Public LOTS │ Rebuilding [Open To All]

[Cato Demora]

​

Korriban, 864ABY
A dingy bar...

There was a certain musk in the air Cato could not deny; heavy and burdensome on the nose, he never seemed to be able to escape it. If it weren't the cold, or the dust, it was that itching feeling one got around the Sith that bothered him. Also driving its way of his neck, threatening to leave residue all over him. His commanders had told him it was the 'power of the Dark Side', but Cato just wished it felt cleaner to be around.​

​

He sighed as the barman passed him another drink - the third he had drank so far as the distant HoloVision spoke of the spreading war in the Outer Rim. Dogs from the Core carving a war path through the hyperlanes, while the New Imperial Order made fools of the Sith everyone once feared - of the Empire he once served. He sighed as he took the first sip, noting the nutty flavor of the beer, likely made in a local brewery; but he swear he could still taste that darkness in even the beer here. Korriban wasn't his planet, but it would have to serve for the coming months.​

​

Pushing the beer away, he glanced to the bar.​

​

It was full of people of all colors and creeds, builders imported to help rebuild after the chaos of multiple invasions - Sith Acolytes not powerful enough to drink with the rich and famous, and soldiers like him lining the corners. This was likely the most business this bar had seen in a few months, knowing all too well that this planet was rarely welcoming to visitors, and had a Sith or Goverment blast it into next year whenever they could. At least, for the moment, those in the bar could take a break.​

​

Cato could find some peace before his next assignment, no doubt ending the life of some poor scrub looking to make a name for themselves by killing the Dark Council on unofficial kaggaths or wars. Bring in those who break the Emperor's Peace, or otherwise seek to upend the growing rule of their newly formed nation. Wasn't the first time insurgents tried such, but he didn't like the writing on the wall regardless.​

​

So for now, he just drank. Not that it did much, but it would have to do.​

​

Alina Tremiru​

 

[The Asphodel]

Asphodel was far from a socialite. Sometimes he'd parade about pretending as such, forging tools of friendships and breaking hearts, but that was all surface level. A distraction here and there, something to fill the quiet hours when he and his brother were not in training or on missions (though admittedly missions weren't a hard barrier either). Friends and lovers, enemies and allies, they all blended into a prosthetic facade. ​

That didn't mean he did not enjoy the pretending, however. If only in small bursts. While his skillset was deadly serious, Asphodel found himself capable of being either deadly or serious, seldom both at the same time. The rare moment he did find himself in a bar, purely for his own amusement, saw a lazy smirk plastered on his face as he weaved between other patrons, bumping shoulders every so often and never bothering to mutter any sort of apology. ​

He had a clear goal in mind. The bar was where all the best evenings began or ended, and sometimes both. "Is this seat taken?" He asked the fellow patron, sliding into the seat beside them before waiting for an answer. Oh well, it was certainly taken now. "Bartender, your stronger and then double it," he all but purred, perhaps a bit too eager to see what the evening would have in store for him, be it conversation, chaos, or a combination of such.​

Cato Demora | Alina Tremiru ​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

​

A bar was a bar. Alina had only recently returned to Korriban in her quest to become something more than the acolyte she was. Only to be left feeling cold. Empty. It was a humbling experience to meet someone as powerful as this Worm Emperor. All the confidence she had in her growing strength proved to be useless in the face of true power. So she was here to drink, maybe, hopefully, forget the feeling of powerlessness she had. She was already at the bar, sitting off on her own.

Wasn't hard to tell that Acolytes, while common here, weren't too liked by the non Sith. Likely enough of these acolytes tried to enforce their will on a soldier or two. How that went, she had no idea. She was slumped over the bar, idly sipping at a half empty glass of straight vodka. The hard stuff. She needed the hard stuff right now.

It'd been quiet for the most part, though a newcomer seemed to have a reason to break it. Her yellow eyes flicked towards The Asphodel , watching him for a moment. Wasn't too long ago that'd be her. Maybe if she drank enough. Maybe.

Cato Demora

 

[Cato Demora]

Two more entered the bar as the Legionaire watched the door; his eyes idling on Alina Tremiru a tad longer than the others for obvious reasons. Yet his gaze returned to the first, soon sure he had seen The Asphodel before. On Ord Vaxal, perhaps, but more likely in the halls where the Sith greats seemed to speak politics. He had found himself in that wing of the 'palace' a few times; and he rarely forgot faces. Storing them in his internal cybernetic memory, he quietly drank the ethanol in his glass as he recollected exactly where.

Soon, a small internal 'video' would offer itself, eidetic in memory and form. It was The Asphodel with someone who looked remarkably similar, and the Sith Darth Empyrean . Fleeting, but he never forgot their faces; knowing the latter to be one of the more influential sith so far wrapped up in this 'Worm Emporer's schemes. Personally, he couldn't be bothered to believe the stories of a multi headed dragon speaking in riddles; but Sith were rarely ever boring in their attempts at grandeur to he thought it was just another purposeful trick of the light.

"Drinking with anyone?", he said to the two at the bar, studying the cybernetics on Asphodel before studying the face of Alina.

Although they already had drinks, he quickly finished his own and raised three fingers to the barman. Three more glasses were brought out and each was filled with the nearly pure alcohol the PRAETORIAN was forced to drink to feel any of the effects. Worst part about the transition, even if it made combat easier for him.

"Got a few more on the tab if you're looking for company.", he smiled as he glanced between them.

 

[Tyr Mereel]

Kenth made his way down the streets from his barracks. He had a long day of training and was mentally exhausted even though his body was still at peak physical shape. He eyed the people that moved around the streets around him as he continued walking keeping his head on a swivel as he walked.

He let off a soft sigh as he finally made his way into the bar walking in, his eyes caught view of Cato Demora a face he had seen more than once since he began his job as a soldier. Looking around he saw more people, none of whom were very familiar to him, so he just walked in and came to the bar and nodded to the bar tended asking for a normal drink not wanting to scuff it up with the specifics.

Kenth's eyes linger on the form of Alina Tremiru she definitely draws a lot of the men attention in the club. The Asphodel was also another figure that drew the eye towards. He just kept his head low, just wanting a good old drink after a long day, he kept his grizzled face to the glass as he started to gulp it down.

 

[Bast'rom'arosti]

A seedy bar, Korriban
...

"And you're sure this is how people greet one another?" Troma lofted a brow, hesitating, "It sure seems rather... excessive."

The Trandoshan seemed to smile, sliding an elongated tongue over fangs. "Of coursssse, my friend. Slyssk and Groga," he patted the Gamorrean seated next to him, "Would never sssteer you wrong. You asssked, you paid, and you ssshall reccceive."

The Chiss considered that for a moment. These new friends that he'd made had proven to be quite the interesting duo. Wandering mercenaries in search of their next paycheck to blow in the seedier parts of the galaxy; an exotic pairing that just so happened to take great joy in informing the bright-eyed being in the wonders of the galaxy - particularly social courtesies. This lesson was on how to summon a waitress.

Troma clicked his tongue, finally deciding to put his newfound knowledge to the test.

A scantily-clad Twi'lek chose that perfect moment to slip by, weaving expertly through the crowded bar while balancing a tray of drinks. Liquid courage had already seeped into his veins by now, steeling his will for what was to come.

He opened his mouth. "Uhm... 'scuse me, cun-"

Raucous laughter and table-banging tore his gaze away from the waitress, who now bore a look of thinly veiled disgust that almost mirrored his own. The Chiss whipped around to direct that burning gaze at the pair of aliens doubling over in the booth. Slyssk and Groga were bent over, banging fists wildly against the table as their bodies shook with loud, mirthful glee. How great it must've felt to be on the opposite side of a joke.

"That definitely did not work," the Chiss growled. "I want those credits back."

That seemed to have had an effect. Their laughter quickly subsided as those words rang out. Slyssk slid around the booth to close the distance, alcohol dulling his movements enough for Troma to push away the scaled arm that threatened to wrap around him.

"No need for that, Lieutenant! It was all in good jessst, jusssst a joke." The Trandoshan chuckled. "Assss proof of our friendsship, you can meet another one of our colleaguesss. One who issss open to work, ssssince we aren't at the moment."

Sylssk glanced at Groga, cocking his head and prompting the bulbous creature to grunt in annoyance before standing. Then he left, pushing through the crowd without a care in the world - like a bowling ball.

"Jussst wait and see," Slyssk whispered.

Cato Demora The Asphodel Alina Tremiru Tyr Mereel

 

[The Asphodel]

Asphodel's own gaze shifted to each individual in turn, taking in plenty, recognizing few. Such was to be expected, really. Faces came and went. Those who stuck around did so and the others, well, that wasn't Asphodel's place to question. He just rolled with what was in front of him, everything else becoming background static.

"Drinking with anyone?"

He turned toward the speaker, the smirk that'd grown lax on his face tugging back to life. "Depends on who's asking," he answered in that same purr from previous, a ghost of a wink momentarily claiming an eye. As Cato's gaze shifted from his own to Alina's he found himself doing the same, curiosity drawing him into the conversation where he'd otherwise accept a free drink and move on without a second thought about it.

A lazy shrug answered Cato's offer for company. "Sure, I've little better to do. Got any names?" Once more, his gaze drifted between both Cato and Alina.

Cato Demora | Alina Tremiru | Tyr Mereel | Bast'rom'arosti ​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

​

Alina's gaze flicked to Cato Demora at the offer. More to drink? Well. She certainly could use some more drink, especially now. She threw back the glass with practiced ease before getting up to move closer to the growing group. "I'll never turn down a free drink or two." She gave a light smile as she settled into her seat, though it faded pretty quickly. She'd done it a couple times on Dromund Kaas. Flirting to get free drinks. She didn't need the free drinks. The flirting was the fun.

She wasn't looking for fun right now.

Her gaze shifted from the bar to look around. She hadn't really bothered to see who else was in the bar, but it didn't take long for her gaze to fall on a familiar red one. Who didn't seem like he was having a good time with his new 'friends.' She laughed a bit as she caught the trick he'd fallen for before lifting her glass in greeting. Her gaze flicked back to The Asphodel . "Alina. You?"

 

[Cato Demora]

Cato offered Tyr Mereel a knowing nod as he passed by - turning his attention back to the two Sith before him. For a moment, the soldier in him considered how easily they had accepted his offer, no protest at all. Strategically, it could've been a sign that they were eager for an in - Frumentarii looking for another contact. Those spying bastards seemed to be everywhere, and Cato always had to keep an eye out for Qual'Al-Selim's notorious plotting.

Then he remembered he wasn't on duty, or had anything to actually offer. All that tactical gumption deflated as he offered a destressing sigh;

"Cato Demora.", he said, purposefully avoiding his title.

"You two uh... Sith?", Cato asked as though he were unsure - though he already knew the answer to his question.

"It true what they say? That you guys have to kill a dog and an infant before you become knights or something?", he said with a cock of his brow.

He knew it wasn't true, but what was a little feigned ignorance to boost the ego? Its not like they could sense he was lying, his augmentations saw to that.

The Asphodel │ Alina Tremiru

 

[The Asphodel]

"Asphodel." His smile was almost charming, could have been if it was on someone else's face. He wore the guise of friendliness like a mask sewn into his flesh. Close to the original, but also so very different. "A pleasure, I'm sure."

At mention of Sith, he found himself nodding. There was no point in trying to hide it, even if they weren't in the midst of Sith territory. That and Asphodel and subtlety were about as synonymous as oil and water.

He knocked back his drink, the burning liquid nearly catching in his throat with Cato's question. A genuine question or not, he wasn't certain. Nor did he particularly care to know, not when the question itself was so wonderfully outlandish. "Yeah, something like that," he answered, the remnants of a chuckle still in his throat.

Cato Demora | Alina Tremiru | Tyr Mereel | Bast'rom'arosti​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

​

She nodded her head at the question of Sith. It would be obvious enough by the corrupted yellow eyes she had, but it didn't hurt to confirm it. Especially with the troopers of this new faction. Alina lifted up her refilled glass, content with letting The Asphodel speak with Cato Demora for the time being and let her focus on getting a buzz. But the question the trooper ask put a stop to that idea. She nearly spit out her drink with laughter, barely getting it down before turning her gaze to the man with a bright smile.

"I think I like you. You get it." Get what though. Alina wasn't too sure. She already was at a disadvantage when it came to sensing the intent of others, but now? She just hoped that was supposed to be some kind of joke. The idea of actually doing that to prove herself as Sith was a twisted belief she'd never support herself.

"Cato, right? What is it you do? One of the folks here to help rebuild?"

 

[Celeste Demici]

Hyrva Vh'akli
Truthspeaker, The Prophet, Lady of Throdog N'ghftor, Witch Elder​

Location: A dingy bar, Korriban
Equipment: N/A
Tag: Open

Mgah'n'ghft mgleth ng ahagl h' l' gotha h' ah'hri!

She had been here on the planet for days and spent most of her time in the library to study. Learned from the memories of several people to have more knowledge sooner. She didn't hurt anyone this time, it was strange to suppress centuries-old instincts, to literally suck knowledge out of their minds and to use their bodies for reproduction. Interesting results would have been obtained if the offspring developed in these. But that was not why she was here, and she got the knowledge anyway that way doesn't kill the person she took it from. However, it was also time to get to know others because she hadn’t spoken to anyone yet. Was still waiting to talk to Qual-Al'Salim and start her studies.

Mgah'n'ghft mgleth ng ahagl h' l' gotha h' ah'hri!

Now she was walking around town, following the whispers and sounds of where they would lead her. The Sith were interesting in their own way, but found nothing as beautiful in them as in their own world. They were not transformed by the power of the Dark Side to such an extent that they were special to be strong. The Worm Emperor was different; they were very much like what Hyrva was used to at home. As for technology, the woman was impressed with how it was easier to store knowledge. She has already seen and used holocrons, back home they did similar ones, but they weren’t that advanced.

Mgah'n'ghft mgleth ng ahagl h' l' gotha h' ah'hri!

Following the whispers, eventually strayed into a strange place where there were several. She knew from the memories of the rhodian what this place was like. As a matter of fact, the Truthspeaker was a little embarrassed, she had never been in a place like this at home and she was only fed with vitality, she needed nothing else. The woman last ate or drank anything in her childhood. Although her body might even be able to use these, she didn’t need them. Still, guided by the sounds, went into the building and looked for a place there where she could see everyone well and hear the conversations. For now, she just wanted to assess the environment, not to disturb those present.

Mgah'n'ghft mgleth ng ahagl h' l' gotha h' ah'hri!

Then who knows what the future holds…

 

[Cato Demora]

"Something like that.", he said as he lifted a drink to spread out his responses. Timed and careful, it was an easy transition to change the subject.

It wasn't that the First Legion were anything secret, or that he should hide what he was; only that he didn't always trust the Sith to not try something when they found out details like that. Afterall, Cato did answer directly to the Dark Council in a degree of separation few of the others could claim; and many poor acolyte thought that was an in for political intrigue. It wasn't, but Cato preferred avoiding the subject regardless.

"I provide security. To who, all depends.", he said with a dismissive shrug, avoiding the part where he actually provided security for the Worm - though he doubted the weird monster needed it.

"Only have a few weeks here before we ship off to Ziost and the like."

Alina Tremiru │ The Asphodel