Private Acient Watering Hole

[Anduir Ka]

Anduir knew this place, was guided to it by her Phantom-Memories, going deeper and deeper into the depths of Geonosis’s Golbah City, where not that long ago she had made her rather...destructive...entrance to CIS Space. It was an older cantina, though “greasy” may have been the better descriptor: the Sephi’s mind played out distant and hazy scenes of violence as she stepped in, her Gene-Mother’s memories of the various brawls in an establishment like this: it all made sense once she glazed over the assembly.

They were a hard folk, scum, sellswords, and beyond, and all held the glint of being more than willing to ram a shiv into your side and take whatever credits you still had on you. It made Anduir keep a close eye on the new blaster pistol that was now holstered onto her hip, vaguely visible bacta patches giving off the impression of weakness to this lot, where none would be found.

But, more bizarre than all of that: they all seemed to be afraid of her, or at least the regular patrons were: she was the splitting image of her gene-mother back when she was “young”, and it seemed they had mistaken the clone for the original. Hurriedly, the Sephi was given a seat in one of the back corners, somewhat cautiously taking the seat, Anduir fell into the irony of following what her Gene-Mother had always done: glazing over the patrons to see whoever seemed interesting enough.

Aravae

 

[Aravae]

Leaving home had originally been such an easy thing. She had been so sheltered, so out of whack with the rest of the galaxy, that when the opportunity to leave had arose? Aravae had not hesitated to jump on board and take off without looking back. Dangerous yes, reckless absolutely, stupid? Yep. Her family wanted her returned; they wanted to know she was safe and back within their folds where they could keep a constant eye on her once more. But Ava was elusive, and smart enough to know where she could stay hidden, and where she could get caught.

So far there was no bounty put out for her safe return, so seedy little places like this cantina she had found were uncomfortable for her, but ideal. She could get something to drink and get food in her belly, and no one would bat an eye in her direction - well, not for business reasons anyway.

Golbah City had been a place she had heard discussed by family and others back home, so naturally she had wanted to see the place for herself. Thus far? She was not impressed; by the people at least. The city itself was word-stealing impressive, but she was so used to people being and acting a certain way...it had been a problem anywhere she had gone thus far. People were unpredictable, and it made Ava paranoid to say the very least. She had learned to pick seats where her back would be to the wall, preferably a corner if she could manage, that way she could keep her eyes on those around her.

For now, she was safe it seemed. Little hands tended to both food and drink while blue eyes continuously glanced up to make sure there was no one approaching her. Sure would be nice if she knew where the partner she had been traveling with had gone, but as it were she was currently alone. Watching, and trying to eat her meal quickly without choking and killing herself on it.

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[Anduir Ka]

Anduir was slow with her drink when it came, the bizzare liquid was given to her wordlessly: hushed whispers spoken of the "ghost woman" sitting in a spot that had been long vacant. Disgusting stuff. It almost made her want to gag, but something within her made her continue to sip on it regardless. Hazy memories of tastes, more phantoms that had bled in from her Flash-Memory Training.

Her eyes eventually fell on Aravae, squinting slighty. A Sephi? No. There were some characteristics that were off. But immediately after, she noticed just how much this thing didn't belong: small hands, weak frame, looking around like a scared animal: it was almost enough to make her scoff. But she didn't, instead, her voice raised some: a bizzare mixture of the stand Imperial-Accent and the flouish (or obnoxiously pompous) accent of the Sephi nobility.

"You don't belong here."

Well. Social skills hadn't exactly been apart of her flash-memory training.

 

[Aravae]

It had been such an undisturbed experience for the most part. Sure, she was careful, maybe a little timid of the place, but no one had really bothered her, not with more than glances and questionable stares at least. And that was fine with Aravae. Let them stare and think what they wanted, so long as they didn't act on it. But when she heard someone speak up, her brow creased and she had to look around.

Oddly enough, it hadn't been hard to figure out that those words were meant for her. Nor was it difficult to find the person who had spoken them. One of Ava's ears twitched - not quite a burning sensation from being talked about, but awareness regardless. Her hands flexed against her cup and her spoon, and her eyes narrowed just a tad. She was hardly an intimidating creature, but there wasn't a whole lot she could do about that.

"And?" she questioned. "My credits seem to work just fine here." as was evident by the meal and drink she had in her possession, after all.

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[Anduir Ka]

Anduir held a gruffness that did not match her interior, battered and patchwork armor that seemed like it must've pulled out of a dumpster or a gaggle of corpses: it seemed the Sephi had already been finding her calling in the rougher sides of the Galaxy, such was the nature of a creature born from the memories of another it seemed. But she held no ill will to this Aravae, for it come merely as a statement, a blurt that she hadn't really even thought about.

"It is dangerous, no? You are small. Frail."

Anduir had the best kind of malice, unintentional malice, for much of her own grossly naive nature with this things just kept the ball rolling further and further down. The Sephi took a sip of her drink, she didn't flinch despite her stomach churning: how could anyone drink this garbage?