The Search for Destiny

[Niner]

Cole "Dash" Dasha stepped off the ramp of his ship, The Smoking Blaster, and surveyed the hangar bay he had landed in. Looking out the hangar doors he saw the gas giant Bespin floating there. A small smile spread across his face as he began walking towards the exit of the hangar. He strode into the central hub of the Cloud City spaceport and started scanning his surroundings.
Casino
Pawn Shop
Casino
Pawn Shop
High end clothing boutique
Finally his eyes fell on what he was looking for, a Corellian cantina.
Named the Home Away From Coronet the place looked just how a cantina should look in Dash's mind....seedy, cheap, and like you might get shot. He walked inside and sidled up to the bar, ordering a glass of Whyrin's Reserve whiskey and a rischate. The sweet whiskey cakes that were wildly popular on Corellia. THough only consumed on holidays and celebrations back home he found that almost every Corellian cantina he'd been to in the past three months served them.
"Probably just for us spacers from back home that get a little nostalgic"
He murmured to himself, though he could also guess that the 3 year long shelf life of the cakes was useful too. Thank you whiskey based pastries for being able to last for years.
He turned in his seat and eyed the bar, grinning like a fool. He felt better then he had in years. Maybe his search for a Jedi that could train him would end here.
"Yeah, this is right....I have a good feeling about this."
He softly said as he continued to eat the cake and drink his whiskey.

 

[Padmé]

Though she'd made a personal and professional promise to avoid any form of self aggrandizement and uncultured behavior Faith couldn't help but slip up every now and then. It was the latter that led her to the shabby cantina. It'll be for a good cause, the red haired Jedi rationalized to herself while drawing on her expensive cigar.

At last her waiter returned to continue the mediocre service.
"We're out of whiskey but we do have wine, " the bloke said with the most unsympathetic tone!

"Yea, it seems the joke is on me. A bar without whisky? Kinda of a bank without credits." The waiter chuckled, but held his trap shut as Faith continued on with her rantings.
"Just make it a fountain drink then. Two actually. And ask the poor looking fella who just wandered in to come see me."
With that, Faith turned her attention back on her cigarra and datapad.

To the naked eye, Faith Kyyysha Cassesx is merely another bar patron, however, underneath the false fecadé is a gun toting, lightsaber wielding Jedi carrying out business. Any Sith trailing her would simply look like a damn lunatic!

 

[Niner]

Dash pulled a slender paper tube out of a metal case in his pilots jacket after tugging of his gloves. He stuck the tube in his mouth and sparked the end of it with a small lighter. He inhaled the smoke from the smoldering carababba tabac rolled into it. He savored the harsh sensation of the smoke going down his throat into his lungs. Holding his breath for a good ten seconds to the point that when he breathed out, no smoke emerged. He took another sip of his whiskey and continued smoking the tabac.
"Yup, definitely a good feeling about this."
No sooner had the words left his mouth then a waiter walked up to him, frowning a little at the....distinctive smell of the carababba tabac,
"Excuse me sir, but the lady at that table requested your precense."
The waiter pointed to a table across the cantina.
The corners of Dash's lip turned up in a little smile. He tossed the waiter a five credit chip. Wondering how he always got so lucky and walked over to the table. Carrying the half full tumbler of whiskey in his left hand, the tabac tube hanging from the corner of his mouth, the smoke curling up around his face. His right hand though did dip a little towards the blaster at his hip. Just because it was a gorgeous woman, a red head no less, didn't mean it might not be a trap. There were plenty of people back home that might want to have an unpleasant word or two with Dash.
He dropped into a seat across the table and place his glass down, taking a drag on the tabac and removing it from his mouth to ash into the tray on the table designed for the purpose.
With a smile and a wink Dash said to the woman, "So what can I help you with?"

 

[Padmé]

"Sit."
The red haired Jedi uttered at the sight of Dash. She could easily red through the man's mind. In fact, she resisted teasing him on all sorts of fronts!

"That asshole lied to me. I knew there was an abundance of whiskey in the house."
She added while eyeing the whiskey in Dash's hand. The blaster neatly tucked on his side made her chuckle a bit. Better to be prepared than sorry, she thought silently to herself.

"Dash, am I right?"
The woman continued with her expensive cigar in hand.

"Jedi business. And yes, I'm a terrible example. Sue me."
While Faith wasn't necessarily braking any code, she could have opted to meet at a more respectable establishment, and importantly abstained from smoking.

"Bad habits die hard.
Forgive me."
With that Faith dropped her cigar on the ash tray and reached for the glass of water.

 

[Niner]

Dash sputtered a little on the whiskey, straightening up in his chair.
"Sorry, uhhh, just that you....you don't exactly strike me as a jedi. I was expecting someone....well.....more monk like?"
He eyed her up and down trying to ascertain whether she was speaking the truth or not.....this woman was a jedi?
In all honesty he really had been expecting to just eventually run into one...but one from the tales he'd heard as a child. A bearded older man in brown robes, speaking in riddles and puzzles. Not....this. He straightened up his clothes a little and let the pent up air out of his lungs in a long drawn out whoosh.
"So, how do you find out I was looking for you? It's been three months and I haven't been able to get more than rumors to be honest."