Dreams, Alcohol and Regret.

[Danee]

Hapes, Midday.
Phillies Cantina.
Death / Combat Disabled.
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The bar was practically empty, perhaps it was due to the early hour of the day, but that didn't disturb her, it was at least silent. Glass in hand she leaned against the counter, taking a sip of the mead she replayed the last few years in her head. How had it ended up like this? She was going to become a doctor on Coruscant, she was going to make something out of herself! But the Empire had robbed her of that, raising her glass she to her lips she lowered it after a few seconds. It seemed as if the past few years had gone by in a flash, had she even experienced all of it? Of course she had, and proudly so! It made her sick.

It wasn't too long ago, Viktoria Thorne had been standing beside the new 'Emperor' as he proclaimed himself the ruler of a new Empire, one formed by the Imperial Legion. She had believed that it was the right thing to do, like everything else she had done, but now, she realized how foolish she had been. Shortly afterwards she had taken her ship, the ISS Assailant, to one of the worlds who had vowed to join Alexei Petrov and his followers in this new Civil war. It could not have come at a worse point, the Empire already had enemies on several fronts and now they had split themselves in two. Everything had gone by so quickly after the proclamation, she couldn't even remember how she had ended up on Hapes without getting arrested or executed by Imperial forces, from either side, but she had made it. Having emptied her bank accounts before leaving Imperial space she had enough credits to jump between ships, hitching rides to wherever they may go until she had ended up in this bar.

Instead of her standard regulation Imperial uniform, she wore a non-descript grey shirt and a pair of black jeans, clothes you could find anywhere almost in the galaxy, it had certainly helped her get away from Imperial space and into Jedi controlled territories. Raising the glass once again she finished it and tapped her knuckles against the counter, sliding the glass towards the Bartender as he poured her a new one. It was only a matter of time till either the 'New Imperial Empire', Sith Empire or the Jedi got word of an Imperial defector on the world, she knew it was inevitable, but she hoped that she wouldn't be considered important enough that they'd rush to get her. She hadn't done anything noteworthy in the War with the Jedi, and before the Republic fell, she had been an ideal citizen, hoping that might cut her some slack. Putting her hand on the new glass that was put down in front of her she took a long drink from it, it was her third glass for the day and she had no intention of stopping until all she could remember about herself was that she still was that twenty-two year old from Coruscant, on her way to becoming a doctor.

 

[Valen Pelora]

lexia Morr, Darth Adava, the Grand Inquisitor of the Empire, Jedi Knight, strolled the streets of Hapes. She wore lose fitting comfortable clothes as she meandered the streets. She fit in well among the Hapan people, beauty everywhere she looked. A frown was plastered to her porcelain features. Alexia was tired. Korriban had nearly ended her life. She had been an exhausted pile of cuts and bruises before being hauled off world. Her recovery had taken a disappointingly long time. Her fellow Jedi were off ending the Empire she had helped create. What astrange thought. Alexia was stuck here. Waiting. She wandered the streets as the impending sense of finality pressed on her mind.

The War was ending. The Empire falling, it was all over. Here she was, the redeemed Sith Lord sitting out the final moments of the War. Her eyes fell on a nearly silent cantina. She needed a drink. A small chime rang in her ear. “Known Imperial agent spotted at Phillies.” Alexia looked up. How fortunate. “I’ve got it.” She sauntered into the cantina. A quick intake of breath was followed by a sharp grasp of the Force. She left her Lightsabers swinging from her hips. Alexia took a casual seat next to the Imperial sympathizer. She tapped the bar for a drink, turned, and smiled. In some parts of the galaxy her face was still well known.

“Well, well. You’re not supposed to be here.” Alexia had worked tirelessly to shed her murderous persona. She would play nice if the Imperial obliged. “You are a very long way from home. Don’t you know? There is war.” She smiled and laughed. She was not on Jakku but that did not mean she couldn’t have any fun. @Swedish Guy

 

[Danee]

Viktoria hadn't known how long she could enjoy the silence of the cantina before a squad of Police officers would barge in and slam her head against the counter, saying that she was under arrest. So, she intended to enjoy her drink as it could potentially be her last drink, depending on what she was going to be charged for. As she took another sip of her mead she heard the door open, half expecting dozens of boots clashing against the floor now she was a bit disappointed when she could only hear the calm steps of what sounded like one peson.

As the person sat down beside her, Viktoria glanced at her, the former Grand Inquisitor, if Viktoria remembered her former title correctly. The woman beside her had been high up on the ladder of the Sith but had changed sides and was now allowed to walk around freely. Probably because she was a Force user however. Taking another slow drink form her mead, Viktoria looked straight ahead, at the wall with dozens of various bottles. When the Former Sith turned Jedi spoke up and stated the obvious she just rolled her eyes, had they sent her here because Viktoria might recognize her and follow in her footsteps? She took another drink from her glass and looked down into the swirling fluid.

"And this cantina is practically empty." she said and was tempted to raise the glass once more but fought back the urge. "Shouldn't you be out in the galaxy then? Fighting back the Empire so the Republic can return?" she asked, actually turning her head towards the former Sith this time. Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked exhausted, either too much to drink or not enough sleep.

@Dark Lord Kyle @Valen Pelora

 

[René]

Jalen Kron was sitting in the back corner of the bar, drinking away his sorrows. After discovering that his adopted mother Emerald, aka Akasha Sulis, was MIA and presumed dead after a mission, the young Jedi had fallen into depression. She was the one person he was close to and considered family. Although the Kiffar was only 18, he was grown enough that he didn't even need a mind trick to get the drinks he wanted. On the upside, while he was slowly forgetting his problems in shots of Corellian whiskey, a wanted Imperial agent walked in, followed by the Sith Lord-turned Jedi Alexia Morr. If there was one way to distract himself from his problems, it was to help Alexia make an arrest.

Jalen slowly stood up and made his way over to the pair, taking a seat on the other side of Viktoria Thorne, if he was remembering her name correctly. The Jedi tried to surpress his emotions so that he could help Alexia with a clear mind, but as hard as he tried it would still be blatantly obvious to anyone who was Force sensitive that he was not in a good place. Ignoring that for now, the Kiffar spoke up, saying, "Hello girls. I hope you don't mind my joining you. It seems this bar happens to attract war participants of both sides."

@Valen Pelora @Swedish Guy

 

[Valen Pelora]

Alexia fought a sigh. It was always something with other women. Why could they not get through one exchange with a witty comment or dramatic eye roll. That was her job. There could not be two devastatingly beautiful and sharp-tongued characters in the same room. There was only room in the story for one. Alexia’s hand drifted to her lightsaber, it would be so easy to edit out her plot partner. Ah, but she was no longer that person.

“The Empire’s reign is over. You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t. My brothers and sisters will see to it that the last dregs are swept into oblivion. Sadly, my time watching the Sith crumble into dust on Korriban left me a little worse for the wear.” She pointed to a colorful scar running down her neck, the bruises on her hands. Alexia was thinking about just how to put an end to all of this. She didn’t really care that the former Imperial was here, but she supposed she had to do something. She sighed again when they were rudely interrupted. Alexia arched one perfectly manicured eyebrow at the newcomer.

“Girls? Girls?” She laughed. “How old are you? Twelve? Thirteen?” Her eyes narrowed. “The grownups are talking, maybe go play with your lightsaber elsewhere.” She wasn’t about to have a child muck up her ‘arrest.’

 

[Danee]

Viktoria watched the former Sith, if there was something she had learned while in the Imperial service it was to never let your guard down around a Force user, Jedi or Sith. But her guard wasn't very effective as she turned to take an other sip of her beer as Adava, the name Viktoria had come to know her by, stated that Viktoria wouldn't be here if the Empire's reign wasn't over. Turning her head she caught the point towards a nasty looking scar along her neck. Taking another drink from her glass Viktoria turned back towards the bar. "Actually--" She was interrupted by a young voice.

Turning her head towards the voice coming from her side she saw someone who could very well have been her youngest brother, but, obviously wasn't. As Alexia put emphasis on Lightsaber, she did notice the hilt on his belt, she turned back to her drink and took another drink, emptying the glass. "Now now, Lady Adava, don't be rude, he's just a child after all." she said, knowing full well that using the name might get her into more trouble than she currently was in, but she didn't care. She looked up at the bar then to the former Sith, "as I was going to say, I was just waiting for a better time to leave the Empire's service, I just saw an opportunity now and took it." she said calmly, or as calmly as she could considering she was technically a War criminal between two of those who had been her enemies until she had deserted.

"You know, I miss Coruscant, the large skyscrapers never felt daunting to me, it was home, and now, I'm just waiting for it to become home again." She said as she looked over at her first conversational partner.

@Dark Lord Kyle @Valen Pelora

 

[René]

Child. They called him a child. Time seemed to slow for Jalen as he remembered his early life on Chandrila, forced to provide for himself because his mother was to sick to do anything. After she died, he had gone to prison, then ended up in the Jedi. What could have been a better life was changed when the Jedi waged war on the Sith Empire. He had become a soldier, further hardened by the war. The Kiffar looked down and clenched his prosthetic hand; a result of his duel with Shae Vis, a traitor to both sides.

The 19 year old continued to ponder recent events, thinking about the disappearance of his adopted mother. His rage was further fueled as he began to realize that she had brought him into the Jedi, the war. Then, she had abandoned him, gone somewhere in the outer rim, never to return. He realized he was alone; not even the Jedi would be here for him. When the Sith were finally defeated on Jakku, the Jedi would become less lenient towards people like him, who walked close to the Dark Side.

Slowly, Jalen stood up, his anger having come to fully possess him. He opened himself to it, embraced it. He started to walk out of the bar, a bright yellow flashing in his eyes. He would search the galaxy until he found someone to teach him, someone who could help him be free of the Jedi and finally have the power to create peace in the galaxy.

@Swedish Guy @Valen Pelora