Mos Eisley || Tatooine, Outer Rim Territories
All eyes were on him the moment he stepped into the cantina. Mandalorian bounty hunters were never exactly unusual on Tatooine. Not since the Old Empire, at least. But they'd become rarer with the decline of their kind, and, anyways, whenever one showed up, it was never good news. Rand had not come to cause anyone a problem. Quite the opposite. He was fresh off a job, looking for another, but mostly hoping to sooth his aching muscles with something over the counter. But from the way the Duros bartender was staring at him from across the room, he figured he might not get that here either.
"You got a private booth? Somewhere in the back, perhaps, away from prying eyes?" he asked the Duros.
The bartender looked him up and down and replied. «We're not that kind of establishment. Kindly take your spice elsewhere.»
Rand sighed beneath his mask. "It's not spice. It's—" He hated this part. Non-Mandalorians didn't understand The Way. "I can't remove my helmet in the presence of others. Its my religion."
«Is that so?» the Duros said. «Well, we're not that type of establishment either.»
"Freedom of religion is guaranteed by the Consortium."
The Duros snorted. «You see President Thorne lurking about in here? Listen here, pal. No one cares what happens on Tatooine. And ain't no one ever gonna care either. You wanna drink? Take your fancy hat off like everyone else. Otherwise, scram.»
And that appeared to be that. Rand wanted to argue, but he found his thirst had dried up. He would be content to just sit for awhile, rest up some place air-conditioned. So, he let the Duros get back to his customers and went and found an empty booth to sit in. He fished out a triage of pucks from his utility belt and slid them onto the table. They were his next jobs. None of them particularly high paying.
He huffed to himself.
News from home suggested a new Mand'alor had been chosen. He was calling other Mandalorians to join his Crusade. But Rand couldn't go back home. He was forbidden. So for now, these jobs would just have to do until something better came along. @Song