Open What Bars Were Made For

[Lissa Blackhand]

The Lustful Lekku Bar
Open to any and all
1942​

Nice place, all things considered, quiet despite the naming convention. You'd think it'd be noisy as all hell, filled with drunk kids looking to get their freak on with some poor Twi'leks working the crowd so they didn't go destitute. Instead, the atmosphere was one of...well, she hesitated to say class, maybe calm was a better word. Either way, Lissa's ears weren't bleeding so she was happy to just sit at the bar, staring into the alien whiskey's alluring viscosity - apparently it was meant to be like that. She was barely listening when it was recommended, she'd barely been listening to anything for most of the day, she was trapped inside her own head, per the norm.

Chase your own damned dreams...the last words her Dad had left her with, the last sentient words anyway, she didn't count mindless growls and snarling. She had spent so long just looking after him, working to support him, spending time with him so he didn't get lonely, now it was all over. She was free, whatever the hell that meant...so what to do with that freedom now...what dreams to chase...what were her dreams...hmm.

 

[Alfie Shepherd]

Alfie Shepherd wasn't a rich man, but that didn't mean he couldn't have class. It was why he flew a U-Wing and wore nice clothes and bought expensive drinks. It was a mindset he learned to have when he was younger. Once he was inside, he took a seat where he could watch other newcomers while being able to keep an eye on the civies that were already here. Maybe he could pick up on a new mark. Alfie had dreams, but he needed someone he could trust- like a sibling or something.

Who could keep up with Lt. Shepherd anyhow? The Veteran sighed and swirled his glass of bourbon around. Too bad the family he had were all dead. They were the only people he could trust. Friends were temporary and worthless if you couldn't benefit from one another.

"Grab me the bottle," He grunted, pulling a waitress aside. "You ain't flyin' home or nothin' right?" Stupid bitch. Did she really take him for an idiot? Her playful smile wasn't helping either. "Grab me the bottle." His stone cold stare did the trick. Sometime being unreactive was the best reaction.

@Panda Hermit 98

 

[Tactical Droid Red]

The bar was a nice setting, a nice setting for finding Jedi. General Red had entered the bar, the 5’5ft droid had walked in like he owned the place as his scanners started to look around. The bar seemed quite normal and right behind Red was his cold light blue colored B1 droids and five of them to be precise. As they walked by, they instantly started to cause trouble, one of them going over to one of the npc patrons and aiming his blaster rifle at him.



“Identify yourself.”



The patron looked confused and looking at the droid he ignored him. The B1 droid began to hit the man’s back of the head, while the two others that were next to him started to grab him and slam him to the ground.



“Are you Jedi?”



The man didn’t speak as the now current pain of his body and head began to ache.



“I am no Jedi!”



That’s when, a Jedi had shown up from the next table, force pushing the two droids that held him and sending them against the wall. General Red was filled with joy, as he pulled out his own green lightsaber and stabbing the Jedi in the back with it, while the three remaining B1 droids firing their weapons precisely at the jedi’s shoulders and elbow. Causing him to drop his blue Jedi lightsaber and causing him to slump to the ground now dead. Red walking over to the man’s lightsaber and grabbing a hold of it.



“Another added to my collection.”



The two B1 droids that were force push now got up from their injured state and began to join the three others. Red looking at them and to the other patrons.



“Find more Jedis…

 

[Lissa Blackhand]

Lissa was just about to take a swig of the thick whiskey when a voice drew her ear. As hoped, something was calling to her, be it providence or simple luck and...was that an old tactical droid?

Well, she had to admit, being stirred from an introspective depression by a museum piece wasn't what she had envisioned happening. What the hell was it doing here, I mean, looking for Jedi sure, but who sent it? Why here? What did they expect to fi-WHAT THE KARK IS A JEDI DOING HERE??? Lissa could only watch in utter confusion as this pantomime somehow yielded a tangible result, with a Jedi springing from nowhere and being dispatched as quickly as he had arrived. She barely had time to blink, it was so fast.

It took her a few moments to fully process the scene unfolding in front of her in all it's ludicrous glory. When she finally thought to say something or take action, the droid was already picking up the dead Jedi's lightsaber and declaring it's intent to find even more like they were the most interesting antique here. "Hey, uh, sorry to butt in but, um...what did that random-ass Jedi do to you? He looked like he was just enjoying a drink."

@Tactical Droid Red @Alfie Shepherd

 

[Alfie Shepherd]

Alfie came to the bar to lie low for a while. After he got his bottle of bourbon, he witnessed a bunch of imperial droids murder an apparent Jedi. Poor bloke. Weren't the Jedi supposed to be worth one hundred battle droids? Guess it didn't matter. Now that this place seemed to be getting a little too riled up for Alfie's liking, he decided to take his bottle and leave.

There wasn't any reason or point in drawing any unwanted attention. As much as Alfie hated Imperials, he didn't spend his days bickering about them. The only thing he could complain about was the lack of security. Who would just let a bunch of armed droids into a bar anyway? This wasn't gonna sit well with the press. Whether these droids were malfunctioning or not, the Empire just got seasoned with something else to stress over.

"If you're smart," He said to the woman who tried talking to one of the droids. "You will leave before you get tangled up in this mess." And with that, Alfie Shepherd left, never to return to that particular bar ever again.

@Panda Hermit 98

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