[Atlas] Giving It A Shot - Social

[Burkhart Kelborn]

open social to everyone. This takes place in shipwreck island and is neutral territory. Death disabled though if people want to brawl they can (though maybe take it to a side thread if tons of people are in this one being social). Sith, GA, mandos, indies etc, all welcome.

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"Well thas iz new" Burkhart said in his iconic thick accent. That was something that the Morling rarely said these days. But Atlas was different compared to just about every planet he had been to. The last time he had been here was when he was still working for his own father and not the head of his own business. It was just as dark and seedy as he remembered it. It was perfect.

The bar he had entered in was large. Stone and drift wood made tables with cuts from dozens of knives being used on them. Markings criss-crossing one another from different gangs and crews trying to leave a clue as to where they had been. The wood had soaked in years of spirits, the smell of smoked tabac and the salty air from the ocean wafting in on the warm summer evening.

This was a place where people went to avoid the law. Everyone here was a tough customer and anybody that slightly resembled law enforcement may want to have their affairs in order. The closest thing to allowed law enforcement were bounty hunters and even then usually the more brutish ones that learned to not chase after every hunt just because they had the opportunity.

With a wave of his hands a dozen other mandalorians and assorted staff of his growing business came into the bar. They each were carrying containers holding booze and guilea smuggled by Burkhart himself and his crew.

There was a party amassing out on the beach. He had come bearing illicit substances and the kind he was willing to share with the local community for a reduced price for what it normally was in this part. The top shelf booze would have probably been enough along with the promise of a weekend long rager but Burkhart never did anything half assed. When he fought he gave it his all. When he worked it was his sole focus. When he partied, well everyone present would know soon enough.

Parties on the beach, shock boxing matches, gambling tables, live music and discounted quality vices. What more could anybody want. Not to mention, since this was an independent planet not beholden to any one faction anybody and everybody could enjoy it. Droids moved around bringing drinks, personal entertainment attendants were spaced out relaying the music so everywhere could be a dance floor if desired. Overhead camera drones were getting recording of the live music. Burkhart wondered if maybe he should found a music festival here. The perfect underground film festival. That put a smile on his face.

"Alright vode! Let's show these locals how we party yeh!?" A resounding cheer of confirmation came from those within earshot of the loud canine's voice. Not everybody was in armor. Plenty of people were in everyday clothes or their 'party attire'. There was the open water right there and many of them were eager to join in on the fun in the water as the sun began to lower towards sunset.

Burkhart took a long swig of his tihaar. It burned his mouth just the way he liked it. Shortly after he pulled out a cigara as thick around as his massive thumb and snipped it before lighting it up. Smoke drifted up into the sky as it just began showing the pink hues of sunset. "Let's get thas parteh started" He said with a chuckle.

 

[Funani Avanti]

In this veritable den of scum and outlaws was one Jawa who quite frankly didn't give a kark about anyone's business. The naive traveler from Tatooine was slowly becoming more and more hardened. He had been here a few days because when you learn that there is a planet called atlas with a settlement called shipwreck island you HAD to go. It was a simply a must I mean Shipwreck island: Could you get any more pirate than that? Sure people thought they could push the tiny guy around and well they tried but that soon ended when he punched a Trandoshan that was trying to mess with him in his reproductive parts and got thrown out for the first time for starting a massive brawl. Funani had tiny scar on his chin when someone smashed a bottle in a upper cut like swing. Though it seemed to garner him some respect with the regulars.

The Jawa had found a new appreciation for alcohol after correllia it often numbed his nerves from the experience and if he had enough found he could go to sleep without dreaming which was a great way to escape the nightmares. Some may call this the beginning of alcoholism but to Funani it was often times just what made for a good bit of wild fun. He was sitting at a stool minding his own business when suddenly a bunch of Mandos come out of the wood work with all sorts of booze and some sort spice as well. Now that was interesting. A big Morling even declaring that the party was starting.

"Kark Yeah" The Jawa cheered before slugging back a shot of some nice spicy whiskey that torched his mouth and sinuses, upon finishing his shot (Which was already his 3rd in 5 minutes) he threw the shot glass down to the floor shattering into little pieces. He immediately tipped the bartender, got a new glass and walked over to the mandos and saw there exquisite selection of forgetfulness agents. His eyes stopped at a bottle of rum that just seemed to speak to him he paid up took the bottle with him and started pouring and sipping away. The sweet spiced cinnamon taste was just a joy for his tongue and he couldn't have enough. He looked around the bar to see what else was going on and see if anyone seemed familar to him. This would hopefully be a night he wished he could remember.

@Darasuum

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Ah, life couldn't be better. Sakadi took another sip of her cocktail, as she gazed upon the beach. It was one of the few times where she slipped back to her old personality, the former celebrity Sakadi Marathi Sinvala. She had been in way over her head as of late, fighting too many battles to be considered a pacifist. The resulting injuries had forced her to take a couple of days off, focusing on meditation and restoration. Yeah, travelling to shipwreck island on Atlas and claiming a lounger for the day, that was something she considered restoration.

Adjusting her sunglasses, Sakadi glanced at the group of Mandalorians who had taken control of the part of the beach she was at. Were they the entertainment for this evening? Well it was bound to turn into an interesting evening if that were the case.

Because Sakadi didn't want to attract attention, she had decided against wearing her Jedi attire and taking her lightsaber to Atlas. Instead, the Sephi could be spotted wearing a short dress, with matching sunglasses and a sun hat. No one would recognize her as a Jedi here.

Just as she leaned back in her chair again, Sakadi spotted a tiny man who she had mistaken for a child at first. Was that... Funani kriffing Avanti? What was the Jawa doing her among the Mandalorians?... Did it really matter though? She came here to relax and recover after all, didn't she?

Taking another large sip of her cocktail, Sakadi's gaze shifted back to the sea again. Mandalorians and Jawas on her off day, oh this was going to be quite the vacation..

@Darasuum @Caught in Strangereal

 

[Eithni Vala Stark]

The fact that Eithni was present at a place like this, was a bit of a surprise, even to Eithni herself, as she stumbled upon the place by an accident. Or to be exact, the ride landed on the planet for a brief moment and before Eithni knew it, was the shipowner jumped by a bunch of men when they saw Eithni back on the ship. What the young witch didn't know, was that the gang thought the shipowner was a slave owner and she was his slave. It might have been Eithni's fault for sneaking onboard, for getting the pilot killed, but again, how was she to know?

The last thing she heard as she was guided away from her ride off the planet, was a loud shot before she was left in a whirl of activities all around her. Standing on her own, in a strange place, full of exciting new things. Not having a ride to get off, she might as well explore the area and that was exactly what she did. With her hood down, she didn't really look very suspicious, maybe a bit odd compared to everybody else, but people ignored the young girl when walking by.

To be honest, it was quite overwhelming for the Dathomirian witch, all those new and unknown things on the stalls, or food, by the Fanged Goddess they had food she hasn't tried before! Luckily she over her travelling had been able to acquire enough money to get by, not to mention, she understood the concept of money now.

As she walked down the path, through the large market, enjoying some very tender and delicious meat, she stumbled upon what looked like a party of some sort on the beach. Finishing her snack, she entered the party, being the curious little creature that she was. The feeling of sand between her toes was always a wonderful feeling and a nice change, compared to what she usually walking around on. She did have clothes with footwear, but it just wasn't the same as walking around barefooted, well, she did have cloth wrapped around her feet.

The beach party was really gathering pace and the loud mesmerizing beat of music drew the Nightsister to one of the dance areas and felt a need to just dance. She had danced before, but that was more in terms of rituals, this was just out of fun than anything else.

After a bit, she started to get thirsty and headed for that drink building, that people call a bar and entered, looking around. As she headed for the bar to get something to drink, she walked right passed Funani's field of view but completely misses the little Jawa herself. Jumping up on one of the stools she looked curiously at all the crazy coloured bottles presented behind the counter.

"Alricht, whit dae ye want?" Asked one of the bartender with a thick accent, looking at Eithni, waiting for an order. "hm~ not sure, what's that?" Asked the curious witch and pointed at a bright sharp yellow-coloured drink being ordered to another customer. The bartender, looked behind his back with a raised eyebrow, "oh thon? Thon is the Fuzzy Tauntaun" explained the bartender and smiled at Eithni, finding the girl rather adorable by how excited she got by the name. He had no idea why such a young one as her was at a place like this, but he wasn't about to ask, not part of his job. "Uh, I also want a Fuzzy Tauntaun!" Expressed Eithni excited, bouncing a bit on her stool. "Alricht, ane Fuzzy Tauntaun comin richt up" said the man and started to prepare the drink for Eithni. While waiting for her drink to be ordered, not actually knowing how strong or sweet it was, sat and looked at how her drink got made.

@Darasuum @Caught in Strangereal @Powerfullhorus

 

[Dusti Streebek]

The door to the indoor bar was kicked open in quite the dramatic flair as a wobbly grease-stained redhead stepped toward and posed in a power stance as she surveyed the crowd with a *bleep*-eating grin. She opened her arms widely, accidentally slapping a random twi’lek in the forehead.

“I’m back, smugglaaaaaahs!!! *BELCH!* Where’s the beer???”

A third of the crowd met the entrance of the Corellian courier/landspeed-racer with hoots of delight. Another third collectively rolled their eyes and groaned. And the rest… well, they seemed a bit taken aback. The bartenders grinned at each other… for although Dusti Streebek was infamously as obnoxious as a dug on death sticks she was quite the heavy tipper.

She strutted toward the bar, snapping her fingers and attempting to sway her hips and look sexy while stumbling every fifth step. “Zalluff!!! My main gran!” she hollered toward one of the bartenders. “Ya got any of that Klattoonian *hic* brew on tap? ‘Cause I’m *bleepin’* dyin’ over here!” The gran bartender signaled a yes toward her and immediately began to pour her a tankard. Dusti grinned as she gave him a flirtatious wink (and if winks could slur, hers would have). “Start a tab, babe. You know I’m good for it.” She grabbed the tankard and tilted back her head, not bothering to wait for the foam to dissipate and letting the frothy substance collect on the sides of her mouth as the intoxicating bubbly liquid travelled down her esophagus.

After downing half of the tankard’s contents, she wiped off her mouth with her sleeve and released a loud BRAUP. Then her eyes scanned the other patrons in the joint. She was going to have fun or die trying, and dammit… she wasn’t about to do it alone.

She noticed a bit of a gathering happening down toward the beach, as she looked toward the back deck that lead down to a pathway toward the ocean. “I-I may go for a sssswim later,” she slurred aloud. “Anyone wanna go sssswimmin’ later? Ish a *bleepin’* beach party, right?”

 

[Marion Kestrel]

Ah, it had been such a long while since Marion had deigned to appear in public, even if no one here knew who he was. That was a good thing, considering how long he'd had to go into hiding. Wrong place at the wrong time, just his luck, and while that Moff had never actually seen his face, he'd seen enough to put out a rough bounty for him. He had to keep his tail clean and ear to the ground until he'd heard someone had submitted for the bounty to be claimed. That meant that some poor Amaran had taken the fall for him by accident. He knew who had claimed the reward and planned to deal with them later, his own form of justice. That would be later for sure, though. For now he wanted to start working on rejoining the social parts of the underside of the galaxy. He needed tips for work, or maybe someone here was looking for a handsome Amaran to hire. For work or...pleasure.

Schmee watching the ship, the furred man in his leather coat and normal clothing headed to the bar, ordering a drink while looking around the room. Seemed like a tough crowd, though a few people stood out. A Jawa was even here, that bringing a tug to the side of his mouth threatening to break into a smile. He wondered if the being was just lost or was here on business. This did feel like the right place to be, at least, with the amount of strange people for places like this around. Including himself, to be honest. He nursed his drink, ears swiveling as he tried to pick up any interesting talk. The night was still young, after all.

 

[Miha Archan]

A good thing about working for yourself is that when you don’t want to work, you don’t have to. Money is nice of course, but sometimes a little freedom was its own kind of salary. Miha had been in the area dropping off a supply of Potters Ash to this sector, and when he found himself with a bumper paycheck and a day’s travel to Shipwreck Island, who was he to question what Fate had pointed him towards. He’d landed on the planet about three days ago, and had not been sober since. Presently he was sat at a bar on the beach, debating the dynamics of some well regarded fiction with a very large sea-faring bird. “Well yeah that’s one way of looking at it.” Miha slurred into a jar of something that smelled and tasted like paint thinner. “But you’ve got the angle all wrong, they actually need one another. It’s called codependency and they both know it.”


The Bird only squaked and cocked its head at the drunkard.


“Okay I’ll admit, yes, he might do horrible things to T’ohm, nasty things, even sadistic things, but you see that’s fine so long as that’s what T’ohm wants. Now I wouldn’t presume to blame the victim, but think about T’ohm’s actions, he’s always asking for it. It’s his partner’s job to fulfil T’ohm’s needs, and Jerri knows that.”


Once again the Bird let out an unconvinced squawk, pecking at Miha’s drink before recoiling in revulsion.


“My proof? Well, in the T’ohm and Jerri Show they both live with one another-”


Whether it was the alcohol, or if it had just gotten tired of hearing Miha’s rambling the bird suddenly dropped dead, leaving only a handful of feathers to drift through the air, and a foul smelling stain on the woodwork. “Yeah… I didn’t think that would convince you.” Taking a look around to make sure no one had noticed, he quickly grabbed the bird by the neck and hurled it through the nearest open window, wiping up the remaining residue with a napkin as he finished the last of his jar. He struck a match against the bar top, guiding the tiny flame to the cigarra he clutched between his lips as he looked about the bar. The only thing that really stuck out was a pale young thing to his right ordering a Fuzzy Tauntaun. Once the bartender had turned his back, Miha shuffled around to face the newcomer, striking up conversation the best way he knew how.


“You look like your hair’s still wet from the womb, the shrak are you doing in a place like this?

 

[Brent Fury Drast]

Brent was off chasing after something he loved as usual. It only stopped when he heard a loud rucus back on the beach. It was getting dark and his sobriety was returning. Surfacing in the waning light of the afternoon he found several other people in the water too. "Looks like there's a convenient party waiting for us on the beach." Brent alerted the other swimmers as they tread water for the time being. "I'm gonna go grab a drink. Y'all keep doin whatever." With that he began swimming back to shore.

Once the Drast arrived he made sure to not walk particularly fast or anything. Give them some eye candy, Fury. You're looking fierce today. Anybody watching the bay would see his glistening and toned body walking almost in slow motion. Of course he still actually had to arrive back at his things sooner or later. Grabbing his towel he dried off mostly and put a shirt on along with some sandals. The rest of his stuff was in his small bag over one shoulder.

The man had decided to take the trip to Atlas after he had left Tython to get his new ship stripped and gutted and now he and the others that had accompanied him were here to enjoy whatever festivities that were available. Sakadi was among the party goers, a familiar jawa, Miha, and one particular red head who swore alot the last time they had been around one another. "The water is pretty nice. You have a bathing suit?" He said to Dusti from behind as he approached the bar. "Two of whatever the lady is having. Actually make it three. Two for me and one for her." After placing the order he would look at the smuggler and give her a wink.


@Powerfullhorus @Caught in Strangereal @Zanna Black @belligerentProle

 

[Hask Jen]

Every once in a while Hask took a break from his busy schedule of doing absolutely nothing important and found himself in the strangest of places. This was one of those times. Atlas wasn't a place he was too familiar with, though the feeling he got from it was quite well-known to him.

He had been laying low for the most part of the day, but when he heard someone was throwing a party he couldn't resist. Soon enough he was right in the middle of it...and a bunch of Mandalorians who would like nothing more than to bet him to a pulp.

"Come on, big guy! That the best you got?!" he taunted the Mandalorian warrior twice his size. Both were stripped or armour and weapons, armed only with some shock boxing gloves...well the Mandalorian was. Hask was bare-knuckle...but the electricity dancing around his right hand made it clear what he was using for a weapon. The makeshift ring on the beach was surrounded with onlookers wanting to see who came out on top. Hask had received a few punches, but the Mandalorian was faring far worse. He was slow compared to the smaller Pureblood.

The man charged at him, but Hask dodged the attack and sent him ploughing into the sand. Now enraged, the man swung violently at him, with Hask blocking and dodging as quickly as possible. He wanted to go on, but seeing the very familiar sight of a certain Nightsister gave him other ideas. Done playing around, he laid into the man. electricity crackled as he threw blow after blow against the man, finishing off with a hard punch from his new mechanical arm to knock him out. With a sigh he took his winnings and left, grabbing his shirt and other items from nearby and ignoring the stares from the salty warriors and ruffians behind him. Perhaps attending this party was a great idea after all...

He reached the bar as he finished pulling his t-shirt back on and leaned against the counter. "Bartender, Tarisian ale." he ordered and soon enough it was in his hand. He looked around the bar, seeing all manner of interesting characters. He felt a number of presences around him. A drunk girl was lost in her drink, a...drunk Jawa ran around screaming like a maniac, and a curious Amaran was a seat or two down from him. But his attention was on the young Nightsister next to him. "Having fun, kiddo?" he asked her with a smirk, helping himself to another sip of his pint.

A stranger with a curious presence joined into the conversation as well, though his comment wasn't all that much appreciated by the Pureblood. Nevertheless he hung back to see what Eithni would do to the guy. Hask had to admit, though, he had a point.

 

[Aadya Drast]

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The desperate need for a break had been plaguing Aadya for some time now. When she had first taken on the responsibility of the Empire she hadn't been naive enough to think that it would be easy or hell, even fun. But even with her somewhat realistic expectations she'd never really prepared herself for what it would actually take out of her physically, emotionally and spiritually.

Maybe that was why she felt the need to change herself up a bit, maybe that's why Aadya found herself on Atlas of all places. The Force was funny like that.

Her toes sunk into the sand as Aadya walked the beach, a smile creeping into the corners of her mouth as she went. It felt nice. Aadya had recently gotten a pretty drastic haircut, spicing up her look a bit as she'd started to become bored with her normal hair. It also helped her move around the galaxy a bit with people not recognizing her instantly the way they normally did.

The sound of the music drew Aadya to what appeared to be a rather bouncing party. Shrugging her shoulders, she approached the bar and ordered her usual. "You got quanya?" She asked simply, the bartender answering with a simple nod of his head as he went and fetched it, pouring into a glass and sliding it to her. Reaching into her pocket, Aadya tossed some credits on the counter. "Thanks."

Turning around, Aadya scoped out the party and was actually impressed that a seemingly random get up on the beach was so jumpin'. She didn't seem to recognize anyone here which hopefully meant no one here would recognize her either. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a rather cute looking dude (@Brent Fury Drast) and couldn't help but give him a coy wink and a smile before taking a long sip of her drink.

It was shaping up to be an interesting night, that was for sure.

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Burkhart's leather jacket stretched slightly. It had been tailor made but he was still a big guy. Fishing out a thick Cigara from his jacket pocket he clipped the rounded tip before raising a box of authentic wooden matches. They were worth the extra cost and made the smoking experience. Burkhart's partially cybernetic red right hand let the match burn completely to his finger tips. It still hurt but would not do anything more than blacken two tiny spots on his finger tips. Shortly after he was able to get a steady burn on his vice going he saw a hilariously small individual saddle up to the crate with glowing yellow eyes.

With a cocked eyebrow he reached into the crate after the drunk Jawa and pulled out a bottle of Tihaar. "Ave some of thas lad!" He said and poured a shot for each of them as well as two of his crew mates, Jaes and Lexi Kelborn who took the offered drinks with a smile. He raised the glass regardless of whether or not the more diminutive member of the group did. "Ta good company and good drink. May we never run out of either." With that being said he tossed back the burning spirit and let out a satisfied growl before slamming the glass down on the table nearby. Afterwards he slid the bottle of tihaar closer to the table edge where Funani was. "Tell yer friends Mandos can make one hell of a batch." @Caught in Strangereal

The place was getting louder. The song ended though but quickly switched to something new. The Canine Mandalorian smiled recognizing the song. He tended to like more classical but this event felt right to hear this song. It was a favorite for young pirates and smugglers alike or at least had been. It probably labeled him as a bit of an old hound dog. But it still brought a smile to his face. There was amassing quite the diverse group.

"Who's up for a round of throwing dice?!" He said with his hand cupped in front of his snout to project over the rising volume. "If you've got something to lose and want to risk it to win it bring anything that's worth winnning over ta tha table" He threw a thumb towards a large card table that had a drunk local man sitting asleep somehow despite the noise. "Hey old mahn, ya mind findin somwhere else ta sleep fer a couple of minutes?" After the drunkard switched to a different booth the Morling sat down in his place. The creaking of the chair indicating his mass now resting on the seat.

 

[Darth Valravus]

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"Alright already! Go, have fun. Just try not to make a life-" "-or take a life. Yea we know boss." The fiery haired Grisn said. The Frigaerock Five whooped and hollared at finally getting some shore leave. This was as good as any. The perks of being a Sith Lord's personal guard was that they also got to enjoy some of the far off spots with their leader. They had earned it in Darth Valravus's opinion. She only smiled and chuckled to herself.

Beside her the deepened trill of her adolsecent Arkanian Dragon drew her eyes. "ᚨᚾᛞ ᚤᛟᚢ ᛗᚤ ᚲᚢᛏᛁᛖᛋᛏ ᚠᚱᛁᛖᚾᛞ ᚷᛟ ᛖᚾᛃᛟᚤ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚠᛁᛋᚺ ᚨᛋ ᛗᚢᚲᚺ ᚨᛋ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚹᚨᚾᛏ." She brushed the scally snout of Fraenir. He flared his nostrils letting small sparks and cinder to shoot out as if to say thanks. "But watch out for locals ok? They probably are not used to seeing you." She clapped a hand on a more sturdy part of his reptilian body before watching the large winged beast take off into the afternoon sky.

With her people taken care of the woman walked down the beach in relativly simple outfit that showed off plenty of skin. Considering it was a beach day, it seemed appropriate. She had a small backpack and not many of her normal equipment for missions. They were here to relax and she was not going to look like a guarded imperial in this hive of fun and debauchery.

What was great about this Shipwreck place was she had heard a lot of tough guys and gals came here. That meant one of two things would at least happen. There would be people that she would actually enjoy fighting. If she enjoyed fighting them, chances were she would enjoy taking them to bed.

By the time she came to the party of the area around the main music attraction was raging. Noise of yelling and hollering from the beach front bar could barely be heard. The smell of excited perspiration, drugs and alcohol filled the air. It was charging the woman up. Hopefully her change in appearance would not draw too much attention since she remembered just now that her face had been on the public holo-net before. Ah screw it.

Her two differently colored eyes looked towards the bar and her feet carried her. The sound of mandalorians and the view of a few made her wonder if any of them knew that just a few weeks prior she had taken part in killing scores of them. Tonights about fun. If any of them try anything...well the operative word is 'try' after all. The doors swung open before she reached them and the Deucalian made a b-line for the bar. Some of the Frigaerock Five had beat her there but seemed to already be making themselves at home mixing with the locals and other party goers. "A shot of accarrgm and a large beer." As she waited for her drinks in the busy establishment she began to notice that several of the faces present she also recognized aside from her own troops. Even more would probably show up sooner rather than later anyways.

@Raven_41 @Logan @KinkyPrawn @Nefieslab @Killa Ree @Korvo @Pontus @Gian Greydragon

 

[Eithni Vala Stark]

She wouldn't have to wait long for her drink to arrive and before she knew it, planted the bartender her drink in front of her. Her eyes lit up with excitement and got down, resting her head on the counter, looking at the bright glowing yellow liquid. She did not look like one who drank alcohol often or one that would order drinks. A sudden very familiar voice came on her left, as she examined her colourful drink. Due to being completely fascinated by her drink, she didn't realize who was sitting beside her and while holding her eyes on her drink she slowly turned her head "hm?" Asked the witch and then snapped her eyes from the drink to Hask.

The moment her ruby-coloured eyes saw Hask, she completely forgot about her drink and jumped off her barstool with a small cheerful squealing and swung her arms around the pure-blooded Sith's neck, "HASK! I've missed you!" greeted the young witch, also almost toppling the large Pure-blood as the barstool wobbled a bit from the pushing force of Eithni. @KinkyPrawn She let go of Hask and jumped up on her own stool again and nodded very lively. "Look! I got a Fuzzy Tauntaun" expressed the witch excited, "I just love that name, Fuzzy Tauntaun. Oh and look at the colour! So pretty" Said the Dathomirian girl and held the yellow drink up for Hask to see. A new voice across from where Hask spoke to her, "my hair is still wet? What?" Asked Eithni now very much confused as she placed her drink beside Hask on the counter and started to feel her own hair. It was rather obvious that the comment from Miha whooshed completely over her head, oblivious to what he said as she tried to feel where her hair was wet. "Oh~ exploring! And now I'm drinking this strange yellow drink, Fuzzy Tauntaun! Have you tried it? It has a funny name" Started Eithni, first replying to Miha's question, but quickly just began to ramble on, whether he was ready or not. "Oh, and this is Hask, he could totally kick anyone's butt and he is one of my favourite people! He even taught me how to fly" Continued Eithni while also introducing Hask to Miha as if he was some sort of uncle type person to her and then just stopped abruptly.

"Hi, I'm Eithni! Who are you?" Introduced Eithni herself with a sweet smile, finally after her rambling. However, the moment she saw Valravus enter the bar, was the little witch gone from her chair. Eithni made a fast b-line to Valravus and while she didn't jump hug her to the ground, she still gave the very large woman a heartwarming bearhug. "Ihhhh! You're here too?!" Squealed Eithni extremely surprised, seeing another one of her favourite people she knew. @Darasuum

What was the odds of meeting both Hask AND Valravus?! The young witch only got more hype for this place, if this continued. She let go of Valravus and gave the woman a big cheerful, but sweet smile. "Both you and Hask are here! This is awesome! Oh and my new friend there, Miha" expressed Eithni out of pure joy, pointing at Hask and Miha.

"Oh," said Eithni suddenly, remembering her drink beside Hask and turned around and dashed back to her drink to grab it, almost spilling some of the content in it and went back the Valravus. "Look at what I just got, a Fuzzy Tauntaun" explained the witch, beaming with excitement as she looked down at her drink. "I wonder how it tastes, have you tried it before?" Asked the Nightsister curiously and looked up at Valravus, realizing she hasn't actually tasted her drink yet.

 

[Marion Kestrel]

The place got even more lively quickly, Marion's eyes dancing over the various characters that had already been there and had joined them. Was that a DRAGON? He thought he recognized some of them, and he was probably right about who they were, but in places like these discretion was almost always the best part of valor. Quite a few women were making their way to the bar to apparently get quite blasted, which would really throw the party into chaos if past experiences were any clue. One man did catch his eye, a Sith Pureblood that he hadn't expected to see in this bar on an out of the way world. The Amaran's eyes lingered on the man, something drawing his attention more than the others. He'd have to introduce himself later, he was intrigued in a variety of ways.

That was when the Morling had called out for some games of dice, which pulled Marion's attention away for possible business. Such games with important people could open up opportunities, even in loss. It was a gamble in such a variety of ways and games of chance always made his blood rush just right. The thrill of dancing on the razor's edge, luck determining success or brutal failure, that was the kind of thing that really stirred his soul. He had his goals, of course, but he also wanted to live the way he wanted. Right now, his soul told him to try the game. Finishing his drink, surprisingly resistant to alcohol despite his size, he lazily placed a hand on the hilt of his vibro-cutlass as he made his way over to the table.

"I rarely pass up a good game if I can help it. What's the base wager? I've some credits, though..." He looked Burk over with a discerning eye. "...Not as much as you, I can guess." He put his other arm under his chin as if thinking, a somewhat flamboyant move as if trying to put on a sort of show. "On second thought, I may have to decline, I don't think I've anything you would want to win. Unless you wouldn't mind wagering a favor or contract for work. Not many are fans of such things, though..." He knew he'd spoken enough, not wanting to drown out other, more worthy possible challengers. He was quite the small fish in the bar, to be sure, but this kind of chance was the kind he'd have to take to start making his own name and making connections.

 

[Hask Jen]

Hask did not expect the reaction at all. He almost spilled his drink, but luckily he managed to put it down before she jumped him. "Yeah, it's been a while." he admitted with a chuckle, hugging her back. When she introduced the drink, a slight wheeze escaped him as he cringed on the inside. "Also has a funny way of flooring a person, I'd suggest going easy on that." he cautioned rather light-heartedly. His golden eyes shifted towards the stranger who was talking to Eithni. He gave a shrug when she introduced him. "I suggest you keep that in mind." he threatened rather casually, giving the man a smug grin. He might not be armed, but like many here, that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. And when it came to Eithni...he could prove to be very dangerous.

Eithni's sudden departure caught his interest. He choked on his sip of ale when he recognized the new arrival. He might not have served with her back in the day, but he recognized the Sith Lord immediately. Slyly he took his drink and disappeared. By the time Eithni gestured towards him, his seat was empty and he was gone. Though as he left, he did catch a glimpse of the Amaran as he eyed the Pureblood. In his experience, that was either a good thing or a very bad thing.

He got his chance to find out soon enough when a familiar Morling mentioned something about gambling. "I second that." he chimed in, pointing with his thumb at the Amaran to his left as he claimed a seat by the gambling table. He put his drink down as he spoke further, "I'm broke as hell, bored as hell and short on jobs at the moment. Some merc work could do nicely right now.". He fished in his pocket and dropped a pouch of a few hundred credits in front of him. "Though I do have something to grease the wheels with at least." he continued with a smirk, glancing at the Amaran then to the towering Morling. He knew who the giant was...and the giant knew what Hask was.

This might turn out to be quite fun...

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[Burkhart Kelborn]

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One approached first. Perhaps it was the drink already beginning to flow into his body but the way he introduced himself made the Morling quirk a smile. His admittance at not having enough money, regardless of its truth or not intrigued Burkhart. Perhaps the Pureblood had overheard and thought he could also win something free of charge. One person was potentially tollerable but two, that was suspicious and bordering on buzzkill.

Then again, Burkhart was the kind of person who always got what he was owed. So instead of replying yes or denying one or both of them he took a long drag on his cigara. A cloud of thick smoke flowed from his mouth before he spoke again over the din of the establishment. "You should know that offering that sort of thing is not something that should be done lightly. If I win, I intend to collect and you better be ready to provide." It was a warning that if they did not live up to their end of the winnings of the game they would suffer consequences.

The subliminal caution was quickly overwritten by the smiling expression of the mandalorian. "But by all means. Make a deal with the devil. I loove songs that start out with this sort of situation." Of course there was no guarantee he would win. He understood that. "I'll bet soome....thermal dets." If they were not the type to deal directly in arms purchase or sales they would now know that the Morling certainly was that type of guy. If those wagers were appropriate he would ready his dice and accompanied cup.

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[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

It didn't take long for the Sephi to empty her glass, as she watched the activity on the beach before her. She had been sunbathing the entire day already, and this wasn't the first glass she emptied. Deciding to go get a new drink, Sakadi came to her feet, stretching her body accompanied by a yawn. Could she be any more lazy today? Placing her sun hat and sunglasses on her lounger, the Knightess prepared to go to the bar again.

As she entered the bar, she had to admit that it had gotten quite busy. The party attracted a lot of strange individuals and among them, some familiar faces. Noticing a friend of hers (@belligerentProle) alone at the bar, Sakadi sat down on the empty bar stool beside him, narrowly avoiding the Sith Pureblood (@KinkyPrawn) as he slipped away into the crowd.

"Haven't seen you in a while. What have you been up to as of late?" she asked the man, her telepathy faltering a bit due to her unfocused mind. "Can you order me another drink please... anything's fine.." she conveyed quickly after her first message. She couldn't telepathically ask the bartender to pour her a drink, and pointing often resulted in a vague discussion as to what she actually wanted. Having someone around to order a drink for her, now that was a lot easier. While Sakadi patiently waited, a lot was going on around them. But the Knightess didn't really care about anything, both because the alcohol kept her a little dazed and unaware of her surroundings, and because this was her day off after all.

 

[Marion Kestrel]

"Oh, I know the stakes I'm putting in. And even though I'm a pirate, I never back down from a challenge." Marion smiled, eyes twinkling in the light as he scooped up the dice into the cup. He was actually glad that the Sith had joined in too, it spoke to his character and whims, which made the Amaran even more intrigued. Perhaps if he lost, he'd have to owe him instead of the Mandalorian. That would certainly be a way to turn a loss into a win. Still, his blood began to course through him just that much faster as he rattled the dice around, thriving in the moment as he let all caution fly to the wind and put his fate in Lady Luck's hands. "May the best scoundrel win, eh?" He said with the flick of his tail, placing his cup down on the table to show he was finished and waiting for the reveal.

His gut told him it wouldn't be a winning roll, which made that part of his mind still scarred from the days of slavery start to rise up in anxiety. This was different from then yet a visceral part of his mind still rebelled at the idea. It took considerable force of will to remain calm and not run then, a trick his adoptive father had taught him in helping him cope with what had happened. He'd see this through to the end, that was the kind of person he wanted to be. He wouldn't let a bad roll send him back to those days of his childhood, he was stronger than that. "I wonder who lady luck will favor today...Regardless, I hope this is the start of something fun."

 

[Hask Jen]

Hask's eyes didn't move from the Morling. "I never back out of a deal." he stated simply. And it was the truth. Even some of the worst deals he made in the past he didn't back out of. He gave a chuckle as Burkhart continued. "So you're the man with wealth and taste around here?" he joked sitting back in his chair.

He placed the dice in a cup and shook it around before landing it on the table. A smirk formed on his face with the Amaran's comment. "I'm planning on it." he quipped with a smirk. The stranger went first and Hask followed soon after, showing the 61 to the rest of the table. "Alright big guy, show us what you got." he said as he used the force to hijack one of Burkhart's very fine cigara's. He used his sharp nail to carefully snip the cigara and placed it in his mouth. He made a fist and flicked his right thumb as if lighting a lighter. Sure enough, a flame sprung up which he used to light the cigara with a few puffs. He blew the flame out and sat with the fine cigara, looking it over before looking back up.

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[Burkhart Kelborn]

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He chuckled at the Amaran's words. The Pureblood seemed to have taken it one step further and responded seriously. Perhaps he did understand the stakes though a deal had not technically been struck until they had begun to throw dice. As the others took their dice and placed them in their cups he shook his own. His red cybernetic right hand causing the dice that hit his colt metallic cupped palm to clink a little differently from the other shakes his two gambling competitors had.

Slamming the cup down on the table he saw each of the other two reveal their rolls. A smile came across his canine features at seeing the Amaran's result. A raised eyebrow and mild amusement came when he saw the fairly high roll of the Pureblood. Burkhart wondered if he had rolled high enough in that moment. When he lifted his cup and saw the result, ninety four, he let out a deep holler at his victory. Normally this was when he raked in the chips but the ones the red skinned man had brought were not of interest to him. He wanted the debts they owed him. That was worth more than credits.

"Well lads. Guess I should grab your numbers in case I have to call you in the event my freshers gets clogged. Ov course you can bet somethin else and try to win back the favor." He spun the cup around in his hand as he said this waiting to see if they had the stones to keep on betting or coming up with something other than favors. "I'll bet a thermal det again, and each of you can win back your owed favor. Double or nuthin." He gripped the cup, forcing it to stop its spinning abruptly and set it down. As he waited to see their response he would take a long swig of his beverage.

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