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“You do not follow me because I am the strongest. Pax is. You do not follow me because I am the brightest. Mustang is. You follow me because you do not know where you are going. I do.” - Pierce Brown, Red Rising
Refuel Station, Hydian Way
There are few Senators who would ever be caught out in the open in the midst of a busy space station without a body guard, fewer still who would do it armed, and even fewer who would wear a full set of beskar'gam. And yet, here sat Tionas Skirata, alone, twin vibroblades strapped to his back and blaster carbine at his side. Of course the blue and white armor hid his identity well enough. His buy'che, or helmet, assisted in that task even further.
There was a soft thunk thud as the bracers slid onto the bar, the bartender looked up from his current drink, a blueish green drink that steamed as he handed it off to a nearby roadian. Tionas raised two fingers indicating he'd like to buy. A voice emanated from the helmet, tinny and electronic through the filter. "Tihaar?" Tionas voice was hopeful, even through the filter.
The bartender raised a gnarled eyeridge, an unmistakable sign of surprise, and then shook his massive head. "Ain't never 'eard of it, mate."
Tionas nodded his head, an interesting gesture to pull off in a helmet. It involved a much more exaggerated movement of the neck muscles, and younger warriors were scant to do it. Buy'che were not light by any means. "Firewhiskey then," the filtered voice came again. Today firewhiskey would have to do, not that it was a bad thing. No, firewhiskey had a certain burning that the Concordian Senator found refreshing. Cinarin tracyn. Cleansing fire. Good for the soul, keeps you awake.
Tionas languidly watched the bartender work, who was equally lethargic in his work. No matter, he was in no hurry. Just heading back to his senate offices on Chandrila after a week at the Skirata farms on Concord Dawn. Family was important, farms, doubly so.
There was a soft scraping noise that alerted Tionas to the arrival of his drink, the glass clinked off one bracer gently. "Sorry 'bout that, mate." The bartender did not sound sorry. No tip then. With an almost imperceptible shrug, Tionas blinked twice, brought up his HUD and paid the bartender for the drink. There was a soft chime, and the lizard barman looked down. This was followed by an annoyed grunt.
"No tip? Cheapskate."
"Write your senator."