Csillian Sunrise (Open to ALL Chiss)

[jpchewy01]

The shuttle landed on the platform and made a hiss sound as the pressure released and the doors opened. Prard'ora'nuruodo was the first person off the shuttle and breathed his first Csillian breath in a very long time. As he walked towards customs, he took note of the changes made to the home he once knew. New buildings as tall of his eye could see covered his view. Most of it was the same as he had seen it last, but some buildings had new logos on them and most of the billboards and signs were different. He arrived at the customs building and was welcomed through the military wing. Once all of his papers were in order, he was greeted by his chauffeur. I love the perks of an officer, thought Doran. The chauffeur opened the door to the sleek landspeeder and Doran got in. He turned to the chauffeur and asked, "What's a good cantina around here?"

The chauffeur thought for a moment and replied, "There's one on the military base that people really enjoy."

"Take me there."

They arrived at the cantina and the chauffeur provided his contact information should Doran require his services again. Doran kindly accepted and walked into the cantina. It was a clean club with a live band playing jazz. Many soldiers were wearing their uniforms. Doran sat at the bar and asked for a drink. He drank and looked around. Life would be quiet for a while, and that was good.

 

[Lavi]

"Another'ound..." Hess'iga'nuruodo gestured to the bartender. She was a little (read: really) drunk, having had a number of drinks already; her head was face down on the table, hiding her rather blank expression. Completely oblivious to her surroundings, she waited for the solid thud of a cup being placed in front of her before raising her head and downing the entire thing almost instantly.

Work had been stressful lately: having just gotten off of a mission outside of the Ascendancy, Hess'iga'nuruodo took the first opportunity to head to the bar and clear her head from the stuff that she had to do. It was almost painful to deal with the non-Chiss.

 

[jpchewy01]

Prard'ora'nuruodo turned to his left to see an extremely drunk woman. He watched as she looked up and struggled to hold another drink. After it was downed in a split second, the cup (and the woman's face) was back on the table. Doran was suddenly interested. This woman could drink like the toughest men he knew. She was a complete stranger and a mystery to him. He liked mysteries.

Prard'ora'nuruodo moved to a seat next to her and examined her for a moment. As expected, he had never met the woman, however, he may have seen her on the shuttle over. He would ask about that if he got the chance to talk to her sober. He leaned over and put his hand on the woman's shoulder, "Hey there. Are you OK?"

 

[Lavi]

Someone was trying to rouse her. She gave an audible sigh, thinking it was her CO. It wasn't the first time she was caught completely drunk in the bar by her CO, and the last instance was particularly unpleasant (and led to more drinking).

"I'm-off dooty," she moaned, "don' lekcha me 'bout durrinks agin."

Hess'iga'nuruodo avoided raising her head, unwilling to look at who she assumed was her CO. Her face remained flat on the table.

 

[jpchewy01]

The woman talked in slurred speech and said something about being off duty. She must have thought that he was there to stop her from drinking. Well it couldn't be more to the contrary. The last thing he wanted to do while on leave was lecture a drunk woman in a club. All Doran wanted to do was learn a little more about this woman. But she was being difficult. He didn't want to make her angry or start a bar fight. He probably should have just left her alone. But the woman still interested him. He had to learn more. So he leaned over again and said, "My name is Prard'ora'nuruodo and I'm not here to lecture you. I just want to talk."

 

[Lavi]

She lifted her head at the name. Although her mind was a bit foggy, she caught the Nuruodo bit of his name, which clearly meant military.

"Hesh'iga'norrodo," she tried to say, though her slurring made her name a little vague. Then her mind snapped back towards the Nuruodo bit of the other's name. He could report her, having her name and face.

"Don' reporr me," Hess'iga'nuruodo warned him, turning her head and pointing a finger at Prard'ora'nuruodo. However, her drunkenness caused her arm to waver rather pitifully as she pointed. "Don' reporr me."

 

[jpchewy01]

The drunken woman was clearly scared. She thought he was going to report her. He watched as she pitifully attempted to point at him and warn him. He was beginning to get somewhere with this woman. Perhaps now his fascination would cease. It didn't. He still wanted to know more. He wanted to know why this woman was so drunk and why she was so scared. Oh the fixations of boredom.

He looked straight into her eyes and said, "I'm not going to report you. I was just checking to see if you were OK. Why are you drinking so much?

 

[Lavi]

She relaxed a little: he said that he wasn't going to report her for getting drunk. She leaned over the table, resting her head in her arms, but kept her unfocused eyes directed to Prard'ora'nuruodo.

"Cuz," was all that Hess'iga'nuruodo could muster to answer the Chiss man's question. She really didn't feel like talking about her work.

 

[jpchewy01]

The woman seemed to be getting annoyed. She was a tougher egg to crack than he had originally thought. Prard'ora'nuruodo was loosing interest. He didn't want to work hard to learn about this person, so he decided to lay off. He raised his hand and motioned at the bartender, "I'll have another please." He began to drink and sat back. Looking at the woman, Hess'iga'nuruodo, he said, "Well if you don't wanna talk, we can just drink." He was content with that. He could just sit and wait until he finished having his little fun.

 

[Cyril Khan]

Military life was most dull between missions: that's what most people thought. Yet even during the calmest of days, Soran never ceased to do some form of work. Usually that involved some form of extracurricular studying. However, in the case of his current line of work, few of his interests could be called extracurricular. This day, being a few days from an important missions, he finally decided to try to relax a different way.

The bar was busy to say the least, and Soran couldn't help but orient himself to everyone's position. A few people looked at him strangely: his skin was paler than most and his eyes glowed less. He didn't try to familiarize himself with anyone particular and walked straight to the bar. He didn't know what drink to order. What were the names of the popular ones? Perhaps it didn't matter that much.

"I'll take a fine ale."

 

[Lavi]

Realizing that the Nuruodo was leaving her alone, Hess'iga'nuruodo gave a slight smile, turning to the bartender and gesturing for another small drink before resting her head on the table again, facedown, like before.

At the mention of "fine ale," Hess'iga'nuruodo thought it was the bartender mentioning the drink he was getting for her, not the person who she did not notice sitting down nearby. "Ale'ztoo weak. Morr spirt [she means spirit]."

 

[Cyril Khan]

"I thought Ale was a popular drink." Soran didn't drink often, but he felt embarrassed that a patron (or what appeared to be one) had already correct him. He had yet to realize that she mistook him for the bartender. After all, he fantasized that there would be drink connoisseurs in places like these. The fact that she was blatently drunk only made him think she knew more about what she was talking about. Even when he studied undercover on Coruscant, he didn't encounter many drunks. It didn't occur to him that she was looking for more.

"It's probably not good for a single drink. What would you do for that, having only one before heading out?" Why bother with a mediocre drink when you could go with an excellent classic? He didn't get alcohol very often, and it didn't come to mind until then that he should spend his money wisely. Of course, he didn't know how to do that. He knew of spirits, but the difference between the types were lost on him. Being a xenophiliac, he couldn't help but regret his ignorance. Drinks were a thing that connected all cultures, minus the highly exotic and lethal varieties.

 

[Lavi]

"Mm?" Hess'iga'nuruodo turned her head towards him, looking completely confused. "I wasn' talk'n ta you."

When her next drink came, Hess'iga'nuruodo looked at it wearily. It didn't strike her that the drink was what she had been ordering the past hour or so.

"Iz dis spirt?" she asked the bartender, who promptly replied with 'yes.'

Hess'iga'nuruodo stared at her drink for another few seconds, then downed the entire thing, followed by head-desking the table and gave an audible sigh. She forgot the newcomer was there.

 

[jpchewy01]

Prard'ora'nuruodo looked at the newcomer and sighed. He turned to the bartender and asked him what was the most popular drink on the menu. It just so happened to be the one that Hess'iga'nuruodo had just downed.

Doran told the bartender, "I'll have two of those then. One for me and one for that man right there."

He turned to the newcomer, smiled, and said, "Don't mind her. She's had a little too much to drink."

 

[Travis]

Felm'eistri'nurudo shook his head in confusion and frustration as he entered this particular "establishment." Why some officers choose to spend their off hours loading themselves up with alcohol and other mind dulling intoxicants was beyond him. Even though he read most Chiss cantinas were mild compared to what lesser species had, it was enough for him to feel agitated. These were officers of the Chiss Ascendancy's military force, not a bunch of human deviants who lived without guidance or structure.

He wouldn't even have been here except he had orders. It had taken more time than he desired, but he tracked the officer down through the driver he used. After a quick review of the man's image to refresh his memory, Meistrin entered the cantina and began his search. It didn't take long before he found the officer he was looking for.

With punctuality and precision, he walked up to the man, offered a salute, and said, "Wing Commander Prard'ora'nuruodo, I am Lieutenant Felm'eistri'nurudo. I was ordered to report to you as soon as you arrived on planet."

 

[jpchewy01]

Prard'ora'nuruodo looked up at the lieutenant. He was definitely a soldier. He bore many similarities to Doran, he was precise, calculating, and punctual. But he didn't know how to relax. This man had approached him while off duty and was reporting to a senior officer in a bar. The kid had balls though. Doran said to him, "Can this wait until I get to my office? I'm off duty right now and I'd love to have some time to relax before I got back on the job. By the way, what is this about anyways?"

 

[Travis]

Meistrin stood at attention as he responded, "I am sorry sir, but I had orders to find you as soon as possible after you landed. They did not include for me to wait until you reported for duty. My orders are to report to you for tactical fleet combat exercises. As you are most certainly aware, war is coming and the Ascendancy must be prepared. Our enemies may rest, but we are Chiss, we do not have the weaknesses of the lesser species."

 

[jpchewy01]

Prard'ora'nuruodo looked at the man for a long time. He probably wasn't going to like this man, but he was going to have to work with him. Maybe he could change him, but then again, maybe he didn't want to. This man could make a good XO. He considered what the man said and thought about his schedule. He chuckled to himself and told the man, "My combat exercises aren't until tomorrow. But since you won't leave, why don't you join me for a drink?"

 

[Travis]

Drink? No, not likely. It was too unprofessional and too much like what the lesser species liked to indulge in. "I can stay, but I will not partake in alcohol." He didn't like these types of places. There were plenty of Chiss around that were soiling their heritage and honor by drinking themselves to the point of intoxication. It was a disgrace, but it was one that was beyond his control.

 

[jpchewy01]

Prard'ora'nuruodo looked at the lieutenant. He knew his type: Fresh out of the academy. The universe was his to conquer. Doran used to be like him, until he began to actually perform military duties. He was quickly turned into a cynic just like everyone else. There was no place for idealism in war. That was lesson one of war.

"Suit yourself," Doran told the lieutenant, "I hope you don't mind if I partake though."

At that, he took a sip of his drink and said, "So, Lieutenant Felm'eistri'nurudo, tell me about how you feel about this 'coming war'."