Durasteel

[Samara]

After leaving the bar Samara turned to the right and started walking through the grim streets, hands inside both pockets of her jacket. There weren't many people outside, except for the Miraluka and the Zabrak following behind. She walked quietly in a straight line, dodging some puddles in the floor until finally turning left on the next alley, just waiting there.

The place was empty except for piled electronic trash in the sides and a small miniature of a river due to some leaks crossing the floor from a broken pipe.

 

[Tokuhara]

Drrel follows Samara silently, as he notices the girl stopped at the next alley. Drrel is wearing all of his Death Watch equipment with a plethora of hidden weaponry in case he needed to defend himself. His reptile-like eyes are hidden behind his T-Visor, while his HUD is set to low-light.

Samara can see that for a Zabrak, he is Force Sensitive and very inclined to the Dark Side, but somehow has turned from that path, walking a neutral way. He's far too old to receive training, and considering his Mandalorian bravado, he likely would decline.

"Can't have a lovely lady walking around alone at night."

 

[Samara]

"You're a terrible liar" Replied turning around to face him, with both hands inside the side pockets of the jacket. "You still haven't told me about the horrors of war that cause you so much trouble. Was it really the Whipid hooker?" She smirked as she asked leaving some reasonable distance between the two, at least now there weren't any innocent glasses around to be murdered.

 

[Tokuhara]

Drrel lights a cigarette.

"The Mandalorian Civil War. I've killed my brothers... Everytime I close my eyes, I see their faces. It's a Damn miracle I can catch any sleep..."

He takes a hard drag, exhaling from his nose, the smoke fading slowly.