I'd Have a Beer!

[Darth Valravus]

Location: Tarko-Se, Cato Neimodia
Time: HAPPY HOUR (after this thread)
Participants: @Darasuum @Logan (anybody else that wants in on this)
Theme: Bad Guy ❅ Billie Eilish.

Why had she had to stop to get her arms wrapped up? She had practically crushed the medical droid with her bear hands because it had taken too long. Zan wanted a drink. She wanted some hard drugs. She wanted sex. If the Crusader could not get those things then she would probably head back to fighting pit to let out her pent up unsatisfied energy.

Dried blood still clung to her armor. The bandages around her upper arms crisscrossed one another. The knife wielding codru-ji that had given her all the cuts had been accurate enough to not hit the actual arm plates. The rest of her was otherwise fine. The blood that had spattered her face had not been wiped away completely. Zan had not wanted to ruin deep makeup.

There were holo projectors inside the bar she entered. Some of them even replaying the fight that had happened not that long ago. A few heads turned to look at her as the new arrival and few more seemed to realize they had just witness the same woman kill four people in melee combat. None of them had been worthy as trophies to the Deucalian.

To start she saddled up to the bar. Zan stood over the shorter man that was taking up more space than necessary. There was only a foot of bar space but the woman decided to make it work and shouldered, or rather hip checked the man to the side causing him to nearly spill his drink into the person next to him. Zan did not bother the women to her right. They seemed more like potential prospects for later that evening but she did not care about the diminutive male.

He gut out half a swear word before turning and looking at her chest. She could not blame him. It was eye level for him. But his expression paled as his chin rose to look up at her and looked passed her towards one of the holo projectors that showed her performing a brutal neck snap. But Zan's eyes narrowed, waiting for him to say something that gave her a reason to make him bite into the bar counter top. Wisely he grabbed his drink and headed to a different part of the bar. Now on one side there was enough room for a few other people to stand.

Turning back to the bartender, perhaps a little disappointed, she raised a hand to grab her attention. "A shot of accargm and an ale please." Receiving a nod the muscular woman looked around the rest of the establishment. What kind of shenanigans were possible this evening. She wondered if her Sith cohorts were going to be joining her later. She certainly hoped Aadya would.

 

[Darth Parox]

The perks of being a Sith Lord were that you could do whatever you wanted and you didn't even have to worry about what you'd say to people—they always just assumed it was important mission business. It was, technically, but it was also mostly out of boredom that Parox was prowling Cato Neimodia, keeping an ear to the ground for any word of a Deucalian woman and her two companions shaking up the arenas. He knew that Aadya was out on a mission with Markov and Drali somewhere on the planet, and Parox had wanted to surprise her by being there when it was done. After, they could walk around and see what the planet had to offer.

He was waiting in a bar, only a glass of water in front of him so it didn't look weird that he was just sitting there. His eyes were fixed to the monitor, watching the fights so he could know when they were done, and it seemed that the battle had just wrapped up. Parox was about to stand from his booth to leave the bar when he spotted the Deucalian striding in, covered in dried blood and gore, then sit down at the counter. If she was here, Aadya was clearly somewhere nearby, so Parox just walked up to the woman to try and make conversation while he waited for his lover to arrive.

Taking a seat at the bar next to her without the hesitation that nearby patrons seemed to show, he waved to the bartender. "Give me what she's having too." Then, he turned to Drali. "Great fighting out there," he remarked, letting a little impressiveness show. It was a simple compliment, but he knew the Deucalian was not a woman of many words, and with warrior cultures like the one she was a part of, these were the best kind of compliments.

@Darasuum

 

[Cardinal Paroaria]

Was Cardinal going to die soon? Possibly, no one knew, though his chances went higher ever since he pissed that one Coruscant politician. Not that it mattered much anyway, soon he'd too be hooked on Cardinal's belt, among dozens of other officials he'd pay, blackmailed, or extorted. But Cardinal wasn't going to take any chances, so he brought four secretly heavily armed guards tonight to accompany him to the bar. The particular bar Cardinal was going to had all their holo screens on turned to a channel of the crazy Delucian woman killing people. Though surprising, Cardinal didn't care much for killing people. He tended to like people alive, under his rule of course. Though sometimes, death was necessary. Cardinal saw several familiar faces, but not anyone important.

Cardinal thought as he took a seat at a table. Cardinal ordered a beer, and watched the replay of the fight. Cardinal carried his lightsaber, and his blaster. His men carried their blasters too with armor.

@vamp @Darasuum

 

[Darth Valravus]

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Zan's drinks came along and as she took her shot of wookiee worthy consumption she noticed the approach of a figure to her side. Oh boy, here come the first of douche bags trying to pick me up. Let's see what he's got. But the Deucalian let a modicum of surprise display on her otherwise stoic expression. It was not just some random cocky university boy who thought himself man enough to hit on her. Instead it was Darth Parox. I don't know if he hits on me if it is better or worse.

It seemed he wanted to make small talk about the fight though. Zan turned her miss-matched irises back towards the display of one of the replays. "You saw that did you? I don't know." She shrugged her muscular shoulders and finally slammed her shot glass back down on the counter before taking her mug of beer and taking a long swig. "Took some hits but was not really...satisfying."

It was only after she spoke those words that she realized she had essentially brushed off a compliment from a superior. Mentally she just shrugged again. Zan was not here to coddle men's egos or give to craps about the chain of command. This was her shore leave and she was not about to step on eggshells, not that she normally did in the first place. Still, she had yet to pay for her own beverage so when the bartender came to serve the Sith Lord his drinks she threw an excess amount of coin onto the counter to cover both of their libations while also motioning for the bartender to bring another tankard of ale. "You come all the way here to watch the fights or you here on business?"

Zan poured the tankard back letting it empty until the bottom of the mug was pointed towards the ceiling before slamming it back down. Afterwards her eyes looked through the bottles behind the counter that lined the mirrior covered wall. She saw five individuals enter together. Nothing of particular note about them though one was well dressed. He reminded her of specific hairless Tinnel whome she had recently crossed paths with. Most men in suits did. His man had gotten his throat bitten out by the Sith when she had just been an acolyte. That had been a notable day. Idly she licked her lips, remembering the coppery taste of the bodyguard's arterial blood in her mouth. Maybe that's how she would start the violence off tonight, with a bite to the throat. That sounded fun.

@Logan @vamp

 

[Aadya Drast]

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The hot, somehow molten pit of embarrassment was still smouldering deep inside of Aadya's gut. She had failed greatly during the arena fight with the champions, though that was probably obvious to anyone who laid eyes on her right now. Bruises, deep and mottled littered her skin. The worst of them was hidden beneath her clothes, inflicted by bloodied stump no less.

It still kind of hurt to breathe despite Aady'as well taped ribs, but it was bearable enough. She'd managed to cop some sort of painkillers from one of the arena guards after the fight, which was doing something to take the edge off. Zan had mentioned getting drunk at one of the bars near, and Aadya couldn't think of much else that would help the painkillers do their job better than chasing them with some hard liquor.

As she entered the bar Aadya spotted Zan almost instantly, the woman's impressive body easy to pick out from the rest of the rabble. Walking over, Aadya raised her hand to give Zan a wave - raising it too high apparently, a twang of pain shooting from her ribs and up her spine - before stopping, her eyes landing on who was sitting next to her at the bar.

"What are you doing here?" She asked towards @Darth Parox incredulously. Under normal circumstances Aadya would have been happy to see Milo, but she'd been banking on letting her wounds heal up a bit before seeing him again. No such luck, apparently. "Not checking up on me, are you?" Aadya was trying to pass it off as a joke as best she could but there was some seriousness to the question.

Pushing past the idea for now, Aadya approached the bar and held up to fingers. "Two sonic servodrivers." The drinks came quickly, after instantly downing the first one, Aadya turned to Zan and gave her the proper wave she'd intended before. "You looked good out there," She said honestly, Aadya giving Zan a look she hoped conveyed the level of gratitude she had for the woman literally saving her ass. "Should see folks around here sporting Empire flags and colors and no time."

Aadya continued to sip at her drink and ignore Milo for now. If he'd in fact simply come here to make sure she was alright, Aadya was fixing to be super pissed. She figured it was easier to start that way and be surprised than give the benefit of the doubt and be disappointed.

@vamp @Darasuum

 

[Darth Parox]

He watched the Crusader gulp down the beer like it was water, staring at the level of liquid in the glass as it very quickly faded down to nothingness. He could feel a presence approaching from behind. "Both, I guess," he replied, knowing that would be enough for an answer—the Crusader would most likely not press further, and even if she did, he had another equally vague answer to reply with. Aadya came up from behind and he turned to look at her, a bit surprised at how ragged she looked. The holo-screen hadn't done her injuries justice, and he tried to suppress the worry with a wolfish smile.

"Yes. I was thinking Victress might come to Neimodia to woo you, so I made the trip first to intercept her on the way," he replied jokingly. He could sense some annoyance in both her voice and her presence, which was half confusing and half understandable. He knew she was independent, but it would have been normal of him to come check up on her. Then again, he'd come for a different purpose entirely, so he supposed he was off the hook for now. "Nah. I wanted to see if you were up for some sightseeing after you were done with the fight."

She'd greeted Zan first, and he noticed, but Milo didn't say anything about it. He may have been the strongest Force-sensitive on the planet and a hulking figure—as well as her lover, who's signature she was likely as familiar with as her own—but hey, maybe she was just tired from the fight. Milo reached for the drink, a nod to Zan as gratitude for paying. "But the next round is on me," he murmured before chugging the beer in his mug. Darth Parox was no freeloader.

@Darasuum @Logan

 

[Darth Valravus]

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Her focus turned away from the man in the suite when she spotted one of the figures Zan had actually expected to see here. One side of her mouth curled up into a smile. It was clear she was suffering for her shortcomings in the battle earlier but it was to be expected. A slight murmured grunt escaped her chest in response to both Milo's answer and offer.

Darth Parox's wording had some other layer of meaning towards female Drast. The Crusader wondered if the two Sith were together. Zan was not the best at picking up on those sort of tthings but she certainly knew what she wanted. "Thanks." She accepted the compliment while looking into the younger woman's eyes.

"I wish I could say the same..." She let the mild insult linger for a paused moment before continuing as she intended to lead towards something. "...but if you want I could help you with some moves." After leaving the invitation open she resumed drinking her beverage. Her heavily shadowed eyes did not miss the body language conversation going back and forth between the two Drasts. It was yet to be completely deciphered.

The Deucalian could not expect to much from people in general. At Aadya's age she had sustained her fair share of beatings. She was no better. The only thing now was to see if the woman Zan had an interest in would go from cute fighter with a decent level of tenacity to transition to a down right sexy badass warrior. That was a process Zan wanted to see, preferably first hand and even perhaps get some hands on assistance.

@Logan @vamp

 

[Darth Perilius]

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Markov was walking towards the lit up building in the city of Tarko-Se. He was invited to join his comrades at the bar in order to celebrate and discuss their victory of turning the commoners of Cato Nemoida to favor the Empire and them. As he headed for the building, he was already getting looks of praise and fame. People who attended the gladiator event were attempting to approach him, but Markov would move faster and more briskly. Eventually, he arrived at the building, which was live with the average Happy-Hour setting.

He walked in and took a decent look around, trying to find his fellow Sith. Soon enough, he caught sight of the Sith Lord Parox along with his allies Zan and Aadya. He listened to their conversation for a second. More drama about the Sith order rose from it as Markov observer and listened further. He then showed up at the table, standing at the end.

“Sorry for my late arrival. I was dealing with a hololink call on my ship. Thank you for inviting me though..” he said, trying to start some entrance. Markov wasn’t really the best at socializing that wasn’t work related. He really wasn’t exposed to having any relationships, friend or love before he joined the Sith, as he had a father that prevented him to have any of it, being abusive and condescending. He then turned to Milo. “Hello, Darth Parox. Have your endeavors in the Empire been going well?” He asked the Lord. A server quickly came up asking if he’d like to have a drink. “A Banta Blitz please,”

The server quickly got what he desired as he drank from the glass, placing it on the table as he smiled wryly, waiting to begin conversation. Perhaps coming to the bar after the battle was a good idea for interactions and developing ties, after all.

@vamp @Darasuum @Logan @Brick

 

[Aadya Drast]

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"I suppose some sight seeing might be nice," Aadya replied, believing Milo when he said he was here for other things. Most of her hostility was likely due to sheer embarrassment, which wasn't the Darth's fault. A little bit of guilt seeped into Aadya's gut, though she pushed it away for now. She could apologize later.. in the best way she knew how.

Aadya caught Zan's thinly veiled insult but didn't take it to heart much. They were Sith after all and she had failed pretty badly. Aadya would have thought it a little weird if no one ribbed her about it at all. "I'd love to see your moves," she said, a small, devilish grin creasing the corners of her mouth.

When Aadya noticed Markov arrive she gave the Crusader a wave and a friendly smile. "Of course you'd be invited dude, you and Zan saved my ass out there. Probably would be even more kriffed to shit than I already am if it wasn't for you guys." As far as Aadya was concerned she, Zan and Markov were friends now. You don't get through a fight like that without getting a little closer to the people you got through it with. "Glad to hang with ya."

Turning back to Zan, Aadya finished off her second drink before getting another with Milo's gracious offer for the next round. "So, where did you learn to fight like that Zan?" She asked with interest. "I only learned how to scrap in street fights as a kid, nothing like the skills you have."

 

[Darth Valravus]

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Seeing Markov arrive from off to one side the woman would give him a nod. "Grab a drink. No point in letting a good liver go to waste." She threw out the back of her left hand to do her version of a gentle tap against his stomach before hooking a thumb over her shoulder towards the bar. He then proceeded to do that and while he did Zan turned her attention back towards the somewhat petite woman before her.

"Ever heard of a little hell hole called Atrer III?" It was not a very well known planet to begin with and part of Zan wished she could forget some parts of it. "
Well that's where I was born and raised. My tribe taught me plenty. No elaborate sword fighting or any of that fancy shmancy stuff a lot of jedi and sith do these days. Sometimes you just gotta go for the effective brutality and..." She hooked her left arm around an imaginary head and proceed to imitate the cracking sound of a broken neck.

"How bout you? I think your probably could bulk up a bit. It be a bit easy for me to throw you around." She had actually been thinking of what it would take to just hurl her across the room like she had once or twice in past bar fights. Then the Crusader realized the innuendo she had unintentionally given voice to. screw it, let's run with it. she thought to herself and resumed drinking her beverage. Part of her also wanted to see how far she could push things with another Drast right next to her. Darth Parox or Milo Valmec, depending on which sticky notes Zan was reading her other side had left her, was possibly protective of his distant kin though Zan had a feeling it was much more than that.

@Logan @vamp @ByakuyaXVTogami