Sierrien
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Astra crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall of the pit fighting ring; for once she wasn't a participant. Instead she was here just to watch and see if there was anyone worth actually speaking to about a possible future job. So far they hadn't actually set anything up, but she had spoken at something approaching 'length' with the twins about starting something. Something that would matter, and might actually stand a chance of making a difference in the Galaxy. Or, failing that, simply make all of them filthy rich. She was kind of alright with either outcome; both would of course be ideal. She smirked to herself at the thought as she heard the man announcing the next two fighters in the ring. Two names she had never heard before, so she just settled in to watch. This match was a quick one; the two had come in with training swords and made quick work of each other, both of them really getting in quite a few hits that would have probably been lethal had those been real swords. She briefly wondered why they weren't; these two must be friends or something.
It wasn't like they were exactly in a vetted establishment; in fact this was one of the few places in the galaxy where you could openly be seen as a Mandalorian and not get called in to the Imperium. Well, at least after you got past the outer defenses, and there was more than one way in - but it was something like a safe haven for everyone and everyone. The only code they seemed to have was 'don't sell anyone out' - because if you did, you could bet your ass the rest would be coming after your head. It was kind of refreshing to be able to openly speak Mando'a for once, though she still wasn't abusing it. Some habits it was best to stay out of, no matter how much it hurt. She looked up again as the two fighters finally left the ring, her hand shifting to wave a waitress over as she finally moved to a seat. "Something strong." she stated simply, as she waited for the next fighters to enter the ring.
Another two names she had never heard before were called out, though this one seemed to at least involve real weapons, even if they had been padded to not allow for kills. Actual death matches were rare these days, at least in a place like this. When it came down to a psuedo-family, it was often times hard to fight someone else to the death. She settled in to watch, curious if this match would have anyone worth talking to after.
It wasn't like they were exactly in a vetted establishment; in fact this was one of the few places in the galaxy where you could openly be seen as a Mandalorian and not get called in to the Imperium. Well, at least after you got past the outer defenses, and there was more than one way in - but it was something like a safe haven for everyone and everyone. The only code they seemed to have was 'don't sell anyone out' - because if you did, you could bet your ass the rest would be coming after your head. It was kind of refreshing to be able to openly speak Mando'a for once, though she still wasn't abusing it. Some habits it was best to stay out of, no matter how much it hurt. She looked up again as the two fighters finally left the ring, her hand shifting to wave a waitress over as she finally moved to a seat. "Something strong." she stated simply, as she waited for the next fighters to enter the ring.
Another two names she had never heard before were called out, though this one seemed to at least involve real weapons, even if they had been padded to not allow for kills. Actual death matches were rare these days, at least in a place like this. When it came down to a psuedo-family, it was often times hard to fight someone else to the death. She settled in to watch, curious if this match would have anyone worth talking to after.