A day in the life

[The Derp of Hooves]

Mire set at a table by herself humming a slow easygoing tune. She wore a well worn white blouse and blue jeans under her gobo hide duster, her black chromed hilt lightsaber clipped at one hip, her blaster at the other and her Ryyk blade lacking at the table. She leaned back in her chair, legs crossed on the table as Jiwarr talked with Aola up at the bar. The saloon was rather quiet today, most of the rangers were out on business of their own and it seemed as if Mire, Jiwarr and Aola had the run of the place, which was fine with her. It was quiet and peaceful as she hummed her tune with her eyes closed.

The peaceful environment left Mire's mind free to wander, left her free to try and remember who she was. Try as she mIght, she couldn't remember past the day she woke up on The Whisper. She could feel where the places of her lost memory were but it was as though they were just gone; vanished into thin air. Whoever she had been before was gone and she knew there was no point in fretting about it. Mire knew that she could lose herself in worry trying to remember the past, or she could move on and accept who she was now and look forward to the future. With what happened on The Whisper, and what followed on Zonju, she had found a new family and new friends in the rangers.

 

[BZenwrath]

Serrah walked through the ruined streets of the fortress just outside of Sathad'ra. She kept finding herself in odder and odder places for races. It just so happened her most recent race brought her to Zonju V, a planet far off the beaten path with very little in the way of practically everything. Everything other than slimo's. Serrah's face contorted in disgust as she walked past a young Trandoshan making a particularly rude gesture. Yes, this was definitely the last place she wanted to be. She regretted leaving her ship while it was being worked on. Honestly, she questioned her own sanity for coming out this far away from the fledgling spaceport to begin with.

It wasn't long before she found herself infront of a nondescript bar, that appeared empty enough. Thanking the force that she had been graced with a semi-normal establishment, Serrah hurriedly walked inside. She was right, though she could immediately feel the concentration of force energy. She dismissed the foreboding feeling that crept upon her. As often as she ran across other force users, it was almost always a pleasant affair. Perhaps this one would be no different. Though the surroundings didn't seem to support that idea.

Serrah started for the bar but quickly realized that all three of the occupants of the bar were giving her curious glances. 'Well,' she thought, 'their not fans... thats a start I guess.'

"Hi," she said somewhat awkwardly, "You are open, right?"

 

[The Derp of Hooves]

The blue Twi'lek, Aola, was just regaleing Jiwarr with some story about her sister, mostly drivel and rumors when a newcomer came in.The momentary burst of light as the doors opened might've blinded Mire for a moment, had she not had her hat covering get eyes. As it was, she lifted the brim of her hat and looked at the new person with curiosity. Obviously she wasn't from Zonju V, let alone apart of the rangers. Mire was quite sure she had never seen her before, but something about her seemed familiar. Mire was tired of her amnesia, often things would happen around her and she glad no idea how or why it often have some headache as it did now as she tried to figure out what was going on. Letting a sigh escape her lips she let her hat fall back over her eyes, pretending to be uninterested, though the opposite was quite true.

Back at the bar, Aola smiled at the new customer, "Of course hon, so long as you ain't one of them cartel types and you got the coin, what will it be?"