Call to Action

[Kaane]

"Ceeba, you bloody idiot, you took us to the wrong damn star system two times in a row!"

I WasszZZZZzz onleeee off by a fewWW lightyearssszzzzz MassSSSZZter Nnnnnnnnthryk.

"And you're only gonna be off with your damn head you bleedin' wreck! I'm gettin' you wiped TODAY!"

A piloting droid and a lizard walked down the streets of a backwater hinterworld somewhere in the Outer Rim. Slars had meant to make it to Sluis Van for a little negotiations with one of GALAF's new contacts, but apparently he got stuck somewhere else instead thanks to a little hyperspace coordinate calculation malfunction of some kind in this busted piece of junk he'd been stuck with for the past few months. He didn't even know what planet he was on or where he was; he was too fuming hot to care. All he cared about was that he was getting his broken droid fixed one way or the other.

But first, he surmised, he needed a drink.

"Now, Ceeba, you stand right here. Literally, right here, outside the door. If you move a single nut or bolt outta place you're goin to the chop shop, you get me?"

"WhyyyyYYY SZSZO AbuuuUUUssszive MassssSSSsster Nnnnnnthryk?"

Slars sighed in exasperation as he left Ceeba to rust for a while and entered what appeared to be the closest bar, a tidy little place tucked away in the corner of what felt like a residential area more than a commercial center. He'd make a beeline towards the first open seat he could find, motioning for the bartender to get his ass over to his new customer. After the kriff he'd been through the past week, he desperately needed something stiff to slake his thirst.

@Cainhurst Crow

(OOC: Sorry for the wait on this thread man, was dealing with some crap)

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

Hezron reached up to straighten the bow tie of his work uniform as he stared into the reflection cast in the bars display case. His uniform was a white shirt and a red vest, which clashed with the pale white skin and hair of the Arkanian Offshoot. He took a breath, and tried to make himself seem presentable to the customers who came in, reaching up to brush some strands of hair not in a ponytail, his hand going to a scar on his face as his blue eyes got a distant look to them.

Blood. So much blood. So much death. And for what? Nothing, that was what.

That was a lifetime ago, even if it was simply a year's time. Hezron had a new life now, a new job, a chance to simply live.

His hands slowly reached to the collar of his shirt, slowly wrapping around his neck as he felt a tightness in his throat. He worked to breath, trying to simply calm himself back down as he heard someone enter the bar and take a seat.

"Welcome to Golo's Bar and Grill." Hezron said as he turned around to face the new customer, pulling out a datapad as he stood behind the bar, in front of the new come, "What are you having today?"