Private Not Enough Tihaar in the Galaxy

[Evangel]

Evangel slowly replaced her helmet back in the secure storage in the loading bay of her ship. Beskar was resilient, but that was not excuse not to take care of your armor. The softer material was more prone to wear, but even the metal needed a wipe down and examination for cracks. She might be of questionable genetics, but the condition of one's beskar'gam had been drilled into her at a young age all the same. The same was true for her weapons. No one needed anything jamming in a life-or-death struggle.

With the ship secured, she strode down the street within the Mandalorian Empire. Wearing everything but the helmet, and carrying only her spear and the arm-mounted blaster, the blonde hunter scanned the area for trouble. An excuse, really, to get mixed up in an adrenaline rush. With none found, however, the original plan remain in play: she wanted a drink.

Of course, in the Mandalorian Empire finding a cantina or club that served alcohol was not difficult to find. After a hard day something to help not think was a welcome distraction. Or, if you were saddled with a crazed desire for blood, a drink was a way of putting the voices to sleep. Evangel was -- to everyone's relief -- not an angry drunk. Sadly, she never got wasted enough for that to matter or for the itch to truly go away.

"Tihaar," Evangel lifted a hand as she called out an order to the bartender. She visually scanned the interior of the moderately sized open chamber with the bar in the center. Doubtful there'd be any major bounties just sitting there begging to get picked up, but it didn't hurt to check. Besides, there could always be someone paying too much attention to her movements -- not everyone appreciated a good mercenary's work in the galaxy.

Adelle Bastiel | Aether Verd​

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

If there was one thing that stayed consistent across the worlds held by the Mandalorian Empire, it was that a bar was never hard to find. Adelle set the metal cup down on the small table in front of her, enjoying the burn of a good Whyren's Reserve. Credits had been few and far between lately, but someone had been grateful enough for their child's magical healing--Adelle didn't bother correcting the parents--she'd gotten enough to spare a drink. She sighed. Maybe it was time to consider mercenary work. She'd have to find a blaster again. A lightsaber hardly seemed fitting to use on those jobs. Hells, maybe it was time to take the Caburian creed, at the least. Jobs might come easier if she did.

Something in the air changed. Something in the Force. Adelle discreetly lifted her gaze from the table as a Mandalorian entered the bar, gilded runes decorating the signature armor. Her presence felt charged, aggressive, like a direcat stalking its territory or a lightning bolt waiting to strike. The runes were incredibly distinctive but flashed in the low light like a warning. The woman's head turned to survey the bar and Adelle made sure she was looking elsewhere when she felt that predatory gaze pass over her. In spite of finding herself in trouble so often, the ex-Jedi preferred to avoid it.

"Hey," someone barked at her.

Adelle looked up. A human male, a Devaronian male, and a Twi'lek female stood in front of her table. All were armed and carried themselves with the self-assurance of freshly successful mercs.

"Speak of the Sithspawn," Adelle muttered.

"You're at our table," the human said. "Move."

She made a show of looking all over the table and under it, inspecting the surface, only to fix the human with a steely gaze. "I don't see your name on it."

The Devaronian snickered and the Twi'lek flashed a wicked grin.

"Feisty. I almost like her," she said.

The human didn't seem nearly as amused as his companions but he forced a chuckle. "Nice try. But we've got you three to one. I said move."

"And if I refuse?" she asked. Adelle took a long, slow sip from her cup and deliberately, carefully set it back down on the table, leaning back in her chair with one arm hanging off the back. And a foot on the rung of the chair opposite her, in front of the human. Her mismatched eyes flicked over to the bar where the gilt-runed Mando sat. Adelle apparently found a lightning rod.

She just didn't like how close she was to it.




Evangel | Aether Verd