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'Bout time we had another social thread, wouldn't you say, partners? Let's all settle down for a nice beer in the ol' saloon and kick our feet up. We've earned it. (Also, just an FYI, talking "Southern" about killed me just now. Don't expect to hear me do that often.)

Back at the Saloon once more. Sasha looked up at the flickering sign, sighing tiredly before shaking his head. Long mission after another. It was getting to the point where he could barely keep his eyes open long enough to get a glass or two in his system before he collapsed into bed. Certainly, gone were the days when he used to party like a moron and bring a humanoid home every night, alcohol suppressing his brain power under a heavy fog. Now, he figured he should get out and try to socialize. Or, at least, go out and pretend he was socializing so Cere wouldn't send him to a psychiatrist.

He always waved her off. He was fine. There was no reason to worry about his mental health. Just because he was too exhausted to socialize didn't mean he was becoming suicidal. He didn't draw energy from people. He drew energy from being left the hell alone until he chose to emerge from his domain. How hard was it for people to understand? He'd hired Cere because she would keep her mouth shut and not bother him. ... Then again, it was sort of nice to have someone care about him.

In any case, he was fine. He'd have a couple drinks, get a buzz, and then be on his way. And he definitely wouldn't try to climb Kartan like a tree if he spotted the burly man inside the Saloon. Totally not.
 

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Aaron had just returned from the Daedalus. He'd only been to the Saloon a handful of times, and only been in the Rangers 3 months or so. Time to meet some new people. Wearing his typical outfit of a duster over his beskar'gam, Aaron strode into the bar. It wasn't that he wanted a fight, it was just liquor and any possible...bad feelings towards his people didn't usually mix well. Besides, it was kinda nice to get out of his helmet from time to time. The best part about this place was they kept a case of ne'tra gal around. Mando black ale was hard to come by. As he grabbed a glass and began to take a drink, Aaron noticed the bar's other occupant.

"Hi, name's Aaron Nynir. Nice ta meet ye."
 
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She liked the Saloon. It was - quiet. In its own way, at least, when hours spent patrolling the perimeter, or watching from the highest points she could reach of the fort would lead to Shyon packing up her rifle and making her way down to the social gathering point of the Rangers who lived in the walls. During the day it could be relatively crowded and loud, with plenty of chances to meet others. Or really there would have been plenty of chances if others understood that Shyon just wasn't much of a talker, at least in the traditional sense. But in their defense, it wasn't like Shyon spent as much time in the Saloon as she might have liked for others to begin to learn that. But it wasn't like the thugs and seedier elements of the world would blow their own heads across the walls so Shyon was doing both they and the community at large a service by sacrificing her time and ammunition to do so.

As always the phrik carrying case of her rifle was in one hand and when she found a table she liked, the table shook lightly with the heavy case being put on top of it. Shyon dusted out some of the grime from the fouling grooves with one finger before looking to the bar. There weren't many others in the saloon at all and that meant not many people would complain if - Serenity looked at her rifle case and then back to the bar. Well, any complaints about taking up space were pretty moot considering she was one of only a tiny handful of people in the saloon right then. With that decided the mute sniper picked up her case from the table and headed over to the bar. With a heavy thud she brought it down onto the bar once she'd gotten close enough, pulled a stool close enough to sit on, and set to work undoing the latches to reveal one of her most prized possessions inside. It was left just where it was long enough for Serenity to retrieve the pieces to a cleaning kit from her LBEs before undoing the belts on that for the whole ensemble to rest on the floor by her chosen stool. With no particular room claimed by the mute sniper as of yet, she made do where she could for this sort of work.

Slowly drawing the 25mm monster from its case to set to work cleaning it from the past several days' hunting, Serenity looked to see none other than the seemingly very pensive and angry little man she'd come to learn was called Sasha. Of course, Sasha was a rather feminine name, but Serenity tried not to be too judgmental about the man. Instead she offered a small smile and a tilt of the head, waving with one hand while with the other she worked on extracting the bolt from her rifle.
 
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