[Ankhural] Imperial, Scum

[Astridia Kazaczecho]

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@Richie B.

Astrid checked her watch with a grunt of disgust, realizing there were still a few hours remaining till she could return to her barracks off this damned errand running. She straightened her uniform and looked for somewhere to perhaps pass the time, spotting a cantina on a corner. She was on this swamp planet of musty air--if it could even be called a planet--to deliver some sort of wire transfer or direct message to a small Imperial recruiting center on planet. Nothing major. In fact, that recruiting center was packing up, making her work redundant. So here she was, hours left before she was due to return and with ill desire to be shoved back into the barracks.

The Imp entered the bar, taking in the sights and scrunching her nose with a sniff as she paced into the room, ignoring the common rude stare or growl from an alien. She sneered in the direction of a particularly angry bunch and rose her chin, sitting down at the counter. Astridia had no power here. This was not Imperial territory--even if the official documents said otherwise. She was smart enough to understand that. The bartender came over, seemingly about to kick her out before seeing the weariness in her eyes and second guessing his thoughts, letting a weak half smile fall onto his face.

"Whaddaya need, ma'am?"

She replied in a clipped tone and and a credit chip.
"Something better than putrid vomit, if you please."

Drinking could get her into some trouble at base. Who gave a brix? She had no infractions in 20 plus years of service. Doubtful they would start now.

 

[Jedrek]

Jedrek had decided to visit this plane to see about finding anyone of interests or at least of some value. So far he has been disappointed, which wasn't surprising the galaxy was full of disappointment. So as he sat in the bar hoping for some excitement, he had three drinks in him so far. Which hasn't changed a whole lot, the still old stories even if funny were starting to get old. Which meant he was looking for someone to come up. This was his last day on this planet which he was thankfully for.

But as he was just about to get up the door opened up to a new stranger. Now Jedrek wasn't one to bug into people's business but it seemed like this person had a sense about her. So when she got to the bar Jedrek figured what better to mess with someone that at least have some good looks.

Now Jedrek was without his helmet so his face was there for everyone to see, though he had his cloak on. Covering most of his body, his lightsabers on his back hidden from everyone's view. He rather not use them but they were needed to defend himself from any mugging. Which has actually happened, which is why he was very happy to have them. Back in the day Jedrek would have to be far more careful but now with his new training he was far more safer then back in the old farm.

So as Jedrek sat down next to the woman, seeing she wanted a drink and any would apparently do. Putting up two fingers to signal that his order would be for the both of them.

"Guess the lady would have one whiskey, myself will have the vodka, put some juice in it though." Smiling Jedrek turned to face the woman, his face having small scars from his days on Nal Hutta, and his facial hair being a good size beard Jedrek looked like just a random man with more credits then he should in the current neighborhood.

@Herrith

 

[Astridia Kazaczecho]

Astrid's ears were brought to attention by a newcomer, who ordered two drinks. It took her a moment to realize who he was referring to. Well, that was kind, she supposed--her gloved hand put the credit back into her pocket as she turned her head to look at the smiling man in a cloak. Her straight face faded for a brief moment as she allowed for a flicker of a smile in return, readjusting her perch on the bar counter. Hopefully whatever was being gotten wouldn't be too strong. Astridia was not a heavy drinker, nor would she ever be lest she lose her Imperial touch of finesse and manners. She nodded his direction and spoke again in the heavily enunciated tone associated with the Core.

"I appreciate that, sir. Though I'm certain it wasn't entirely necessary--I'm perfectly capable of paying for myself."

She really didn't need to state the obvious, being an Imperial officer. That'd be rather stuck up and self-praising, wouldn't it? But was she not allowed to be proud of how far she'd come? If only a little? Perhaps it was better to be humble in a place like this. Avoiding attention was the goal where nobody liked her kind. Justice and order of the Empire tended to be looked down upon in the parts where it lacked in jurisdiction. In time, maybe this could become a prosperous world. It had resources. A bit of a stretch, but it could see wealth if people were willing to put in the time. Astrid came back to the here and now as their drinks came, looking at the glass slid her way and nodding to the bartender with a straight face. Maybe it was better to be less of a bother--considering a total stranger had bought her a drink.

"So, what's a random man doing buying a drink for an officer? It seems rather rash. Are you trying to get something out of me?"