Like To Live Dangerously

[Darben Skirae]

Darben sat at a bar, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the top of the bar bench, as he waited. He had invited [member="Veiere Arenais"], as well as anyone who wanted to come by for a small drink at this bar he had discovered. It felt like a good time to catch up, especially after all the things he had been hearing about some faction called the 'Incursion'. So much of his life had changed since he had joined the CSA, he wanted to celebrate among friends, perhaps even make new friends. He shifted in his seat, lifting his hand to signal to the bartender for another drink. The bartender came over.

"A Commenori brandy, please" he asked to the bartender, lifting one finger. He had already had a glass, and sometimes he could handle a lot. Other times, he could only handle little.

He had left Mute by the store, he didn't want her to get anything to drink. She was still rather young. Plus, he couldn't have her seeing the drunk side of him, which was something he had not been for a long while. "Here's to the CSA." Then he took a swig from his glass after his quiet self-cheer for the CSA.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

It had been a while since Mythos got some quality bonding time and camradery, espirit de corps or fraternization with his fellow soldiers yet right now he was called up to have a drink with a renown soldier he was curious to meet and the King of Commenor. Not being a fool Mythos walked in tbe bar covering his face and with only his eyes peering from his cloak. Tucked away inside his cloak was his lightsaber and two blasterpistols as well as a slugthrower shattergun in his back and thermal detonators in his back... if someone did not know any better they would think he was robbing a bank or something of the sort... but it was how Mythos walked everywhere. He saw enemies in every corner, spies in the shadows and informants in the rooftops everywhere. He was never in one place too long and the wind never touched his face as it was always covered by a cloth or concealed behind armor.... The Galaxy still needed to think he was dead... it wasn't the time yet.

He approached the bar methodically and shot the bartender female a sly wink beneath his cloak which made her make this confused face. "Beer please" he said and surprisingly even for him the beverage was flown to him almost as the words left his lips.

"To Commenor" he said, looking over his shoulder to the man beside him and clanking his glass bottle with his cup.

"To prosperity..." he added, a bit more ominously and to himself nore than to anyone.

 

[WolfMortum]

Force only knew the last time Veiere had taken some down time for himself. This invitation had come at arguably the worst of times between delegating over the fellow Jedi Organizations and a wish to close in the distance between his own and their Orders while too trying to step up to the plate to account for [member="Lady Kay"]'s being off world on political business dealings. For most monarchist governments, he presumed that the sight of a King walking alone among the people, dressed as casually and easily fitting in among the common folk was a sight for sore eyes, yet for Veiere this was his way. He thoroughly enjoyed immersing himself in the local life of Commenor when he had the given chance, so rarely did he seem to be there on his own homeworld; when he was, for the most part his time was taken up in issues that he didn't much care for. Leadership and governance of a people was less about taking the reigns and doing the simple straight forward acts of actively helping the people that needed it as opposed to listening to those within prominent families queen and moan about how tough their first world problems were and why the government should be more established in their opinionated views.

Veiere often argued that politics was as good as it was bad; for that he meant that while it was necessary for the betterment of democratic prosperity, it was a game of snakes and liars, hidden knives and beating around the bush with others playing the board. Among the many worlds that resided under their care, he didn't often trust the words he was offered second hand. Every umbrella of power outside of first hand interactions with the man and woman in charge of each world had a realistic body of doubt and deceit surrounding the lives of politicians, it was almost expected these days what with the amount of credits that were invested into personnel pay cheques that came with such roles of voice within the Systems Alliance that Veiere suspected more of them to be working for their own interests rather than genuinely fighting for the good of the people as he and Kay sought to do so. Alas, they had come this far and learned to play the game through the fall of the Galactic Republic, Veiere's brief leadership of Ession and Kay's rise to power over Commenor before their neighbors were brought into the fold.

Yes...Today a good glass of wine was sorely needed.

"Afternoon..."

He greeted Darben, soon glancing to his companion and lifting his head in a half nod, unfamiliar with his name yet recognizing the face from some of Kay's paperwork he had been frustratingly left with in her absence.

[member="Darben Skirae"] | [member="Mythos"]

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben Skirae did not notice the other drinker next to him, not until he tapped his bottle against his glass. The Minister slightly turned his head toward the other drinker, then he smiled lightly. "To prosperity" he muttered under his breath. One of the things keeping the galaxy going.

Then [member="Veiere Arenais"] came by, and Darben gave a little salute with his hand. "What is up, buddy? I was just clinking drinks with..." He looked to the figure with the cloak. "Uh, what might your name be?" Darben could already hear the slight slur in his voice. Seemed like it would be one of those days where he would get drunk quickly. That thought did not come to mind when he had come here to drink. "Anyway...Veiere...how are things in the big building?" He meant the palace, but the name couldn't come to mind when he said it.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

It was expected, Mythos expected it but even now he did not know what to say... he never had a Jedi as a friend and even if now Kay was Jedi to Mythos she would always be Kay, his friend and ally and nothing more... He turned to his right revealing his face from beneath his hood and turning his yellow eyes to [member="Veiere Arenais"] yet awnsering the question of [member="Darben Skirae"]. "My name is Animus Malgus, most know me as Lord Mythos last King of Atrisia and a dead man." His tone was deep but not somber, a bit of attitude behind it and a lot of spirit.

His smile was small but genuine, his posture relaxed yet confident as he took another drink of his beer which tasted like backwater swill after one tasted the glorious mead of Midvinter... in fact everything tasted like crap after he ate and drank in Midvinter. The food was thick and juicy and the water was always fresh, hunt and game wss plentiful but everyday it was damn cold... it was as cold as Hoth.

He spoke to Veerie through the force, he did not know if the man next to him was force sensitive and this was a good way to find out. "I cannot ever repay you for what you did for me... but I will try" Now he did smile, a throwback to the smile that had won the hearts of Atrisians and his soldier and one that although looked the same it was hollow.

 

[WolfMortum]

"Last King of Atrisia?"

Veiere blinked, momentarily taken by his astonishment for the irony in their meeting. He knew of the Royal Line of Atrisia only by the intentions that his lost brother, Cyril Grayson had fought to follow through with. The Sith Lords, six in number had gathered to delegate with the crown of Atrisia to which had gained them the ire of foreign powers and resulted in the invasion of a world that still to this day, Veiere believed to be innocent and victimized by the politics of the Order's generational war with the Sith, a long time feud that engulfed and plagued their histories far beyond any contribution his life had given nor could amount to.

"You're right...-A dead man sums it up nicely; as far as I'm aware no one suspected the crown to have survived the affair" He responded, his brows furrowing in some uncertainty, honestly having difficulty believing such a claim given the devastation that had wrought the world of Atrisia. The timing in this meeting was all too coincidental, the son of [member="Darth Mephirium"] was scheduled to arrive within the next day, as such convincing him for all the added reason and justification to seek the comfort of a nice red wine.

Most of the refugee's fleeing the sullied world had moved on to Ession, the Capital world of the Dominion further North before that too had succumbed to the weight of politics in the Galaxy. Veiere had not heard reason as to why they had decidedly withdrawn to focus themselves inward where they had claimed such prestige over other worlds nearby, yet he supposed the past would indeed be catching up with him in his immediate future. Atrisia however had not been part of that expectation.

[member="Mythos"] sought to thank him, a telepathic word in private as [member="Darben Skirae"] indeed was no Force User to Veiere's knowledge; the fact remained however that thanks was not required. Even among Darksiders, Veiere had been following in his duty as a Jedi sworn to protect the lives of others, against oppression and catastrophe the likes that claimed so many lives that very day. A day he still recalled from time to time in the night.

"I see you've met Minister Skirae already" Veiere turned to nod to Darben, speaking his name in personal greeting on the first name basis to make up for calling him by his title and position within Government there upon Commenor; "Darben, it's a pleasure to see you again...-It's been some time, I'm afraid".

"Tell me..." Veiere turned to look back to Mythos curiously, "What might the late King of Atrisia be doing here on Commenor?".

 

[Darben Skirae]

When Darben drank, he didn't have such a lively outlook on things. So when [member="Mythos"] said that he was Last King of Atrisia, and a dead man, Darben looked down at his drink. "Well...that's not a good way to look at things." [member="Veiere Arenais"] seemed to know more about this than Darben did, but it didn't seem like they knew each other. At least, he figured that. He did not notice the silent conversation they had as he kept on drinking till he was down on his second glass. He raised his hand for another before turning to Veiere as Veiere brought up the Minister's name.

"It certainly has. Lot's happened, between trade discussions, all this I'm hearing about some 'Incursion, my shop being shot up...life is good and fun, and all that." If there was one thing Darben was not when drinking, it was silent. He tended to blurt out a lot of things. And his tone tended to get very...sarcastic. This was the Darben he always tried to hide. "How's Kay? Has she been doing all right?"

"Yeah..." He leaned toward Veiere, as he was confused, "Where's this 'Atrisia' you guys are talkin' about? Does not sound like a fun place." He went straight back to drinking then, tapping his hand against the bar top as he drank away till he was halfway through the third glass. He may not have said it aloud, but this was a way of coping with events, to get him by so that he had nothing to worry about.

 

[Mythos]

It's after the third or fourth swig of beer that Mythos got accustomed to the bitter taste, only then did it go down withought him making faces. His eyes shined as Veeiere spoke and he nodded in agreement to his words, he was known throughout the systems and hated in others yet in Atrisia he was a true hero. He turned to minister Sikare and gave him a polite nod and smile. He mentioned an Incursion and Mythod narrowed his eyes at the mention of it, indeed he had heard of that too but what whispers he heard seldom as they were troubled him deeply.

He awaited to for his companions to finish and forced a half smile when he looked at them. "When i was King Kay came to me and aided me, she gave me advice on how to rule my people well, she came before My throne as a Sith and helped me make the best decisions i could when my people just started to accept my rule... " He paused and contemplated the past as visions of it rushed through his mind. "I inted to do the same now that roles are reversed."

He turned to [member="Darben Skirae"] after he awnsered the question of [member="Veiere Arenais"] and the shine of his eyes reflected the storm overhead. "Atrisia was a War my friend... one you should thank the force everyday you never got to see." His words accompanied his smile and his tone conflicting with the seriousness of the words. He did not wabt to gloom the mood, another chug of beer meant it was time for his Bota smoke, he hoped they did not mind

 

[WolfMortum]

At the mention of the Incursion, Veiere's gaze dropped some, his brows furrowing. He was involved in a far greater manner than either of those standing there before him, it would seem. The recollected images that came to mind and the losses that they received in exchange for the Iron Knights visit to Commenor let alone all that had followed was nothing short of a mood dampener, and that was sugar coating it greatly.

The mention of his wife's name however offered respite from the darker days of recent past and to which he glanced back between the two with a faint smile; "Kay's off world on business I'm afraid, she's due to return in a number of weeks though she's doing well and i'm sure she'd be happy to keep in touch via holo-call or the like". It was frankly a lot to take on, being the one in charge down on Commenor and with his hands across the reach of the Systems Alliance while he too knew that Deneba waited and relied on his return. Thankfully he had [member="Romi Jade"] and [member="Kahne Porte"] to cover for his lack of being there lately; his fellow councilors picking up the slack where he was torn between the leadership of Government and the life that he committed his every day too and loved so.

"Atrisa was a great loss...-I was fortunate to be in the company and high praise of those of Ession however. Following the devastation of your world, I was glad to see that the Dominion took your people in before my eventual leave of the Northern Territories. I wonder how their lives have changed since..." He concluded in open question; the Dominion had since stepped out of the limelight of politics and the leader of Ession today was on a pilgrimage of sorts to self discovery across the galaxy.

"Have you heard anything of your people?"

[member="Mythos"] | [member="Darben Skirae"]​

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben listened to the two speaking. So Lady Kay was out of the Commenor system, on business. He normally got tasks from her, went with her on business trips. Now, he would have to think up some other way to take up his time, besides running the store. As it turned out, Atrisia was a war. He kept quiet, continuing on drinking as both [member="Mythos"] and [member="Veiere Arenais"] conversed about Atrisia. He was at the stage that if he said anything, there was a chance it would be the wrong thing to say. "I'll..I'll be 'ight back. Gotta go to the..hehe, the men's room." He slowly stood up, swaying just a little as he made his way over, away from the pair. He hadn't gotten drunk in a long time, and forgot just how drunk he could get.

 

[Mythos]

Bota was something Mythoa had taken a liking to in recent times since his ressurection, it was a drug yet from what he knew it was actually used by Jedi in the ancient times to stregthen their attunement in the force. Mythos smoked it in a white wood pipe and ignited it with his fingertips using sith lightning at its most mild degree. The smell was peculiar, a bit bitter but fully natural and thick, the smoke was a shade of green and it vanished rather quickly when in contact with pure oxygen for a few seconds. It did not cause Mythos to be under any influence rather gave him a rare moment of respite and relaxation that was seldom to say the least in these days of trial and tribulation. He listened to the King speak and remembered [member="Nima Tann"] and the last Jedi he spoke to for a long time, they actually had much in common even if they fought for different ideals. Both her and the Grandmaster made Mythos take an oath, never would he raise his lightsaber against a Silver Jedi for as long as he lived but there were rumours... whispers in the dark alley ways and cantinas that the Galactic Alliance and The Silver Jedi were to unite and stand together against the looming threat of the Sith Empire... He prayed they were just that... rumours... for whomever stood beside the Galactic Alliance be it his own flesh and blood would feel the sting of his plasma blade and the bitterness of their own demise at his hands if met in battle.

Mythos would not hold back his fury, not anymore... he would strike above the neck to whomever sided with the Gold and Blue.

The fact that Kay was in buissness outside the system worried him slightly, it felt strange to be part of commenor without her guidance and presence, the question remained to what he would do now? What was the nest mission? What was his goal? Perhaps the King would shine a light on that question yet Mythos would not pressure an answer.

Then... Veiere dropped a bomb. They had survived. For all the seriousness and stoic attitude Mythos prided himself with and all the one track mind he boasted of he could not hide the shock in his expression when he was told of the survival of his people... Not all in Atrisia died.

The Dominion has saved some of them, some had survived and fled with the children of Cyril Grayson to a place far from their homeworld thus saving them from the doom of the Alliance. "T-They Live?" The shock in his voice was impossible to hide and the light in his eyes shined like a distant star in the firefist galaxy. "How? Where?..."

His lips ended on his pipe once again and he took another long drag of it like a wizard of old would, when contemplating the future and the past... as if he had no recolection of anything else at all... in truth he had trouble with memory these days.

His drinking partner excused himself and stumbled away at this very moment, drawing the eye of the Sith Lord and causing a smile to interrupt the moment. It was a welcome releif of humour, Mythos knew both would make sure he arrived home safe but it was amusing when humanoids struggled to hold liquor... it reminded him of Himself when he first arrived at Midvinter... sometimes he missed the place, then he remembered the cold and it fade.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darben Skirae"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

When [member="Darben Skirae"] reached the men's room, a grungy mechanic was already taking a leak a couple of urinals farther down the wall. He caught Darben's eye as he turned to the sink.

"Might wanna slow it down, man," he said over his shoulder and the rush of water. "Pace yerself. Not looking too happy over there."

The sink shut off, and he availed himself of flimsiplast towels. "Your friends out there the ones goin' on about Atrisia war stories? Feth, has that place ever seen its share of Sith messes."

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben washed his face over, trying to clear his head with cold water. It did little to help. He did not realise someone was talking to him until he saw a man next to him. He glanced over his shoulder, hands clasping the sides of the sink as he felt he would soon topple over. "Thanks for the...the heads up...usually takes more than that to get me this...this tipsy." He'd forgotten that the drinks on Commenor were stronger than what he could afford back on Corellia. He stood up from the sink and slowly made his way back toward the door.

"Yeah...something like that. I haven't...haven't heard about it before." He put his hand against the door, only to almost fall over had he not balanced himself against the wall. "Haven't had a drink like this in a while..." He muttered to himself. He hoped that once he headed home, whenever that was, that Mute would be asleep so she wouldn't see him in this state. He didn't want to leave a bad impression.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] @Mythos @Veiere Arenais

 

[WolfMortum]

Having nodded to [member="Darben Skirae"] and awaited the mans leave before turning back to look over that of [member="Mythos"], Veiere couldn't help but frown at the way he held himself. Nothing alike his wife nor those that Veiere commonly associated himself with, though not a first time that he had mingled with the likes of Darksiders, hell his best man at their wedding had been @Atheus; for all the mans integrity he was a known user of the Darkside of the Force as had been Cyril Grayson of whom Veiere had considered a brother bonded in battle both for and against their ideals at varying times throughout their service to the will of the Force.

This did not however distract from Mythos lack of restraint when it came to smoking the herb from his pipe and choosing to ignite the leaves with the projection of electrical charge produced from the tip of his finger through the power of the darkside of the Force. It was an ability known wide across the Galaxy as Force Lightening and like many darker strains of Force Practices, this one took from the user gradually over time with extensive use of the ability. If not scarring the one using it on the outside, slowly eating away at their typical nature and leading down the decline that was the path they had chosen.

"Some traversed further into the territory of the Silver Jedi Order, rumor had it though yes...-When I was on Ession it was very much the gratitude of the refugees of Atrisia that found me being supported as the new Arch-lord for a time..." He did not need to go into what changed his mind and led him to leave the northern territories, the fact was that others had survived and they had moved north to escape the pursuing Alliances Forces. Veiere had been there during that battle, Commenor had not been allied with the Galactic Alliance at the time though naturally Veiere knew of the Academy Network that was stable and being actively supported by the New Jedi Order back then. He had sought to meet with them one day yet the battle and the revelation of finding himself on opposing sides by way of his ties to Cyril Grayson had changed his perspective of the fight completely. To this day, he questioned what he saw for it wasn't the nature of the Jedi that he had been raised to know and follow. Unfortunately, many things had changed since those years long ago.

Today, yes the Commenor Systems Alliance and the Galactic Alliance had met upon occasion and held a trade agreement with a couple of it's individual worlds, nations for which still fell under their democratic government for which the CSA would continue to support as long as they wished to keep positive relations with Commenor and her surrounding worlds. Needless to say, Veiere did not share Mythos' contempt towards them and in the years since the devastation of Atrisia, his faith in the Order had been restored through his own perseverance, the re-establishment of the Deneba Enclave and the encouraging responses between the two larger organizations of Jedi coming together to discuss the unity of their people.

"I'm surprised this never came up in discussion between yourself and my Wife", [member="Lady Kay"] of whom had been his pillar of support during which were otherwise times of great doubt and strife, seeking to lead a people that were not his for a brother that had sacrificed himself needlessly blinded by the Darkside of the force and in a bid to defeat the Jedi of which Veiere had dedicated his life to. They had not been easy times in the slightest.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Darben Skirae"]
“Eh, just one of those things. Bunch of Sith brought big ships to a meeting, Alliance found out and dropped a fleet on’em, they ran every which way. 'Cept for the ones who didn't, and wrecked their own city outta spite.”

Didn't take much to snag the drunk kid’s arm and support his weight. “Easy there, man. Come on, let's walk it off before you puke all over. I know the barkeep a bit. He'll hook you up with some caf - doesn't do much, but some.”

 

[Mythos]

He smiled and shook his head at his King, a measure of what could technically be called joy entered his heart at the news. "I never asked" He said with a chuckle, sadness and pain always with him as the memories of his soldiers and men fallen in battle haunted him to this day. He had to live with that, every single day it was as if he suffered the loss hours ago. It an emotional and spiritual hell that he lived in as he could almost hear the billions of souls call out and beg for justice to be done... only his lightsaber coule silence them.

It was the reason he was here... the thought of some of his people surviving only brought more respect to his Good King. He could not bring himself to dislike or even feel anger for him, he was a jedi and he was a bringer of light the natural enemy of his ways yet he was not his enemy. Mythos' enemy flew the gold and blue flag and they had murdered his son in cold blood. His people slaughtered, his home ashes and his planet ruled now by them, his enemy was not the Jedi his enemy was the Galactic Alliance and every being that held alligance to them.

There was a reason why Mythos did not join the Sith Empire under Carnifex and Braxus, he would be given a welcome of a Sith Lord and allowed to conquer and fight again but he would be under their banner... under the banner of the Dark Lord of the Sith and he could not at this time raise that banner.

The Galactic Alliance would face the last remaning will of the One Sith. They would see that flag again as Mythos considered himself the last will of the Emperor of the One Sith and while he drew breath he would carry out his will.

That was all he was now, a hollow husk filled only with hatred and a thirst for vengence that death was unable to stop. He smiled under it all, Mythos was still alive in there buried under all that pain and for a breif second his King would be able to see it flash when his eyes shined. He smiled... Mythos under it all allowed himself to smile not of evil but of making here and now a friend. "You wife reminds me of better times" He said, the green smoke interchanging colors bursted out of his lips with each word. "I gave my word that i would keep her safe..." His eyes stared into the darkness and words slipped from his lips more for himself and born of his memories. "I failed her too... I won't fail her again."

He remembered the tale that she told him of Prazutis and he put the blame squaerly and entierly on himself as he always did. So many times she had met with him and so many times he had offered to train her and yet she turned his training sessions down... He let her go after that, he blamed himself for not insiting more agressivley in combat training for her...

Although he did not know that would happen he knew for a fact something along the lines of it would happen. Just another burden to carry with him into battle...


[member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Simone]

Simone had taken up he usual residence in any bar, a quiet corner that gave her a full view of the establishment and her patrons, boots on the table and nursing a whiskey in her hand. She called it people watching, other might disagree, but then she wasn't really one to care. Her eyes followed the entrance of the High King of Commenor.

"Let's begin." she muttered, activating the PPV, an affirmative click told her the recording had begun. "I'm certain there's a punch line to follow a King walked into a bar..." she mused aloud to herself and listening intently to their conversation. A four word phrase caught her ears and she choked on the whiskey, it burned her throat and nose and made her eyes water.

Last King of Atrisia? Two Kings walked into a bar...! Half coughing half laughing, she managed to drain the rest of her drink, wiping the tears from her eyes and sliding from her booth to end of the bar furthest from them, a clear view of Veiere's face but not the hooded man he was speaking to. Not that she needed one, with such open conversation as this, it more or less confirmed it.

Where had Jorus gone? If anyone would have a good punch line for this, it would be him. She waved two fingers at the bartender ordering herself another drink to nurse.

 

[WolfMortum]

As their conversation turned to the subject of his Wife, [member="Lady Kay"], Veiere could only smile and soon move alongside [member="Mythos"] to the counter that he might order and pay for a beverage of his own. Having not yet requested a drink to shake off the tension on the corner of his mind, he gestured to one of the more expensive bottles of wine and soon passing over the appropriate credits. What he received in exchange came with the added presence of an appropriately shaped transparent wine glass rather more tasteful than the typical beer bottle or the like. While most of the time he might have gone for the Whiskey, the golden nectar was a little too strong to be drinking out in public where despite his comfort among the Commenori People, the fact of the matter was anything could happen to demand his instincts not be completely sundered by intoxication.

"Kay's off-world for the time being, I'm afraid" Veiere commented with a faint smile, glancing back to that of Mythos in response to his rather spoken loyalty to her; "Government business and the like" he waved a hand dismissively in passive gesture as if to silently suggest he need not worry about her; his wife was after all, the true leader of Commenor and the one that tackled all things political alongside the rest of Government whilst Veiere preferred to spend his time roaming and mingling among the civilian world, doing what he can to ignore the positions that separated himself and every other person on the world by completely ignoring the dangers of such a thing and striving to keep everything upon a mutual and integral level.

Before he had even poured himself the glass of wine, the Force around him seemed to shift in a most unusual way. While it could have been mistaken for Mythos fluctuating and somewhat unstable emotions, Veiere's gaze drifted a moment as his concentration waned away from the discussion at hand and instead shifted to probing the room for signs of intimidation or threat towards them. Within an establishment such as this, as the King of Commenor, it was only expected that he would of course draw attention upon himself and thus not be able to distinguish the presence of [member="Simone"] or [member="Jorus Merrill"] from the rest of the occupants within the area. The moment seemed to come and go as quickly as it had stirred his notice and before long, his gaze turned back upon the man at the counter beside him whom [member="Darben Skirae"] had been sharing a drink with.

"You seem rather fond of Kay, you keep mutual company..." He glanced over his shoulder briefly to look for Darben though catching him not within the crowded room, he did not think much of it and continued to speak his mind; "Though I cannot help but notice the obvious differences between us..." He was speaking about the matter of the Force for which Mythos would hopefully catch on to this, "As well as a good deal of instability pent up inside you...-All the right prerequisites for a night spent within a pub such as this, though I do question your reasons for supporting the Systems Alliance".

While he wasn't complaining per say, this man did little to hide from the world his general persona carried within his presence in the Force. The quiet echo of a ticking bomb, something that if left unchecked would consume him as it had Veiere's brother and possibly cause complications for both Mythos and the CSA were he to seek to represent the Systems Alliance in any means official.

 

[Mara Rockwell]

It wasn't the first bar of the night, but it was probably definitely not going to be the last. Mara had lost her crew of classmates almost two clubs ago... or was that three bars back? She couldn't remember. It didn't matter too much either way, she was sure they were ok. The final grades for her classes had been posted, and as the old saying went, No more pencils, no more books, no more professor's dirty looks.

Ok, maybe it didn't go quite that way, but it felt good to finally have her degree after four years. The galaxy was open to her, or at least this simulation of it, and for a chick with her skills, she was more than ready to take it with both hands. Her dark black heels clacked on the duracrete sidewalk as she made her way to the next bar. She wanted a place a little less crowded this time, the last bar had some weird fat guy with too much body hair and bad breath who kept hitting on her. Yucko.

In the near distance, a little quaint place loomed ahead. Well that was a freebee, she thought to herself, picking up the pace. She pushed past the big doors, almost too big for her, into the dimly lit light. Ah, yes, this place would do nicely. The light glistened off her strapless, form-fitting black silken corset with her matching pinstripe miniskirt that acentuated her vibrant blue features. Her hair was half-fixed, half messy falling around her shoulders and back. There were some other strangers sitting at the bar, but Mara didn't pay them a mind just yet. She made her way to the front, holding up her forefinger for the barkeep's attention, "Excuse me. One light peach ale. Thanks."

When the drink was delvired, Mara took it and gave the bubbling, vibrant pink liquid a careful sip. It was a classic "girly drink" but considering she was a girl--well that made it ok. She was a light weight, and Mara knew it. She had done good with pacing herself so far tonight, she was trying to keep that going.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] I [member="Mythos"] I [member="Simone"] I [member="Jorus Merrill"] I [member="Darben Skirae"] ​

 

[Darben Skirae]

"Heh...th-thanks...what's your name?" Darben asked his savior, leaning against [member="Jorus Merrill"] but trying not to put his full weight on him. With an emphasis on 'trying'. He looked ahead to those he had been drinking with, spying a couple of newcomers. Although when he got close, he reached his hand over to the bar stool, trying to reach out to it and take a seat. He wouldn't have more drinks, that was for sure. But he didn't want to leave his drinking partners without letting them know, plus he had plenty more time on his hands. Darben had no plans to waste that time stumbling back to his home, or passing out on the street. He began to wonder how he was going to get back home in the state he was currently in.

"Sorry bout that...it seems I've only been able to handle a lot less than I thought I...I could" he said to [member="Veiere Arenais"] and @Mythos. "So what...what you guys talk about while I was gone?" He pushed the half-filled glass he had left on the bar, not wanting to be tempted to drink anymore. If he did, he would no doubt end up passing out. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to keep himself from doing so at this point. "Oh, and this fella here, he was quite helpful. I'd probably be out on the ground by now."

[member="Mara Rockwell"] [member="Simone"]