Blind Alley

[Dorian Aristov]

Gannaria, Somewhere

If he was entirely honest with himself, Dorian couldn't really say where he ended up. By now he was out of prison for almost a day, and he hadn't even asked anyone in the rundown bar about the planet's name. When a ship came to take the recently released convicts back into freedom he had just told them to drop him anywhere near the First Order. His initial plan had been to take the next ship to Bespin and meet his sister, but the longer he wasted his time drinking away his sorrows, the less appealing that idea had become.

What should he even tell her? Hey, it's your brother, sorry for not contacting you in six years. I don't have a job or money, can I crash on the couch? Dorian almost laughed at his own thought. His sister would probably just nod and hand him a blanket, despite the countless mistakes he made in their past.

His lonely silence, coupled with the various gang tattoos exposed on his arms, had already attracted three other guests, and send away as many. The first had asked him if he was interested in buying spice, the second if he was selling it. The last one had been a woman that offered him to ease his pain for a handful credits. Dorian had offered neither of them an answer, his blue eyes remained locked on the cheap drink he was downing, and his mouth only opened to consume more liquid.

On the seat besides him rested a large bag, containing all he owned. He didn't even made the effort to put on his clothes, resting on his place with nothing more then a black pair of trousers and a sleeveless white shirt. It wasn't really hard to guess what kind of person he had been by his looks alone.

[member="DT-0029"]

 

[DT-0029]

The first thing Elias heard was a his name being called over comms, his comms screamed It nearly made Elias jump, "Elias, your off duty for now, only for a few hours then get back to work." His comms device said, he wasn't really expecting a comms call, Elias leaned down to his Comms Device,"<::10-4, Unit will go off duty and or 10-7, ::>" DT-0029 said as he broke off in a sprint his long strides easily clearing as he would make his way to the designated location- or also known has his off-duty place-the bar.

DT-0029 slowly made his way to the bar looking around as he did, he stopped at the front door looking up and down the bar's front door before walking infront of the door and waiting for it to open- once he did he slowly walked in his armor still on from head to toe, he got glares, most of it was fearful glares due to the Deathtrooper Armor- and it was true, he liked being feared though sometimes he just wanted to be normal, maybe he should've taken off his armor before hand.

DT-0029 slowly took his seat to a man who was wearing a simple outfit of black trousers and a sleeveless white shirt, DT-0029 slowly looked out the frightened bartender, "<::One Cometduster::>" Elias said his voice modular making what he said slightly scrambled but the bartender nodded soon bringing him his drink, Elias muttered a few words and his helmet soon let out a white smoke and he took it off placing it next to him

Elias brought the glass of Cometduster to his lips taking a drink, the reason he always bought this drink was because it gave him a nice electrifying feeling all over his body as he drank it.

[member="Dorian Aristov"]

 

[Dorian Aristov]

Dorian's reaction to the heavily armored Stormtrooper wasn't the same as that of the bar's other patrons. He had seen his fair share of people like him, soldiers that wore their uniforms with so much pride that they didn't even took them off when they were off duty. Instead of trembling in fear, the blue eyed man simply continued to down the remains of his drink in cold stoicism even after the Deathtrooper took a seat close to him. Once his glass was empty, the ex con raised a hand towards the barkeeper.

When another drink was placed on the table, Dorian reached into his bag, only to return empty handed. The barkeeper stood besides him, his expression slowly growing skeptical when no credits changed their owner. Muttering under his breath Dorian continued to search for some leftover money, or at least something else he could trade for his order.

"Fierfek, where on Malachor is it?"

After around a minute the barkeeper came to the decision that the man and his whispered ramblings weren't worth the time and effort. In a swift movement the drink was swiped from the table, leaving Dorian with thirst and with an annoyed expression behind. Without anything else to do now, the man leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes. Maybe a few more hours of silence would bring him peace.


[member="DT-0029"]

 

[DT-0029]

As the Deathtrooper drank his drink, he became more relaxed then normal, usually Cometdusters calmed Elias down, Within a few matter of seconds Elias was calm sure he was still unsteady about some figures in the bar and he was ready to fight at a moments notice if anything were to happen.

Elias turned his eye to the man who was trying to get a drink and scrounge up some Credits, Elias chuckled at it, when the bartender swiped the drink Elias spoke up.

"I'll pay for him put his drink back, matter of fact I'll pay for another two drinks for him." Elias said fishing in his pocket for a handful of credits, once done he would drop the handful of credits infront of [member="Dorian Aristov"]

"Also another round of Cometduster for me" Elias said turning to Dorian, "Now tell me about ye self." Elias said