Laren was left to his ship ‘The Unforced’ for the first time in a while. Laren spent a couple days alone floating through space. The only person to keep him company was not a person at all. Just his very own droid BD-3 who he considered to be his best friend. The long hours of boredom and silence really messed with him. Being so used to combat and hearing blasters how off all the time, he never knew how to just relax. He was able to keep focus on conversations though, but how many conversations can you have with droid you have nothing knew to talk to about. He felt the urge to get out and find some people he could have a good time with. Whether it was drinking or collecting bounty, or even becoming ‘good friends’ with.
“That’s it I’m goin to a cantina on Tatooine.” He walked to the cockpit and put his ship into hyperdrive. The stars became streaks before his eyes and he relaxed as he set the coordinates to Tatooine. “Once I get there, I don’t care who, but I’m gonna invite some random known names to come and drink. Maybe they’ve got somethin for us BD.” His droid nodded excitedly hoping that it would be true. “I’ll see if anyone has some hood info to put out. Maybe we’ll get some kills under our belt too. Sure know we’ve been lackin the past couple days.” After flying through space at light speed for a while the ship pulled out of hyperspace. He saw the giant sandy planet and immediately thought to himself that this was goin to be a decent experience. He flew into the atmosphere and steadily landed his Wayfarer on the hangar landing pad. While exiting he turned back and called out to BD-3 “Hey, take care of the ship. She’s your home too so protect lil buddy!” He immediately turned back around and walked towards the cantina, locking the ship behind him.
“Now time to get some people here.” Laren sent out an invite to anyone to meet him to just ‘talk’ but we all knew Laren was looking for some good whiskey. “Let’s hope they can last more than just a couple shots.” Laren said as he began walking into the cantina. He immediately heard music he wasn’t fond of but knew that he would be known at any of the bars he’s been to in the past. He wanted to be somewhat a part of the crowd. He walked to the bartender and said “I’ll take a bottle of the best whiskey you got.” The besalisk bartender went to question him but Laren dropped a handful of credits and the besalisk immediately said “Right away! Aaaand here you go, Correllian whiskey! Hasn’t been opened. Aged 42 years. Enjoy!” Laren replied “Double my age. I like it.” After grabbing his bottle he went to find a booth to sit at. One that was big enough to fit a group in case people showed. As he sat down he sighed and opened the bottle. He set his helmet on the table so he could enjoy his drink. The young man let his blue eyes look upon the room bare for the first time. “Ah krank it it’s bright. That’s what I get for wearing a full-size shader all the time.” He took a good sized swig before truly allowing himself to relax.
“That’s it I’m goin to a cantina on Tatooine.” He walked to the cockpit and put his ship into hyperdrive. The stars became streaks before his eyes and he relaxed as he set the coordinates to Tatooine. “Once I get there, I don’t care who, but I’m gonna invite some random known names to come and drink. Maybe they’ve got somethin for us BD.” His droid nodded excitedly hoping that it would be true. “I’ll see if anyone has some hood info to put out. Maybe we’ll get some kills under our belt too. Sure know we’ve been lackin the past couple days.” After flying through space at light speed for a while the ship pulled out of hyperspace. He saw the giant sandy planet and immediately thought to himself that this was goin to be a decent experience. He flew into the atmosphere and steadily landed his Wayfarer on the hangar landing pad. While exiting he turned back and called out to BD-3 “Hey, take care of the ship. She’s your home too so protect lil buddy!” He immediately turned back around and walked towards the cantina, locking the ship behind him.
“Now time to get some people here.” Laren sent out an invite to anyone to meet him to just ‘talk’ but we all knew Laren was looking for some good whiskey. “Let’s hope they can last more than just a couple shots.” Laren said as he began walking into the cantina. He immediately heard music he wasn’t fond of but knew that he would be known at any of the bars he’s been to in the past. He wanted to be somewhat a part of the crowd. He walked to the bartender and said “I’ll take a bottle of the best whiskey you got.” The besalisk bartender went to question him but Laren dropped a handful of credits and the besalisk immediately said “Right away! Aaaand here you go, Correllian whiskey! Hasn’t been opened. Aged 42 years. Enjoy!” Laren replied “Double my age. I like it.” After grabbing his bottle he went to find a booth to sit at. One that was big enough to fit a group in case people showed. As he sat down he sighed and opened the bottle. He set his helmet on the table so he could enjoy his drink. The young man let his blue eyes look upon the room bare for the first time. “Ah krank it it’s bright. That’s what I get for wearing a full-size shader all the time.” He took a good sized swig before truly allowing himself to relax.