Will Smash Heads for Beer
Current Outfit
Baby
G-22 Imperial Standard Blaster Rifle
NZ/BP-45 Heavy Blaster Pistol "Pistis"
Location: Quesh, Bit o Bubbly Cantina
The Bit o Bubbly cantina was filled with an unusual silence.
It was usually loud and rambunctious as it was for a typical cantina. Loud music that played in the background with men and women socializing, getting drunk, gambling, or making business deals. Yet inside the Bit o Bubbly was a whirlwind of destruction, the unconscious bodies of men and women decorated the floor. Humans, Geonosians, Rodians, Wookies, and many others lay motionless on the ground. The lights above continuously flickered with the walls peppered with blood and blaster bolts. Tables were turned over and metal chairs were ripped asunder. Yet admist the eerie silence was a young woman sitting in the corner of the Cantina, her legs propped up on the round table casually sipping on a bottle of Red Dwarf.
Her blue eyes were sunken her head swaying back and forth as she stared at the carnage that was created last night. It was a typical brawl, she partied hard got into it with a Wookie and the next thing she knew, it was a royal rumble with drunken japes exchanged as well as fists and kicks. Maybe a headbutt or two by Ami but she could hardly remember. Ami was having fun or at least that was she was telling herself. Her Dad used to tell her stories about the adventures of Vagabonds. How they were people who travelled the Galaxy and abided by their own codes. They save the day, frack the girl, and leave the town.
But life wasn't a romanticized story, the cold reality is that no one cares about if a person had a code. If anything no one cared at all. Ami remained loyal to an Imperial faction that spat her out the moment it was inconvenient. When the Tion crisis happened and the Empress killed, Ami once again saw another Empire fall. Nobody came to her rescue when she was fighting against a horde of enemies. She had to drag her wounded self out of Tion and spend months wandering the galaxy as a drunk.
Ami sighed slamming the bottle on the floor. "Fracking chit," she growled. Anger boiled over her like it was always did. She was angry at the Empire, angry that she can't reach her parents, angry that she's now in the fringes of the galaxy. But most of all, Ami was angry at herself for feeling like a leaf that goes from place to place only relying on the wind. She spent her life as a cog but she now is without a machine and Ami didn't know what to do with herself besides the few odd merc jobs.
"Drinking sounds nice," Ami muttered.
Myri Dara
Baby
G-22 Imperial Standard Blaster Rifle
NZ/BP-45 Heavy Blaster Pistol "Pistis"
Location: Quesh, Bit o Bubbly Cantina
The Bit o Bubbly cantina was filled with an unusual silence.
It was usually loud and rambunctious as it was for a typical cantina. Loud music that played in the background with men and women socializing, getting drunk, gambling, or making business deals. Yet inside the Bit o Bubbly was a whirlwind of destruction, the unconscious bodies of men and women decorated the floor. Humans, Geonosians, Rodians, Wookies, and many others lay motionless on the ground. The lights above continuously flickered with the walls peppered with blood and blaster bolts. Tables were turned over and metal chairs were ripped asunder. Yet admist the eerie silence was a young woman sitting in the corner of the Cantina, her legs propped up on the round table casually sipping on a bottle of Red Dwarf.
Her blue eyes were sunken her head swaying back and forth as she stared at the carnage that was created last night. It was a typical brawl, she partied hard got into it with a Wookie and the next thing she knew, it was a royal rumble with drunken japes exchanged as well as fists and kicks. Maybe a headbutt or two by Ami but she could hardly remember. Ami was having fun or at least that was she was telling herself. Her Dad used to tell her stories about the adventures of Vagabonds. How they were people who travelled the Galaxy and abided by their own codes. They save the day, frack the girl, and leave the town.
But life wasn't a romanticized story, the cold reality is that no one cares about if a person had a code. If anything no one cared at all. Ami remained loyal to an Imperial faction that spat her out the moment it was inconvenient. When the Tion crisis happened and the Empress killed, Ami once again saw another Empire fall. Nobody came to her rescue when she was fighting against a horde of enemies. She had to drag her wounded self out of Tion and spend months wandering the galaxy as a drunk.
Ami sighed slamming the bottle on the floor. "Fracking chit," she growled. Anger boiled over her like it was always did. She was angry at the Empire, angry that she can't reach her parents, angry that she's now in the fringes of the galaxy. But most of all, Ami was angry at herself for feeling like a leaf that goes from place to place only relying on the wind. She spent her life as a cog but she now is without a machine and Ami didn't know what to do with herself besides the few odd merc jobs.
"Drinking sounds nice," Ami muttered.
Myri Dara
