworm came up to him, and Malz happily helped with each. At the end of the day though, he was exhausted. His supplies were strewn about haphazardly around the booth and he reminded himself that, while he's here, he should find a mechanic to build him a droid to carry and organize all his medications, syringes, and so forth.

He got a few helpers to pack everything away and into storage. He had a lot of time to kill before the next transport arrived to take him back to the Temple. Good thing too, as he hadn't been able to eat or drink the entire time, such is the life of a swamped Healer. He looked around, noting the growing changes in types of people crowding around as the day came to a close. This was the real reason he came to such a district: to help out poor addicts. Alas he greatly miscalculated how much supplies and time he would spend during the day, so now it would be pointless to try and hunt for deathstick abusers.

Ah well, couldn't hurt to try. The Outlander Club caught his attention, and he figured he could give it a shot. Politely moving past the ocean of people, he finally made his way to the counter. He ordered, to the bartender's surprise, a simple glass of water. Content with just that, he made his way to what was probably the only remaining empty table in the bar and sat down, as if he were completely oblivious to how out-of-place he looked.

 

[GABA]

The infamous Outlander Club, Jedi Knight Rehni Tak'n had not been there since her days as a padawan. They type of days where she just had to be a normal person and as well as like her other initiates, sneak out into the bars. A night just to put being Jedi on the back-burner and be human. Well as much human as she could be without getting stares at her lightsaber while entering the bar.

She pressed against the drunk and curious minds and they went on with their business. Rehni moved through the crowds, her heightened sense as she pushed minds also alerted her of another presence, she didn't recognize the signature, but picked out the face easily, a Jedi Knight, Malz Terris; Rehni didn't know him, but knew of him. She approached the counter and ordered a drink; the bartender looked at her and chuckled to himself, "Two Jedi in a bar? This must be a joke." Rehni toasted her glass at him and took a sip. It was fully intoxicating, as her body automatically begun filtering out the addicting poison.

She took a seat at the table where Knight Terris was sitting, "Two Jedi's in-ing a bar. Must-ing being a joke." she greeted in her unusual accent.

 

[Malz]

As Malz observed the mass of people, he couldn't help but pick up a familiar feeling, the kind he feels when he's around other Force Sensitives. As he took a sip of his water, his question was answered as he noticed a female Jedi approach his table. It didn't take a doctor to notice she was already tipsy, which immediately made a bad impression on Malz. Growing up with wine-aholic parents, he didn't have the highest opinion of drunks. He only tolerated being in a bar because it was a controlled environment, and it was the closest open place anyway. Still, a drunk Jedi?

He took a deep breath and calmed down. No need to be frustrated; even Jedi need an opportunity to let go every once in a while, though Malz usually spent his free time in the library. Learning something new was always preferable to forgetting a night of drink, in his opinion. After clearing his emotions, he gave her a wide smile and chuckled, "Indeed. We're probably making the other patrons nervous just by sitting here. I don't know if we've met, my name is Malz Terris." He thinks he might have seen her face at some point, but after seeing the amount of people he did today, it was probably easy to mistake her for someone else. He figured he would just be cordial.

 

[GABA]

"Rehni Tak'n." she bowed her head politely to Malz, "Faces ising familiar, mostly likely seeing you around the temples. I hearing your specialty-ing ising healling?" she asked him then taking another sip of her drink. She felt some prying eyes and sent a little nudge towards the way, quite a pet peeve of hers.

 

[Saint]

Deacon took note of the male Jedi who had walked into the cantina only moments ago. He ordered a water of all things. Wow. Leave it to a Jedi to drink water in a cantina such as the Outlander Club. He shook his head lightly in some disbelief.

The fella did seem a bit... odd though, even for a Jedi. He didn't seem to have that warrioresque look about him... and what was all that junk he was carrying. Deke tilted his head to one side, trying to get a better look. He couldn't tell, but whatever it was, there seemed a lot of it.

Lifting a hand to his Taozin amulet, Deke rubbed his thumb over the soft, reddish-glow as he took comfort in its ability. His mind was safe, and there was a bounty on Jedi. One point five million credits. ONE POINT FIVE MILLION!! Oh what he could do with that sum.

Biggest thing though was living long enough to spend it. This Jedi didn't seem to be sporting one of those Padawan-braids... so most likely, he was a little up in rank. Deacon hadn't made himself ready to take down any Jedi or Dark Jedi bounties. Shoot, he hadn't expected to walk into one in the Outlander....

Wait...

Krath!!

Was that another one? A female strolled in. She too seemed to be wearing the attire of a Jedi. Bantha Poo-Doo!! If he wasn't ready or able to take one, he most -certainly- wasn't ready or able to take two!!

Yeah, this wouldn't be a day for trying to collect a bounty. Perhaps he'd just observe and try to read their lips or eavesdrop. Who was he kidding? Deke couldn't read lips. And from where he was sitting, there'd be no -way- that he'd be able to hear them... unless they started yelling.

Whatever, he'd just keep aware of them, careful not to stare but just be mindful of their position in his peripheral vision. The swoop races were coming back on. He'd decided to place a bet. Go Dusky Duckling!!

 

[Malz]

"A pleasure to meet you then, Rehni. And yes, I am a Healer. You've heard about me? Strange, I didn't realize people were talking about me." All his time as a Jedi Knight revolved around studying and healing, and a bit of relaxing here and there. He never had time for much socializing, so to be talked about made him blush a tad. Always nice to hear compliments, though he was ever modest.

For a brief moment, he felt a slight disturbance, but it was so fleeting and insignificant that he brushed away the thought, figuring it was just some typical brute trying to pick a fight with another brute. Malz was always somewhat sensitive to the feelings of those around him, and a crowded bar made it rather difficult to filter out those feelings. He decided to keep the conversation going, "So what brings you over here? An assignment?"

 

[GABA]

"Relaxing, I knowing soons I willing going into battle once more," she smiled at the thought of going back into the battle field, "Almosting four years since I cutting down enemies ofing the Republic." explained the Knight, "So-s no assignments, just owns times. Alreadying swamped withing the handfuls ofing padawans I have." she shrugged at the thought and then had a thought, slightly smirking to herself, "Asing for you, people watching, I getting a good perspectives when I ising hiding within their force signatures and just watch how they behave, doing a lots withing my padawans. Picky." she shrugged again, her eyes carefully scanning the bar.

"So whating about yous? Having you seen the battlefield?" she asked him.

 

[Saint]

The Dusky Duckling got slammed into a wall coming out of turn three. Luckily for the driver, his safety jacket poofed out, protecting his back and spine after he was thrown through the air and skidded across the blacktop. It took him a bit to get up, but with the help of a couple of paramedics, he was able to walk off the track.

His swoop bike on the other hand... well... it'd seen better days.

Tossing down the betting stub, Deke made his way over towards the bar, steering clear of the two Jedi as he shouldered himself between two alien-looking patrons. "I'll have a Starshine Surprise," he ordered upon catching the bartender's eye.

It was a strong, potent drink. One that Deacon could only stand to sip at, not really drink. In his younger years, he'd try to down a full glass on a bet. Boy did -that- end poorly. He won the bet, sure; but the result was that only a few moments later, he had fallen back flat, losing both his winnings and his personal credits as well.

Good thing he had only been carrying enough credits on him to last for a night of drinking. It had been a good con, and one that he had played back himself on a few others in his time since. The memories of those incidents bringing a humored smirk to his face.

Giving a nudge to the alien beside him with the exceptionally large ears, Deacon inquired, "Th' Krath are those two Jedi talkin' about over there?" The alien gave a shrug as he replied without looking, "Beats me. Something about healin' padawans or som' poo-doo." With that, the bartender delivered the drink and Deacon made good on the bill and then some, heading back to his spot to finish watching the race.

He'd have to pick a new swoop and driver. Go Rancor Rising!!

 

[Dread]

She hadn't planned it, but she ended up at the bar. Each step had brought her closer to the smell of booze. Spending time drinking and staring at other patrons was not entirely appealing to her, but she could at least numb herself from the nagging thoughts at the back of her mind. With a fake smile, Blythe walked to the counter and ordered two drinks. Once delivered she tossed a few credits across the counter and curled her hands around two large glasses, filled with a thick liquid that seemed to adopt a new texture and color every few seconds. The beverage was not particularly strong, but held an extremely sour after-taste.

With an empty stare she scanned the cantina for a suiting person to approach and make small talk. She wasn't exactly trying to pick someone up, but she wasn't planning on sitting alone getting drunk either. An older looking man with a strange Taozin amulet caught her eyes, after sensing two force sensitives nearby. Which at this point, she didn't care if they jumped up and stabbed her in the gut then danced around her bloody body in some kind of joyful Jedi ceremony, she was ready to die if that's what the force had planned for her this night.

She walked up to the man in question, and attempted to place the cup of liquor from her left hand near him. "The drinks on me, bub." She remarked, hoping to start up a conversation between them. "Trust me, you'll get nicely wasted on this stuff. Whatever the hell it is." She may of appeared boyish, but her voice did not reflect it. It rang in a soft tune, nearly innocent, if the subject hadn't been what is was...

Picking out her plan brown jacket, white shirt and khaki pants to wear might of been a good move for tonight. It seemed it helped her blend well; she garnered little attention from the basic peoples even when she had spoke. She only hoped that she would gain his attention, seeing as he seemed pretty distracted already.

 

[Malz]

Malz perked an eyebrow at Rehni's comments. Did he sense enjoyment in battle? There's an odd concept. And with impressionable padawans too. He smiled and shook his head, "I'm afraid I just don't have the time for padawans like you do. I don't think I'd be much of a teacher either. I haven't even ignited my lightsaber in...let's see...well, longer than I can remember." Indeed, it's been months since he's used his lightsaber, for combat anyway. It's just not in Malz's nature to fight.

The feeling of another Force Sensitive came back, but Malz brushed it aside again. He continued, "I'm not a good fighter. I've never seen a battlefield, and healers like me would just get in the way. There have been times where I've had to provide support for fallen comrades, but other than that I've been out of the action. My strength lies in the Force, not the saber."

He finished his water and raised his glass. He gave a kind nod to the barmistress who came over to refill, making sure that she didn't slip any sort of alcohol with the water.

 

[GABA]

Rehni felt something rise in the Force, but then disappeared; she pushed her lightly sipped drink with her fingers to slide it out of reach as she leaned back comfortably in her chair. She smiled at Malz comment raising an eyebrow, "Fightings withing my blade relys heavying ons the Force, mores than yous thinking. Knowing wheres to striking, how muching to striking, whos to strinking, nonetheless'eses, crediting healers I doing." she replied, "Saving manys on Battle and putting ups withing people likes me who over-exerts." she laughed.

 

[Saint]

"The drinks on me, bub. Trust me, you'll get nicely wasted on this stuff. Whatever the hell it is," said the teenage... girl? Deacon gave her a brief once over. Her form was that of a young teenage boy as far as he could tell. He hadn't noticed her walking up, else he might've been able to tell by her gait.

Not even her hair was substantially long enough to indicate male or female. Her voice though was... well... perhaps she was a pre-pubescent he? Then again, doubtful as she seemed to be drinking herself. Deciding that it didn't matter after all, especially since she brought a drink to the table, Deacon offered a light dip of his forehead, replying in a low, grizzled tone, "Thanks."

Lifting the glass with one hand, he eyed the substance within as it changed colors, swirling it about. Giving a glance over at her, he wasn't one to just chat away to a stranger, yet for a free drink, he would humor her a bit. He turned his attention back to the liquid as he commented, "Drink like this, fella wouldn't wanna down after he got good an' wasted. I's rather captivatin'."

Setting the drink back down, he glanced up at the display showing the swoop races. Rising Rancor wasn't faring to hot. Wasn't his day for picking winners it seemed. Least not in the races. Noting the two Jedi's presence still in his peripheral vision, Deke attempted to keep tabs on them without direct observation or staring.

Canting his head ever so slightly to one side, he inquired of the plainly dressed teen, "So.... you hav' a name?" Taking a small sip of his Starshine Surprise, he let his gaze rest on her for a few moments.

 

[Dread]

Blythe took the chance to hop on the stool that had conveniently became available besides her current choice in bar mates. As small as she was compared to the two she was beside, she made herself quite comfortable. It might of seemed strange how comfortable, but she had only taken that into consideration for a brief moment before shrugging it off.

Her eyes had made their way to the liquid, "I hadn't thought of it that way," she trailed off for a moment before turning her face to meet his, "Although, I'll freely admit I did buy it for it's looks as much as it's effects."

Hearing his last question, her expression quickly changed to match the blankness of her eyes. Almost everything about her seemed rigid in that moment, with her solider-like posture she had taken on when she had sat. Before she answered she brought the glass to her dry lips, squinting as she took a small sip, "Blythe." she kept the cold cup just below her chin, "And yours?"

It was hard to ignore, so her eyes had drifted back onto the mans Taozin amulet. "Is there a reason you carry that around? I'm sure you're aware of what those creators do." Blythe licked her lips, grimacing faintly. Maybe it was a dumb move, but it was a nervous reaction to the thought of the beasts.

 

[Malz]

Malz grinned and nodded. He was well aware of the amount of Force skill it took to be a true expert of the lightsaber, but there was still something so barbaric about it. "I know, I know. And I'm grateful for everything you fighters do; you keep the ones like me safe." He gave a wink and continued his drink. He looked around and sighed, "It's so crowded though. Anytime I'm in places like these I worry I'm going to be caught in the middle of some bar brawl, and I'll be expected to keep the peace through brute force."

 

[GABA]

Rehni looked around, searching the walls for a chrono, "Still ising early, notting to worries of brawls, yet." she laughed, "By the ways, ising this whating a Healer does ins his free time?" she asked referring to him drinking water in a popular bar, "What having brought you in here tonight?" she asked knowing she went slightly off topic, but still as for her to have had met another Jedi in a bar.

 

[Saint]

The voice was definitely feminine, and she lacked any hint or clue of an Adam's apple. Deke was convinced enough. She had slid up onto an adjacent stool rather comfortably. Apparently she'd felt rather welcomed enough to do so, and by rights, the drink offering being accepted afforded her such courtesy.

She commented on how she had partially bought the drink for its looks. Kind of an interesting though. He began to remark, "Curious, isn't it? How we allow the appearance of such a thing affect our decision to purchase, when in fact the look of it has absolutely nothing to do with it's taste or intoxication?"

He swirled his own drink that he still was nursing, the Starshine Surprise, about in one hand, eyeing it for a few moments as he gazed upon it's effervescence and ocean-blue hue. "Seems to re-inforce just how shallow we are.... Huh," and with that, he took another sip of his drink, allowing it to pass slowly around his mouth before swallowing without remark about what or where his thought process was going with that remark.

Giving a light sigh of content, Deke answered her inquiry after a brief pause upon noting her sudden rigidity in answering his own about her name. "Name's Deacon." He dipped his head politely, giving his chin a slight tilt to one side as he closed his eyes momentarily. "A pleasure to meet you."

With her small reaction to his question, Deke began to think that perhaps she'd rather not talk about who she was or her past right now. That was all well and good by Deke as well, as he wasn't one to just spill his guts about his entire past either. There was something smooth and comforting about idle conversation anyway.

Laying a hand over his amulet, Deacon fingered it a bit as he gave the swoop race another look, long enough to note that Rising Rancor hadn't recovered much and was still about mid-pack with only a few laps to go. It wasn't looking promising.

After a heavy exhale, he turned his attention right back to her. "Well, call me crazy, but I kin'a like th' way it glows." He offered a small, crooked smile. Though she seemed to know just what creature it'd been made from, he wasn't about to just announce what the properties of such an amulet were, nor of why he felt the need to wear one.

Truth was that it created a small void in the Force about him, so that Jedi couldn't sense his presence; or read his mind for that matter, which was certainly a huge benefit to him, concerning his line of work.

Quirking an eyebrow, he attempted to keep the subject away from the amulet and more focused on the creatures, as it seemed that perhaps she had something to say about them, or perhaps an experience? "But jus' so I'm aware, what -is- it that these creatures do?"

Honestly, he was genuinely curious, at least to find out what her thoughts were about him. Deacon didn't have a wealth of knowledge on Taozin. He only knew about the parts that interested him; this amulet being one of them.

 

[Dread]

At his comment about being shallow, she titled her head to one side. She was sure his motive behind the comment wasn't completely about the drink. In the past people had mistaken her for a young boy, which was what she guessed helped bring about that comment.

"It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances." Blythe quoted, taking another sip of her drink then bringing it higher in the air, a bit forward. The light shining through the glass reflected the switching hues of the drink onto her pale skin and eyes. It was a rather brilliant mix of colors, her crystal blue eyes seemed to complement each passing color. "In any case..." She trailed off again, at the same time she lowered her cup onto the counter with a soft 'tap' of glass meeting marble.

When he gave her his name Blythe nodded her head in return to the man's out of habit, then commented. "Well, aren't you the gentlemen?"

She had already noted his interest in the game before she had sat down, and so when he had turned his attention back to the screen so did she momentarily. His reaction to the game was swiftly met with one of Blythe's rare giggles. It was something she hadn't done for what felt like years. Perhaps she was enjoying herself...or maybe it was the alcohol.

After his less then enlightening answer about his amulet, Blythe gave a sigh of her own. "I see." Tapping her finger on the counter for a moment she gathered her thoughts on the creature then answered. "One could call it effectively invisible in the force." Blythe said a little too dryly, eying Deacon at the same time. "It's an especially dangerous creature, but it does have one appeal; it's flesh is permeated with tiny, crystalline structures that diffuses light. Imagine the shield you could make from that thing, even armor, although theres more practical ways of crafting armor of that kind, of course."

 

[Malz]

Malz gave a light chuckle as he replied, "Oh, nono. I don't particularly like bars, as I've said, so this is hardly what I do in my free time. You'll get to know a lot of other healers, though, that come in here to drown out the...well, let's just say having someone's life in your hands can be a bit much. I typically handle it a lot better though." Granted, he wasn't as light and cheerful as he was in his youth, but he still did his best to keep his ever-happy demeanor. He made an image of himself as the bubbly Jedi, and he intended to keep it that way.

"I tend to spend my free time in the libraries. I'm quite the bookworm, so I tend to camp out there very often. If I'm not there, I'll be outside studying science in the real world rather than in text. I try to learn something new every day, you see. I think it keeps life interesting that way." He gave a wink, perhaps hinting about seeing a Jedi actually enjoying battle and a drink as something new and interesting to him. He took another delicate sip and remarked, "But ah, the reason I came in here was 'cause it was open. That's all. And I was hoping to meet some deathstick dealers, try and convince them to stop their practice. Or better yet, some addicts, and help them with their addictions. It's quite a problem in this city."

 

[GABA]

Rehni listened intently, "Wereing yous hoping to having death-stick dealers approaches you oring you finding a death-stick dealer? To being honest, I do notting think it helping when someone ising dressed as Jedi and carries a lightsaber, a druggie ising going to being willing to walk ups to a Jedi to askings for help." she stopped and bit her lip, "Though I've nevering had anyone comes up to me's and asking for assistance. I think I intimidate others to an extenting." she frowned, she had then a silly thought, "How muching ofing your convincing to stopping willing be mind trick?" she asked him.

 

[Saint]

It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances? Deacon had to think to himself on that one for awhile. It took a bit, but he was certain that whoever had said that originally, be that this young girl or not, had put into it much more thought than what it sounded like. He shook the thought off as she moved on in the conversation.

He offered a light, singular bob of his head as he closed his one eye in response to her remark about him being a gentleman. Deacon truly didn't see himself as such, though he didn't go out of his way to prove himself otherwise, instead just replying with a voice nearly soft as a whisper, "Why thank-you."

Blythe gave off a light-hearted giggle as he'd turned his attention to the swoop races. Seemed she was starting to really enjoy herself. Good. Good for her. Deacon felt a sense of ease wash smoothly over him in a soft-gentle wave as he himself relaxed his posture as well, turning a bit more away from the business of watching the Jedi. They didn't seem to be going anywhere and Deke wasn't prepared to make a move of any sort anyway.

When she began to explain about the creature of which he had a portion strapped across his chest, Deacon found himself mildly impressed with her knowledge. She probably knew a whole lot more, but didn't want to bore him. He could appreciate that, though it did raise the question of how and why she knew so much, an especially how she knew from the start just what it was. It wasn't like they were an everyday household item, or even common knowledge.

If someone had any particular knowledge about them, there was a reason for it. After taking another sip of his drink, it was nearly gone now, Deacon looked over and stated, "Seems you hav' a good workin' knowledge regarding such creatures. Where'd you learn all that?" He suspected that it was due in great part to some experience regarding Jedi. Perhaps having some skills herself? Maybe.

He'd await her response before jumping to any real conclusion. Besides, she didn't -look- like a Jedi. Heh. Her comment about practical armor that was resistant to lightsabers was most interesting. He made a note to self to make a small inquiry regarding that subject a little later on in the conversation perhaps, or maybe at another time, if they were ever to meet again.