Lost in Memory (open)

[Markus]

Taishi wandered thru the streets of Coronet. It had been many years and there were a great many changes to the streets. And old song, half-remembered from his childhood, seemed to describe the landscape as he saw it. He started to sing, and thus gained many stares:

"When the world and I were young, just yesterday
Life was such a simple game a child could play

It was easy then to tell right from wrong
Easy then to tell weak from strong
When a man should stand and fight
Or just go along

But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray

I remember when the answer seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt, or tasted fear

It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate
The foolish from the wise

But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray

It was easy then to know what was fair
When to keep and when to share
How much to protect your heart
And how much to care

But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
Only shades of gray..."

His voice fell silent and he rose from the hand rail he'd leaned on. Looking slowly around, and feeling far more ancient than he was, he walked on. That's what I was looking for! He thought to himself as he found a small cantina just outside Blue sector. The perfect place for an old man to drown his sorrows. He cringed at the thought, but walked in anyway. Taking a table near the middle of the place, he waited silently for the bartender or a waitress to come around.

"It's been too long, old friend, far too long." He spoke 'quietly', thinking himself unheard. "What was that?" The bartender asked, having appeared while Taishi was lost in thought. "Hmm....? Oh, sorry. A pitcher of Lomin Ale and a ryshcate please." Nodding, the bartender moved off, presumably to fill his order.

Something about Corellia had always spoken to him, even when he was first here. He wasn't a native Corellian, but he still loved Coronet like he had few other cities. His ordering the ryshcate was part of his remembering of Corellia, as well as his acceptance of the new. He still had a lot of years ahead of him, he was only 27, after all, and this private ceremony would always help him thru the hardship of changing times. The hour was still early, so there were few other patrons yet, but in a while that would soon change. He glanced around, noting the fools and easily deceived, while he patiently waited for his drink and cake.

 

[Phil]

Behind the man who ordered some Lomin and bakery was a face most officials of the Republic knew, one that had let down the Republic's forces when his homeworld was taken by the Alsakans. The Colonel who did not deserve his title was found in a corellian cantina, drinking away his problems one would say. He had already two empty glasses on his table and half a sandwich as the bartender passed by and put down another class of ale for him. Jacques Mulluns, wearing his sunglasses and leather trench coat picked up the glass and took the entire shot down in one gulp as he set it down with the other remaining glasses.

 

[T.J]

Ares sat quietly, staring at the back of the head of the same thug he had been for the past hour. He could feel his misdeeds; almost feel the pain he caused to others. He had been waiting for the opportune moment, waiting for when he could burry his knife into the guilty ones neck. The cantina was far to crowded for such a thing. O of course he would never do such a thing with so many innocents nearby. But, then again, he could feel that pang in his head coming from several others as well. It might be an inevitability to do such a thing

When a new person walked in he knew he wasn’t getting anywhere just sitting and waiting. He fidgeted with the knife that rested against his forearm in frustration. He had to act fast. So he slowly stood up, moving as if to leave. He walked towards his target, brandishing the knife and burying it into the base of the skull of the thug. He felt a sense of euphoria as the buzzing subsided in his head.

 

[Dan.]

Fresh from his bounty hunter training, Soto, the Cathar Killah, sauntered into the cantina, with a look that dared anyone to get in the way of his short, heavy saber and menacing claws.

Seating himself at the far end of the bar, the hulking feline alien banged on the bar, and ordered a glass of the oldest Tusken Tonic available. Turning on his stool, Soto leaned back up against the bar, examining the cantina's other customer's with an interest born from suspicion.

Edit-The Cathar Killah almost didn't see the man die. He saw the glint of the knife, the shattering of a glass as the thug's drink dropped to the dirty floor, and instantly he was on his toes, his carbine out. No way he was going to die today, just incase this killing was the first of many in the grimy bar.

 

[Markus]

Still waiting patiently, Taishi noticed the bloody man, leaning over his table, and paid him no mind. This was Blue Sector after all, or close enough to it.

This time, he was fully aware of the bartender as he approached his table, setting down the ale and ryshcate. He tossed the barkeep a coin worth at least another pitcher of ale, and settled in. Ignoring the folks around him, he took a large piece of the cake and chewed happily. He washed it down with several gulps of ale.