Azure: A Pilot's Second Home

[The Hound]

The Azure. Once a drifting Super Star Destroyer on the fringes of the Outer Rim, The Azure was now a haven for pilots and pirates from around the galaxy. It was a bar of sorts, a place to rest a weary head or restock on vital supplies. The Chiss couple that found the space station were probably making a killing now. Despite its reputation among pilots however, it remained relatively unknown to most of the rest of the galaxy. Well, not unknown but rather ignored. Much of what happened within this place was not public knowledge as many of the more regular patrons either were criminals. Despite this, it was Turin's favorite space bar. He loved the company, the gambling wasn't half bad, and though the liquor was watered down, it was a nice place to have a few drinks and shoot the breeze, which is what he was doing today. After all, after the entire Omni crisis and the ceremonies afterwards, an Ace pilot needed a day of R&R.

Approaching the Azure in his civilian variant of the Z-120 Headhunter, he was hailed by the dock staff, After giving his membership code he was given the affirmative to land and dock his vessel. Exiting the Headhunter he stretched. Azure was a long ways away from Republic space and the trip itself had taken almost an entire day. He could rest later though in his suite, now it was time to drink! Shifting his shoulders in his jacket he took out a smoke and lit it, inhaling deeply before exhaling, the white smoke forming a sweet smelling cloud around him. It was time to mingle.

 

[Ironwolf]

In the bar covered in the blue haze of cigar smoke sat an ominous figure. With a sour face he sipped his drink. Some dark green liquid that glowed in the soft underlight. He sat next to one of those big pane windows and kept glancing outside from time to time. However it was those around him steered clear of the man. Ironwolf was known around these parts. And he kept glancing outside because outside maintaining a regular orbit around the station was his flagship. The Arcadia. Her twin guns armed as always, in case someone decided to choose this vulnerable moment to end the Pirate the Ship would make damn sure no one left the Station alive. Or so went the plan anyway.

He looked up and around. Usually this place was crawling with lowlifes, just what he needed for his crew. But tonight it seemed slow. No matter it would pick up. He had put the word out though...The Arcadia needed Starfighter Pilots for its own private mini squadron.

 

[The Hound]

As he entered a certain person caught his eye. A vicous pirate by the name of Ironwolf. He was suprised he didn't see his ship on his way in, which troubled him. Technically this man was wanted by several governments and he was under explicit orders to take him in if he saw him. But he probably had his ship and crew on a short leash. Some were probably mingling with the rest of the patrons and his ship lay in wait, just waiting for the word to jump to defend its captain. But he also knew that he was a regular here and held a kind of respect for the man. This was also a "neutral" zone as far as the management was concerned, marking anyone who stirred up trouble a target to be thrown out of the nearest air-lock. Patting his left brest he made sure that his heavy blaster was in fact there, just in case things got rowdy later. With a shrug he made his way to the bar, ordering an ice cold lum.

While he waited he lit a cigarette, the sweet smelling smoke creating a bluish haze around him as he exhaled. The dancers tonight were...nice. Mostly Twi'lek but there was one Togrutan gem among them, as well as a few more than attractive humans. At least he thought they were human, maybe they were Hapan. "How I wish..." he let the thought trail off as he watched the dancers.

 

[Nyos Val]

Still sore from his surgeries, Nyos hobbled into the bar, and picked a spot near the back wall. He sat and began to massage his new limbs. He ordered two drinks and used one as an ice-pack for his leg. Wasn't the best of places to end up, nor the worst. He'd been dropped here by the ship that had picked him up out of the escape pod he stole. His head still hurt from his escape, and he needed to rest and catch his breath. since the day he was attacked, he's been on the move to keep away from the pirates who'd attacked him. But they hadn't shown up for a few days, so he figured he was safe enough to relax. The bar was moderatly full, with a few patrons joking and laughing across the room. Nyos noticed a semi-circle was formed at a great distance around one patron at the bar. He didn't know of the man, but knew well enough that he was probably as dangerous as they come. Smoke filled another spot in the bar, along with the ooohs and awwws from the men watching the dancers. A pale Twi'lek with jade green eyes, and a revealing outfit apporached Nyos and offered a "dance" but Nyos was neither in the mood nor had the resources to accept the offer. Waving her off politely, Nyos went back to his drinks.
This wasn't what he wanted to be doing but since he had no choice, he'd wait until he was healed enough to search for the bastards who attacked and ultimately destroyed his ship. He had been able to send a transmission to his parents letting them know he was alright and that he was safe, but not allowing them the knowledge of his current state. The bandage still covering his right eye, Nyos sat at an angle that allowed as much vision as possible of the entirety of this bar. His arm itched at the stitching of the prostetic, his leg burned from walking on it with his fairly fresh wound, and his eye was still giving him issues, especially when trying to sleep. He'd make due for now, but he needed a way to get credits and get back home.