A Mando walks into a bar...

[Gabora]

Arasa chezb sat at her table alone, an empty cup in one hand as her other one was pointed at a coin on the table. She was out of her armor for the fact that it required recharging every five hours and would crush any chair she sit in into a fine powder. It was plugged in by the wall.

Arasa never flaunted this but she was force sensitive. She was also a Mandalorian and never went to train with the Jedi. Instead she tried to practice on her own. Besides in times of great stress or fear, she has never been able to use it very well. Her consideration was on the coin, feeling it's presence there. Her hand raised ever so slightly and to her amazement, so did the coin. The coin was a good inch off the table when someone behind her began to laugh extremely loudly and broke her concentration, causing her to drop it. "Osik!" she swore in Mando'a. Bringing her cup up to her mouth for another drink she discovered that it was empty. Sh raised it up and said "Refill". A small droid floated by and poured more liquid into it. Arasa took a sip and continued concentrating on the coin in front of her.

All around her where drunks. A wall was almost completely covered by view screens playing various sports on them. In one corner a couple of Twi'leks looked like they where trying to eat each others faces off by starting on the mouth. In another, the all bith band was playing With a couple of female dancers in front of them. Arasa wondered why there where never any male dancers in bars like these.

 

[Niner]

Cyrus Curoth was having fun. He finished off his mug of ale and swiveled on his barstool to face the room.....Looking for his next conquest. He saw a man try to flirt with a pretty girl and get slapped in the face causing him to laugh loudly.

He kept scanning the room and saw a tough looking woman sitting alone at a table. She had a bad ass girl look around her.....but she was pretty......just his type. He stood up and checked his appearance in a mirror. His black bantha hide jacket reached about mid thigh level and he had a red tshirt on underneath that. He picked up two mugs of ale on his way over the table from tables who occupants were busy and sat down across from the woman.

"Nice to meet you. My name's Cyrus." He flashed her a smile and took a drink from his mug.

 

[Gabora]

Arasa looked at the strange man across from her. The way he was dressed with that fancy coat and that goofy smile on his face meant he was only after one thing. She reached out and grabbed the coin, putting it in her pocket. She took a large swig of her alcoholic drink, put the cup down and explained "You don't want to be doing this with me. I'm Mando’ade. I'm too much for you to handle." She whispered the last part then gave a slight evil smile. It was obvious that her drinking was starting to catch up with her.

 

[Niner]

The fact that the woman was a mando shocked Cyrus a little. But he realized that this could be far to fun of a hunt to pass up.
"Mando eh? I've heard some stuff about you guys. Bet none of it's true though." I mean hell........*I* could be a mandalorian."

He flashed another grin at her and downed the rest of his drink. "So what'ya say? Wanna show me what makes a woman like you lead the life of a hardbitten mando?"

 

[Gabora]

It was obvious this, what some would call a man, was not a Mandalorian. Mandos where Warriors that fought and died for honor. This guy was a sleazeball. But Arasa was never one to let a good time pass her by. She smiled and said "If you truly are a Mandalorian, you will have and know all the things you need to be a Mandalorian. First off, Where is your armor? Can't be Mando'ade without armor."

 

[Niner]

"Ah well my beskar's in the speeder outside. I'll be honest it *can* chafe a little. Plus....bantha hide just looks so damn good on me."
He flagged down a waiting droid for another drink.
"I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself though. The name is Cyrus Curoth, Elite sniper."
He winked, "I'm the best you've ever seen.....and I'm good with a gun too." His drink arrived and he started in on it, "Of course getting a little booze in me only makes me better, and I'll leave it up to you to wonder which one I'm referring too."

 

[Gabora]

Arasa's expression became one of slight shock. But she wasn't totlay convinsed. Anyone could buy Mandalorian armore on the black market. She still had one more test for him. "If you Mando'ade, then you know our language. What does this extremely common phrase in mando'a mean in basic. 'Verd ori'shya beskar'gam'. It is the most common phrase in our culture."

 

[Niner]

Cyrus chuckled, "Funny you should say that after you questioned me about my armor. But yes, a man is more then his armor. Which is why I don't use my beskar as a cheap way to pick up women." He leaned back in the booth, "I do have respect for our culture you know."

He continued to drink his ale and looked over at the dancers on the platform, "So what about you my fine lady? You haven't introduced yourself yet."

 

[Gabora]

"Osik!" Arasa swore as her fist hit the table. She was not expecting him to know the language. But all in all, this guy could have been worse. He could of been a rodian. moving her hair out of her face she said "Sorry. I was not expecting this. Most guys who claim to be Mando'ade are just Jerks. But I can tell by how you act, you weren't born in our culture. Tell me how the others found you worthy because I fail to see it."

 

[Niner]

"Well if you're *that* interested I'll tell you, but I expect some backstory out of you then....or not but at least a name so I'll know what to call out later." He winked and then took another swig of his ale and lit a cigarette.
"Well you see, I worked for a private military company, Orion Security. They've gone out of business since then, but I was with them during their peak. I'm not sure if you remember but about two years ago some Mandalorians had captured a genetics research lab. Well I was part of the force sent to recapture the lab. Long story short.....I wound up charging a group of five mandalorians with my boot knife cause my rifle had ran out of ammo. I was pretty fraking certain I was gonna die, especially after the first blaster bolt went through my shoulder," He paused and pulled his t-shirt up so she could see the blaster scars all across his chest. "But I was able to get through and put a decent scratch into one of their helmets before passing out from shock. Woke up the next day in a tent and had to heal the old fashioned way. No bacta, no painkillers, nothing. But I had a purpose and something to live for now and that made it easier."

He took a drag on his cigarette, "That's when I was adopted. Now you need to tell me about yourself babe. You've been skirting the subject all night."

 

[Gabora]

"And for good reason." Arasa said. She was not in the mood for this. But coming to a place like this, it was expected. "If you must know, I am Arasa of the clan Chezb. It's a small clan. So small in fact that I am the only surviving member." Arasa had a sad look on her face. "Anyway, When I turned thirteen I moved to a small farm on Mandalore. There, I built a machine shop where I would repair anything from a small ship to a droid. Then the Sith came and kicked us off our planet. Ever since I have been struggling to survive."

 

[Niner]

Cyrus' smile vanished from his face and he leaned forward. "Arasa, I am truly sorry to hear that. The sith scum need to be wiped from this galaxy and I mean to have a part in it myself." Cyrus' face had adopted a hard bitten look that seemed very at odd with his happy go lucky grin that he had sported just moments ago. His face revealed the man underneath the skin, the man his mandalorian armor portrayed, a killer. A man who would take the life of an enemy combatant without a seconds hesitation or regret.
"Our people will get their revenge Arasa, believe me."

 

[Gabora]

It was nice to see that he actually cared about their culture's space. Arasa shook her head, trying to get the sad thoughts out. Trying to get the conversation on a lighter mood, she looked up at Cyrus with a smile and asked in a joking manner "Why are you here anyway? You on a conquest to scout out new 'planets' for there natural resources or something?" Arasa took a gulp from her drink. She didn't really like it but it was the closest thing to any kind of Mandalorian alcoholic beverage.

 

[Niner]

Cyrus laughed, his face loosing it's dark edge and becoming jovial once again, "Yeah you could say that."
He winked at her, "And you seem to be next on my list of attempts." Cyrus was surprised......she was actually going along with this better then he expected. Maybe he would get lucky tonight.

 

[Gabora]

"Well good luck with that." she offered, finishing off her glass. "I have very specific tastes." Raising her glass, a droid came and filled it back up. "Maybe if you play your pazzac cards right and I have a few more of these, you will get to call out my name." she said took a small sip from her fresh glass. She then turned around to watch the band and the dancers. "Why don't they have any dancers for women here? I'm not complaining about those Twi'leks up there but I would appreciate some males."

 

[Niner]

He grinned at her and took of his jacket.
"Hold this," He said as he handed her the jacket.
That being said he walked over to the stage and jumped up onto it.
A few minutes of dancing, most of the ladies (and some men) in the bar screaming for more, and a little less clothing, security finally got around to hauling Cyrus off the stage. He walked back over to Arasa while putting his t-shirt back on.
"I don't think I'll be welcome here again but the manager said if it would get me out quicker we get a free drink before I have to leave or be thrown out" He handed her another drink and then followed with, "So what do you think? You appreciate me now?"

 

[Gabora]

Arasa laughed as Cyrus danced and stripped his heart out. When he returned, she handed his coat back and answered "Almost, but that was not the most asinine thing I've seen someone do for a chance at a woman." She chugged the cup and said "I'll meet you outside. I need to get my armor. It's plugged in over there." With that, she got up and drunkingly stumbled her way to it. She pressed a button and the armor, which weighed about 400 lbs, started to make a buzzing noise. The chest and back pieces separated and Arasa crawled her way in. When everything was in place she slowly made her way out.

 

[Niner]

Cyrus was outside in a speeder, in the back seat was a sniper rifle and suit of Mandalorian armor with a heavily scarred helmet.
"So where do you want to go? I trust you have someplace interesting in mind?" He asked with a wink.

 

[Gabora]

Arasa looked down at Cyrus' armor and laughed through the speakers in her helmet. "Don't be intimidated that mine is bigger." That said, she pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. "This is where I parked my ship and here are the codes to get in. There is enough room for both of us but not very much else. When I arrive, I expect to see you inside, with a bottle of Champagne, only wearing your helmet. She said with a robotic, staticy voice coming from her helmet. Arasa handed the piece of paper to Cyrus before saying "I'll be there later. I have something to do. Don't try to start my ship because you won't be able too."

 

[Niner]

Cyrus laughed, "I keep a bottle of champagne in here at all times for such needs." He reached in the backseat and produced a bottle of very nice champagne and held it up, "Finest stuff you can loot from a mansion."

He imputed the coordinates into his speeder and it picked up and zoomed of to the ship location. When he arrived he grabbed his helmet from the back seat and looked at it, "You've certainly seen alot my friend" he said to the helmet, then he put it on and made sure the camera was recording, "And you save it all for me too" He laughed, his helmet making it sound almost cold and brutal. He jumped out of his speeder and made it was onto the ship....."Life is fraking good he said to himself as he fulfilled the rest of Arasa's wishes. He lay his boots down right next to him on the floor though, the two knives within easy reach, he was always prepared, even when naked waiting for a woman......actually.....especially when naked and waiting for a woman.