Objective: Get flat out drunk
Location: Coruscant
Attire: Clothing
Accompanied by his squadmates
+Zeke - Brown
+Kenth - Orange
+Carmine - Green
+Felix - Blue
"Yes... I do not want to be fixing your faces from another bar fight we always seem to get ourselves into" the young man said nonchalantly, his posture calm and respectful to those around him. The kid was a gifted field medic, one who had flown through the ranks and training schemes thrown at him to become one of the elites. Zeke had hand picked Felix himself when he had just fresh from his commando training. He tilted more to helping others than actually causing harm himself. But when it came to it, the lad was an entirely different animal. Not only that, he was straight to the point. If you were going to die, there was guaranteed to be no hesitation in his answer.
"Lighten up Felix, you live off sealing our wounds" the explosive expert replied, giving the fellow squadmate a stiff punch to the shoulder. Kenth was a man of a heavy lifestyle, not because he carried big weapons most days but from how he lived. His music tastes were second to none, mostly leaning towards the grittier rock music. All of the boys listened to the same music, but he was on a different level. It just showed considering he was the lead guitarist of a rock band, a collective that was quite successful. Even so, he'd never leave the line of duty and the squadmates he called brothers.
"There's probably a reason why he's married and were not..." the last man said, his hand reaching for the back of his head to scratch awkwardly. Carmine was the sniper, a calculated killer who could seemingly hit anything. He had known Zeke and Kenth for quite a while through the academy and even joined Kenth's band for a short time as a bassist. Although, after a short time filling in for his buddy he decided to go back to playing recreationally. Didn't mean they all still went to gigs together during their downtime.
"Probably because I'm not as crazy as you three are. And please, I don't even want to mention your quest for the ladies" he grumbled as he looked down at his ring and rubbed it lightly, reminding him of what waited for him back home. Zeke came up behind him and slapped him on the back a few times "You have your keeper, we don't!" he chuckled before the other came in to ruffle the young man's hair. In response, he couldn't help but reveal a grin, through their childish behavior he'd have no hesitation to put his life on the line for them. All of them had very little downtime as it was, so hanging out without being on a battlefield was always so rewarding.
Right now they were walking along the cold streets of coruscant towards a popular bar known as Scruffy Shays, where all kinds of individuals hung out. It was normally a great atmosphere with all the alcohol you could ask for on offer, but there was always the standard bar brawl that seemingly seemed to happen every time the commandos came down for a few drinks. To say the least, all four of them have a reputation, both good and bad. As soon as they walked in, the crowded bar environment let loose on the noise. It was hard to listen to each other speak let alone think. They all walked to the bar and found a space at the counter that had just opened up for them, letting them one by one order their drinks. Just from the number of people in here, Zeke knew things were going to get off the rails at some point. Not that it bothered him too much...
"Hey, see that woman over there?" he said with a motion of his head, looking over to a cute woman sitting with a few friends "I think it's about time I introduced myself..." he said smugly before grabbing his beer from the table and downing it in one go before his squadmates. At the same time, Felix reached into his pocket and began putting on some surgical gloves in preparation for what was to come. The rest on the other hand cheered him on and watched him stomp over to the girl in question "Wanna bet that she's already taken? 100 credits?" "Fine you're on," They said to each other while gulping down portions of their drinks. It was going well at first, with Kenth sweet talking his way slowly into her heart, but something was soon about to ruin his progress entirely.
"HEY! GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE!" A large man shouted from behind the metal head, his lips snarling in fury from what he just witnessed. Smiling from ear to ear Carmine opened his hand out nonchalantly and waited for Zeke to place the credits in his grasp with a disappointed sigh. In the meantime, Carmine looked up to the taller alien with a smile "Well, you're tall" he chuckled before many of his buddies began to crowd him. Each one seemed taller than the other, but nowhere near as physically fit "Hey hey now, what on Denon did they feed you l-" but before he could finish they all jumped him at the same, throwing wild fists and strikes into his body. Both Zeke and Carmine casually looked at each other and downed their drinks, their knuckles lightly cracking as they both began to wonder over "This must be a record, especially for him" the captain said in an amused tone "Probably won't be long till it's beaten either. You get the right, I'll take the left alright?" with a nod to each they both barreled into the group, downing and throwing bodies across the bar in their wake.
At the bar, Felix sipped on his drink as chaos ensued around him. Stuff like this wasn't his thing, but the injuries sustained after would be a worthy treat. As he took out a datapad from his trench coat pocket a notification showed up in his inbox. An intrigued brow raised in curiosity from who it was from, an individual who was quite the figure in their line of work. This wasn't any regular Jedi, it was a master...
Valery was her name,
Valery Noble