The Encounter

[Rasputin]

A tall, broad-shouldered figure would walk into a long, cold cantina aboard the an old orbital station above Nal Hutta. The figure would where the unmistaken armor of a Mandalorian warrior. His armor looked old and ragged, filled with dents and scratches. This man was clearly no amateur to the battle field. He would look at the green figure with his T-visor helmet. The green figure, a Rodian bartender, would gulp loudly, clearly afraid of the helmeted Mandalorian.

"What will it be, sir?" asked the Rodian in Huttese.

The Mandalorian would take a seat on a barstool next to the counter. "Corellian ale."

"Right away!" Making haste, the bartender would rush to take a bottle of ale from the bottom of the counter and small cup. As the Rodian hustled, the Mandalorian would take off his helmet, revealing the face of an aged human with a bit of stubble on him and a scar across his face.

 

[Maxx]

Ysar stepped into the cantina on the orbital station above the Hutt controlled world of Nal Hutta. He walked up to the bar and sat down next to the Mandalorian in armor. He watched as the bartender hastily poured a drink for the man. As the Rodian moved to put the drink away, Ysar spoke up. "I'll have whatever he's having." The Rodian looked at him nervously before pulling out another glass and pouring the liquor into it. The Rodian passed the glass to him and he took a sip. "Corellian Ale, eh?"

 

[Rasputin]

The Mandalorian would look over at the at the tall, insect-like figure. He raised an eyebrow at him, recognizing him as a Weequay at first, but as he got a closer look he realized his mistake. He would gaze at him suspiciously. It wasn't common for people to walk up to you all friendly, especially in this kind of scene.

"Mhm," he would reply simply."

He would take a sip of his ale, finishing it in one gulp. "Great for washing your problems away."

 

[Maxx]

Ysar merely nodded at the man's remark about problems. "And just what kind of problems are you dealing with?" He turned to look at the Mando. "Loss? Strife? Betrayal perhaps?"

 

[Rasputin]

The Mandalorian would let out a slight chuckle. "You make life sound like some sort of drama movie." He turned his head to Ysar. "No, my problems are something you'd expect as a simple man. I'm just trying to make my way in the galaxy the best way I know how."

He would put his shot down. The Rodian would quickly fill it up with ale. "What's your name, kid?"

 

[Maxx]

"The name's Ysar." He took the ale and sipped it. "I'm just trying to make money the best way I know as well. So what line of work are you in?"

 

[Rasputin]

"Freelance bounty hunter," he stated simply. He would drink another shot of ale. "Not pretty work, but it puts food on the table. How about you?"

 

[Maxx]

Ysar raised an eyebrow when the man said that he was a bounty hunter. "Interesting. I'm a part time mercenary, the rest of the time I'm a salvager."

 

[Rasputin]

The bounty hunter would nod. "I see." He would look up at Ysar. He noticed that the alien seemed to be a rather young lad. "The name's Liran, by the way." He would take a sip from a third shot of ale. "You say you're a merc. What jobs you typically take?"

 

[Maxx]

Ysar thought for a moment before responding. "I take any jobs that pay."

 

[Rasputin]

"Course ya do," Liran scoffed, "That's what we all do." He never typically liked criminals, but there was something different about this one. Ysar wasn't like Liran. He was just a kid. He had his whole life ahead of him, while Liran himself would be more likely to die with each passing moment.

He raised his glass and finished the shot. Wiping his face, he continued, "So, you got any particular plans for the future?"

 

[Maxx]

"As a matter of fact, I do, but I can't just go around telling people what those plans are. They might be ruined." Ysar picked up his glass and finished the rest of the ale. "Hey bartender, another round over here!" The bartender reached down and filled both glasses. When he left, Ysar turned back to the bounty hunter. "I could tell you, I'd just simply need to know one thing. What do you think is the darkest thing you've done?"

 

[Rasputin]

Liran would turn his head slowly, looking at Ysar as he went to leave.

"Darkest thing I've done?" asked the Mandalorian rhetorically, "Working for the Hutts, more than likely." He would let out a loud laugh at his joke. He would turn back to the bar and pick up his helmet. With a loud clank, his helmet magnetically locked over his head, onto to his armor. He would toss the bartender some chips, mostly for the tab, but also for a small tip. He stood up and walked out of the cantina, his armor clanking with each step. His presence left a state of dread among the commoners. It was most definitely uncommon for a Mandalorian to be around places like this, especially after the civil war. As he left, the bar became more lively, albeit less than before.