Private All I do is Subsist

[Revora]

Jakku
Earlier that day​

A wreckage of a speeder lay sprawled across the desert sand. Wind billowing and carrying the smoke that was drifting from the fire of the wreck. Now blackening husk. From the wreckage was a Rodian crawling out desperately in the wasteland. His legs defunct and the dry sands now sizzled with his blood as he tried to crawl to whatever form of salvation he was clinging on to at that moment. The sun hang high in the sky and as it did the Rodian turns his head and sees a black figure calmly walking towards. He tries to crawl away faster only to feel his side cramp up and for him to cry out in pain.

The figure has caught up to him. The black cyborg like Cathar merely puts an armored foot down onto his back to stop him. He screams out in pain.

<"I think that should teach you that running is pointless"> A heavily distorted voice voice came from it as the alchemical mutant flipped the Rodian onto his back so he was forced to look at her. The Rodian's eyes see the blaster held in her hand that now takes aim at his chest.

"~Wait! Don't shoot! The reward is higher if you bring me in alive right? Just take me ok. You don't need to kill me. I'll behave.~" The Rodian begged in Huttese hoping to secure any modicum of life for himself. The Cathar stopped for a second to think.

<"If you wanted to live you wouldn't have made me work."> Were the last cold words the Rodian heard as Revy shot him in the chest. The Cathar shrugs and holsters her pistol before taking out a tarp to wrap up the newly dead body and begins to set off to collect her reward.

Now​

Traveling to the nearby Space port Revy approaches and enters a cantina. The sun is beginning to set causing the colors of the horizon to peel away into a kaleidoscope of blues, oranges, pinks and reds. Signaling the beginning of Jakku's Twilight life. The cantina is already moderately packed as she enters. The Body wrapped up and stored away on a speeder bike parked outside that the disgraced Mandalorian rented. Revy walks up to the bartender not minding anyone else in the Cantina at the moment. If they wanted to start trouble with her then they could. Most knew well enough to stay away.

<"Is Sal here? I got a bounty to collect."> Revy asked the bartender, her distorted voice modulator adding even more impassiveness to her voice.

"Give him a few minutes he has some arrangements to make."

<"Tell him if you can that every minute he makes me wait makes the smell worse. Just give me a Correlian whiskey straight then."> Revy muttered before taking a seat on the stool. Getting a straw ready so she could sip on the beverage the Bartender poured for her. This day was already getting more agonizing by the second. She didn't need any more annoyances.

Raya Krayt

 

[Raya Krayt]

The days on Jakku were long and laborious under the intense rays of heat. Raya had only come to the planet to stock up on supplies before a long journey back to Concord Dawn and while it was by no means as strenuous as if she had been working, she still didn't enjoy the heat. Thankfully, sunset allowed respite from the heat and the Mandalorian could breathe freely in the cantina with a cool drink. Considering how many times she had been to Tatooine, she had never become accustomed to such a climate which wasn't helped by being encased in metal.

As Raya looked up from her stew, her eyes followed a peculiar figure who entered the room and walked to the bar. She watched inquisitively for a moment before placing her cutlery down, scooping her helmet up that had been placed on the table and approached the bar. She leaned against the bar and ordered a drink from the bartender before turning to face the newcomer. She looked... intriguing to say the least. Intimidating, certainly, but this Mandalorian was not intimidated. "So what brings you here?" She asked, curiously.

She was not afraid of approaching strangers, cautious but unafraid. She was confident and curious which would often result in her talking to anyone just to find out their story if she was intrigued enough which was what led her to the stranger before her. Not all were content with conversing with her, which she was aware of, but she would try nonetheless. Often, her reputation through her appearance as a Mandalorian was enough to prevent her from getting into violent altercations because of her curiosity, but not always.

Revora

 

[Revora]

She raised her drink, carefully inserted the metal straw through a specialized port and began to ingest her poison. Feeling the metallic taste of the straw against her lips. It was a small conciliation that she still had a mouth that moved and worked underneath her helmet. There were always stories about the creations that the Sith could make and a few times she wondered if she was really the lucky one. She after all was still a Cathar underneath the metal. Some came out of the process so twisted and warped that it was impossible to tell what it was supposed to start as... She shrugged off the thought as she put her drink down. She noticed a new pair of hands to her right, just before the owner of said hands began to talk to her. Great. Small talk.

She turned her head and saw something that she had dreaded most. Something that dressed as a Mandalorian. Her mind picked at the person taking in details. Purple and black color armor, several chips and scraps with worn paint finish. A set of scar marks that draped over the left side of the helmet. Unable to tell if they were artistic or if earned. A clan symbol depicting a dragon. Her mind tried to do a mental look up of what clan it was but only ran into blanks. Either she never heard of it or the Sith had made sure to erase that knowledge through their... "conditioning". Taking in everything she came to a conclusion: There was a decent chance this was a Mandalorian. Not just a Death Watch that had recolored her armor to make it look like they came from a different clan, or some other pretender. Though... you never could be sure.

She turned her body slightly to better face the purple Mando making sure not to expose too much of her left shoulder. Even if it had been crossed out she didn't want her to notice the Death Watch logo that was printed into the armored pad. Revy then rested her right arm on her waist making a soft tink as Beskar collided with Beskar. She always hated that noise, it was like a mental tick that reminded her she would never feel her fingers caress something ever again, or even just take in the feeling of touching herself. Still she needed have her hand resting closer to her blaster just in case this likely went south. She figured she may as well engage with her and see what she wanted to get at. Make it easier to potentially catch some deceit.

<"A Rodian, arsonist who pretended to be a traveling salesman if you'd believe it. He's been running a spree in the inner rim until he got sloppy. Fled to backwater planets like this dump and had a bounty put on him. Tracked him down to here and now I'm here to collect with the local guild rep. Nothing special really.">

She explained as her eyes drifted around seeing Sal was coming yet. She really didn't like being stuck in places like this for too long. There was always to many eyes that couldn't be accounted for. Speaking of which one was a T-visor that was still watching her.

"What about you? What brings a Mando like you to the middle of nowhere?"> Revy asked back as she contemplated reaching for her drink. So far everything seemed normal. Though her mind could never fully assume that.

Raya Krayt

 

[Raya Krayt]

She tried to eye up the woman as best she could without seeming too intrusive as her eyes were not hidden behind her helmet, something she could normally use to her advantage. The main thought she had was wondering how hot it must be in her armour which looked toasty enough to go camping on Hoth in.

For a clan whose main goal was the survival of Mandalorian tradition, it was no surprise that a Krayt member would be the one talking to strangers in bars as their main survival was through foundlings and their clan founder had been recruited into Mandalorian tradition a similar way. Still, even when people weren't suitable for joining the clan, it still paid to make allies. She was still assessing the case before her to figure out if she was a potential ally or threat.

"Oh, nice." She nodded approvingly and thanked the bartender when he placed her drink in front of her. The woman seemed accepting of a conversation so Raya parked herself on the barstool beside her and sipped her drink. The voice was interesting. It made the Mandalorian wonder if this person was a seasoned warrior who had been damaged in battle and maybe that was why she didn't remove her helmet.

It seemed as though the Mandalorian just wanted a conversation as she was at ease and showed no sign of threat towards her new companion. It might have even been assumed that the usually sociable Mandalorian was lonely or bored as it was clear she was travelling alone. "I had work in the sector and now I'm just stocking up before I head back to Concord Dawn." She replied.

"Nice armour." She commented, looking the woman over more overtly this time. "What's it made of?" She asked. Had she been more familiar with the woman she would've knocked on the armour with her hand but even in all her ease at the situation, she was not stupid enough to try that with a stranger.

Revora