Kairon Rees
Smuggler
Nar Shaddaa
Mid level near a major spaceport
Wide open thread
Kairon watched the foam head on his beer settle as if it was the most interesting process in the world. He watched each of the little brown bubbles grow and burst. It sat on the counter of the bar growing warm and untouched. His hand came up, fingers gripping the glass as if he could take a swing at any moment. Even for Kairon, this was a particularly sullen mood. The crew had been teasing him about it recently, doing a good job of pretending it was entirely because he turned forty next week. His delightful teenage nephew had been greatly enjoying himself. They all knew that in reality he was simply missing his girl and were trying to help in their own obnoxious way. His ship was running more smoothly than it even had. The Alliance had stayed true to their word and given her the works. He loved his ship, it was his business, it defined him, it was his home. After six months on the Warden he had come to realise he loved something else more.
The bar stool screeched across the floor with an excruciating noise. Kairon grunted as his second-in-command hopped up onto the chair next to him. The veteran soldier leant forwards on the bar and tried to get the attention of the staff.
"You gonna drink that boss?" he asked.
"Sure," Kairon responded, lifting the glass to his lips. It was warm and flat.
"What's the plan then?" Jarrick queried with a smile.
Kairon sighed.
"Ah the usual. Drink until you can't walk because you're a lightweight and help you stumble back to the Quin. If you're in this kind of mood..." Jarrick replied in a cheery manner. He held up two fingers as the barkeep walked up. The burly Gran was 'cleaning' a glass with a stained rag. "Two ales, two of those," Jarrick replied, before pointing to a green bottled on the back wall.
"Chasers?" Kairon asked.
"Yup. Get you drunk enough quickly enough and you'll talk about what's really bothering you before you know what's happened. Part of the job description as second-in-command. Crew welfare, says so on the contract!"
Mid level near a major spaceport
Wide open thread
Kairon watched the foam head on his beer settle as if it was the most interesting process in the world. He watched each of the little brown bubbles grow and burst. It sat on the counter of the bar growing warm and untouched. His hand came up, fingers gripping the glass as if he could take a swing at any moment. Even for Kairon, this was a particularly sullen mood. The crew had been teasing him about it recently, doing a good job of pretending it was entirely because he turned forty next week. His delightful teenage nephew had been greatly enjoying himself. They all knew that in reality he was simply missing his girl and were trying to help in their own obnoxious way. His ship was running more smoothly than it even had. The Alliance had stayed true to their word and given her the works. He loved his ship, it was his business, it defined him, it was his home. After six months on the Warden he had come to realise he loved something else more.
The bar stool screeched across the floor with an excruciating noise. Kairon grunted as his second-in-command hopped up onto the chair next to him. The veteran soldier leant forwards on the bar and tried to get the attention of the staff.
"You gonna drink that boss?" he asked.
"Sure," Kairon responded, lifting the glass to his lips. It was warm and flat.
"What's the plan then?" Jarrick queried with a smile.
Kairon sighed.
"Ah the usual. Drink until you can't walk because you're a lightweight and help you stumble back to the Quin. If you're in this kind of mood..." Jarrick replied in a cheery manner. He held up two fingers as the barkeep walked up. The burly Gran was 'cleaning' a glass with a stained rag. "Two ales, two of those," Jarrick replied, before pointing to a green bottled on the back wall.
"Chasers?" Kairon asked.
"Yup. Get you drunk enough quickly enough and you'll talk about what's really bothering you before you know what's happened. Part of the job description as second-in-command. Crew welfare, says so on the contract!"
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