Going in Dry

[Algarus]

Location: Nar Shaddaa, Commerce District.
"So there I was, just me and the Mando. One on one. Gangway, down to our vibroblades. We eyed each other, before running full speed to meet the other in combat!"
"And then you killed him, right?"
"What? No! Why would I do that? I needed him alive! Haven't you been listening!" Arial fired at her Rodian listener.
"Well....I just thought..."
She sighed and took another sip of her drink. "Sorry, but where was I....oh yea! I kicked him in the groin and slammed my pommel into the back of his head."
"T-That's all?" The Rodian asked, obviously sounding disappointed.
"Well, yes. Why?"
"Nothing just, kinda anti-climatic."
With that the Rodian moved away from her, leaving Arial alone once more.
Shesh, I need to find better company.
She thought bitterly, as she knocked back another drink. The cantina band was still playing that same, damn irritating song, and the rest of the bar patrons seemed about as lively as waterpark on Hoth. Again, the woman sighed.
I knew I should have linked up with that Mando.
She lamented, as she poured her regrets into another fresh glass.

 

[Mad Dog]

Zar took the Rodian's abandoned seat next to the woman, he was currently in the form of a Rodain himself. "Name's Chigo.." he said offering her his false identity, not that she'd ever know,"Had myself a tussle with a Mandalorian, how I got this good looking armor.. They aint so tough.." He said as he nodded down towards his CCT MK. II Mandalorian armor.

Zar was on this forsaken planet hunting down some Rodians, a favored pass time of his. But after hearing the woman's story of defeating a Mandalorian, he felt obligated to know if she was fabricating to seem tough, or if the matter was true and a Mandalorian was indeed in need of assistance.

After sitting down Zar ordered a pair of whiskeys, one for himself and one for the lady,"You here on business? or is hunting the mando scourge a hobby of yours?" He said prodding a bit towards her previous story. When the glasses arrived he grasped it firmly in his right hand, draining the entire glass and ordering another quickly. His left hand not staying far from his CH-5 Clanhunter Blaster Pistol. He kept a loose eye on the entire cantina as he spoke to the woman, he had just killed more than his fair share of Rodians tonight, and his thirst was nearly quenched of blood.. Nearly..

@Algarus

 

[RedTie]

Rheg was happy that night. He had found a sith wana be and put a blaster bolt in his '3 eye'. He bagan walking towards his favorite bar humming to him self. He walked into the bar and noticed two people talked to each other what was odd is that he had never seen them before. *perhaps they are imp supporters or worse imp agents. I should look into this However they seem to be the shoot at enething that looks strange kind of people* and Rheg's gold and black armor was a little different from normal gear. He walked over to the bar and sat beside them with out looking at them though. He ordered a mild drink and tried to listen to there conversation. He made it a little obvious to see how they would react.
He kept his hand on his blaster at all times though just in case.

 

[Mad Dog]

The arrival of the Chiss man did not go unnoticed by Zar. And the man's overly obvious attempt to listen in on his conversation with the woman also caught his attention.

"Something I can help you with? Or do you just make a habit of joining other people's conversations?" Zar said, almost recognizing the man from a conflict he'd taken part in somewhere on Hoth. Zar's current appearance as a Rodian would deny the Chiss from recognizing him however.

Zar's hand remained on his CH-5 Clanhunter Blaster Pistol, as he waited for the man's response.