Just an average night at a Cantina

[Aeron Tosh]

Aeron walked in through the swinging doors. Loud music boomed through his ears and people sat around all over the place taking in their favorite beverages and socializing. People from all over came to the cantina on Mos Eisley. Despite Tatootine's annoying sand, people still loved to come to this town to drink away their worries.

Aeron was tired from capturing bounties all day. It was his time to unwind and have some fun, whether that'd be getting into a classic drunken brawl with some big shot wannabe gangster, or talking up a lady with loose morals just like him. He wouldn't even mind making some new friends.

Aeron took a sit on a bar stool in front of the bartender.

"Give me the usual"

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Sand. Sand. And also, more sand. It had gone a long time since she visited the outer rim planet of Tatooine, but it was however a good place to pick up new contracts. Far from the strict control of authorities like the CorSec back on Corellia and CSF on Coruscant, planets which she prefered to spend time on though, as a borned and rised corellian. Everyone minded their own business here in Mos Eisley and lots could pass without too much hassle from what loose law and order there was.

Her finger swept over the datapads screen as she browsed it. Messages, job offers, business and so forth. Tomorrow she were to meet up with a hutt that wanted contraband smuggled into the core worlds, Coruscant to be exact. She were sitting rested back in a booth just beside the enterance, a strategically taken spot to keep an eye on who entered and who left the cantina. She occasionally threw a glance up from the datapad. She were clad in her usual favourited attire consisting of black pants, a form-fitting light colored top and a rugged brown smugglers jacket. At the round table in front of her was a bottle of ebla beer. Further into the cantina, the house band had just begun to play and it was fairly well crowded with all sorts of sentinent beings, as would be expected on a world like this.

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[UBD-028]

It was a normal night outside the cantina, some drunks were stumbling around at a loss as to where to go without help, and there was some citizens strolling by, a few two stacks of alleyways were supported on each side of the cantina, some hobos were scourging throughout what little leftovers the bar had just thrown out, a light thump of metallic footsteps were slightly overheard down the central alleyway, some of the occupants looked over but paid no attention to it, UBD-028 dragged himself down the alleyway, his red sensors scanning throughout, his green metallic coat shining as he got closer, the occupants staring at him as they saw the mere height of the hulking beast, the droid was thirteen feet, what was the problem with that? The ultra battle droid looked around with a metallic huff as a bull would give off, looking down at the people that surrounded around the bar, he gave a light shrug as he walked in after a man, having some troubles with getting in due to his bulkiness, he was looking for business here and allies to chat up, in a world like this he needed more allies, he just couldn't find out what happened to his other droid like friends that served with him, it plagued his mind. Some occupants stare at the droid as Kaz wiped away some of the sand that had plagued his cortosis metal breastplate, wiping some of the sand away from his feet.

The droid listened to the assorted music his torso turning to further view the people within the bar, scanning for threats and among more, Jedi. Afterall, he was made to be a perfect droid soldier, but that idea had been washed out centuries ago. Looking at the bartender who gave a look of concern and fear, sure the droid knew he wasn't suppose to be inside the bar if he couldn't drink but he'd change that up soon, looking down at the puny bartender he spoke up, "One-..Ne'tra gal." The droid said his cold mechnical voice was unnaturally deep and just unnerving from the hulking beast, "Y-Your a droid, ya can't drink.." The bartender said with a chuckle fear lingering in his voice, "I said-..one Ne'tra gal." The droid said stepping forward placing his cortosis plated hand on the table the counter shaking a bit from a mere touch from the beast. "O-Of course." The bartender said with a nod as he pour the standard drink into a cup, the droid passing forward some credits that he had gotten from Cassian's house when he had left, sure he had stolen them but he was gone so he didn't need them, raising the cup his metal front plate moved to show a exhaust hole, it'd just empty out to some holding bag so he took a sip of the drink, not really a sip more of just dumping a little in the exhaust hole and letting it trickle down to a holding bag. Looking around the bar his sensors scanned over the Twi'lek, remembering having to battle some he let out a mechanical chuckle that sounded somewhat sadistic sitting against a stool that barely supported him as he looked to the ceiling now and the occupants around him.

[member="Tan'yill"]
[member="Aeron Tosh"]

 

[Aeron Tosh]

As Aeron sat on his bar stool, enjoying his drink, he couldn't help but notice the literal hulking droid that just entered into the cantina and the very attractive twi'lek smuggler ([member="Tan'yill"]) swiping through her datapad. Though the droid took Aeron's focus. Seeing a singular droid in a cantina had a very unnerving effect on the atmosphere of the place. It wasn't helping that the droid looked like a battle droid.

"Odd", Aeron thought to himself and he began approaching the droid.

"[member="UBD-028"] where's your master?", Aeron said in a calm, but somewhat confused tone.

 

[Rash]

Rand felt like he was already starting to be burned alive under the two blazing suns as he jumped out of his trusted ship. The burning hot sand made its way to the old man's boots as his eyes went from a building to another, trying to find a bar, cantina or just something similar. Rand didn't hate Tatooine, not at all. In fact, it was one of the best places to come to for potential jobs, but the heat was something he just absolutely despised. Although... it was a good excuse for buying drinks. Sweat was already starting to be apparent on the old dog's forehead as his squinting eyes finally landed on a building that couldn't be anything less than an illegal cantina. A satisfied grin appeared on the smuggler's face as he quickly made sure he had his weapons on him and instantly started to make his way toward the shady bar.

A tall figure appeared inside the dark and fortunately cold bar. He looked around, locating the used counter before starting to make his way to it, gently pushing people from his way. He was silent, not reacting at all to the annoyed grunts of several drunken pirates that he bumped into. After all, it would've been a rookie's mistake to even look directly at anyone else than the bartender in a cantina like this.

As soon as Rand got to the counter and sat down on one of the free stools, the bartender made his way in front of him, rising one of his brows in an asking manner. The old man thought for a second before leaning forward against the counter. He talked in a quiet, fairly deep and raspy voice that had a hint of distrust in it.

"I assume ya' serve Ardees here, ey?"

The bartender answered with a small nod and Rand gave him a quick smile as a response. He leaned back a bit, finally looking around and appreciating the suspicious atmosphere of the shady cantina.

The old-timer couldn't help but instantly notice the massive droid standing a few seats away from him. It looked like it was... enjoying a unique drink of some kind, but most importantly the massive monster of a droid looked like a model that had not been used in at least decades. Rand watched as the metallic beast sat down and couldn't help but wonder how it even got inside a 'meatbags only bar'. His eyes quickly made their way around the sinister bar, looking for potential threats amongst the criminal folk it was filled with as he waited for his cold drink.

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[member="UBD-028"]
[member="Tan'yill"]

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Sitting by the enterance of the cantina she immediately noticed the tall battle droid enter. Well, even if she had sat in the most remote corner of the locale it couldn't go unnoticed. She made a sudden stop in the middle of a gulp from the beer. As a former mechanic of both ships and droids, she instantly recognized the model: a B3 ultra battle droid. It made her somewhat uneasy as if it had any malfunctions or had been fiddled with by someone who didn't know what he was doing, things could get messy in the blink of an eye. She watched it's behaviour as it went further into the cantina and stopped by the bar. One of her male kindred seemed to try on a chat with it. She sat the beer down slowly while observing the scene. It were over the backrest and out as a bolt if it showed some signs of aggressive programming, she had a few smuggling runs left to do in her life after all. Another tall being entered, tall for being a human but to the droid about half the length. The droid seemed to be here for for what everyone else was here for; a cold drink and shade from the sun. So far, so good. It made her relax a little bit.

[member="Aeron Tosh"]
[member="UBD-028"]
[member="Rash"]

 

[UBD-028]

The battle droid continued to drain his drink down his exhaust port, the trickling of the liquor falling into a holding container, the thought of a droid in a cantina like this was unnerving, but who was going to go up to a hulking metal beast and ask him to leave? It was practically asking for death on the spot. The sleek green gloss on the battle droids exterior was nice, it looks like he was preserved or taken care of or something of the likes, his chest sensor continued to glare at the floor as he downed the drink, though the only reasons droids weren't allowed inside cantinas is because they didn't drink, though if Kaz simply bought a drink and downed it through a exhaust port he'd be allowed right? Afterall he was contributing to what little business the cantina had. Though when the hulking droid was approached by a man asking about his master, he turned his torso downwards to have his sensors look upon the man his drinking being lowered near his own thigh, resting the glass of liquid against his metallic coating.


"I am a Independent UBD unit, serving under the Confederacy of Independent Systems." The droid said, his voice was unnaturally deep and held a cold and sadistic tone to it almost, it remained stoic in stature and didn't move that much, remaining silent and still afterwards. The droids metallic fingers played with his own glass before looking down, his photoceptor sensor scanning over the chiss, "Surveying the current area for objectives, this unit is not a bother to you yes? This unit ordered a drink and paid for such, contributing to the bars business and not taking up space not buying." The droid stated, with this dumb logic he could stay here if he wanted too, hooking a finger around the seat under him and moving it a bit, "Is this unit disturbing you?" Kaz asked.

The droid seemed to be in pristine condition, with a dark green overcoat finish, under the paint there were a dark coating, probably a cortosis body frame to support against blaster bolts and lightsabers with ease, the torso moving up to empty more of its drink out the exhaust port, the trickle could be heard inside with a few mechanical clicks of his parts disagreeing with what he put inside himself, placing the glass against the counter he looked around the bar scanning the facial ID's he got from the occupants in the bar to see if he could get any background info from them using a public database to run them through the system. His photoceptor lens resting on the face of the old man; Rash.

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[member="Rash"]
[member="Aeron Tosh"]

 

[Rash]

Ah, Ardees.

The drink that always managed to feel so refreshing and beautifully tingly when going down one's sore and dry throat. Rand gave the bartender a thankful grin while downing a mouthful of the drink, appreciating the fact that he wouldn't be getting better Ardees from anywhere else. To be honest, Rand couldn't hate Tatooine. He had absolutely no reason to. But in the same second, as he placed the refreshing and cold drink to the counter, Rand realized it. The heat. And the sand inside his boots. Oh yeah, he still hated Tatooine alright.

The low and quite menacing voice coming a few seats away from him cut Rand's thoughts and forced him to take a second look at the droid. Sure enough, it was still as huge and bulky as it was a minute back. Intimidating was probably the best word to describe it. It was like a... walking weapon, yet it was sitting in a criminal bar enjoying a drink. Rand chuckled a bit to himself again, but the small grin slowly faded off from his face as he took a second look at the droid. It was... looking straight back at him.

'Oh well, this is what ya' get for peeking'

Rand looked at the metallic giant, giving it a confused look and a small twitch of his head coupled with a quiet: "What?"

Eye contact with a person... a walking tank in a bar? A rookie's mistake.

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[member="Tan'yill"]
[member="UBD-028"]