Wandering around Coronet

[Guardian Six]

Adden was walking Coronet looking for something, he wore his mandolorian armor and his helmet hid his facial expression, he found a cantina and went inside. He asked the bartender for a drink and a table, the bartender delivered on both and Adden sat down to enjoy his break. He didn't know what exactly he was looking for, but he knew he needed whatever it was. But he was overdue for a break, and for the first time after becoming a bounty hunter, he took of his helmet to reveal his face. Oh how nice it was to feel the breeze from the air conditioner on his face, how nice it was to take off his gloves and touch the cold glass with his fingers. He took a deep breath and remember why he was there, he was supposed to find a job that would keep him in business when the war started. Adden finished his drink and asked for two more, Adden waited for his drinks while thinking about his position in the war.

 

[Michael Scott]

James Thorne, TIE-pilot, walked into the cantina wearing his civilian clothes for the first time in years. He ordered three drinks and prepared to down them within one second of each other, until he saw the Mandolorian take off his helmet. He never saw a Mandolorian up close before until now, he decided that it was time for a chat. So James carried his drinks over to the Mandolorian's table and he sat down without being offered. He ordered four more and then ten Corellian Flame Spices, normal Corellian Ale that was lit on fire.

"Mando," James said quietly, "how is the life of a warrior?"

 

[Guardian Six]

Adden finished taking a sip from his drink as he saw the newcomer sit at his table. He quickly drew his blaster and pushed it into the man's hip, he thought about pulling the trigger until the man ordered more drinks; this made him even more cautious. The man had a certain quality about him that intrigued Adden, he wasn't a killer but he walked like a soldier. The man's posture was a clear giveaway, he was a military pilot; he was so used to flying in uncomfortable seats, the man's posture told him that he has been flying long.

"Dikut'la," Adden said as the drinks arrived, "are you trying to get killed? Pilots like you shouldn't be around here, what do you fly?"

Adden holstered his blaster, he didn't feel like killing anyone tonight; but he would if he had to. He shared the Corellian Flame Spices with the pilot and began studying his drinking buddy.

 

[Michael Scott]

Feeling fear as the cold blaster touched his skin, James knew the Mandolorian was ready to kill; but for some reason the bounty hunter lowered his blaster, which was a good thing for him. Somehow he knew that he flew starfighters, and was taken aback by the question of his frame. He had taken precautions to make it from Imperial Space to Corellia, but his loyalties stayed with the Empire. He decided that he was in a bar full of scum, they wouldn't care if he was a TIE pilot, so he answered after taking two shots of Corellian Flame spices.

"I fly the Predator Class fighters," he managed after the flames were extinguished in his throat, "for the Empire of course. What about you mate? Are you specializing for the Empire or those nasty Alliance planets?"

 

[Guardian Six]

"I'm not stable in any work right now," Adden replied as he swallowed the Corellian Flame Spices, it was an acquired taste but he was used to it by now, "I'm looking for reasons to work for either of those, but the Alliance put a nice hefty bounty on my parents. I took it, now I have no job or anything. What about you kid, is the Empire good on its money?"

Adden ordered ten more flame spices, this time with Bespin Premium and Tattooine Ghosts, the strongest of all ales; I'll need it for this conversation, he told himself. Even though he longed to take off his armor, he left it on because he knew that only a fool left himself undefended in this kind of place, he took a deep breath and decided he would return one day without worrying about someone taking his life. After all, people thought he was a Mandolorian and they would do anything for 10,000 credits.

 

[TheTrodaire]

Nakish turned from his spot at the bar counter at the two talking behind him, his Trianii ears catching conversation."A Mando and an Imperial Pilot.Corellia gathers everyone."He said as he turned around, a bottle of Whyren's Reserve whiskey-spiced-in his hand."I'm a has been captain for the Trianii Rangers."He said as he carefully slid his Model 434 into its holster."You guys seem like good people-conversation wise."He said as he walked towards the table, taking a seat as he drank the spiced liquid credits.

"How many battles have you each seen?"He said as downed another gulp.

 

[Michael Scott]

"How many battles?" James asked as he chuckled and took a sip of the Bespin Flamed Spice, "I've only graduated the Academy, I'm still waiting for my orders to a star destroyer. What about you brother, what organization were you with as a Captain?"

James downed another of the Bespin Ale before Adden did.

 

[Guardian Six]

Adden finished his shot when he saw the newcomer take a seat, he was now boxed in leaving him vulnerable to an attack. Even though he knew the kid wasn't a killer, the Captain was a different story, plus he only had his knife and his personal blaster with him; the battle wouldn't last long. But it seemed as if the two were just having some fun, and it's been ages since he had any real fun. He ordered fifty more drinks, a variety of: Bespin, Corellian, Fondor, and Tattooine Ghosts; all flamed spices of course, when they arrived they covered the entire table.

"I've been in many battles," Adden said as he took another shot of the Flaming Ale, "just not any in space before. In fact, I can't actually recall when they fought back. It's really easy to ambush someone, but hey, today's my day off. Let's talk Captain," the Ale was kicking in, "what happened to you that made you a have-been?"

 

[James]

Flynn walked into the cantina and ordered a glass of Corellian ale.Taking the glass from the bartender, she approached an empty table next to the Mandolorian and pilot and sat down with her back to them. She had no reason to talk to anyone - yet, so she just sipped her drink and listened in on the conversations around her.

 

[TheTrodaire]

"Trianii Rangers.Fought many pirates and slavers-some Mando parties.The CSA is always on our case and if it isn't them its something else.Hutts mostly stay away knowing that we are capable of winning."He said as a woman brought over another bottle of his whiskey."But the slavers I fought were mostly T'surr or something from Tattooine.We never really delt with them on world.It was mostly in Trianii Space, where I'd battle with my RX4."He said as he drank the bottle of whiskey, his eyes seeming to glow as it went down his throat."They mostly stick me with patrols now, so I took a big detour from the outer rim to Corellia."He said as he leaned back in the chair."The has been was that they stick me to the jobs recruits have, thinking I'm done with the big stuff."He said, a tone of anger in his voice.

 

[Guardian Six]

"I know what you mean brother," Adden said as he took another drink, "but to be honest I can see why you're here. I'm not stupid, you're here to collect 10,000 credits for my dead body. Well I'm sorry to inform you all that I'm not a Mandolorian, I killed for this armor! I let my greed control me and I killed my parents! I'm drinking to remember why I did it!"

Adden was fired up, he was obviously drunk, but he needed let him emotions go, they've been bottled up for too long. He needed allies to survive, ones that he could trust, ones that he would give his life for instead of taking; maybe these were the people. He even had one pilot (James Thorne) and a ranger (Nakish). That was all he needed, but he might need one more in order to even out the weight in his ship, he would begin talking about it after he drank ten more flaming spices.

 

[James]

Flynn smiled in amusement at the Mandolorian's outburst. She briefly considered the 10,000 credit bounty but decided against it; she was already too close for a clean getaway, and she didn't know to what extent his drinking buddies would go to to defend him. She turned slightly in her chair in order to watch their table in her peripheral vision, her curiosity piqued by the conversation.

 

[TheTrodaire]

Nakish seemed to flinch in his face but didn't move his torso."Just calm down, we don't need a shootout in the bar.We could settle this some other way that doesn't involve blood or Liquor."He said calmly as he drank the rest of his whiskey.H got up and offered his hand to the Mandolorian."I'll take you to your ship if or when your done here, alright?"He said as he looked down at the table of people, coming from all military walks of life.

 

[Michael Scott]

"Not a Mando eh?" James replied as he took another shot, "you're parents were? Well hell mate, killing your parents who happen to be Mandolorians, that's helluva tougher than a Mandalore himself, you're just a mandolorian in my book mate."

(((sorry for short post gtg to sleep)))

 

[Guardian Six]

Nakish seemed to flinch in his face but didn't move his torso."Just calm down, we don't need a shootout in the bar.We could settle this some other way that doesn't involve blood or Liquor."He said calmly as he drank the rest of his whiskey.H got up and offered his hand to the Mandolorian."I'll take you to your ship if or when your done here, alright?"He said as he looked down at the table of people, coming from all military walks of life.

"No way olood man," Adden's speech slurred, "I'm gooooood. Jus' order meh anotha round on me, I've got twenty thousan credits for killing my parents, hell orddder for the entire bar. I just need a change in my life, I need a crew, I'm tired of working alone. Would you two likie to join moi?"

 

[James]

Flynn's cold voice cut into the conversation.

"I don't think you need any more to drink. I've decided not to kill you; I'm feeling generous today." The reason was a blatant lie, but how was he to know? "However, drunkenly shouting is hardly a way to avoid getting the bounty on your head collected."

She was being more selfish than she appeared with her advice; she didn't care so much for the Mandolorian, she just wanted to avoid getting drawn into a fight. Her chair was now turned around; while still sitting closer to her own table, she was now facing theirs.

 

[TheTrodaire]

Nikash shook his head with a smirk at the sound of his words."Damn....."He said before responding."Huh, well, I wouldn't flaunt your murders around as I wouldn't mine, but, you got your drink, and I'll join you for the time being.As long as you hold the liquid and fly good."He said before getting up and going to the bar, asking for a Corellian Reserve, an expensive whiskey, and filling it with water, bringing it to the Mandolorian."Here, you can have this."He said as he sat down and ordered a bantha steak sandwich."Dont try your bounty hunter act either, girl, I have my blaster pointed at you already if you want to take a peek under the table."He said as he put the gun above the table, the heavy thing shining.

 

[James]

Flynn shrugged and folded her arms.

"Maybe you'd hit me first, maybe not. But either way one of us would kill you." She smiled smugly. She didn't know exactly where Zeke was, but what did it matter? He was around, and would probably see fit to avenge her. For once, she was glad he followed her everywhere. "But I'm clearly not looking for a fight."

There was a pause.

"So, what brings you to Coronet?"

Conversation was not Flynn's strong point, but she was bored, so why not?

 

[Michael Scott]

"Make that three sandwhiches and a cup of coffee for all of us. Oh yeah bring something for the lady, maybe a cup of Hoth," James told the waiter and looked at the drunk bounty hunter, "I'm in it mate but as long as I report for duty to the Empire when the war starts I'll be fine. Or maybe you can start doing bounties for the Empire, what say you mate?"

James picked up another shot and decided that he had enough for the night.

 

[Guardian Six]

Adden took a deep breath and composed himself and took the cup of coffee that was given to him by the waiter. He scooted all of the shot glasses onto the floor, most of them shattered, and made room for his food and coffee. He slowly drank his coffee, one sip and each bite, the alcohol levels in his body evening out; he was becoming sober once again. Even though he had to get the feelings off of his chest, it was almost embarrassing to him, he didn't know these people and they could go shatter his reputation if they ran their mouths. But he enjoyed having company, he was happy.

"All right then," Adden said after the Imperial Pilot spoke, "my name is Adden Kal, I came here looking for guidance on what to do. I don't know who I should fight for, the Alliance or the Empire; if you two are going to be on my ship then tell me your opinions, *hiccup*. You girl what are you here for?"