Ask What The Force!?

[Crix Dolan]

Crix sat on a jetty overlooking the churning surf. He cast a rock into the depths below and wondered just how vast they were. He felt stuck. Everything in him wanted to throw his shit into The Freebird and jump to Denon, but he couldn't. He was ashamed of who he'd become.

He rose from his position and stretched. He was hurt all over because that's what drinking for days on end would do to you. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it up.

Bal'demnic was an obscure world at the edge of the galaxy. It was tropical and filled with exports that were incredibly valuable. Anyone who was anybody should have been vying for control over this place, but they weren't. The people here we resolute in their neutrality. They wanted nothing to do with the war and Crix couldn't agree more.

The Scoundrel had taken up a transport job planetside that was keeping his attention for the moment. The change of pace had given him the time he'd needed to think. To mourn...

The coastal city he was boarding at had a decent cantina near the edge of town. Having finished his deliveries for the day, Crix made his way there. No guns, no blastvest. Just the jacket on his back and the cigarette in his lip.

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[Jesper Trevil]

Jesper didn't get it. What was so special about Bal'demnic anyway? Sure, its expansive azure oceans and tropical islands were beautiful, but the natives were more unfriendly than a cornerd Loth cat.

Walking the crowded city streets, the young teenager felt like a bug in a glass jar, under constant examination and scrutiny. Either they were just waiting for him to swipe something from one of the many stalls that lined the streets or they were summing him up, wondering if they could take him in a fight.

Both alternatives made Jesper extremely uncomfortable.

The locals weren't fond of questions eithers, which was unfortunate considering that was the reason for the Padawan's presence on the planet. They'd clam up the minute you started asking questions, even something as simple as directions, and mutter some expletive to indicate their annoyance with off-worlders.

They had some nerve, considering they looked like giant pink thumbs.

Local hostility wasn't enough to dissuade the Padawan just yet, however. Years had passed without any trace as to his father's whereabouts or wellbeing, but now he had an actual lead, and he was following it up. Hitting all the cantinas in the city, because if there was one thing that he remembered vividly about his father—it was that he liked to drink. A lot.

The teenager slipped into a bustling cantina on the edge of town, not surprised to find it crowded at this time of day.

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[Crix Dolan]

"Eyyyyy, der he iz!"

Yaba, the Ardennian bartender shouted above the crowd as Crix entered. The Scoundrel couldn't help but smile as he made his way to the bar.

"Soooo, wat's it gonna be tonight, Crix?"

Yaba's enthusiasm was infectious. As he spoke he shook another drink with the two hands on his left side while propping up his chin and already reaching for the bottle he knew Crix was going to ask for.

"Just a whiskey," replied Crix.

Yaba frowned, "C'mon yew can't be serious!"

"As a heart attack."

The Ardennian sighed and poured his glass while handing off another drink. The pair shot the shit for a few minutes and then Yaba got caught up with drinks leaving Crix to drink alone. He wasn't accustomed to keeping his back to the entrance. He sipped his whiskey and started to head to a booth that had a view of the entrance when he spotted a kid walking around the bar. The scoundrel's brow's knit together as he watched the boy move through the crowd.

By the time he reached the bar Crix said, "You lost, kid?"

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