Open Blue Milk & Broken Jaws

[Atuu Skirata]

JunkFort Station, Outer Rim
The Blue Milk Bathhouse & Cantina
13:37 Planetary Time
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Atuu had only heard about JunkFort Station in passing, while on trade runs and the various horrid dives that dotted the station. This in fact was one of them; The Blue Milk Bathhouse & Cantina was a den of dens. Blasters openly displayed mixed with the occasional working girl, stacked on top of cheap booze so poorly made it could make your eyes eyes go blind. This was The Blue Milk, and apparently also sold the best deep fried gorg this side of the rim.

Looking over his shoulder at young Rezyl, forgetting he in fact was taller than him and needing to adjust his gaze from chest to head "Well, I don't know about you but I'm starving and I heard they also make bluemilkshakes..." Mentally preparing himself for literally anything he could imagine, Atuu felt beyond out of his zone in this den but hunger trumps instinct and he could smell the deep fryer from the auto-door he was standing in.

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[Garr Thanewulf]

A trip back to Eriadu from Jabiim along the Triellus Trade Route had brought one Garr Thanewulf into the dank confines of Junkfort Station. He could never say no to a cheap drink and a (mostly) soft bed, especially after several hours of being stuffed in a transport with mothers and their screaming children. It wasn't the best establishment on the station, but it'd serve well to numb his headache without absolutely devastating his wallet, he hoped - you always had to be wary of pickpockets in the Outer Rim.

Garr had already sat himself down at the bar, nursing a Tatooine Sunburn between his bare hands as he listened to the environment surrounding him. The hiss of the auto-door behind him prompted him to angle his head to the side, his eyes gliding over the armoured form standing in the entrance. The first thing to catch his attention was T-visor adorning the individual's helmet - a Mandalorian. He smiled to himself, he had always wanted to meet one of them in person and buy them a drink, especially considering the legends he read about their culture.

For now, he'd sit pretty and bide his time while he waited to see how the rest of the cantina would react to the sudden presence of the warrior.

His drink didn't last long after that, however.

 

[Skudru Vizsla]

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It wasn't Skud's first time passing through the JunkFort - a few odd jobs here, a couple roundtrips there - but it was the first time he'd had a proper layover. Fresh off the salty crack of Sedri. In a way he was glad to be off the junker that'd brought him along, a dingy old freighter that smelled like dead stink-fish one way and twenchok the way back. The oh-so-prestigious perks of running for water worlds.

Anywhere that had the prospect of hot food and entertainment was better than nothing to Skudru Vizsla but it wasn't until the door slid open and let the sweat smell of deep fried gorg reach his sense that the deal was sealed, stepping into the larger room only to all but recoil and dip his gaze to set sight on another warrior.

Rarely did the Vizsla find himself grinning at strangers, much less when said strangers were firmly in his way but this was an exception. Stood still as stock and piled as just high, Skud couldn't help but pipe up from behind the lingering pair. "Well-Well... Coming or going?"

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[Leon Terrick]

Leon sat at the bar alone, sipping on a Blue Milkshake. He had stopped at JunkFort for some routine maintenance on The Seeker, his Dynamic II freighter and decided to come enjoy a milkshake while he waited. Instead of his usual uniform, he wore a simple gray shirt and black pants though he did have his Glie-44 holstered under his right arm, his Frontier-90 holstered on the small of his back and his Sector Ranger badge in its normal place on his belt.

Voxx, his P-0TC Surveillance Drone sat itself on the counter, with its photoreceptor pointed behind Leon, almost watching his back. This was a pretty lawless station and Leon wasn't stupid. He doubted anyone would bother a Sector Ranger but wanted to be sure he knew they were coming if they did.

Leon leans back slightly, stretching his back and stifling a yawn before taking a cursory glance around the Cantina as the Auto doors opened. He took note of the individual standing in the doorway, but ultimately returned to his milkshake, settled down and went back to listening to the sounds of the cantina.

 

[Del Nordo]

The gorg was a disappointment.

Del wiped his fingers and pushed the half eaten plate out of reach. This galaxy was nothing if not disappointing, but that just made it sting all the worse: a man can’t even have faith in a good meal when he needs it. It’s a pitiful thing indeed, but Nordo wasn’t really here for dinner.

Having finished with the pretense of a meal, Del leaned further back in his seat and let the shadows in the corner slip over him. The Rodian three tables away had a handful of misdemeanors. No crime to small, but he was a very little fish in a place like this. The bar had a bothan enforce trying to lose himself in corellian whiskey, and a few stools to the side was a man a little too well dressed to fit in. Del wouldn’t lose track of that one, but the action at the door was grabbing everyone’s attention now, and with good reason. Not one, but two Mandolorians; can’t buy that kind of luck. Now if both of them were perfectly reasonable law abiding citizens, that would send Del back to church; but he wasn’t counting on it, not here.

Still, none of these were fights Del wanted or came for, especially the tin-men. Lida Moorn was a bookie for a few a people he was really hoping to have a conversation with. Unfortunately she was on a date across the room with a roundish man who clearly led with his purse strings. Real pair of young lovers these two.

Del poured an ounce of the local dust juice through his breather,and zero’d in on the woman’s body language. He had a few of her ticks picked out when he caught a flash of something on a man’s belt at the bar. Well, if that wasn’t a twist of the screw. Another ranger just putting it all out there for the this whole rat infested sin pit to see. It was all he could do to stay in his seat, but if he approached the man know, Del would out himself. Already he could pick out a few narrow eyes being turned towards his fellow officer.

No rest for the wicked.

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[Rezyl Azzir]

Rezyl was used to being on the move, he had been for some time but he never had got used to being in space, the enclosed spaces, the lack of a sky or a horizon just put him off-kilter for some reason that he didn't understand himself, he hoped it would fade but for now it was something he dealt with.

Though travelling with Atuu wasn't so bad for Rezyl, he believed he could learn a lot from him, though his choices for places to eat could be better "You sure you want to eat at this place? I don't think their food safety is their prime concern."

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[Atuu Skirata]

The place was veritably packed as Atuu took another harder look before returning to Rezyl's comment "I'm so hungry I'd ask them to deep fry you right about now. So you bet your skinny ass I'm going to eat here." He said while cocking his head to the side before hearing another comment from behind. Turning slightly he was almost shocked at the sight of another T-visor and the massive lad that was behind him "Coming, my stomach is doing flips for some food. You?" Atuu asked while taking a step in the door and to the side to allow for the other man to walk with him and Rezyl if he too was coming in.

While he listened for either of their responses Atuu took another moment to survey the crowd congregated at the bar. Some humans or near humans mostly and what looked to be a kel-dor from behind. As he was doing so the band's Kloo Horn player let out a sharp note causing a handful of patrons and Atuu to pay him some attention. Shouting in some alien language as he shoved a very drunk patron who bumped in to him, who promptly raised a hand in apology. Clearly not understanding the angered band member and moving back towards a table.

"See if we can find a spot at the counter?" Atuu asked, gearing it toward Rezyl & the other mandalorian if he had been coming.

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[Garr Thanewulf]

Garr's smile widened when he saw not one, but two Mandalorians standing near the entrance of the establishment. He turned to the bartender who was currently cleaning a tumbler with a cloth and set down a handful of credit chips in front of him. "Tell the Mandalorians their first round of drinks is on me," Garr muttered just loud enough for the man to hear, "Oh, and get me a Chandrilan raava if you have it."

He wasn't just a fanboy, as some would think - he had an ulterior motive for getting cosy with the Mandalorians of all people. They were a rare sight, especially on a backwater such as JunkFort, and they possessed skills that would make Garr's life easier as a bounty hunter if he could get them to teach him a thing or two. But he was getting ahead of himself, first, he'd have to actually talk to them.

Easier thought than done, he supposed.

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[Skudru Vizsla]

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Skudru's grin settled to a smirk as he listened to the pair, letting out an amused hum "Good man! -- Coming, coming for sure. Belly's aching, mate." his moaning was cut short by an offkey whine from a Kloo Horn, brows knitted he continued through to get the three of them something to eat. Making an effort to voice himself as he made past a couple of patrons, offering another a little physical prompting.

Nestled against a counter, Skudru found himself pleasantly surprised. It wasn't often you got yourself a free drink on a backwater like JunkFort but just as quickly as surprise came it turned to suspicion. Respectful enough a recipient however, he was swift meet what was given once the barkeep had pointed him in the right direction. "Ay, 'keep, make that four fried gorgs and muja sauce if you've got it." He corrected as his visor bore pointedly towards the bearded man in question.

The T-visor lingered, curious eyes behind it obscured by it's tinted transparisteel but a mere moment later the helmet was tipped.

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