The earthy scent of spice-laced smoke drifted through the air, along with that of sizzling meat and freshly made drinks. At the center of the cantina, there stood the bar, a wide stone counter that encircled four bartenders with shelves of assorted ingredients, liquors, and kegs of ale.
One of the newly appointed novice bartenders, a Mon Calamari wearing a nametag that read, “Tikko Blorkis”, stumbled over a loth cat and fell, sending a tray of two Indigo Cordial’s shattering to the ground. An old astromech droid sputtered a static curse word in response, spinning in small, angry circles as it was asked to clean up the mess.
In the right corner of the cantina, a Trandoshan sat at a wide sabacc table, barking out laughter as his claws slapped down a set of credits onto the table with a little too much force, sending his dice flying. A Wookie in a black leather jacket sat opposite to him, trying not to reveal just how bad his hand truly was, with two more available chairs sitting empty at the table.
To the left, a group of spice runners were currently engaged in several arm wrestling matches. Another spice runner, a Devaronian female, watched the crowd of other bargoers in search of more business as she clutched onto a heavy steel briefcase.
Above the crowd, a modded sound system blasted the upbeat rhythm of horns from where a bith Jazz quartet stood, attempting to keep in time to the fast paced lyrics to the melody of the song that Syrena’s voice carried. A makeshift dance floor stood before the band, with a droid spinning overhead to project a series of prismatic flashing lights above the area.
Frenek couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Tikko Blorkis picking himself up off the ground on the other side of the bar. The bartender’s weary gaze met that of the now-relaxed (if mildly inebriated) space trucker. With a shrug and a smirk, Frenek raised his glass in a token of cheers. Halfway up the glass’s ascent, it was inundated with an unexpected splash. Frowning now, Frenek examined his drink, finding one half of a pair of dice floating among the ice cubes. Six—out of six. Getting up from the bar, Frenek took a seat at the gambler’s table next to the Wookie and presented his drink to the Trandoshan. “Looks like these dice are hot,” Frenek said, tilting his glass towards the gambler. Then he removed the die from the glass and shook off the excess liquid. “It’s been a long week of hauling cargo,” Frenek began, “and now I want in.”
Jak walked in, leading the way for the diminutive Proconsul. The old man’s eyes were sharp on everything around him. Even on into his fifties, the merc took his job seriously.
“Everything is fine, Mr. Ordo. Please, go enjoy the bar. I promise I won’t get into any trouble here.” Cold, blue-gray eyes watched her for a moment before he grunted.
“Suit yerself, Missy. But, I’m ain’t gonna answer to yer brother if somethin’ does.” He shook his head in a bit of bewildered apprehension. “To know that frellin’ Ashen had a sister and I’d be looking out for her in my old age.”
Miho smiled at the old man, having enjoyed listening to stories about The Lion of Tarthos she hadn’t heard before. “Well, we will just have to make sure you don’t, hm?”
As the old mercenary wandered over to the bar, Miho wandered over to the gambling tables, eyeing the piles of credits being won and lost on each hand.
The Wookie with scraggly dark brown fur did his best to put on a front, something that proved easy, with his rather large and burly appearance. Currently wearing a battle worn leather jacket and an eyepatch, He extended his arm in a gruff handshake to Frenek as he joined the table.
“Mi name’s Troak Wroorbloo, looks like it’s time ter’ gamble,” The Wookie said to Frenek in the Shryiiwook language. The dice were rolled, and he slammed down a few cards onto the table.
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Meanwhile, the Trandoshan looked up from the table, spotting another newcomer approaching. Looking up with a sharp toothed grin, he called out a greeting.
“You lookin’ to hedge some bets, Miss?”
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Miho grinned and pulled a large handful of credits from her pocket. “All I have is physical credits. That work for you?”
She dropped the pile of multi-colored ingots on the table not even bothering to wait for a response. Taking a seat, she gestured to one of the wait staff to bring her a drink.
Frenek frowned at the result shown on his chance cubes. He dropped one back into his drink in disgust. Then, looking back up at his Wookie adversary, he said, “Well, that’s fair and square. I’ll buy you a drink.” With a pat the on the Wookie’s arm, Frenek stood up to return to the bar.
“Ahh, credits. I love me some credits. Don’t we all though?” The Trandoshan barked out with a hearty laugh. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss. Mi name’s Ghwuistopher Mulu, but most round these parts just call mi Ghwuis.”
After making his introduction, and the dice were rolled, the Trandoshan grinned and set his hand down on the table, a solid nine. Ghwuis looked at Miho curiously, attempting to get a sense for just the sort of opponent he was playing against. <@227653769842655233>
The Wookie closed his eyes in thought as he looked over a Frenek, debating which card to play.
“Ummmm…. Idunno… Maybe some of dis’… Maybe some of dat’…” He began to grumble to himself. Finally making up his mind, he set down his hand, a set of straight staves. He grinned, knowing he had won the game.
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Miho raised an eyebrow under the brim of her hat, violet eyes glinting with mirth. “Oh, very nice.”
She tossed her own dice on the table, the cubes rolling and rolling and ro…falling back down to a stop.
“Double or nothing, Ghwuis?” The smile on her face was more predatory than friendly, daring the Trandoshan to take the chance.
Ghwuis growled quietly, watching as the dice came to a stop, one that certainly wasn’t in his favor. However, his growl of dismay quickly turned to a hearty laugh at the option to play again, and he found himself unable to turn down such a tantalizing offer.
“Sure, I certainly got the credits to spare. Let’s have another round!” He said merrily as the dice were rolled, and he played his next hand.
Ghwuis revealed his hand, a solid six, with a toothy grin.
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Miho grinned at the Trandoshan. It was always fun when she had a new playmate. And with Pips stuffed in a closet back on Kiast, it meant she was unhindered by the chirpy little droid’s idea of manners.
“Let see what happens.”
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“Sounds like a plan,” The Trandoshan grinned. With the roll of the dice and the wave of his hand, he slapped down his array of cards onto the table. A solid eight. Not his best hand, but perhaps not the worst, or so he hoped.
Miho rattled the cup, violet eyes watching the man once again. A flash in her mind, there and gone again. She showed her array of cards, with a wicked smile. Nine showing.
“A shame, but it was fun.” As a special treat for a new friend, she pushed the credits towards him as she stood and dropped her cards on the table.
“A gift for you, Ghwuis. Let’s do this again some time.” Miho gave a bit of a laugh and started to head towards the bar.
Carmen burst into the Last Kaal with his hand outstretched and a grin on his face. He wasn’t one for theatrics, but a cantina could only really be trusted for good booze, fair games, and clean patrons for the first couple of weeks, so he was honestly just excited. Now that he was more openly in with the Clan, he didn’t think too much of showing his face around the place either, he just wished it was more of a formal location so he could justify dressing up for the occasion.
“Well, ‘ello mister Blorkis!” he said, sauntering up to the bar, “Looks like the gambling scene is good here, but what about the liquids? Any house drinks?”
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Ghwuis’s grinning expression turned to one of sheer surprise. And something rare happened: His reptilian features suddenly softened, as he stared at the pile of credits left before him, given unexpectedly by the opponent who had bested him.
“Mi wife… she’s gonna be so happy… I can finally take her on that fancy vacation to that planet Naboo everyone talks about… She’s been dreamin’ of going there…. Thank you.”
With the wave of his hand, Ghwuis managed to call over one of the bartenders, and he quickly offered Miho a large tusk of ale.
“It’s on the house! Have as many as you’d like.”
Blorkis managed to scramble to his feet, quickly greeting the next customer with the dip of his head.
“House drinks… Ah, yes! We just got some recently, courtesy of some of the House Hoth folks for helping us to perfect the recipes,” The Mon Calamari quickly said.
“What’ll it be? We have the Indigo Cordial, the Bantha Bite Boom, and the Soothe the Soul.”
Esen tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, as she stepped inside.
“Thanks. O-h and thanks for joining me. I needed a break. Oh and a drink would be nice.”
The young Zeltron woman wore a dark business casual pantsuit, it looked as if it would have fit perfectly at one point, but now was two sizes too big for her. Her hair despite her best effort to brush was unruly and slightly falling out of the light pulled back ponytail. She wore little makeup, although an effort was made to hide the gaunt, sunken features of her face.
She tried not to think about the last time she had saw Kerissa. The Flitz. With Remy. She shook her head, those thoughts dispersing as she tried to focus on this beautiful place around her.
She took in the details, the cleanliness, much different than her lab which was in desperate need for tidying up. She took in the staff, and… the menu.
She sat down at a seat at the edge of the bar and gestured for Kerissa to sit next to her.
“An Indigo Cordial please.” She asked the bartender. She had eaten sometime today… right?
“How are you and Puls- Nash doing?” She picked at her fingernails anxiously.
Kerissa settled onto the stool beside Esen, tail tucking under her thigh to be out of the way of inattentive feet.
“I’ll take a uhhh-” She looked over the menu, mind going blank for a moment before sitting a little straighter, “A mozarrella rolls appetizer and a Moogan Tea.”
Once the bardtender had stepped away she glanced sideways at Esen, maintaining a smile but passively worried. Still, she answered normally, shrugging a shoulder, “We’re doing good. He’s got a gig on tonight off somewhere, I didn’t catch where but I’ve had research on this week anyway so I couldn’t travel too far out.”
She chuckled, “How’s your studies going?”
Carmen snaps a finger with a small grin and leans back on the counter, resting his elbows as he looks about slowly.
“Might as well go down the list, the night is young. Hit me with the Indigo Cordial and we’ll see where it takes me!”
Without looking, he held out his credit chip for Blorkis to scan before settling in, half an eye on watching the drink be made, another half on the gambling circle, and the remaining eye making slow orbits around the room.
“Seems like a quiet night so far… though I guess that’s nice sometimes. Especially for you, am I right?”
The doors were still swinging slightly from Carmen’s dramatic entrance with a dusty purple hand pushed it open again with far more restraint. Though no less excitement as the bustle of the room came into view. Kerissa glanced back, stepping in to hold the door open for <@267489687902486530> with a smile.
“This is pretty sweet, I appreciate you inviting me.”
The scientist was wearing fairly normal clothes for her, a black and gold pants/top combo that had translucent panels along her ribs and other spots. Her tail was out for once, the golden bow typically tying it into hiding adorning it as a bow.
“Heh, glad to hear that. The tickets he got Rem-.. and I were awesome.”
Just above a whisper she said, “The show was great.”
The bartender rounded the corner, placing both the drinks down. Esen gave a slight awkward smile in thanks before snatching it up, and taking a big, long, sip from it.
“M-my studies? Oh yes of course.” She swirled the stir stick around and around her glass, hearing the tiny tinks of the ice hitting the sides.
“Erm- at bit of a stalemate at the moment. I can’t seem to figure out what is specifically causing the cuspids to elongate, if I did then I could make them retractable or not grow at all-“ she sighed taking a deep breath.
“Nevertheless I shall persist.”
The door opened quietly, the soft sound it made followed by heavy fwumps of bare padded paws. The Knight-Commander Doon Sulvir entered, cast his one-eyed gaze about the room, and started off for Esen’s table. He could spot her well enough, but his focus didn’t linger too heavily on the companion she was sharing a drink with. Surely she could introduce them, then Doon could excuse himself for a drink.
The Shistavanen wore simple dark clothes. Soft Leathers and padded fabric pants. He was barefoot, as the strange shape of his legs made it difficult to fully cover his paws easily. As his towering figure started to loom over the table of Esen and Kerissa, he vocalized a low rumble that gave form to his words.
“Hello, Esen. How has Kaal been treating you?” The slow pace of his words matched a gait that one might call lazy, if they weren’t familiar with accidentally being shoulder checked by the Shista’s blind side. Along with his words he gave her a deep nod, then turned to glance at her drinking buddy.
He squinted, the suspicion of familiarity with Kerissa giving way to a straightened back and a set jaw. He may have intended to say more, but it seemed any words once formed had been lost.
Carmen barely had time to grab his drink and taste it before he spotted the pair of women walking in and taking a spot further down the bar. They, at least, seemed like a much more fun group to talk to than crowding around cards. Waiting a tasteful amount of time for the bartender to go down and mix their drinks, Carmen moved to follow. Halfway there, though, he saw it. The frakking Knight Commander walked in the entrance, and seemed to be going to the same people. Carmen made a quick decision and moved past his original target, feigning close interest in the band, hoping Doon wouldn’t notice him.
Esen didn’t so much as see his approach but heard it. She turned her attention away from her drink, and toward the large Shistavanen that had approached. Giving him a deep nod of respect.
“Kaal always treats me well.” A small welcoming smile plastered on her face.
She took mental note of the blur of motion behind Doon.
“Glad to see you could make it. Oh- erm this is Kerissa Monique. Kerissa this is Knight-Commander Doon Sulvir.” She gestured between the two.
“Kerissa and I met at the Flitz a while back.” Her emotions locked away tight in the back of her mind.
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The recognition was mutual. Kerissa glanced between the ~knight commander~ and Esen, offering a small nod as she tried to work out where the kist she knew this Shista from. “Yea, it was a good night.”
Doon, doon doon doon- Oh, kark, Doon?
Her expression flickered through shock, concern, embarrassment before landing onto a sheepish amusement. “Well, kist. It’s nice to meet you again. Were you a knight commander back then too?”
She hadn’t even been apart of the Brotherhood back when they cough met. At least Kerissa could put him on the back foot socially for a second while she herself recovered.
“No” he grumbled, eye flicking to Esen before returning to the too familiar woman. “I was a Captain. Then. When.”
He raised a fist to cough, clearing his throat as he turned at the hip away from the bar. “It is nice to meet you. Officially. I will let you both speak.” He took a few slow steps away, drifting closer to the very interesting bit of wall Carmen was looking at.
Kerissa snorted once Doon was a bit further away, cheeks flushing as she stated down at her drink.
“Uh. Well-” A laugh broke through her attempts to not make it weird and she covered her mouth.
Esen rubbed the back of her neck.
“Uh that was weird- sorry about that. He’s a bit grumbly sometimes.”
She sighed mentally preparing herself.
“So… did you hear the news about… Remalia?”
Carmens face fell as Doon stepped up a short distance from him and started… staring intently at the same nothing he was. The one time he tried to be inconspicuous, and the big boss didn’t even have the good grace to position himself so Carmen could hide in his blind spot.
Carmen sighed and downed the rest of his drink before pasting on a grin, which he was very practiced at.
“Lord Commander! Strange meeting you here!”
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“Oh its fine. Its… not that.”
Kerissa snickered, then felt the silence building. When Esen spoke, at first she just blinked.
Then tilted her head, “Uh, no? Why, what happened?”
Her gut did flips, anguish spread across the lines of her face. She pushed her drink away. Breaking eye contact with Kerissa, to look down and pick at her nails.
She took a deep breath,
“Um- ah- She’s… gone. Uh- Deceased.” Shallow strained breaths were taken in between each spoken word or mutter.
“What?” Kerissa’s face paled, “Kark- wh- how? I saw her like a week ago. What happened?”
She placed her drink down, before picking it back up in thr same nervous tic to drink a rather notable amount.
“Y-yeah. She was out on a mission, her ship blew up… One second there was life signs… and then there wasn’t. Her funeral was last week-“
Esen was so caught up on the tale of events that have been swirling around in her brain for the past few weeks, that she had nearly missed what Kerissa said. She must have heard it wrong because it almost sounded like Remalia is alive.
“-Pardon?” This was the last thing she needed, her ears playing tricks on her.
Last week. Kerissa frowned, processing and clicking onto a rather unforunate dawning realisation.
“I saw her last week. She was fine.” The repitition would hopefully help. Or make it worse. Kerissa wasn’t exactly sure how to process this. “Her ship crash landed, I found her and got her off the planet. She… hasn’t contacted anyone?”
Esen released a breath she didn’t know she was holding, and ran her fingers through her combed back blue hair. Her skin darkened to a deeper red.
“Well she sure as crik hasn’t contacted me.”
She leaned her head back, hoping the surplus of welling tears would drain back into her waterline. She didn’t want to cry again, not here, not now.
Her gut still produced flips, twisting into knots with relief, and concern. When she was ready to talk again with a more steady head,
“D-Do you have any way of contacting her? I-is she okay? Where is she now?- I- sorry.” She pinched the bridge of her nose.
“I went back to Zeltros and told my parents, and we all mourned. Mom shut the door to her room so… its, preserved. Like my brothers. The same as she left it.”
She shook her head.
“I think keeping the room how they left it helps them mourn. I just- thank you for letting me know.”
The old Loyalist walked through the cantina and found an open seat at the bar. A massive hand slammed down on the bar to get the attention of the bartender.
“Whiskey. Leave the bottle.” The voice was harsh, not from inflection but from numerous wounds to the throat and vocal cords.
He sat in an aura of retired violence. Someone who had done it all, seen it all, fought it all, and now just wanted to drink it all. How long had it been since he had work to do? How long had it been since those last days on the fields with Naga Sadow and Ashen?
He shrugged to himself as the bartender dropped of a glass and a bottle of spirits.
“Thanks,” he growled as he opened the bottle and poured his first drink.
“No its okay- i- I thought she would have told you, you guys have known each other for a while.” Kerissa hesitated, then placed a hand on Esen’s shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze.
“Last I knew she was on a ship, perfectly healthy with plenty of supplies. I… im glad I was able to let you know. At least.”
Karking suns.
“Ease, Carmen.” He grunted out, his eye focusing on the technician. He did need to be addressed as such here. “Is it strange to find a lone Shistavanen in a bar?”
He shrugged, scratching along his jaw with sharp metal tipped claws. His eye released the man from to flick around the room, deliberately ignoring the table he had just left. “Maybe it is.” He paused for a few moments before gesturing to the empty drink “Another?”
“Lone? Is that the strange part?” Carmen tilted his head slightly in confusion. After a second, he just huffed and held out his glass.
“Yeah… Blorkis was feeding me each special. For what it’s work, the Indigo Cordial is good, maybe too… musky.”
No point in disengaging now, the bar wasn’t far enough to make that a socially acceptable escape. Ah, well. It wasn’t like he was going to try and put him to work here, right?
“I meant more ‘strange’ in the sense of it being unlikely. I didn’t imagine you would leave the Helm for a cantina opening,” He spoke as Doon turned to the bar, “Granted… I didn’t really imagine you leaving it ever, so maybe that doesn’t mean much. What’s your M.O. then? Gambler? Drinker?”
He snickered a little, “To see Syrena?”
“That’s a relief. I thank you. I’m sure she will reach out to me when she’s ready.”
Hopefully.
Maybe Esen doesn’t mean as much to Remalia as Remalia means to Esen. Maybe all those years of working with Remy to show her that she is more than what she says she is– didn’t matter. What of that confession? Is that why Remalia isn’t reaching out? Or…
Two steps forward, one step back. Remy just needs time.
Esen breathed in. Downing the rest of her Indigo Cordial.
“I need another drink.” She waved the bartender over and placed her order for a second.
“Up for a game of Sabacc? Or dancing? Or something? Could go bother Doon, talk to the lad he’s talking to-” She peers around spotting others around the cantina. A fella at the bar, maybe introducing herself to the Proconsul?
Kerissa nodded slowly.
Then leaned back past Esen to look in the direction of Doon before coming to sit properly again. “I can dance. We could grab folks too, though you need to-”
The appetitizer arrived. Kerissa placed it firmly between the two of them, picking up a melty cheese stick and gesturing to Esen, “Get through these with me, then we bother whoever you want yeah? And more drinks.” The Kessuryn’s smile returned, with a mischievous glint.
Esen smirked, picking up a cheese stick and taking a bite. The flavor was quite good. Crispy on the outside, creamy, stringy cheese on the inside. Her stomach quivered in response, as she downed the rest of the stick.
“Fine, but I am paying you back for this.”
She was being challenged to a drink off, surely? Force save her, it had been years since she had a proper drink off. This is what she needed. Surrounded by a couple friends, in a respectable cantina. Love, support… and alcohol.
The same glint of mischief shone in her eye, as she ordered two shots of Daleem Gin.
Doon collected Carmen’s glass, a paw enveloping it entirely. With a sort of grunt, he rumbled “I do not take to gambling. Sparing is my sport. Drinking is of… ancillary interest.”
He begun walking, moving slowly as a few strides could close the gap between Carmen and the counter. He wanted to giver the smaller man a chance of keeping up. “To see Syrena” he echoed thoughtfully, head tilting slightly. It seemed the intention behind what Carmen said was either missed, or well hidden below his dry voice. “I could see Syrena anywhere. I do not need to come here for it.”
The Shistavanen brought them both to the bar, where he gingerly placed the empty glass down and growled an order for another pair of drinks.
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Carmen gave a small snort, “Anywhere, huh? Sounds like an exciting life.”
He moved up and sat on a barstool, his back to the bar and elbows on the top.
“But that still doesn’t answer the question, then. If you aren’t here to drink, gamble, or dance, what is your MO?”
Kerissa waved her hand, “So long as its more snacks, sure.”
The two shots arrived about half way through the basket.
“Oh its like that is it?” She smirked, picking up the glass to examine the drink. It hadn’t been her intent, but if Esen wanted to slam down and have a girls night, Kerissa was in.
After performing alongside the band, Syrena lounged backstage. She downed several glasses of Indigo Cordials as they were delivered to her, until she lightly felt the effects, though this took a bit longer due to her increased resistance to such things as a Zeltron. With a pleased smile across her face, she nearly stumbled back into the main cantina.
“Hiiii everyone! Hope y'all have been having a good night! This is just….” The newly appointed Governor paused, waving her hand enthusiastically as she spoke, a mildly inebriated look shimmering in her gaze. “Ah yes, where was I..? Oh, right! This is one of the many great new establishments Kaal City has to offer. Great work, House Hoth!”
She rose a glass to everyone at the cantina in a toast, only to once again, swiftly down the contents in a long sip. Haphazardly setting it down, the glass tumbled off the table and shattered.
Syrena took a few steps forward and stood a bit straighter, doing her best at attempting to appear not drunk, despite her slight sway with each step.
“Doon! How’s it going? Let me get that for ya, here you go,” She stumbled behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of aged ale, placing a clump of credits on the counter to pay for it. She popped the bottle open, began to fill Doon’s glass, mildly over pouring the beverage.
Out of the corner of her eye, Syrena spotted someone else sitting at the bar near them. “You! You look… Familiar. Maybe you just have one of those faces, the kind that has lots of stories to tell,” Syrena began to address the Loyalist as well.
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The old man raised a bushy eyebrow at the Zeltron, his expression slightly amused. “Now, lass, I’m just an old drunk who found a nice bar by accident.” He didn’t seem too keen on admitting he had accompanied the Keibatsu princess into the bar.
“Last time I did anythin’ o’ note was. oh,” he paused for a long moment. “It musta been about 12 ABY. Back when I still wandered about with old Ashen and his brother.”
He took a small sip from the whiskey in front of him. “Nothin’ but an ol’ washup. Hung my pistols and my saber up years back and gave off ‘venturin’.”
Ice blue eyes seemed to take in everything around him, including the location of his old friend’s little sister. “ ‘Sides, bein’ as I’m old enough to be yer pa’s pa, I’m not thinkin’ yer all that interested in an ol’ man like me.”
Esen continued to down her shot and an evil smirk bloomed.
“Bartender I think we need another round and maybe more… cheese sticks. Oh and bring something with protein.”
Doon grunted softly, as if what Carmen said had amused him. Before he could get a word out, Syrena had swept onto the scene and began pouring him a drink. He nodded at her calmly. “Thank you, Syrena. I take it your new position is well paying?”
His dry humor was for once evident, as he did not want to come off as bitter. Then, he gestured to Carmen with the paw that was not lifting his new ale. “This is Carmen, a part of the Knight’s supplementary forces.”
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“12 ABY? Now that is certainly a long time ago. And the name Ashen, that sounds… familiar,” Syrena began to say, trying to recall where she had heard it before. Finally, she turned and rummaged through her bag, handing him a pamphlet. “Oh! You might be pleased to know Kaal City has recently opened up a new, state of the art retirement home… Not just any boring retirement home. This one still has a training room, complete with target practice. And plenty of lounges.”
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Syrena next turned to Doon, considering his statement. “My new position well paying? I suppose,” she said with a shrug. “However, most of my funds come in from my past performances. You know, the usual… Rancor ballets. Singing.”
At this, a smile lit her face. “I even once preformed with Jackson Nash. You’ve heard of him, right? He has some great hits.”
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He had opened himself up to the jab at needing a retirement home. He knew that and it made him smile. He graciously accepted the pamphlet and began looking through it.
“Ashen?” He said slightly distracted by the paper in his hand. “Oh, let’s see. Ashen Keibatsu. Always assumed he’d'a find his way to grand ol’ things. Lotta drive that one.”
He tapped the counter with knuckles large from constant breaks more than any natural thickness and the bartender came by to refill his glass.
He took a sip and grinned. “Yer own War Councillor’s older brother he is. Tiny slip of a girl considerin’ how strong the family is.” He took another sip. “Odd to see someone like her slummin’ it with a buncha Jedi though.”