An Unintelligible Understanding

[Isola Rin]

Zeltros

This was not Andara.

The spacer had said he was just going to get more fuel and suggested she stretch her legs; the girl swore she had not even gone a hundred meters when his ship took off, leaving her on the unfamiliar world. She took to the streets, trying to figure out a plan to get back home, but any chance of silent thought blew quickly away.

Loa was experiencing Zeltros for the first time.

In fact, the stories she had heard about the Zeltrons and their homeworld no where matched what she was witnessing. Confetti, glitter, and party-goers on the streets and on top of hover-floats as they paraded by and Loa had in less than a minute acquired several strings of beads around her neck and a random kiss on the cheek from someone she was certain was a walking bottle of spice and alcohol.

Loa felt like she needed a shower, maybe a hundred as she tried to avoid taking a deep breath, feeling a rush overcome her, the pheromones quickly taking their effect as she wanted to really just to lay back and enjoy the party, but her rational sense told her to keep on focusing. The dark haired girl reached into the Force, looking for it to guide her through the crowds, listening and placing her trust in the light.

Though it didn't give her exactly what she wanted, which was a ride back to Andara, it did tell her stop, feel and to look. Loa didn't think she was even old enough to go into the pub, but with a deep breath, and the illusion of confidence as though she knew what she was doing, Loa walked inside.

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[Fiona MacBheathain]

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Oh, kriff.

Fiona pulled her head up off the counter. How long had she been out? Eh, it did not matter, at this point. This planet was in a perpetual state of partying. Personally, she thought it was awesome -- it was a break from the doom and gloom of the galaxy's tumultuous political state. Her head pounded, though. This had to have been the fifteenth time this pub has played the same song. Over and over and over and over. Nobody around seemed to really care - or notice, for that matter. They were all blitzed out of their minds on spice, alcohol, and the infamous pheromones of the Zeltrons, of which there were plenty.

Fiona had a few drinks, she thought, though she felt quite zooted on this eve. Time seemed to be on a standstill here, so it was hard to judge just how long she had been out and about. She was here for something, that much was certain. Just what specifically, she could not for the life of her remember. She was dressed in a set of common clothes, though she smelled slightly of alcohol and she was not too sure what the wet parts of the outfit were wet from. She tried to not think about it, hoping it was just sweat and alcohol. Her lightsaber was fastened securely to her waist, hidden and out of plain sight, just in case.

She rubbed her eyes for a few seconds, then looked around the room. People were still going strong at partying like animals. Something in the crowd stood out, though. Something raw, powerful. She forced herself to sober up, reaching out with the Force. Her mind left her body and traveled through the pub as a formless entity, searching for the source of the feeling.

There -- right there, at the door. A... teenage girl? That could not be right. She looked closer and confirmed her initial suspicions; the girl was strong, more so than Fiona, even. In her current haze -- and with the constant distractions -- Fiona could not look deeper. Her mind rejoined her body and she looked towards the door. It wasn't too far away. Nudging people aside with the Force as gently as possible, making it seem like a natural opening in the crowd, Fiona made a clear line to the bar where she sat. Maybe this was why she was here on Zeltros? The Force worked mysteriously, after all. She turned her back to the girl, facing the bartender again. "Whitevur ah juist drenk, gimme anither shot... Eh, mak' it twa." She waited for her drink, spinning in her seat to face the crowd, acting casual and resting her elbows on the counter behind her.

This may turn out to be a more interesting night out than she thought.

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[Isola Rin]

Loa decide it was a mistake going inside, it was just as crazy with party goers inside as there were outside, just less glitter. Her light eyes slowly looked around until the door behind her opened again and she was pushed further inside by more drunk zeltrons looking to stay liquored up. The teen's stomach knotted as she slowly stepped through the bar and between the groups of drinkers. She reached into the Force, more so to help her detect anyone who may have wanted to get touchy. Though she wasn't exactly sure what she would do if any of that particular occurrence happened.

There was one individual in particular who seemed to watch her as she had entered; short haired woman at the bar turned outward, her elbows resting on the counter. Loa adverted her eyes for a moment, but the Force directed her attention again to her so the dark haired girl. She inhaled deeply and coughed, catching whatever was floating in the air as she approached the bar, standing quietly next to the woman before looking at the bar tender who didn't seem to take notice. Loa glanced up at Fiona and drummed her fingers on the table before looking away, thinking of how to get the bar tender's attention.

"Um, hey..." she started, raising her hand to see if the bartender would turn to look but nothing. Loa huffed and went to open her mouth again when the bartender walked by once more and set down a water for her. Though she lifted the glass, looking at the dirt that floated in it and frowned, setting it back down. The dark haired teen looked back at Fiona, "So, uh...do you have a ship?" she asked her.

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[Fiona MacBheathain]

Fiona watched the teenage girl sheepishly approach her position at the bar. Behind her, the bartender set down two shot glasses filled to the brim with some kind of opaque, purple liquid. It had a fetid stench and a near-gelatinous quality, more akin to sludge than liquid. It did not look, in any way, appetizing. Then again, when the goal was to get drunk, flavor tended to get in the way. At least it did in her experience.

The girl seemed nervous. Probably never been drinking before. Definitely never been on Zeltros before. It made sense that it would have such an overwhelming effect on her. Fiona decided it was best to try and break the ice when the girl rather blatantly asked if she had a ship. She cocked an eyebrow, then smiled a toothy grin. She reached her hand up and flicked her wrist, sliding one of the two shot glasses down next to the girl without touching it. It was such a small, idle thing to do, she had not even considered the implications of the act. ”Hae a bevvy oan me, lassie. Ye swatch loch ye naed it.” She lifted her own shot glass, the grin still painted on her face, despite the horrible aroma of the drink. ”Keep edgy, thocht. It looks an' howfs loch greyfriars bobby. Likelie mair than ye kin handle.”

She laughed merrily, threw her head back, took a half breath, and tossed the drink down her throat. The taste was acrid and her face contorted into a scowl for a brief moment. Why did she even order this in the first place? The Jedi set the drink down on the counter and smacked her lips together, shaking her head for emphasis. ”Ack, whit a gantin' dram. Diz th' jab, thocht.”

Fiona turned and looked at the girl, whether she drank or not, and gave her a quick look-over. She was probably an inch taller than herself, but definitely far, far younger. She had an innocent glow about her, despite her strength in the Force. This made Fiona very, very wary, though she did not outwardly show it. Instead, she smiled softly and spoke up once more, ”A ship, eh? Limme jaloose, ye git left heich 'n' freuch oan thes planit 'n' ur keekin fur a wey aff, aye?” She nodded a few times, looking around the building. Everyone was focused on their own little world. Nobody should be listening to two patrons talking about nothing. Fiona continued without looking at her, ” 'at, ur ye'r plannin' oan robbin' me 'n' takin' aff wi' mah ship. Ye a spy ur somethin', lassie? ‘Rat, mibbie? ur somethin' entirely... Different athegither.”

She panned her head back and looked Loa in the eyes, now. ”A'm pul'in yer shank, lassie. O' coorse a've git a ship. Howfur else wid ah git 'ere?” She chuckled and canted her head slightly, eyes still fixated on the girl's. "Whaur urr ye headed?"

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[Isola Rin]

Loa grimaced as Fiona gave her a toothy grin and immediately begun regretting her question; she prepared for anything from the woman, a punch, a drink thrown in her face, or even for her to walk away as the girl gathered the Force to her. Her senses proded at the woman, finding it interesting a connection in the Light resided within her also. However, what Loa was not prepared for was the woman's speech, a shot glass slid to her and Loa quirked an eyebrow as she interpreted the drink was on her.

She glanced down at the purple liquid, and slowly took the glass, but what else woman said before taking the shot left Loa gawking. Quickly returning to present, she glanced down at the shot she raised the glass to her lips and the aroma was putrid; she made a face and took a sip, the look of disgust was obvious as the woman begun to laugh. Loa quickly set down the shot glass as Fiona looked her over; she caught ship in the woman's speech, but the rest sounded like jibberish. Loa focused harder, the Force coming to her aid as the woman continued and her eyes grew wide in jest of accusation.

"No, no! I'm not! I swear!" pleaded Loa, but it turned out she was just playing in jest and Loa relaxed, that shot now looking better to calm her nerves. The woman asked where she was going as she grabbed the shot, mimicking how Fiona took her own and Loa was hit immediately with the burn and euphoria of the concoction. The girl blinked her light eyes a few times, trying to refocus, the Force around her stirred as she called it to aid her, feeling immediate regret for taking that drink.

"Andara..." she did this time grab the water to wash out the flavor of the drink, "My ride bailed on me, I can pay you." explained Loa.

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[Fiona MacBheathain]

Fiona watched in amusement as Loa threw back the drink, nodding approvingly several times. Her face contorted into a scowl, eliciting a hearty laugh from the Jedi. She kept her elbows rested on the counter, leaning her back against it. With a flick of her wrist, Loa's shot glass slid back over next to Fiona's, though she never physically touched it, and the barkeep eventually came around and collected them. Fiona was done drinking anyways, and the poor girl looked like she'd been sucker-punched in the kidneys after that shot. To be fair, Fiona was not feeling the best either, but she had experience on her side. She would probably feel it later, for sure.

Fiona simply grinned at Loa’s pleading during her accusations, shaking her head and reminding her that she was simply messing with her. After Loa had told her of her intended destination – Andara – and offered to pay, Fiona pushed herself off the counter and stood up, brushed her clothes off, and tossed a few credits onto the bar top. She put her hands on her hips, looking at Loa, pursing her lips as she thought for a moment.

After a few moments, Fiona nodded and looked at the girl, speaking up above the roar of the bar, ”Aye, ah will gie ye a hurl.” She lifted a hand up, waving dismissively, [color=#CCFFFF ]”Na need tae pay me, tis oan th' hoose. Ah dinnae need th' dosh.”[/color] She smiled warmly and patted Loa on the shoulder, turning her towards the door. Together, the two would make their way through the mass of bodies towards the exit. Once outside, Fiona withdrew her arm and looked around, orienting herself to the surroundings.

She gestured to Loa before setting off down the sidewalk towards the spaceport, hoping her ship was: 1) still there and 2) not being preyed on by any groups of thugs or other undesirables, but things rarely went her way. As they walked, Fiona looked at Loa and said, ”Ah ne'er git yer name. A'm Fiona.” After she answered, Fiona would ask her, ”Whit's a yoong lass daein' hitchhikin’ aroond th' galaxy, anyways? Dinnae ye hae any folk, lassie? A haem?” She always wondered how people got themselves into these situations.

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[Isola Rin]

Loa grinned widely as the woman informed she didn't need to pay her and patted her shoulder. She then guided Loa through the bar and back to the streets of Zeltros where Loa really didn't want to be. The girl almost lost herself in the swarm of pink bodies but luckily it was easy to pin point the dark haired woman as she waved for Loa to follow. Even the walk ways were crowded as Loa ducked around party goers and stepped lightly to flow between groups until she was able to walk side by side with her new companion.

The woman's accent was still heavy, but if she listened carefully, she thought she was introducing herself, "Fiona?" her brow narrowed before she realized she was indeed exchanging her name. "I'm Isola Rin, Loa for short." she grinned; Fiona continued though, inquiring how she gotten in place like Zeltros and Loa shrugged.

"I didn't want to be here," she said narrowly avoiding a collision with some drunk Zeltron males, "my home is on Andara, I've been...study aboard..." Loa tried to think of the best word to describe where she had been. It wouldn't be too far off, she had gone to Chalacta with the intention to help, but ended up learning more about the Force. "I've missed my family lately and want to get back to see them."

Her senses warned her of someone approaching her, but she didn't have time to react as some older man put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him. He smelled of body odor and alcohol and Loa quickly scrambled away from his grasp. "So what brings you to Zeltros?" she asked the woman.

@Painus