Mytus VII Blues (Social)

[Logan Harkins]

Lieutenant Logan Harkins sat in a bar surrounded by other members of the Imperial Military. Outside the booming bar speakers played nationalistic tunes and state filtered news, inside men and women in various uniforms conversed and celebrated their Governments recent victories and achievements. A few sat in silence, toasting to the dead or those they'd lost.

Logan was one of those.

The Commando sat in silence at the bar, he'd been ordering a blend of whiskey and local pop since around thirteen hundred. Given that it was currently eighteen hundred, the half chiss was well gone. He forgot about his family. The men and women who'd died under his command. For a brief few hours he'd be one of the many proud N.O fascists who'd taken to serving his country. He watched the state run comedy holovids demonizing the Republic with a children's cartoon. Brave New Order citizens were shown killing oafish looking Jedi by the scores, their soldiers shown blowing each other up through a lack of proper training. Logan chuckled, nearly spilling alcohol on his Commando Dress Uniform. He looked down at his pale blue hands.

He remembered his wife. The pieces he used to compose, before bloodshed had taken over his existence. The mood was killed.

 

[Edward Vyperion]

Project Anima, only known as Alcastor, walked into the bar, rather than being like the normal military, Alcastor was oddly quiet for his usual demeanor. This was due to his love of fights, yet at the same time, hatred of the people he fights. He looked to the holovids and saw a rather odd sight, a cartoon of his source of rage dying by idiotic means, he then started laughing at the cartoon a bit before shouting "Alright, who wants a round of alcohol on me!" in a tone of synthetic joy.

 

[Iris Tyrad]

Iris had been sitting in his own private booth, away from the majority of Imperial Military soldiers when [member="Alcastor G1"] walked in, Iris didn't pay much attention to him, barely even noticed him. It wasn't unusual for people to enter this bar, for it was a extremely popular bar, open to everyone, any time. Iris only started to care when the droid shouted "Alright, who wants a round of alcohol on me!"

"Yeah, I'll take two!" Iris said, in reply to the droid, over the ground shaking bass of the music.

It was relief that it was Iris' self inflicted week off, one whole week of not worrying about getting money and jobs. One week where he could completely wasted day after day, it was even better if someone else was paying for his first alcoholic drink of the night.

[member="Alcastor G1"]
[member="IC-3471 Logan Harkins"]

 

[Tallia Farn]

Yikes. Mytus VII. Scary Sith capital. What was a Jedi doing here? Espionage of course. Though the One Sith posed the most immediate threat to the Republic at the moment, what with them taking over Coruscant and all, the New Order needed to be watched as well. They were currently gearing up for a war with the Mando's, having recently launched an attack on Dromund Kaas. That meant good news for the Republic. The war on two fronts that had looked inevitable a month ago now seemed to be abated for the time being. It meant they could focus all their energies on one target without the devastation of multiple enemy factions coming at them from all sides.

There was still many details yet to be uncovered, details that tended to slip from the mouths of soldiers under the influence of alcohol. Jedi Knight Tallia Farn was ready to listen with open ears to see what these people had to say. She was outfitted in thick durasteel plate armor that was equipped with movement enhancers that made the 40 kilo armor easy to maneuver, even for a girl with as small a build as Tallia. Attached via a magnetic lock on her back was a heavy blaster carbine that, without the help of the suit, she wouldn't be able to wield normally.

Her's was the appearance of a bounty hunter. Strong, powerful, but not flashy. Her hair was cut short and choppy, as if it had been done with a knife, and the smug expression on her face made it look like she'd just turned in a profitable bounty, and was looking to celebrate.

At a military cantina she would have looked out of place, so she chose a bar that just so happened to attract a good amount of soldiers off duty. She swaggered her way up to the counter and proudly ordered a Corellian ale, sporting a rough, Corellian accent to go with it. This was something she had practiced beforehand while aboard her ship. She sat for a while casually while watching the upper viewscreens. On a regular planet on the outskirts of space they'd be broadcasting Huttball or swoop racing, but in it's place were derogatory political cartoons slamming enemies of the Sith. This wasn't entirely unexpected, but she protested all the same.

"Hey bartender, can't you change the channel? There's a grav-ball game on!" She complained loudly while continuing to watch Jedi and Mandalorians managing to maim themselves and each other as the Sith marched forward heroically.

[member="IC-3471 Logan Harkins"]
[member="Iris Tyrad"]
[member="Alcastor G1"]

 

[Logan Harkins]

[member="Alcastor G1"] Logan raised his hand, getting jilted out of his self loathing by the droid thingy's call for drinks. Free alcohol was the best type of device to reach inebriation as could ever be conceived. The Lieutenant gave a toast to the provider of said drink and began to drink yet another whiskey/pop. He took little notice of [member="Iris Tyrad"], besides the fact that his hair wasn't short like most of the other patrons.

A woman sat adjacent to him at the bar, [member="Tallia Farn"], and was complaining about the Programing choice. This resulted from a few funny looks from some of the more devout Order Party members in the room, and chuckles of amusement from others. Logan included. The bartender looked around and noticing that most didn't care either way, begrudgingly obliging his new customer. Logan gave the female a once over, taking note of her armor and blasters. She had to be a state hired bounty hunter or someone's friend, hauling things like that around in public without being an Imperial Military member. Probably one of the hundreds of bounty hunters that'd killed Jedi and flocked to collect the bounty the Emperor had placed.

Logan gave her a respectful nod and turned to the new station on the vids.

 

[Ana Saraya]

Ana Saraya walked carefully into the establishment, hit immediately by the sounds of drinking and merriment. Casting her eyes to the floor, she quickly made her way to the first empty booth she found.

She was only here because she had been felling stir crazy in space. The girl needed to stretch her legs a bit, so here she was.

Tugging the zipper on her flight-suit down a few inches, Ana let out a relieved breath. It is nice to relax once in a while, after all. She waited patiently for a server to come around, absently gazing around the room.

[member="Tallia Farn"] [member="IC-3471 Logan Harkins"] [member="Iris Tyrad"] @R'Ikk Zikk

 

[Iris Tyrad]

Noticing that the droid who had offered the drink had now disappeared, Iris decided to sit back down in his booth. However, the booth was now taken by a couple of loud drunk men. Instead of staring a bar brawl, Iris decided he would just go sit at one of the free seats at the bar.

Casually, Iris walked towards the bar, dodging and pushing his way through the crowds of people. The only seat nearby that was free was by a girl, who seemed to be keeping to herself ( [member="Tallia Farn"] ). Therefore Iris slumped his body next to her, and started deciding on what drink he would buy.