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Quetzalli

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Koensayr
Koensayr, a planet famous for shipyards, much like many others around the galaxy. The planet's cities themselves were nothing to write home about. The Koensayr yards did not hold anywhere near as much of a market share as their competitors like Corellia or Kuat. Koensayr's countryside was not unpleasant, but most of it's major cities had their economies built around ship manufacturing, and thus tended to be filled with construction equipment and seemingly overcrowded with unsold ships. These cities were usually filled with salesmen, pilots, and engineers, all of whom needed recreation from time to time. Thusly, there were plenty of bars around town to choose from... All of the towns.

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It was at just such a bar that a lone woman sat. She sat at a seat at the circular bar in the middle of the room where plenty could see her. She wore a long black dress that contrasted nicely with her hair which seemed to shift from a light-brown to dirty blonde as the lights hit it. She had a solid gold-colored choker around her neck and a matching gold bangle around her wrist. Her dress had a long slit up the side and and an open back, the front narrowing as it rose up her chest to connect with the choker around her neck. All said and done, she was by far the best dressed person in the bar, and this had not gone unnoticed by the bar's regulars.

A drink matching the one she was just about to finish was placed in front of her by the Ithorian bartender. A series of guttural grunts was issued by the large creature, which it's neck-mounted translator converted to basic. "From the guy across the bar." With that said, the Ithorian turned away wiping a glass as he went. He didn't understand human mating rituals, despite the fact that he had seen them performed a million times.

The woman glanced up to view her would-be suitor in his seat across the bar. The man was wearing a pilot's suit with the Koensayr logo on the breast and he waved at her smiling. He wasn't an unattractive character she supposed, though he had that cocky air about him like most pilots did. He was roughly the same height as her and had a relatively slender build. Reaching out to take her new drink, she raised it to her lips and tipped it back, sliding the entire contents neatly down her throat before lowering her head once more. The flyboy had a stunned expression on his face. He clearly had not expected that from such a formal-looking specimen as herself. She raised the empty glass and shook it playfully, smiling at the pilot before nodding to the empty seat next to her. The man shook the surprise from his face and smiled again, standing to down his own drink and make his way around the bar. Perhaps she would have to dress like this more often, things seemed to be going her way with barely any effort.
 

Hal Mikko

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Anywhere was better than Ajan-Kloss, but Hal Mikko had always felt particularly at home in urban environments. He'd spent most of his childhood in the Lower City of Taris, and later frequented spaceports and shipyards not dissimilar to this one under the tutelage of the outlaw Ulysses Sato. Even through the Force, the city felt more vibrant, more alive even than the jungle ever had, so pulsating with energy that it was almost intoxicating. Almost. Fortunately for Hal, there happened to be a bar right beside him that looked particularly inviting - that would probably get him the rest of the way there.

As he made his way towards the circular bar, Hal couldn't help but muse about his current situation. He spotted a pilot making his way towards an attractive woman sitting across the bar from him. Once upon a time, he'd accompanied Ulysses to cantinas like this, where the cocky smuggler would hit on women, show Hal a trick or two, and then have the boy help him drunkenly stumble back to his ship. Maybe Hal would've ended up like that too, had the Order not found him first. He glanced down at his dark Jedi tunic - not unappealing, but certainly not what he wanted to wear in a place like this - and the lightsaber hanging at his hip. The thing was, the Order had found him first, so it'd be irresponsible for him to get drunk and hit on women.


Through the Force, Hal could literally feel peoples' attention turning towards him as he sat down at the bar, a few seats away from the woman and her suitor. Some of that might've been the fact that he made for a striking figure - after all, he was a tall, handsome warrior with a badass scar, what wasn't to like? - but the more likely scenario was that they had noticed his lightsaber. Great. Attention like that almost never ended well. "Y'know what, let's start up a tab, see where things go from there." he told the Ithorian barkeep after a moment of deliberation. He'd planned on a drink or two tops, but the way things seemed to be going, maybe he'd need a few more.

 
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Quetzalli

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Quetzalli took notice of the tall dark guy with the scar who walked through the door. He looked tough, but she was unimpressed. He wasn't what she was looking for. But she did notice that thing hanging from his belt. She had never met a jedi in person, but she had seen holovids. Surely that wasn't what she thought it was? Surely her luck wasn't that bad? She didn't plan to hang around to find out. As the drunk pilot made his way around the bar to her, she stood and grabbed him by the front of his uniform, acting more drunk than she actually was. Pulling him in close, she whispered something in his ear, and the pilot got a big ol' grin on his face and actually started blushing. The man slapped a handful of credits down on the bar and waved to the bartender as he put his arm around Quetzalli's waist and the two started heading to the door. As the bar's main door slid open, the two made their way out into the cool night air. Quetzalli glanced back over her shoulder briefly at the "Jedi" before the opaque door slid shut.

Turning to their left, the couple started making their way down the street, but when they were just one building down from the bar, Quetzalli turned the pilot down a dark alleyway. Before he could question the change of scenery, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a deep kiss. The pilot was completely taken off guard, and thus, didn't notice her hand sliding up the slit of her long black dress, or the blaster sliding out of it's concealed holster on her thigh. There was a very brief flash of blue as the stun bolt struck the pilot in his chest, rendering him forcibly unconscious. She tapped a tiny green button on the gold bangle on her arm as she bent down and picked up the pilot's body and drug him further back into the alley. An FB-997 Speeder pulled up to the back of the alley with an R6 astromech at the helm. Quetzalli tossed the now-stripped body of the pilot into the back along with her black dress, as she zipped up the pilot's uniform over her chest (sorry, no details :P). The R6 whistled. "No, he's just stunned. Drop him in front of the nearest med-center and meet me at Koensayr asap. I'm not feeling too good about some of the 'locals' I've been seeing. Make it fast!" The R6 whistled again and the speeder took off down the dark alleyways again.

As she walked down the alleyway back to the main street, Quetzalli quickly wrapped her hair into a bun and placed the pilot's helmet on over her head. Despite the darkness of the night, she pulled the heavily tinted visor down over her face. Stepping out into the street again, she turned left once more, continuing to head away from the bar. With a whistle, she flagged down a passing hover-taxi. As she made her way to it, she glanced back towards the bar behind her again. Could she just have imagined it? Was that really a jedi?

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