Open Tatooine Big Guns and Dead Bodies

[Tevan Dolm]

Mos Eisley, Tatooine.

The sun had already risen by the time Tevan woke up. He had no real idea what time it was, luckily for him there was a clock situated on the wall across from his bed in the hotel room. 10am. Tevan sighs as he rolls out of bed and cleans himself up in the bathroom. He checks himself over and decides that getting his beard and hair trimmed would be his number one priority today. Then maybe a new gun. He walks over to the pile of clothes and armor he dumped on the floor the night before, he picks up his shirt and he breathed in at the same time. Actually, maybe I should get some new clothes first. They smell horrible, but since they're the only clothes he has he put them on anyway. Thank god that his armor covers up the stench of his clothes otherwise there would be a problem.

After locking the door to his hotel room, Tevan headed out into the streets of Mos Eisley. At least the hotel was just outside the main shopping district, soon he found a clothing store and picked up a bunch of new clothes. 1,000 credits in total. Tevan would need some more money before he went gun shopping. He made his way back to the hotel and changed into his new clothes in the hotel room. Hopefully he can remember the way to the small bank he dropped his credits off yesterday. He finally made his way too the bank after leaving the hotel for a second time, and withdrew 10,000 credits. That should be enough to get himself a new gun and the ammo required. He doesn't know that much about guns, hopefully the store clerk knows what he should get.

On his way through the shopping district of Mos Eisley, Tevan stumbled upon a newly opened gun store. It appeared to sell every kind of weapon you could need or want. Hopefully they will have sniper rifle suitable for Tevan. He opened the door and stepped inside. The clerk at the counter nodded at him and Tevan nodded back. "Got any sniper rifles?" The clerk pointed towards an aisle "At the back, nobody really comes here looking for sniper rifles, we only have a few in stock. But feel free to have a look." "Thanks." With that Tevan made his way to the last aisle and all the way to the back of the shop. From what he saw the shop was packed with multiple varieties of attachments for blasters and pistols. They even sold a couple repeaters by the looks of it. Just before he got to the sniper rifles, a blaster caught his eye on one of the shelves. The label next to it read "BlasTech A310 rifle: 135 meters max, medium damage but durable and more reliable than most blasters on the market." Tevan lifted the blaster off it's display unit and felt the gun. It had a nice weight to it, and the grip felt good in his fingers. It had loops on the bottom for a strap to be attached and a decent sized power pack. He took the gun to the counter "How much for this A310?" "Uhhh....6,000 credits? That's if you want a spare power pack thrown in." The clerk shrugged and took a power pack from underneath the counter and put it on top. "Sure." Tevan handed the clerk 6,000 credits and he was out of the shop with his new rifle. He attached the strap the clerk had included to the bottom loops of the gun and swung it over his shoulders. It felt nice to have a new gun.

As he was making his way back to the hotel via the back alleys of Mos Eisley, he seemed to be getting closer to two men who were clearly in a heated argument. He couldn't quite make out what was being said but all of a sudden a blaster was fired. Tevan hurried to the alley where the heated argument was coming from and found a human male on the ground, the other man was no where to be seen. Tevan checked the man on the ground to see if he was still alive, but there was no pulse. Tevan sighed and rummaged around the man's pockets and he pulled out a sheet of paper. It was a listing for a bounty. "Garth Ansari" was written in bold letters. But the bounty sheet had no information on him other than his estimated height and weight. It probably wasn't worth pursuing it in all honesty. It wasn't worth much. 5,000 credits wasn't even enough to convince Tevan. He put it in his pocket anyway, just in case he changes his mind. He made his way back to the hotel to get something to eat and then explore the rest of the shopping district.

 

[Tacovean Delminar]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Taco didn’t know what the hell he was doing on Tatooine, especially on Mos Eisley. Armpit of the kriffing galaxy my left nut and right butt. This place could kiss his ass but here he was, stuck smelling pits and piss and worse while waltzing around the marketplace trying to negotiate his way throughout the crowd like a Zeltron in an orgy.

Sheesh, why can’t I be on Zeltros instead of Tat, hey? This place stinks. He caught a whiff, sniffed, regretted it. Oh...my gosh...when did that lady last bathe? Eleventy decades ago? He didn’t know what that actually meant but he knew what it meant to cross paths with a Wookiee and say the wrong thing. You just might not walk again.

“Yo, sup!” Taco greeted the big furry guy with a mock salute that wasn’t really mocking. The Wookiee just went “Waaaaauuuuuugghhh!” or whatever noise they make. The Twi’lek kept his arms and legs intact at least so he supposed that had been the right code.

Passing another Twi’lek, a Bothan, a Human and a Chevin that made Taco turn around slowly, he passed a hotel that made him turn around slowly. “Holy...hotdogs…” He blinked up at the building, except he didn’t give two kriffs about the building and instead the figure that had just entered it.

Adjusting his backpack, Taco licked his lips like a Zeltron in an orgy and quickly walked inside the hotel. He found the figure. No mistaking it. These guys were like celebrities to this guy.

“YO! HEY!” With that, the Twi’lek positioned himself before the Mandalorian like some kid wanting an autograph. Taco was more sixteen than kid though. He was basically a man and maybe one day a Mandalorian?

“Sick helmet, hey!” Thumbs up. “Sorry didn’t mean to butt in but out there smells like butts and well I saw your armor and just had to say hey, hey!” He tilted his head like a doctor inspecting a patient. “Whatcha got on them vambraces? Ooooh betcha got Whistling Bugs, hey!?”

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[Tevan Dolm]

Tevan sauntered into the hotel and made a bee line for the restaurant, but before he even got there a kid decided to block his way.

“YO! HEY!” Tevan flinched due to the sheer volume the kid yelled at “Sick helmet, hey!” "Uhh, thanks?" “Sorry didn’t mean to butt in but out there smells like butts and well I saw your armor and just had to say hey, hey!” Either this kid has lost his marbles or Tevan's just not used to socializing with kids. “Whatcha got on them vambraces? Ooooh betcha got Whistling Bugs, hey!?” "What the hell is a 'Whistling Bug'?" It only occurred to Tevan that the kid must have mistaken him for a Mandalorian. "Listen kid, just so you know. I'm not a Mandalorian. I'm just a scavenger. Sorry for the confusion."

With that being said Tevan walked past the kid into the restaurant and got himself a huge plate of food. Probably way too much for Tevan but he'll eat it regardless. He poked at a couple potatoes on his plate before he decided to eat them.

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[Tacovean Delminar]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Not a Mandalorian..? Taco gave the Not A Mandalorian a lookover. But the armor and the helmet and the armor and the helmet! Wasn’t this the same kind of getup that Mom and Dad had explained to him in their little corner of Coruscant? Hell, wasn’t this what he had seen in his comics and on HV, just...A different caliber?

“Wait wait wait, dude!” Taco called out as he followed the Not A Mandalorian into the food place. An employee immediately looked down at him.

“Yes? You buying or staring?”

Taco shelled out the expense of his meal. Wouldn’t hurt to eat. “Just gimme a plate or somethin’ hurry up!”

With that, he joined the armored guy at the table, sitting adjacent from him as he gawked.

“...Okay, so you ain’t a Mando.” Taco shrugged. “I can deal with that... Butcha look as cool as one!” Thumbs up. Clearing his throat, the Twi’lek continued. “Y’know, hey, I know a thing or two about tech and stuff. Where’d you get your stuff? Betcha didn’t find that armor at a sandcrawler, hey!”

Taco chuckled. Cleared his throat. “Or...did you?”

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[Tevan Dolm]

“Wait wait wait, dude!” The kid yelled after him.

Tevan had finished with the potatoes and started on the meat. It was the same sort of meat he had the previous night. The sauce was different but it tasted marginally better than the other sauce he had the previous night. He looked up just as the kid plonked a plate of food down and sat down adjacent him. Tevan sighed and kept his head down pretending to ignore the kid. He was already tired of this conversation, he wasn't used to socializing like this. It wearied him down quite easily.

“...Okay, so you ain’t a Mando.” He noticed the kid made some kind of gesture with his shoulders but Tevan wasn't paying much attention. “I can deal with that... Butcha look as cool as one!” Another gesture was made. The kid cleared his throat and Tevan finally looked up at him. “Y’know, hey, I know a thing or two about tech and stuff. Where’d you get your stuff? Betcha didn’t find that armor at a sandcrawler, hey!” The kid paused and chuckled slightly “Or...did you?”

Finally, the kid stopped talking. Tevan's seen a sandcrawler once before during one of his scavenging runs. It was a longer one than normal as he went far outside his usual route. "Jawas are pretty nice once you get to know them, besides what do you want kid? I've got a bounty to hunt." Tevan hoped that the kid would accept his lie. He's been thinking about Garth Ansari during the very one-sided conversation. Even though it's only 5,000 credits it would make someone else's day a whole lot better. Maybe...just maybe he should check it out and crawl through the back alleys. Just in case he's still around. Tevan finished gnawing at the meat on his plate and set his knife and fork down and looked at the kid whilst he sipped from his glass of water.

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[Tacovean Delminar]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Oh shit! Taco tapped the table in delight. Dude might not have been a Mando but he was a bounty hunter and a badass bounty hunter by the looks of him. This guy was all silent and stay-away, sitting there eating his meat as though he was eating a Rancor because he’s this badass MF and thank you very much, galaxy.

Man I wish had some cool armor… Mandalorian armor? Definitely. Armor like this guy's? Taco would take it! Just not over his dead body or anything. The Twi’lek had some skills but combat was not yet one of them. He reckoned this guy sitting before him could kill someone with that knife and fork though. But first he’d smash that glass in their face and ain’t no mistake, hey.

“Yeah Jawas are great but whatever.” He broke off just long enough to eat from his own plate of meat that he had forgotten about. Every now and then he would look up to subtly try to mimic the movements of his new friend. Securing his excitement, Taco took a breath, sipped from his water, and put on his best look of badassery—and a slightly deeper voice.

“So, you’re going after a bounty, huh?” He smirked. “Me too… Maybe we’re going after the same target? Could partner up. Fifty-fifty? Even split. Take it or leave it. I work alone." His water caught in his throat in a near-choke before he caught himself. "I mean...except just this once...for pragmatic reasons...of course...”

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[Tevan Dolm]

“Yeah Jawas are great but whatever.” The kid paused for a while and started eating the food on his plate. Tevan could probably go for another plate honestly. He got up from his chair and carried his plate over to the counter. "Got any of that meat left? I'll take another plate of it please." The employee raised his eyebrows and sighed. "As long as you pay for it." Tevan nodded and the employee filled up his plate again. "Sauce?" "Yeah, please." At least Tevan was being polite. The employee poured the same sauce all over the meat and handed the plate back to Tevan. "Thanks." Tevan paid for his second plate of food and wondered back over to the kid.

The kid cleared his throat when Tevan sat down and tried to fake a deep voice. “So, you’re going after a bounty, huh?” Tevan looked up at the kid and rolled his eyes. "Me too… Maybe we’re going after the same target? Could partner up. Fifty-fifty? Even split. Take it or leave it. I work alone." How old is this kid anyway? "I mean...except just this once...for pragmatic reasons...of course...” The kid paused and waited for a response from himself. Tevan picked at a few pieces of his meat. Why does this taste better the second time around? At this point Tevan was just trying to distract himself from the conversation at hand. His mind trails back to when Laren first picked Tevan up. It wasn't that long ago but how the hell did he do it so easily?

Tevan reaches into his pocket and pulls out the flyer for Garth Ansari and hands it over to the kid. "You going for this one I assume?" Tevan's anxiety is going through the roof right now, and Tevan goes back to poking at the pieces of meat on his plate and tries his hardest not to show it to the kid. Tevan looks up at the kid just before he shoves another chunk of meat into his mouth. "What's your name....and how old are you anyway??? Mine's Tevan Dolm before you ask."

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[Tacovean Delminar]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Taco studied the flier long and hard and hoped that his counterpart could not tell that he had never seen it before until that very moment. “Yeah, that’s the one…” He confirmed in the manner one waves away a waiter.

Curling a lip to reveal the corner of teeth (that’s what badass bounty hunters did, right?), the fledgling bounty hunter tore into his meat, attempted to speak, remembered his manners and swallowed the tough stuff. He had to wash it down with another gulp of water.

“Name is…” Hesitating for a moment, conveniently being afforded one what with the water having gone down the wrong hole, the Twi’lek thought up a name. What’s a badass bounty hunter called? Catching his breath, he smiled the kind of smile that was as tough as a tough guy’s meat. “...Taco… And I’m twenty-one.”

A waiter passed by just then to which Taco promptly snapped his fingers. “Hey! Right here!” Slapped the table. “Get me some toki toki sauce! Pronto!” Turns out that badass bounty hunters just didn’t have time for manners.

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[Tevan Dolm]

The kid took a long look at the flyer, Tevan doubted they were after the same bounty. But before he finished that thought the kid said the opposite of what Tevan expected. “Yeah, that’s the one…” Tevan raised his eyebrow at the kid, if it was the same bounty the kid was going for why did he take such a long time examining the flier? The kid starting tearing at his meat and then swallowed it down with a glass of water.

“Name is…” The kid choked on the water he just drank and Tevan rolled his eyes. “...Taco… And I’m twenty-one.” He's kidding right? Taco? Tevan rubbed his eyes to stop himself from bursting out with laughter. Tevan sighed as he watched the kid request some toki toki sauce from a waiter in the most unpolite way possible. Tevan shook his head and mouthed "Sorry" to the waiter who stared at him in horror and then back at the kid before walking away. There's no way this kid is twenty-one. Whatever. Tevan shouldn't judge him too harshly. "Here's a fun little deal for you Taco." He adjusts his position so he can make direct eye contact with the kid and attempt to look intimidating. "You get to Garth Ansari before me and bring me his head, I'll double that bounty." The waiter came back with the kid's toki toki sauce and walked away almost immediately before Tevan could thank the waiter.

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[Enric Halcardas]

Enric landed his ship safely in the landing port on Mos Eisley. Long time no see, Mos Eisley. For the past month Enric's been isolating himself in his ship. He needed a break so he plonked the ship on an asteroid some where in between Naboo and Tatooine. His last job had been a rough one, he erased the thought of it from his mind. Before he left his ship, he did a deep clean of it's interior. He put the toys away in his bedroom and changed the sheets on his bed, he doused the small kitchen counter with a cleaning solution and re-organized the chaos that was his cockpit. He headed to the small closet on his ship and picked out something that wouldn't make him stand out. Earthy/neutral tones. He picked out a plain gray t-shirt and threw on a dark dusty brown vest over the top, he picked out some dark slacks. It took him a few minutes to find his desert-trekking shoes and he threw on his old trench coat. It was specially designed for the hot weather with a cooling layer built into the coat itself. It was one of Enric's first designs that went viral in Coruscant. He felt something square and rugged inside one of the pockets and pulled it out. Elaina. The two of them were standing outside their first house. He smiled and sighed, he put the picture of him and his ex-wife on the bedside table and headed out of his ship.

The rush of hot air felt rather pleasant across Enric's face. A droid came over to him, Enric signed the form and asked the droid to just re-fuel his ship. The droid bowed and left, the ramp to the ship closed and Enric headed forward into the city. He checked the time on his watch and it read 3pm. Enric wondered around the streets for a while, occasionally stopping to browse items on a market stall. The smell in the markets was extraordinary but it was beginning to overwhelm Enric's senses.

He headed into a hotel and took a breather, his stomach rumbled and he decided to visit the restaurant that was within the hotel. Enric scanned the room and noticed a young Twi'lek sitting adjacent from a human. Nobody else was in the room except for the staff themselves, he sauntered over to the counter and got some food. The employee handed him a plate of food and Enric walked over to the table the Twi'lek and the human were sitting at. "Mind if join you two?"

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

When Laeo had last arrived on Tatooine, it wasn't... intentional.

In a drunken stupor, the young criminal hadn't at all paid attention to where it was he was booking passage-- which was rather incredible, all things considered. The boy had managed to not notice the location on his boarding pass, nor the numerous mentions while on the ship of where it was he was actually going, and further still hadn't once even bothered asking-- despite the fact that he hadn't even known.

The trip itself was, all things considered... eventful. Laeonas had somehow managed to speak to a Sith and had wound up fighting alongside the abnormally tall humanoid to escape a number of thugs. He'd held a lightsaber-- a weapon that, months prior, the boy had believed was a legendary weapon that didn't even exist.

Things had only gotten wackier from there. What had been an attempted vacation in Tatooine's barren deserts (which retrospectively was probably one of the stupidest decisions he had ever made) turned into a nightmare as a sandstorm had rolled through and destroyed his camp. Following a scuff with some sandpeople, he'd wandered for an entire week with only the water they had been carrying, and it was only than that he'd found his way into a civilized town to drunkenly ramble with a few gangsters about a possible Krayt Dragon Pearl before wandering back to the spaceport.

Anyone else might decide that they wouldn't step foot on a planet like Tatooine again, and for the most part, the boy was included in that category. It had been years since that accidental trip, and any real thought of Tatooine always went back to the absolute worst of it's climate.

Yet there had been... something in the desert.

Whatever it was, Laeonas had felt pulled to this world, almost drawn to it. He couldn't gauge it's significance from afar, or really gather anything about it. Tatooine was a barren world with a pitifully tiny population-- really, it was a wonder any chose to live there at all, let alone travel.

Yet somehow Laeonas had decided to return to this world, for better or worse. He wanted to learn if what he'd felt in the desert was genuine... or merely the result of isolation and dehydration. Regardless, if he'd learned anything so far, it was that coincidences-- genuinely random events-- were rare next to those orchestrated by the force.

If he wanted to reach his limits, Laeonas would need to pursue every possible opportunity, and if that meant plodding around on some sand ball in the middle of nowhere, he would do it.

------

The clanking on the exit ramp came from a number of sources, but most prominent were a pair of higher-heeled combat boots. The human wearing them had an outfit that complimented the pair perfectly, with a flowing black duster that he'd purchased to avoid the skalding heat from the world's twin suns. Combined, the clothing was expensive enough, but the small emerald earrings Laeonas wore went beyond simple practicality and were beginning to range into the flamboyant.

Ofcourse, the most flamboyant part of it all was the human himself. For some odd reason, Laeonas had taken to wearing a heavy amount eyeshadow, which left the surrounding flesh around his eye sockets as pitch black as his boots. Contrasted against the human's pale skin (which would soon turn pink if he didn't find a roof to hide under) the boy might've looked like an odd mix between a hired assassin, and a gigolo.

Appearance aside, the boy was armed, and the demeanor he wore didn't suggest vulnerability. His eyes scanned the port, taking note of the ships and their pilots as he found his way outside.

The streets were abuzz with lives, and Laeonas barely had to stretch out to feel them in the force. He was already glad to see that his perceptions weren't as hazy as they were usually, and that prompted a grin.

He began walking again, a pep that previously hadn't existed now present in his steps.
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[Tacovean Delminar]

Spoiler: Music IC

Deal? Taco perked at the word. He absolutely loved deals! Last deal he made was with a Zeltron who had offered to pay him a visit if he would just pay for her cab fare. So of course he paid for the fare and now it was all Taco could do to stare at this armored guy and realize that the Zeltron had never actually paid him a visit, hey.

This other guy sure looked like he meant business though. Does he want to eat my eyes or..? Taco would not have put it past him. He heard people were like that sometimes. He just shifted subtly in his seat and met the man’s gaze while chewing on a rasher of meat dipped in toki toki sauce and gat dang was it as spicy as a Zeltron!

“I’ll do you one better, buddy,” Taco promised as he fought to maintain dignity and not scream from the spice. His eyes must have been bulging wide in that moment as they held back tears. “I’ll bring you Darth—Garth—Ansari’s head and his eyes.”

Finally! The hotel restaurant room place came alive with some music! Blues dripped from the ceiling speakers, likely delayed on account of hardly anyone sitting at the tables except a Human and a Twi’lek. Another Human arrived just then and asked to join the table of two bounty hunters because why not, hey? Yeah, why not just barge in on some random table? Why not waltz up to some random whozit and start speaking to them? I mean, who does that, really?

“Sure thing friendo take a seat.” Taco smiled. Crap, too nice. Bounty hunters ain’t nice! “I mean, why the hell should I care? Free planet, ain’t it?” With that, gruff-and-tough Taco kicked a chair out from beneath the table and jerked his head toward it in place of politely nodding for Grey Beard to take a seat.

“You a bounty hunter too?” Taco asked the older guy. “Me and this guy, we’re bounty hunters. That’s right. We hunt bounties. So you best watch yourself!” He suddenly wondered if this older guy might just punch him in the face. “Eheh...I mean...if you’re a bounty or somethin’ ahahaha!”

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[Tevan Dolm]

“I’ll do you one better, buddy,” Taco paused for a moment “I’ll bring you Darth—Garth—Ansari’s head and his eyes.” Suddenly the speakers in restaurant came alive and made Tevan jump slightly, he hadn't realised that another human had entered and was walking over to them with a plate of food. Why the HELL are you here? Tevan needed no introduction to the man that sauntered over to the table.

"Mind if join you two?" Enric stood before them and Taco was the first to speak “Sure thing friendo take a seat.” Taco smiled and Tevan noted the change of tone in his voice “I mean, why the hell should I care? Free planet, ain’t it?” Tevan looked away from Enric as he sat down on the chair Taco had kicked from under the table. “You a bounty hunter too?” Tevan slowly picked his helmet off the floor, he was ready to leave. “Me and this guy, we’re bounty hunters. That’s right. We hunt bounties. So you best watch yourself!” Tevan gave Taco a look that would kill the kid. “Eheh...I mean...if you’re a bounty or somethin’ ahahaha!” Tevan cut the conversation short as he got up. "Just bring me the fucking head kid, that's all" Tevan walked as fast as possible away from that table. Out of all the times to show up, why now? Why didn't you help me when I was stuck living in a cave for three years? Why didn't you show up when mother died? Tevan felt like he was going to throw up. As he walked out of the restaurant he took a quick glance outside, he thought about going for a walk but he started to feel dizzy. A man walked past the entrance of the hotel with an odd pep to his walk, and Tevan saw the emerald green earrings the man was wearing. They caught the sun and almost blinded Tevan. He headed back to his hotel room and locked the door behind him as he entered.

He took of his armor and his helmet. Before he managed to calm himself he threw his helmet against the wall in front of him with so much force it broke the coms unit BD-3 had installed. He washed his face and fell onto the large bed in the room. He pulled one of the pillows close to him and curled up into a ball and cried himself to sleep.

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[Enric Halcardas]

The Twi'lek looked up at Enric “Sure thing friendo take a seat.” He smiled “I mean, why the hell should I care? Free planet, ain’t it?” Enric raised his eyebrow questioning the kid in his head, the Twi'lek kicked the chair out from underneath the table. “You a bounty hunter too?” Enric sat down and pulled himself inwards, he picked up the knife and fork and started tearing the meat apart. “Me and this guy, we’re bounty hunters. That’s right. We hunt bounties. So you best watch yourself!” Enric glanced at the Human to his right and noticed he had picked up his helmet and Enric suppressed a chuckle. “Eheh...I mean...if you’re a bounty or somethin’ ahahaha!” Suddenly the Human to the right of him shot up "Just bring me the ******* head kid, that's all" The human fled from the restaurant, clearly the guy recognized Enric, he looked at the Twi'lek who seemed surprised and confused at the same time by his acquaintance's reaction.

"Bounty hunters aren't always nice, a lot of them like to make up lies to gain something from those younger than them...well at least back in my day anyway. Who was that anyway?" Enric paused and let the kid come up with an answer, there was something about the Human that Enric couldn't place. It didn't matter that much.

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

The boy wasn't sure of where his first destination would be. Mos Eisley was more a pit than a city, he recognized, and that was more than enough to encourage him to just wander out in the desert as he had previously. Still, the boy was reluctant to do that without so much as a single drink, which he was growing increasingly thirsty for under the hot desert sun.

Searching for the nearest spot to get a drink, Laeonas noticed a tacky looking sign advertising a "HOTEL AND BAR; GOOD FOOD, GOOD DRINKS, GOOD PRICES." The boy's exploratory mood wasn't very high, so ignoring the terrible advertising, Laeonas began walking towards the hotel. The only thing that broke his focus was the presence of an armored man leaving in the direction of what was probably the actual room section of the larger building. Emotion rippled off the man, and as he walked past Laeonas' head couldn't help but turn to keep his aquamarine gaze on the man.

He'd let the orbs, surrounded by blackened makeup trail after before he made his way inside.

The bar was flanked on the opposite side by a number of different tables. Scanning through the many who sat there, Laeonas got stares back. Many of the patrons were also carrying weapons, or they wore tattoos. To an extent he blended in with the crowd of explicit criminals, assassins, or bounty hunters-- and that was how he wanted to keep it going, for now.

Noticing an empty seat at the bar, the boy made his way over, casually sitting next to a twi'lek and a much older man in what appeared to be conversation. "Corellian ale." The boy muttered to the bartender, placing a singular 10-credit chip on the counter that found itself slipping into the hand of the tender.

He'd sit silently for a few seconds, tuning out the sounds around him before idly turning. Leaning a bit over the counter to make eye contact with the younger twi'lek, he'd ask, "Some guy in armor wandered out'f'ere a few minutes ago. 'E looked laike'e was feelin' worse than a pregnant bantha-- know what 'is deal was?"
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[Tacovean Delminar]

Spoiler: Music IC [Recurring]

Out of nowhere the other bounty hunter just cursed a storm Taco’s way and for a moment the Twi’lek thought the armored guy was gonna beat him to a pulp which would not be good on account of water, toki toki and some questionably textured meat just ingested. Not good for either of them.

Then the dude was up and out from the table like an atom up and at ‘em. The...hell does that mean? Who knows but Taco’s thoughts were racing faster than a Human boy in a podracer having no idea what he was doing or...something.

Should I follow him? Taco thought while chewing on the meat stuff. I mean he does know where the hell he’s going and I have absolutely no idea what the hell I’m doing so… Greybeard spoke up just then with a voice that flowed like whiskey—whatever the hell that meant. Taco nodded and wasn’t sure if it was to the speaker or to the speakers.

‘Back in my day’... He snickered. Of course the grandpa would use that line. It was old people’s favorite line everywhere in the galaxy, whether asscrack like Tatooine or assclap like Zeltros. “Him?” The Twi’lek whistled, taking rapid breaths as he endured the delicious toki toki sauce that fired his tongue.

“He’s my partner. My bounty hunting...bounty hunter...partner...sir.” Water cleared his throat before he cleared his throat and regained his tough guy voice. “What’s it to ya!? You goin’ after Garth too? Best get in line, bub.”

Just then some guy in a black duster strolled up with eyeshadow as dark as his duster and emerald earrings and boy did he look like a gigolo. Just what kinda hotel is this? Hopefully Taco’s hopes were in order because the moment he spotted a woman worthy of him he would put the moves on her quicker then you could say “toki toki”.

As the gigolo said...something...the Twi’lek sat there one eyebrow arched to the ceiling as the ears on either side of it tried to process what the hell accent that was. “Out...fear?” Taco blinked. “What's this about a lake now? Pregnant bantha?” He looked to Greybeard for support. “The hell’s this stripper saying?”

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[Enric Halcardas]

“Him?” Enric noticed that the spice from the toki toki sauce was beginning to bother the Twi'lek. “He’s my partner. My bounty hunting...bounty hunter...partner...sir.” The kid took a big gulp of water before he continued “What’s it to ya!? You goin’ after Garth too? Best get in line, bub.” Garth? Enric had no idea who that was. But if that guy was this kid's bounty hunting partner Enric would have to set him straight. Although before Enric could even reply to the Twi'lek, a striking young man wearing a black duster coat and emerald earrings sat next to the Twi'lek. Enric had to blink a few times just to make sure he wasn't imaging the man. "Some guy in armor wandered out'f'ere a few minutes ago. 'E looked laike'e was feelin' worse than a pregnant bantha-- know what 'is deal was?"

“Out...fear?” The kid was clearly confused by the man's accent and Enric had to stop himself from chuckling “What's this about a lake now? Pregnant bantha?” The kid looked at Enric with a face that looked like a mixture of worry and confusion “The hell’s this stripper saying?” "Brentaal right? I've only been there once before. Don't remember much from that visit though." Enric looked at the new guy that sat down before looking back at the Twi'lek and sighed "If that guy really is your bounty hunting partner, then I'll go talk to him." Enric got up from the chair and paused behind the man who just arrived and bent down to whisper in his ear "A bit sudden, I know, but I'll give you 10,000 credits to look after this kid and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid whilst I go set his partner straight." He left the new guy and the Twi'lek at the bar to go find the armored man.

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

The human's jaw hung agape as he heard the twi'lek boy speak, and his aquamarine eyes would blink repeatedly, since he wasn't sure if he had just heard correctly. His pale skinned face shown red, both with embarrassment and white hot rage. The twi'lek had somehow managed to insult his sexuality and his accent, which was sending him spinning internally. Laeonas couldn't help but look down at himself-- in a black jacket that extended past his knees-- and wonder how high on spice or how stupid this twi'lek really was.

Mouth closing, the boy took in a deep breathe, preparing to go off on a very long and very loud rant about what a fool the twi'lek was, how he ought to have the shit beaten out of him, all peppered with a number of slurs regarding intelligence and related to his mother's sexuality. His finger trembled as it pointed at the twi'lek, and he'd barely gotten a "Now LISTEN 'ERE YA-" out before the other human interrupted him.

His focus shifted to the man who apparently knew where Laeonas was actually from. With his interests piqued, the boy's attention was temporarily drawn away from the presumably mentally challenged alien. He seemed to be addressing what Laeonas had spoken about as well... rather than call him a stripper and act like what he was saying was completely unintelligible.

The additional offer of payment for the rather... basic service of essentially babysitting a twi'lek stupid enough to think a fully clothed man carrying a multitude of weapons was a stripper sounded far to easy. Laeonas wasn't left with time to think it over as the older man found his way out of the cantina, but the boy managed to yell "Ai would've done it fer faive'undred!" as a last reply.

At any given time, Laeonas had a handful of credit accounts filled with just enough credits to not wind up getting closed. It left him with just enough to make a number of purchases-- for transport, for basic supplies, for ammunition, and if he saved for long enough, nice clothes.

10,000 credits was a lot for him-- storing it would be difficult, but he obviously wanted to get his hands on the credits before the boy started worrying about where he'd put them. That meant he had to complete his job-- by making sure the twi'lek didn't wind up doing something "stupid."

Turning, Laeonas forced out an inordinately toothy smile. Judging by how the muscles in his face seemed to overcompensate, it was obvious that he wasn't used to such displays of friendliness.

"So, seems our older friend is gonna go grab yer armored one." Laeonas would say, forcing himself to maintain a friendly disposition as he turned back to the barkeep. "Correllian ale, two rounds fer tha both'f us." He asked, to which the tender provided the drinks he requested allmost immediately. Downing a swig of his own, he'd gesture to the twi'lek, encouraging him to do the same.

"Ai doubt we'll be 'ere fer long, but, 'til than, we maight as well enjoy ourselves-- even if ya can barely understand anythin' Ai'm sayin'." Laeonas continued, the friendly facade cracking slightly as a bit of venom slipped into his words towards the end. "Just know that while I'm not an... well, a karkin' prostitute, Ai am here ta make sure ya enjoy yerself!"
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[Enric Halcardas]

"Ai would've done it fer faive'undred!" A smile crept along Enric's face as he walked out of the restaurant, he paused at the reception to ask what room the armored man was staying in. "That would've been..." The receptionist flicked through the guest book sitting on the counter beside him "Tevan Dolm, he's staying in 132, that's at the far end of the corridor on the left hand side." Enric was stunned Tevan? THAT WAS TEVAN??? "Is everything okay, sir?" The receptionist looked at Enric with a confused look. "Yes, sorry. My son..." Enric shrugged "Ah, makes sense as to why you asked." Enric wasn't sure how much the receptionist believed him but he thanked him regardless and walked towards the direction of room 132. No wonder he stormed off like that. The kid probably despises me.

Within a few minutes he found himself outside of room 132 and Enric took a deep breath before knocking. "Tevan?" He paused and waited for a response, he heard some minor shuffling inside the room. "Tevan, look. I know it seems like I abandoned you. But for the record I only learned of your existence a few months ago when I sold Elaina's shop on Naboo. I would've shown up sooner if I knew about you. I don't even know why Elaina hid you from me. Whether you believe me or not is up to you. But you need to apologize to that Twi'lek of yours and go hunt that bounty, I'll be in the restaurant with the Twi'lek and another gentleman. Okay?" He waited for a moment but heard nothing and headed back to the restaurant.

He found the man and the Twi'lek with two glasses of corellian ale. He surprised the man by wrapping his rather large arms around his neck and shoulders (in what was supposed to be a comforting way). He looked at the Twi'lek "That was my son...he hasn't seen me in a while. But I spoke to him and I assume he'll back to apologize to you at some point." Enric paused and looked back to the man his arms were wrapped around. "Meanwhile, I have some credits to transfer." He bent down low and whispered into the man's ear again. "If you'd ever like an arse to rail with that spear of yours, just let me know." He winked and sat down beside the man on the chair and awaited for their responses.

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[Tacovean Delminar]

Spoiler: Music IC [Recurring]

Taco had been quite interested in what the gigolo was going to say before he had a chance to say much. Listen? Oh he was listening all right but then Greybeard interrupted the beginning of the outburst.

Truth be told, Taco was less interested in maintaining a tough guy persona and more interested in hearing more of the guy’s funny accent. Listen…’ere… He mimed in his thoughts. Nah...needs more ‘ere and less ‘ere.

“Fave oondred?” Taco mimed, this time out loud. He wasn’t even trying to be insulting at this point; he was genuinely just trying to comprehend the accent by mimicking it as best he could. “Ohhh five hundred,” he mumbled to himself.

Then the gigolo smiled something seriously creepy and so Taco just kind of leaned away in his chair and tried to look away but couldn’t. Taco’s boat didn’t float the same way that this guy’s did and maybe it was time to confess that the Twi’lek was sixteen years old and not twenty-one?

No, dipshit, shut up! Gigolo was about to buy them both drinks and this was one sixteen-year-old who would not pass that up. Taco smiled something far more normal than his counterpart did and studied the ale for a moment. It’s...like an ocean…

“Hey no sweat, hey!” He reassured his new friend. “I think we’re gonna get along just fine and we won’t need any prozzies to have a good time, hey!” He thought about whether those words were strung together correctly then raised his glass.

“To Mandalorians, prostitutes and the friends we make on the way!” Then he downed the ale in one go, coughed something fierce and blamed it on the toki toki.

When Greybeard arrived spouting something about a son, Taco looked down into his suspiciously empty glass. “I hope the armored guy comes back soon. Need to get this bounty sorted out. First I need another drink!” Empty glass waves between both men.

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