A Ranger's Paradise (SJO)

[Valkren Calderon]

..Planet: Voss..​

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..Location: Silver Campus..​

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..Time: 2200 hours..​

Colonel Valkren Calderon took a sharp turn out of the Antarian Ranger's headquarters and command center. The two rangers that stood guard at the door removing their right hands from their rifles to snap off crisp salutes to Calderon; whom, against his usual demeanor, did not return the salute, instead he was busy fitting his service cap onto his dome.

Making his way from the HQ, the fatigue-wearing soldier took in his surroundings, straightening his posture as he passed by a pair of Jedi Sentinels and greeting them with a firm nod, receiving slight bows in response. The Silver Jedi Order facility was one of the nicest 'bases' Valkren had either served or been stationed at, considering it was the only facility he had been assigned to that was not at constant risk of getting shelled.

He knew that his location would soon change, though. Deployments always come.

He cleared his head as he moved off of the path for a pair of vehicles chock-full-of Rangers moving out of the facility for field training, the entire group saluting as they passed and looked off of the back of the vehicles. Valkren returned this salute as he moved past the small convoy. He was happy to see that his men were at least occupying themselves in their down time on Voss. The young colonel himself had tried to involve himself in every training exercise that was being drilled into the minds of his men and women, but today he had something different in mind.

Across the facility and almost smack dab in the middle of the barracks for the rangers was the Gedunk Cantina, an obvious favorite for the enlisted due to it's proximity. He knew it would probably be full of off-duty soldiers and pilots or ones that had finished their duties for the day, and that was just the kind of people he enjoyed spending time with, and sharing a drink or two.

However, he knew that this was also an opportunity to bond with soldiers. Drinking was probably the fastest way to get to know even the hardest of warfighters. So..The newly promoted colonel decides to send a message to their new Grandmaster, [member="Arisa Yune"]. He wasn't really sure how she would take it, him inviting her. He hadn't seen a Jedi in a military cantina in quite some time, but he figured that Arisa would not come, her being the new head of the SJO. However, his invite included the mention of her bringing other Jedi, as an attempt to have the grunts get to know who they'd be fighting along side of.

Calderon eventually made it to the barracks, moving past a hut toward the Gedunk Cantina, which was now in view. A pair of soldiers he passed who were obviously riding out a good buzz both put together some haphazard, quick salutes, before running off after Valkren had his back to them. Most weren't sure about the Colonel's method of leadership, due to the promotion being so recent, but most respected him because of his previous operations. He figured he'd ride out that respect until his next deployment, where he would prove himself once again.

Valkren approached the door of the cantina and waited a brief second for it to slide out of his way. As he entered the bar, all eyes came on him, there was silence as the twenty plus soldiers in the cantina just waited to hear what the man had to say.

Calderon tried to think of something witty to say, something to boost their morale and get them in a sudden uproar. His mind was blank after the time he spent in their headquarters in briefings and mission reports. He blinked before grabbing at two shot glasses just as a serving girl brought them to the table directly next to the door.

The colonel would offer a sly wink, before lifting one of the shot glasses to the center of the bar with his right hand, the other in his left.

"Don't wait up for me, boys. I got plenty to catch up for." Soon after he stated this he threw back the glass of liquor in his right hand, giving himself a quick second before finishing off the second. This got the response he was looking for, the bar going in a sudden uproar that could easily be heard in the vicinity of the barracks, the soldiers soon after returning to their own conversations and stories. He made his way to the bar, letting the burn of the two shots he had just power through simmer down in his throat.

"What can I get ya' Colonel?" The bartender spoke up, who was actually a mess-hall sergeant that got picked for Cantina duty.

"Ale for me, and two shots for the fellas in the corner." He took off his cap and took a seat at the bar, now he just had to wait and see who exactly would walk through those doors next.

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] |

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

Jerit wanted to find something else to do today. He didn't feel like getting cramped up in his room meditating, and he wanted to get out and have some fun. Then he got an idea. Occasionally, he would pass maybe a soldier or two every now and then, and they made Jerit curious. What did they do in their free time? Did they condition or participate in drills all day long? He definitely wanted to meet more of them and so he walked out of the temple and started wondering around. He encountered two soldiers walking side by side having a conversation with each other. After following them for maybe a couple seconds, Jerit poked the one on the right. The soldier turned around to Jerit, and the other soldier copied. The soldier Jerit poked a had long scar on his face with a buzz cut, while the other had short, wavy hair.

" Yes? What can I do for you master Jedi? " The right soldier spoke in a mono toned deep voice.

" I was wondering if there is a place where soldiers like to mingle. I wanna meet more of them so I can familiarize myself more with Voss. I am new here " Jerit asked in a confident and befriending voice.

" Well there is the bar nearby called, Gedunk Cantina, that's where I see a lot of soldiers go. "

" Do you know where I can find this bar? "

" Of course! It is right in the middle of the barracks! In fact, I was heading there myself. Would you like to accompany us? "

" Gladly! Thank you sir! "

Jerit speed walked to the far right side of the two soldiers. They were walking for a few, until they stumbled upon a building with a sign in Aurebesh, Gedunk Cantina. Jerit entered the bar with the two soldiers.

" This is where we split off, have fun! " The right soldier spoke as he was walking very fast to some friends along with the other soldier that accompanied the three man party to the bar.

Jerit was alone, and he felt awkward. there were tables filled with off duty soldiers drinking, and having a marvelous time. Jerit cherished it. He loved seeing people have fun. After about a minute or two soaking in the environment, Jerit made his way to the bartender and sat next to a soldier who he assumed was pretty important. The Bartender came up to Jerit and asked

" What can I get 'ya Master Jedi? "

" Just a water for me. I am not interested in getting tipsy as of now. "

" Whatever you say. If you wanna drink something hard, just yell "

The bartender gave Jerit a cup of water, and the boy turned in his chair to soak up more of the atmosphere.....

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

These days, Arisa was kept pretty busy with all the additional duties her job entailed. As Grandmaster of the Silver Order, she was one part counselor, military commander, politician, etc. All these things and more wrapped up under one title. Some days she just sat back in the office, staring down at her desk in disbelief. Not even thirty yet, already still feeling like it was yesterday since she had been a Padawan on Coruscant.

After an especially taxing day running through budgets with the finance department, she was quite beat and needed some time to unwind. So when Valkren asked her to join him at the Fleet Club, better known as the Gedunk Cantina, so was only more than happy to tag along, no stranger to the bar herself.

She arrived at the Catina a little after Valkren, right on the heels on a particularly giddy initiate she recognized as [member="Mabbik"]'s first apprentice. She raised an eyebrow when she saw him launch into an order for a drink, but was relieved to see that he only ordered some water. As long the teenager kept to non-alcoholic beverages, she would remain mum about his presence within the cantina.

Another hush fell over the cantina as the patrons began to recognize the young Atrisian woman as their boss. THE boss. She held the dual hat of being both the Grandmaster of the Silver Order, and Supreme Commander of the Antarian Rangers. In that moment, she was clearly reminded of that fact, having not stepped inside Gedunk since before her latest promotion.

It was going to take some time getting used to all the newfound attention.

[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Valkren spun on his barstool, taking a look as a familiar face besides almost every soldier in the joint walked in. He was thinking of [member="Jerit Kolomor"], the young Jedi looked as if he had not seen the inside of bar let alone an alcoholic drink. The colonel frowned slightly, only to take away the frown by replacing it with the lip of his glass, he knew what it was like to be in his position. It was exactly how he felt during his initial enlistment with the Republic. Aside from knowing one man he joined up with, he was walking into the faction blindly.

He pushed himself out of his chair and took a few steps over, slapping his hand on the shoulder of Jerit. He was preparing to push his drink into his chest, making him loosen up and have a drink. Yet, before he could actually force/hand the drink to him..What Valkren never thought would happen, happened.

Grandmaster [member="Arisa Yune"] stepped into the bar, and like clockwork, the entire bar fell into silence once more. The young colonel's eyes were wide as he began to think twice of what he was doing. He then realized that the crowds were once more, absolutely silent. He had to do something before men started to vacate the bar like Arisa was some type of plague. He placed his own ale behind Jerit on the bar, just incase he wanted to snag it for a drink. He'd twist around and pick up two more shot glasses, before moving out onto the floor toward Arisa. He'd hand her one of the glasses and whisper.

"I don't know what Jedi mumbo-jumbo ya'll have with drinking. Just go with it though.."

After this Valkren turned around, his service cap now folded in his right hand, with his own shot glass in his left. He raised his voice to speak out to the men and women in uniform.

"Ladies and grunts, would you all give a very warm welcome to your newest Grandmaster, Arisa Yune!" With this, he knocked back his own shot.

The bar, once more, went into an uproar. Glasses were clinking together and different members of different units were shouting out at Arisa. In fact, just because she was a jedi, a group of grunts with the 228th Black Ops selected another jedi to celebrate, Jerit. They started patting him on his shoulders and back, one giving him a playful push, before another handed him a shot.

Now Valkren can control who he gives alcohol to, but his men, well that was a whole different story.

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

When Jerit turned around in his seat, he saw something he was both glad and horrified to see. The Grandmaster herself, [member="Arisa Yune"] , in the bar. He was glad that he wasn't the only Jedi there but also worried. He had to think very much of what his next action might be to not upset Arisa. He acted almost on instinct to give a bow but decided against it out of pure hesitation and nervousness. The bar went silent and Jerit felt uneasy. He saw Valkren get up and placed his ale behind the boy, and went up to Arisa and whispered in her ear of which Jerit could not hear. He then saw Valkren turn around and yelled about the welcoming of the new Grandmaster. The bar went nuts around Jerit! Everywhere soldiers were having the same fun as they had originally before, and Jerit loved it. When soldiers came up to Jerit to celebrate with the boy, they gave him a shot. Jerit did not want to be a negative nancy about the fantastic time everybody was having. Plus, one shot couldn't hurt. So the boy raised the shot glass to the air and drank it all in one swallow. He put the shot glass down with one hand with a lot of force, as the shot must have been something super strong. His throat was burning like a wildfire. The Bartender came up to Jerit and patted him on the back and gave him another shot.

" Good Job kid, here's another one if you feel up to it "

The bartender then went back to go and care to some other soldiers who just got to the racket. Jerit, on the other hand went up to Valkren, and gave him a bow with a huge smile on his face. He got back up and said

" I haven't had that much fun in a long time, thank you sir. "

Then, Jerit went up to Grandmaster Arisa to apologize for drinking. He bowed with everything he had and explained it was only one and he would not drink anymore during the time he was there....

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic paused as he wandered outside the temple, he paused and noticed that the local bar was still open. He grinned to himself as he decided to head inside, it had been too long since he had a good few drinks. With recent events, he was in dire need of one. He pushed the door open and saw that his Master was in the bar as well as a couple of others he recognised from the visit to Coruscant. Yuroic headed to the bar and ordered a glass of their strongest stuff. He wanted to drink away his sorrows.

Looking over to Arisa and Jerit, he gave a small wave then raised a glass to the soldier before downing his drink. He tapped for a relief as he felt the warming sensation trickle down his gullet from the strong drink. He found it odd that the Padawan bowed to Arisa, he did not think her as a person who appreciated bowing. Seemed too formal for her. However, she was the Grand Master of the Order now so he should have guessed that some would try to show respect in that manner. Normally, he would have shown greater respect himself, he always tried to be the best he could to honour her. However, tonight, tonight he was his own man with his own troubles to drink away.

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

Valkren rose from the bar to whisper in her ear about accepting a drink. She found his words funny, as there were no rules against Jedi drinking, dating all away back to the original Jedi Order of centuries before which was much stricter than the Jedi organizations of now.

She was just about to tell him as such, but then Valkren roused the whole bar in a raucous state of celebration over her recent promotion as grandmaster. She couldn't help but look around with a growing smile, cheeks becoming tinged rose from embarrassment. Through the Force, she could feel that their cheers were mostly genuine. That meant a lot to her, as she had grown closer to soldiers over Jedi during her time in the Republic, always in awe to their dedication while her Jedi peers so easily ran away. It was large part because of them that she had kept fighting on until the very end.

Looking and feeling quite awkward at that point, she none the less took her shot and drained the small glass in one gulp, leaving her throat with a nice burn. That earned her another round of cheers, partaking in one of the soldier's favorite pastimes after a hard day of duty.

That would probably be the only drink she would have, though. She was only a social drinker at best, and she wasn't the best at keeping a grip over her abilities while intoxicated. The Jedi Master could quite literally flatten everything and everyone within Gedunk without trying. So, it was likely going to be iced Palmers for her the rest of the night.

"So much for an easy night, huh?" she said, addressing Valkren with a snort as she regained her composure.

The patrons eventually settled down and returned to drinking and mingling when they knew Arisa hadn't come to rain on their parade. Though with both Valkren and Arisa around, their behavior did improve just a smidgen.

All the while, she hadn't missed Jerit taking a shot himself, but the teenage initiate was quick to come to her side and apologize. She gave him a very stern look to start, but her features softened as she gave him a pat on the shoulder and then beckoned him to stand straight.

"Please don't bow, but there's a reason why you're not supposed to drink right now. Alcohol affects a developing brain, and that's not something a dip in a bacta tank will fix."

So it was back to non-alcoholic beverages while Arisa was around and watching, but he would still be able to remain if he liked.

She turned back as she felt the familiar aura of her apprentice Yuroic as he came up to the bar. She wasn't the slightest bit surprised he had shown up and wasn't bothered by it in the slightest. Her Padawans had much latitude in their free time, provided they could they could keep up with her during instructional periods and missions away from Voss.

"Yuroic, how are you doing this evening?" she asked as she finally made herself comfy at the bar.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

After the group had downed their shooters and received another cheer, Valkren turned back slightly to the Grandmaster, giving her more of a 'I told you so' look, before turning back and taking a up a new glass of hops. He took a sip to keep the liquid gold from spilling over the lip of the glass, then looked back to a now.. Blushing Arisa?

He supposed it was only natural. In reality, Valkren and Arisa were in the same shoes, although her shoes were muchhh bigger ones. They had both been promoted before they even reached their thirties, making them some of the youngest leadership in the galaxy, which makes for a lot more responsibility and many more eyes on. The Grandmaster just had much more 'leadership' to deal with.

But that's why they had places like this, for people like them to blow off steam. At least that was Valkren's main use for it, he just wondered how Arisa handled the same steam.

He smirked after her statement, taking another gulp before speaking up. "This is an easy night, Ma'am." It was strange, using titles in this place. Usually ranks and leadership was left at the door of these types of cantinas He made his way back to his place at the bar, before slapping Jerit on the shoulder before he could make his way to Arisa.

"More fun to come, kid." He whispered, then sitting down at the bar with the group. He was glad that everyone showed up, it was a perfect situation for more bonds to be made between the military aspect of the Silver Jedi Order and, well..The Jedi aspect.

Really, Valkren wanted to get to know the group he traveled so much with as well. That called for another round of shots. He'd wave down the bartender once more while the rest got settled.

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"]

 

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[member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]​

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It was then after seem long hours spent work on his little pet project over at the back side part of the hangar. Ronin was all too eager get some down time out for a change so when he heard talks of a certain pub which. He happen to overheard walk down the halls that he figured to check out which seem be a decent choice.

Walk in and sort get a decent drink of the bar for a change he plop over to side open seat. A pint ale in one hand he then proceed to look about recognize ...... as a individual he'd met in the temple and the other being the new headmaster of the Temple.

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

After bowing to the Grand Master and receiving forgiveness, Jerit decided to Valkren to chat it up. He was really fond of him, as the man was like a brother figure to Jerit. Always giving him simple pleasures. It made his day (or night in this case) brighter. When Jerit was right next to Valkren, he sat down and chatted.

"So, I am guessing this is the only place soldiers get to hang out and have fun? I really like it here. Sometimes it is good to get informal for some people, but it hasn't left me that's for sure."

Jerit really loved the bar. He just could not get over it. The atmosphere, friends, colleagues. He never felt anything like this, especially before. All he did for fun was meditate and meditate. Sure, he did live on Lothal by a city, but he was never around. His father told him of attachments when he was younger. Jerit didn't like it, but he had to obey. So that meant he could not travel to the city to make friends or have any sort of fun. Only training...

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

[WelshPsych]

He noticed that the bar was becoming quickly more crowded as the evening drew on. He took another shot of the drink the bartender was pouring then looked over to where his Master was sat comfortable. He gave a sigh. There was a large part of him reluctant to answer. It meant bringing feels to the surface that he was struggling to keep down. The murdering of someone out of anger, the kidnapping of Jairdain. So much had happened in such a short time frame that he was struggling to digest it all. So he ordered another set of shots, three or four. Taking one in each hand he quickly downed the first two then repeated with the second lot.

I'm... I'm okay... Yuroic answered as he shook off the sharp flavours of the alcohol. However, his body was starting to react to the alcohol. It had been awhile since he last drunk and it had been even longer since he had last drunk like this. Blinking hard several times, he checked to see if he was feeling drunk or just wishing himself to be. One often found themselves wishing drink to make the drunk than rather be drunk.

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

[Marl]

Marl walked around his new home base, the Silver Campus. He hadn't been walking for long when he found a cantina. Gedunk. Marl was not a social person, he was bred for war, not for talking. He begun walking away when suddenly he thought to himself.

"How are you gonna earn their respect in the field if you can't do it out of the line of fire." He thought to himself.

Marl sighed under his breath. Life was easier as a clone, especially at the clone bars on Coruscant. you all liked the same things and if you said something stupid, you walked away for 20 minutes and introduce yourself as someone else, everyone else was too drunk to notice.

Marl walked up to the doors put on his most sincere smile and walked in. He hadn't been this nervous since he was captured by the separatist forces, but at least the clankers don't judge you. Marl felt ridiculous feeling this anxious. But he kept going in regardless. He looked over to see a group of mostly Jedi and the Colonel.

"Hello Colonel," Marl said respectfully to Valkren, "Master Jedi." Marl nodded toward the rest of the group.

He looked around at the group, he was surprised he hadn't even seen Master Yune sitting with the Colonel. Marl had to stifle a laugh. He imagined Yoda cracking a cold one with the boys at a clone bar. The thought of that made him less nervous. He walked over to the bartender.

"Shot of Corellian Whiskey." Marl said. Just enough to calm his nerves. He downed it and decided he wouldn't force his way into the conversation. He sat at the bar and listened in.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
[member="Jerit Kolomor"]
[member="Ronin Wendigo"]
[member="Valkren Calderon"]
[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Cambria Zadira]

[member="Marl"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]. [member="Arisa Yune"]

After finishing her evening meditative katas, Cambria Zadira decided she would explore further the Silver campus, which had changed since the Twi'lek Knight last had last been stationed at the Silver Jedi Order's temple on Voss. As of late much of the Jedi Guardian's time and efforts had been spent helping slaves to freedom and achieving better life along the Great River. It was good to be back home, if a Jedi could say that.

Golden eyes spotted what was a new cantina to her. The Rutian Twi'lek made her way to the door and entered the establishment where it seemed the Antarian Rangers frequented as it was full with soldiers with a sprinkling of Jedi intermixed. Strolling up to the bar dressed in her modified Jedi attire, this time wearing a skort rather than trousers on her shapely bottom half, Cambria gave a cant of her head to the clone sitting at the counter, then looked to the bartender. His eyes weren't meeting hers but fell lower to her exposed chest. Men?!

"A Lum - easy on the foam if you will, please," the blue-hued exotic beauty ordered, then she too took a seat gracefully upon a bar stool, casually crossing over one leg over the other and resting a booted foot on the railing at the bottom of the counter. She turned her Twi'lek-geared head towards the soldier once again and offered a small smile.

"You are Marl, yes? I am Cambria," the Jedi greeted in her thick Twi'lek accent as it rolled off her naturally berry-colored lips rather sensually. "How are you this evening?" she asked in a friendly manner as lekku swished in an ever so small side to side movement behind her back.

 

[Marl]

Marl looked over to the Twi'lek. who nodded over to him. He nodded back, She sat next to him and ordered a lum. Marl wasn't too much of a lum guy but it had it's moments. He looked over to the bartender who was looking down at her rather than look her in the eyes. If a clone trooper ever did that to a Jedi General, well he couldn't even imagine the consequences.

"Amateurs." Marl thought to himself.

Marl and most clones were trained not to have those feelings however despite being a clone, he was still human. The Twi'lek sat down next to him and she introduced herself, while giving him a sincere smile. However, what Marl noticed the most was her accent. He hadn't heard an accent like that since the campaign on Ryloth during the Clone Wars. He looked over to her, returning a friendly smile.

​"You are correct and Cambria? That's a lovely name." Marl said slightly awkward. He was telling the truth that he did mean it was a lovely name however he's not much for compliments besides yelling "Great shot!" every once in a while to his troops. Marl could command a hundred troops against separatist forces, yet here was making small talk in a bar, blowing it. Regardless, He continued to answer her question.

"I'm doing alright, ma'am. Nice evening for a drink. How are you this evening?"​ Marl asked sincerely. he looked around and decided to have another whiskey, just for his nerves he called the bartender over and ordered another shot.

[member="Cambria Zadira"]
[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
[member="Jerit Kolomor"]
[member="Ronin Wendigo"]
[member="Valkren Calderon"]
[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"The Jedi decide they need soldiers help and already they're trying to get all the Jedi girls. Come on man, try and leave some for the rest of us, will you?"

The voice came from near [member="Marl"] as Josh would walk into the establishment just in time to hear what had been said. The cheeky grin that spread across his face indicating that he was joking in the spirit of good nature, of course, and the Jedi Master clearly did not mean any harm. Long blonde hair graced a youthful face, brown eyes brimming with amusement as he would remove the earbuds that had been in his ears, to where someone with good enough hearing might be able to glint a "I'll be your one-up girl" coming from the buds before the Jedi would turn it off with his datapad... Shmi had showed him this music app for datapads and he sincerely wished he had this sort of thing for while he was on missions all these years.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qgOeXbFQ9U​

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"The usual, if you please. Thank you" He spoke politely to the bartender before he would peer around the establishment, and his eyes would fix on the one familiar face he could see.

"On the topic of lovely names, lovely faces and all that is so... A pleasure to see you again, Grandmaster" Josh would tease, shooting [member="Arisa Yune"] another grin as he would look back then to see the progress of his drink. He came out here once in awhile after missions, if he happened to pass by on his way home... This go around, he had been on the outer rim, so it was safe to say he'd been gone for a good while. Unwinding for a bit before he got home and had to undertake in home duties and all that.

[member="Cambria Zadira"] - [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] - [member="Jerit Kolomor"] - [member="Valkren Calderon"] - [member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

[Cambria Zadira]

"Why, thank you. It is my core name, which means 'of the people' and/or 'beauty and knowledge'," Cambria replied with a humbled smile. "My birth one is way too complicated for most humans to say without much difficulty. In my native language not getting an accent correctly placed or a sound in perfect tone could give the word a whole different meaning than originally intended," the Twi'lek Jedi nodded, then added instructively.

"Take the Rebel pilot Wedge Antilles. He was celebrated by my people when the Commander of Rogue Squadron at the time aided them. He was given the honorary Twi'leki name of Wedgan'tilles, which meant 'Slayer of the Stars'. But if said incorrectly, it meant in a most generous translation at best, 'one so foul he could induce vomiting in a rancor'.

With a soft grin showing at that notion, Cambria reached for the mug of Lum that had been dropped off by the bartender in the mean time. Even though she had asked for easy on the foam, the locally-made ale was very frothy still. Bringing it to her full lips, a drink was taken, then the mug was placed back down upon the counter on the flimsi coaster provided. She licked the whiteness off her lips before answering the dark-haired clone's returned question.

"That is good to hear, [member="Marl"]... and it is. I am doing well myself while I get settled back into the swing of temple life as I have been away from Voss for quite awhile on a series of independent missions."

Cambria's head turned to where the booming, carefree voice was coming from. The Rutian Twi'lek's lekku twitched amused, then another sip of Lum was taken. Men?!

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Jakkor had walked in, his robes flowing and himself both tired and broken himself. He had emerged from a trip to Tatooine, whom he encountered his former Master/ Wife in the dune sea on Tatooine. She had hunted him down for leaving the family he had created with her almost a year ago. They had both beaten each other pretty bad, and at the time it was over his tribe drove her off to protect their chieftain. He had left himself now alone, he had returned to Voss to resume being a Jedi Knight.

He did not know what he was doing in a Bar, what he should be doing was find a Padawan to train, but for right now he needed to sit down and have a quiet drink. He had noticed many beings from soldiers to fellow Jedi. He had walked up to the stool and looked to the bartender, the bartender looked at him a bit surprised to see a Tusken clad in robes. "Corellian Whiskey please." The bartender nodded filling a glass with the burning liquid. Kess merely took a sip, shaking slightly as the liquid went down his throat and sat silently keeping to himself and trying to forget all the bad things that had happened.

[member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] @Marl @Yuroic Xeraic [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Marl]

While the Twi'lek spoke, Marl nodded when aproppriate. However before he could respond he heard a loud booming voice from behind her. Marl didn't pick up on the joking manner of his voice.

"What do you mean?" Marl asked.

He then brought his attention back to the Jedi, after all it would be rude if he left her hanging to talk to the man with the loud voice.

"So what kind of independent missions are we talking about?" Marl asked. He looked over to the bartender and gave him to piles of credits.

"This pile's for me and this pile is for Cambria." Marl said to the barkeep nudging towards the Twi'Lek. He looked back at Cambria.

"You're drinks are on me." He said smirking.

He's never bought a drink for a woman before, however it seemed to be the polite thing to do for a woman. In other bars and cantinas, he had seen many men buy women drinks. Probably just a courteous thing to do like holding the door, or what not. Besides with the amount of credits he's making with the Rangers he can surely afford it.

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[member="Cambria Zadira"]
@Josh DragonFlame
[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
[member="Jerit Kolomor"]
[member="Arisa Yune"]
[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic was now on his third drink. However, he was fortunate in the fact that his body was not yet feeling the affects of the alcohol. Which meant only one thing, he needed more. Looking around as he ordered a fourth, he noticed that it had picked up in liveliness, there were more soldiers walking in and a couple of Jedi. The one who caught his eye was the Twi'lek. Not for her looks or her attire, though he was sure that they were both very alluring. He was interested in the fact it had been so long since he had seen a Twi'lek, outside of Nar Shaddaa. He was beginning to wonder if the Jedi was a human only faction. From appearances it did seem so. Even in this bar, she was the only one not human. From what Yuroic could tell.

Calling from where he was sitting he placed his hands together in aku'shaan, he had learnt much of the Twi'lek life and customs when living on Nar Shaddaa. Being a moon of Nal Hutta and the Hutts fondness for Twi'lek slaves, it was no surprise that he met so many in the poorer districts of the planet. He even learnt their language, it wasn't too difficult when he was so young, but he had a number of languages in his head that he had to be careful of how to speak when using a specific dialect. He decided to speak to Cambria in Ryl, to show that he knew her people's tongue.

Ki'usol, Do jalran Ryl tenii Do dec kue Gi hiht. Ohk a jorhisanm arsian go jort Do fic rarnork arosv jinqa tilor ji jerhc. Do tann cea Do fic go talkan cea ktan.

He felt somewhat pleased in what he said. He had not spoken the language for many months, mostly due to his training here but he always enjoyed staying and talking to Twi'leks on Nar Shaddaa. They were more comforting than living with other humans from his experience.

[member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"] |

 

[Cambria Zadira]

Cambria gave the Tusken a respectful cant of her head as he took a seat at the bar a couple of stools down from the clone soldier and herself and ordered a drink. His aura in the Force suggested he was unsettled for some reason. Everyone experienced emotions, both good and bad. Hopefully the Jedi would be able to find peace soon as it was not healthy to let the troubling feelings fester for long. The Twi'lek Knight had been taught long ago by her master to acknowledge the emotion for what it was i.e. rapture, anger, lust, then release it into the Force. Sometimes it was easier said than done, but for one's peace of mind it was a necessity... or at least it was for her.

So Marl asked what kind of independent missions she had been doing. He also placed a large amount of credits on the counter for both their bar tabs. The blue-hued Twi'lek's gold-speckled hazel eyes showed amusement. The clone didn't have a clue that she could probably drink him well under the table for her species had two stomaches with a high metabolism. Intoxication would not be an easy achievement for her nor a wanted one for that matter.

"Thank you, Marl," Cambria smiled at his kind gesture, then was thoughtful for a moment. "A cause near to my heart is helping slaves to find their freedom and a better life for themselves. I have been offering them protection from predators as they make their way along the Great River. Many were stuck in the Core while the One Sith held the territory. If not for being Force-sensitive, my destiny might have been theirs," she said, then took another sip of the Lum as the excessive foam had settled down nicely now.

When someone called out from behind in her native language, the Rutian Twi'lek turned on the bar stool to see who it was; braintails swishing rather excitedly at the thought of conversing. It was one of the young padawans if she was not mistaken. Yuroic seemingly had a good handle of Ryl or Twi'leki... well except when he slurred his words from the alcohol. She'd let that go for now.

"Ki'usol rayao, eyan uru. Dei uba bo sei nawara ohk go si'mori toe a foh," Cambria replied draped in her thick Twi'lek accent accompanied by a soft grin.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Jakkor Kess"]

Spoiler

Translation: Greetings returned, young one. Your use of my tongue is not bad for a human.