Open Corellia Boasting on an Open Fire

[Praaz Cungo]

"You ever been to Zeltros? You ain't even seen the Galaxy 'til you been there. Tell you somethin', they love a man with some facial hair there."

From his carefully chosen booth in the bar, Praaz waxed lyrically about his many travels. Always a tale to tell about a planet, and Zeltros was a good one for attracting attention. Everyone wanted to hear about empathetic space ladies. He'd been to Zeltros once, 'bout twenty years back with the wife. Nice beaches, though the ladies didn't do much for him. And they certainly hadn't liked the sideburns.

"Even a guy like you could strike it lucky," he said, pointing to a stoic Devaronian, "might need a few more creds than the rest of us, but..." The implied insult hung in the air, making a couple of people laugh but leaving the regulars on edge. Praaz knew that if the higher-ups knew he was stirring shit in a bar with suspected criminal links like this, they'd kick his hide from here to Tatooine, but what the brass didn't know wouldn't hurt them. Sometimes you gotta shake a tree real hard to see what falls out.

Praaz was hoping for something spicy to haul back for evidence. Sitting in the booth, two arms spread out across the back of his seat, the other two holding a bottle. His blasters holstered, but never far away. Least he'd had the good sense to hide the badge.

Spoiler: OOC

Come cause some fuss. Maybe fight crime too, if you feel like it.

 

[Kotii Solus]

Kotii gave a genuine chuckle at hearing Praaz's tale. It was a little muffled as his voice was from behind his helmet. The irony of his own appearance being unknown to most people he came across added to the humor of the story. However the bounty hunter had not been to Zeltros before. If he ever did visit though he would probably have invested in some good filters just to avoid the pheromones' that they let off. The thought of something influencing his mind was about as bad as someone trying to use the Force to mind trick him.

Black Hand, as he was known in the Bounty Hunting Guild, had a drink that was made mostly of a partially frozen cocktail that was shaved into the glass and melting over time. An orange silly straw extended up from the half consumed glass which is how he had been drinking up until this point. Getting another sip and dropping the level of his beverage a little lower. But it gave him a mild brain freeze which caused his crimson eyes to squint for a moment behind his helmet.

As a Mandalorian he did not have much in the way of stories for outsiders. Sure he had plenty, but telling stories took skill and sharing personal adventures also was against the covert agenda. Mostly the badger kept to himself and to business. It was simpler that way and safer for his House. For now he was waiting for some of his fellow Mandalorians to arrive. Some time had been taken to make sure that proper licenses had been updated or otherwise 'illegal' equipment kept at home.

Kotii himself was partially Corellian and had a passing interest in the world. But a staging before moving on a proletariat bounty could be good. There were times when even Mandalorians ruled Corellian space. Perhaps they would again eventually. Either way, the planet's shipbuilding history was a marvel in its own right that Kotii would immerse himself in before leaving.

@Charndley

 

[Cayde Isla]

Corellia, in a way, was similar to Cayde's homeworld of Tatooine. There was your fair share of scum and villainy and several places where you can get your ship repaired, scrapped, or get a completely new starship. The main and most obvious difference to Cayde was the amount of water that made Carellia such a blue and damp planet. Everything was wet- even indoors like the bar he sat in was humid and an occasional dripping of water from a leak somewhere could be heard.

Cayde loved it all.

He particularly enjoyed visiting planets that had a huge contrast to Tatooine. There were always connections he could make to compare two or more to the infamous sandy wasteland in the Outer Rim.

Cayde smiled at the comment the stranger made, but didn't laugh. He found the joke mildly amusing, so he only smiled and took a sip from his ice water. His spot against the wall aloud him to easily see all four corners of the room so he could leave the bar if unwanted attention came to the EX-Jedi. He spotted a Mandalorian and found himself marveling at the man's armor. Red and Black- very intimidating, but Cayde sensed a deep and hard-fought purpose through the Force that resonated with the man wearing the beskar.

He closed his eye to further magnify the focus that brought him feelings of valor and hardship, love and long-suffering- Cayde wouldn't have expected any less from such a warrior. Cayde began wondering about his story, and began fantasizing about Mandalorian's in combat- a sight Cayde only hoped he'd be able to see one day.

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