The Void : Level 13 [Everyone is Welcome!]

[Melomex]

8D3 got out of its seat and approached the bar, trying to walk as human-like as possible, its rigid servos and stiff metal frame of course failing it, however. 8D3 adjusted the hood of its robes to hide its metallic face, luckily its face was made of dull, dirty metal so it did not reflect the lights in the bar. 8D3 had no use for bars or other human luxuries, but its programmed in curiosity drew it to places like this, it was intrigued by the human's, they came in all shapes and sizes, unlike most droids it had seen.

8D3 faced the busy bartender, making sure the hood hid its face. "Give me whatever you got", it said in its robotic gravely voice. The bartender passed a pink concoction over to 8D3. What 8D3 would do with it, it did not have forward planning skills to know. 8D3 rigidly turned its head to look at all the interesting members in the bar, completely oblivious to its creepiness due to its lacking knowledge of social skills.

 

[DangerousTinkerer]

Upon arriving at the asteroid station, Val went to the medical facility to check in and drop her gear off before heading for a bar to help relax. The flight here was not that greatest which didn't help with her already distaste and nervousness towards flying. Walking up and through the bar door, Val paused just inside letting the door close behind her as she scanned the busy bar establishment looking for a vacant spot at the bar counter. After a moment she began her way to the counter smooth slipping between and pass other patrons as they got in her way.

"Barkeep! Got anything with a decent kick but relatively smooth to help calm my nervous?" She asked as the bartender wander down past the spot she found along the counter next to an individual wear some kind of protective head wear. As she leaned on the counter waiting she rubbed her forehead and eyes with her left hand as she waited for her drink trying to get herself to relax some.

 

[Outlander]

The bartender crooked an eye at the covered man observing his surroundings at the bar. He couldn't make out what was beneath the hood, but maybe that was for the best. Some people just wanted a bit of privacy.

"Smooth with a kick?" He asked the woman, trying to think of something she would like. "I'll see what I can do."

 

[Mary Bothans]

Evelyn flipped off her datapad and finished her drink. Other than the brawl that had broken out earlier it had been an uneventful evening. Not that she minded a slow night every now and then. Elbows propped up on the counter, her face resting against one of her hands, Evelyn mentally mulled over the details of the last bounty and what had gone wrong. Thinking over it again, caused her to become noticeably distraught. She made eye contact with the barkeeper and ordered another drink. "Whatever you recommend, just nothing too strong. I'm a bit of a light weight."

 

[DangerousTinkerer]

Looking up at the barkeep upon their response Val focused back into the current state of things. "Greatly appreciated." She replied as she stood up from the counter, quickly stretch her back and finally took a seat on the bar stool in front of her with her back to the counter. She scanned the bar as she waited before hearing a female voice close by order a drink also asking for the barkeep's recommendation.

Not initially coming here to chat or socialize, but Val was taught and knew it was also better to drink with company than alone. However, starting a social interaction in a bar was not her strong suit. If they were in the medical bay, that would be another thing. Sitting there for a moment debating with herself whether or not she should bother the other patron. "Oh what the hell." Val thought to herself as she waited for her drink. Leaning off her stool causing it to wobble a bit, Val worked her way around the others along the bar counter. Slipping into the seat next to her as the patron seating there stood up stumbling around.

"Mind if I join you? Always better to drink with company than alone." Val stated as she leaned forward onto the counter to ensure the barkeep saw that she moved.



@Evelyn Yara (OOC: Had to submitt before I finished since I got called to a meeting at work during my break. Sorry about that will try to arrange for my character to interact unless you post before I can change it. Fixed it.)

 

[Artemis Rogue]

From the Core to make a business deal with the Accord? Artemis hadn't been with the Accord for a great many years, but she was around long enough to know most Core-region worlds had nothing to do with ragtag groups in Wild Space and the Outer Rim. She imagined there was more to his 'interests' than met the eye, but it was none of her business, and she didn't care enough to think more about it.

"Working on a ship, yeah? Well... you're half right, so close enough", she said, finally pushing herself up.

The gesture of paying for her drink was friendly enough, so by her standards, he'd earned at least the respect of her talking to him without her head still facing the counter. However the man, Davian, spoke so overly formally... at least by the Outer Rim's standards, it felt almost awkward to even hear him talk.

"Alright, alright, alright", Artemis started, waving her hand just before taking the Jawa Juice.

"You talk like a Senator, mate", Artemis couldn't help but laugh slightly. And his name was 'Price'? It was so ironic, she had to wonder if someone was pulling her leg the whole time.

"Artemis", she finally said, introducing herself after taking a wince-inducing swing of the Jawa Juice, "That's my name. And if I had it business card, it'd say 'pilot', not 'engineer'."

Artemis then turned to face Davian, making a cheering motion with her glass. "So, welcome to the Void. Home of the ordinary..., she started before pausing, partially dropping her jaw as she glanced at the droid, 8D3, making an order of alcohol, "...and the bizarre..."

 

[Melomex]

8D3 grabbed the drink and twirled it around in its slender fingers. Some of the random pink liquid spilling on the bar. The bartender shot the droid an annoyed glare and cleaned the mess with a rage. 8D3 noticed someone looking at it and tried to cover its glowing yellow eyes with its hood, of course doing no justice by drawing more attention to them.

8D3 faced Artemis and spoke "looking at something?" It tried bending its voice to sound like what the flesh-lings called a question.

 

[Mary Bothans]

The bartender set a simple Corellian ale before her, still foaming at the top. She straightened up her back and took a long sip just as the stranger sat down next to her.
"Hmmm?" she mumbled behind the glass, turning to look at her, Val's fiery red hair catching her attention. Out of instinct she shifted her weight around to feel the pistol at her hip, finding comfort that it was still there. "Yeah, sure. Have a seat," Evelyn eyed her a bit suspiciously. People don't often approach her for conversation in bars. Well, besides drunk men, but they weren't there for the conversation anyway. The openness of the red-haired girl, roughly her own age, seemed genuine on first glance. And being curious of the friendly face, Evelyn decided to give her a chance. "What are you drinking tonight?" she asked, motioning for the bartender to come back over.

@DangerousTinkerer

 

[DangerousTinkerer]

"Not sure to be honest. First time here and the barkeep was looking into my request to help calm my nerves." Val replied as noticed her new companion shifting her weight but dismissed it since one can only be to safe with a stranger, especially in a bar. Fully seating into her new seat Val shifted to sit as comfortable as possible on the bar stool as well as to face the other young woman she began conversation with. Val was looking forward to the nice change of not drinking alone and having a repeating conversation with a drunken man that doesn't understand what you're saying.

"How rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. Name is Val'Tali and I appreciate you allowing me your company." She smiled after she finished the introduction before quickly glancing to see where the barkeep was since she still was a little uneasy from the flight here. However, with conversation starting, Val was already slowly beginning to relax from her travels.



@Evelyn Yara

 

[Vosrik]

From the Core to make a business deal with the Accord? Artemis hadn't been with the Accord for a great many years, but she was around long enough to know most Core-region worlds had nothing to do with ragtag groups in Wild Space and the Outer Rim. She imagined there was more to his 'interests' than met the eye, but it was none of her business, and she didn't care enough to think more about it.

"Working on a ship, yeah? Well... you're half right, so close enough", she said, finally pushing herself up.

The gesture of paying for her drink was friendly enough, so by her standards, he'd earned at least the respect of her talking to him without her head still facing the counter. However the man, Davian, spoke so overly formally... at least by the Outer Rim's standards, it felt almost awkward to even hear him talk.

"Alright, alright, alright", Artemis started, waving her hand just before taking the Jawa Juice.

"You talk like a Senator, mate", Artemis couldn't help but laugh slightly. And his name was 'Price'? It was so ironic, she had to wonder if someone was pulling her leg the whole time.

"Artemis", she finally said, introducing herself after taking a wince-inducing swing of the Jawa Juice, "That's my name. And if I had it business card, it'd say 'pilot', not 'engineer'."

Artemis then turned to face Davian, making a cheering motion with her glass. "So, welcome to the Void. Home of the ordinary..., she started before pausing, partially dropping her jaw as she glanced at the droid, 8D3, making an order of alcohol, "...and the bizarre..."

Davian chuckled at her remark at how he spoke. "Like a senator, you say? That's one of the better compliments I've had in a while, thank you. Pleased to meet you, Artemis."
Taking a look around at the bar and the other mysterious patrons, he commented, "Yes, I've only been here a couple times. This is the first time I've actually stopped for a drink before I head home, though. It's not really that bad either." He peered down at his drink, swirling it around and watching the lights reflect off the surface. "So, do you generally pilot ships around the Void? Or do you hail from elsewhere around the Outer Rim?" He wasn't trying to be prying, but rather was genuinely interested in what she did.

 

[Artemis Rogue]

Artemis rose her eyebrow as a reflex of bewilderment and partial disbelief. Either this man was lying or had spent too much time in the Core Worlds region. She didn't mean her remark as an insult, but it was far from a compliment, and there wasn't a single person Artemis knew, from the Outer Rim to the Mid Rim would have ever particularly appreciated the comparison.

"Huh... 'Thank you'? Well, whatever you say, mate."

More activity had begun swirling in the bar. It was ironic; as Artemis started paying more attention to her surroundings, recognizing where it was she had decided to take a break, the sheer activity puzzled her. Normally, this place was relatively quiet, with patrons being mostly few and far between each other. It was a tranquil place in the otherwise bustling Void station.

"Hahahaha", Artemis couldn't help but laugh out loud without thinking. "So, 'Not really that bad'? You mean, except for the taste, yeah?"

When it came to cuisine or drink, the Void wasn't exactly pristine, and everyone knew it. The food could be rough, and drinks were about as favored as swill. Most of the best stuff was usually gone before any of the masses could get ahold of it, least of all the average residents.

"The Void? No... no, no," she started, finishing her glass with a last swig, "It's all space, everything worth anything is literally inside the asteroid, not out there. Not on the outside. But as for me... I just fly where I'm needed, and when I'm needed. Space is my 'homeworld', don't much care where in it I go. Tis just how I live."

After that, something instantly grabbed her attention. Namely, the droid from before had noticed her stare, which frankly surprised her even more when it called her out on it. Artemis couldn't help but smile at the droid's semantics. She recognized him, the droid 8D3, but this was the first time she'd ever interacted with him. To say the least, she never expected him to attempt to simulate Humanoid characteristics.

"Oh, don't mind me", Artemis began, bringing her glass back to her mouth for another swig, "Was just admiring the view, mate."

 

[Mary Bothans]

Evelyn took another drink of the ale, sipping the foam at her lip. She kept her eyes on the girl, not quite sure what to think of her.
"Well, it's good to share the bar with you, Val'Tali. My name's Evelyn Yara," she paused, considering this next part, "but feel free to call me Evie. So, what brings you to this sector of the galaxy?

 

[Vosrik]

Nodding, Davian drank the last of his Ardees. Artemis was quite right; it wasn't the best he'd had before. Most canteens on Coruscant had fairly good quality drinks, but Davian was sure the Void was probably doing its best with what it had.
Collecting himself, he pushed the empty cup and some credits toward the bartender. "Well, I must be off, it's a long way back home. Again, a pleasure making your acquaintance, Artemis."
With that, he spun and strode elegantly outside and back to the hanger where his freighter was docked.

 

[Artemis Rogue]

"Leavin' already, are you?", Artemis asked, musingly.

At that time, a device attached to Artemis' belt began to chime. She needed only to glance down to see that it was her datapad, no doubt another relay circuit that had fused and needed to be replaced, or some atmospheric ducts that got jammed or burnt out. Her face fell as she examined the message on her datapad; it all seemed to be about the kind of luck she was used to.

"Take care of yourself, Davian Price. It's not always this safe out here, in the Wilds", Artemis mentioned as the all-too sophisticated man was on his way to leave, "But, if you're ever 'in the neighborhood' and want some swill again, come find me. I'll pay next time."

Artemis was pleasantly surprised by the entire exchange. Normally, she'd always associated people from the Core and Inner Rim as being snooty, arrogant or pompous. If anything, she'd just seen the stereotype shot down, which tickled her until she tried to picture what kind of fancy ship he'd been traveling on. Her mind immediately went to the hanger, which in turn made her recall she had a work call.

The grounded pilot dropped her head again, letting it hang as she reached into a pouch on her belt and laid out more credits.

"One more, for the road. May not get me tipsy, but I'll take what I can get."

 

[DangerousTinkerer]

"Its a pleasure to meet you Evie. You can call me Val for short; plus is a bit easier." Val replied with a small smile before turning as the barkeep finally placed a drink on the counter. Taking a quick drink without really looking it over, Val placed the glass back down before continuing her response. "Medical work with Accord actually, well mostly." She stated before leaning onto the bar counter to take another slow slip of her drink. "What about yourself if you don't mind me asking?"

 

[Fyremage]

With a whine, the smoking hull of a YT class freighter pushed through the docking field into the bay, slowly turning about and lowering to drop its weight upon its landing struts. After a few creaks indicative of the ship's settling into place, steam released from its hydraulic valves as the loading ramp lowered to the platform. Dietrich slowly ambled down the ramp, beads of sweat sticking to his forehead and rolling down his face. His deep red armor bore sweat stains at the usual places, his mouth open as he breathed heavily the 'fresh' air within the hanger. As he walked out further into the hanger, he cast a glance at his wounded bird, repair droids skittering to assess the damages and put together a bill of repair he would have to pay for... if he was to get out of this patch of space anytime soon.

At least he recently had a pay day, enough of which to cover some basic repairs to be sure. The cause of all of this was a little... entanglement the mercenary had with some Trandoshan slavers. He just so happened to stumble into their ambush when he came out of lightspeed, and he barely escaped with his life. Once the shields went down, one of the first things to go after was life support. Thankfully his hyperdrive was able to power up and get him out of there, but with the amount of fuel leaking out of his ship he had to stop at the first place he could find.. and this happened to be it.

After getting with the docking attendant and scheduling repairs, Dietrich decided the next best thing for him to do was find some type of cantina to drink the stress away. His right hand rested atop the slugthrower at his hip, pulling the belt up slightly as he went his way.

It didn't take him long to find the desired place, a type of diner by the look of things. He walked in, noticing a few people talking amongst themselves over drinks at the bar. The mercenary rummaged in his pocket for a few credit chips with his mechanical arm, slapping handful on the bartop and saying with his usual, raspy voice: "Something hard."

He removed the scarf that normally covered the bottom half of his face, sitting at one of the bar stools while scanning the area. This place was unfamiliar to him, and he wasn't going to be caught unawares while he took his rest here.