Looking Below the Surface

[Narsi]

The sands whipped around him as the wind picked up, scraping at his exposed skin and drawing a scowl. Gorman sighed deeply as he turned to face into the growing wind, raising one hand to cover his eyes against blazing suns. He could tell that a sandstorm was on the way, it was already ruffling his wings slightly, a sign to go inside. Gorman nodded to himself and turned around gazing over the tops of people's heads for a place to take shelter in. A cantina off to the side caught his attention, small and dingy but it had a ring cheer emenating from within, and he headed for it pushing his way through a small crowd.

The cantina was indeed small, packed to the brim with a variety of different species and dimly lit, but barely visible at the corner opposite the door was a bar from which the hard smell of alcohol rose. Gorman stood in the doorway for several moments, shaking his wings vigourously to loose the sand, before stepping forward into the room. His dramatic entrance and stand out appearance had drawn plenty of attention and for a few moments he was eyeballed by everyone in the room seeking an easy target. A flex of well toned muscles and practiced glare dissuaded any notion of that and Gorman's walk was unimpeded to the bar.

Taking one of the stools on the far right, he picked it up and shoved it against the wall sitting so that his back was covered and the entire cantina laid out in front of him. First rule of the Windborne, never leave your wings open to attack. Seated comfortably, Gorman smacked the table to gain the barkeeps attention and he pointed to a bottle that reeked of hard spirits. Gorman held out a hand for his drink as he watched the open doorway leading outside.The sand was swirling faster now and he felt a slight shiver in his wings as he watched it. He had been caught in a great windstorm once, he had no wish to repeat the experience with sand.

@Kara Danvers
@ChrisStevens150

 

[Kara Danvers]

Thar Stellarwar​

The young woman quickly ran into the cantina, shutting the door behind her. She was trying to escape the sandstorm starting up outside, a regular occurrence for the dessert planet of Tatooine. Her brown hair was sandy and hanging in front of her face, so she quickly pulled it up in a ponytail, brushing the extra hairs out of her eyes and tucking them behind her ears. Her hazel eyes scanned the interior of the cantina as she brushed the sand off of her conveniently tan clothing, and was disappointed to find that he was not there. She had heard a rumor from one of her friends still remaining with the jedi that someone had spotted her brother on Tatooine, and Thar had quickly piloted over, hoping to run into him. It had been over eight years since she had last seen him, and while she had claimed to have given up on her hunt, the possibility that he could have been there, was enough to get her to Tatooine. The sandstorm however had been unexpected, and Thar was glad she left Rex back in the ship, the R3 unit was not a fan of sand, especially not in this form. She was especially glad when she noticed the no droids sign on the entrance to the cantina, and from a peek through the crack in the door, the sandstorm was wild enough that she was glad that she found shelter, even if it was in a cantina, one of her more unfavorite places. Seeing as it was a bit rude to just stand in front of the door, Thar decided to try to snag a seat by the counter, and possibly get a glass of water to soothe her dry throat. As she walked to the counter, her hands swayed gently beside her, their fingertips brushing against the lightsabers she kept holstered on her belt. The table had a few occupants, one of which was an obviously quite drunk person, probably from Naboo, based on their features, who stopped her on her way to the counter. "What brings a pretty lady like you to this place?" He asked as he stood up, swaying back and forth until his hand got a firm grasp on his chair.
"I was looking for my brother." Thar replied, speaking calmly, though she wanted to recoil from the smell of his beer stained breath.
"Well maybe I could help you find him.." The person replied, making what seemed like an effort to grab her arm, though his senses were impaired from the drinks, so he missed by quite a large distance.
"Thank you for the offer, but I have to decline." Thar responded, her tone a bit more forceful as she continued walking towards the counter, her efforts paused yet again when she felt a hand grasp her shoulder.
The hand belonged to one of the people who were sitting at the same table as the drunken man who had just approached her, however this man was very much sober, and his grip was not friendly. "Why don't you join us?" He asked, but from his tone, thick with an accent she recognized as Mandalorian, she could tell that this wasn't a question.
"Thanks, but I'd rather sit at the counter." Thar replied, lifting his hand off her shoulder, making eye contact with the man to show she wasn't scared of him.
"I insist." The man added upon her refusal, grabbing her this time by the arm and pulling her towards the table, his eyebrows narrowed and pulled together in concentrated anger.
"Let go of me." Thar replied, trying to lessen his grip on her arm, as she leaned backwards and away from him.
She knew she could pull out her lightsaber and easily slice off his arm, or even use the force to...change his mind, but Thar hoped that the man would give it up and not require her to use force, as she believed that there was good in this man, good that would hopefully get him to come to his senses.

 

[ChrisStevens150]

Deadshot flew his ship to Tattooine, he got out of the ship and started walking. He looked at the people and walked in the cantina. He got 2 drinks and then looked at two people talking. He then lifted his mask up only to show his mouth so he have his two drinks. He turned again and saw the two people. He took off his mask and went to introduce himself.

"Hey, my name is Deadshot. You can call me Duke, you guys come around here often?" He saw them and waited for a response from either one.

 

[Narsi]

Gorman had been quietly sipping from his bottle when she walked in, a young human girl with a pretty face and brown hair. He instantly jumped to awareness as the other patrons took their own assessments of the new arrival. He relaxed slightly when most simply watched her without interference and she headed for the bar. At the bar he could keep an eye out and make sure no one could take advantage of her. Heck he was already making plans to offer her a drink when she was intercepted by a table of men.

For a moment it looked like they were going to let her go peacefully, but then one of them stood up and grabbed her. From Gorman's point of view she appeared quite confident and was acting tough in the face of danger. But he could see that the man had no intention of letting go and then another man holding two drinks walked over to join the group leaving the girl very outnumbered, and he decided that it was time to step in.

Gorman stood with a rush and strode across the room with long strides, his gaze focused straight on the woman in peril. Flaring his wings aggressively behind him, he swept the arm with his shield attached in an arc to smack the drinks out of the newcomers hand to gain everyone's attention. Taking a forceful stance, he flashed a grin at the girl before turning a glare upon everyone else, "How about all you scum leave the girl alone."