Minxi Kara
Let's Party!
Location: Tatooine, Chalmun Spaceport Cantina (AKA), Mos Eisley Cantina
The darkly lit interior of the famous Chalmun Spaceport Cantina, also known as the Mos Eisley Cantina, was a fairly busy affair. People of different races, businesses, professions and even purposes were in the shaded building from the scorching suns. The band, a group of new hires for the day, stood at the far end playing requests and more atmospheric musical songs on various instruments of either a strange or exotic design. The bar was heavily attended, but most kept their distance to one another. Most tended to prefer their own private space whilst enjoying a cold drink. But, part of it was to avoid the fairly eccentric woman at the corner of the build's bar. Something was off about her. She wasn't like the usual clientele of the bar. Not even travellers who had come back from a successful job half way across the galaxy were as odd as she was. The energy surrounding her was something of a mix of both a hyperactive Lothcat, but the silent presence of danger as a Nexu.
It was a strange situation. But, most had just gotten used to the strange blue headed woman by now. The bartender had served her multiple drinks by now, all non-alcoholic, which didn't seem necessary to impart a strange and sudden spark of conversation from the woman. Beside her stood, that she dragged from a nearby table, was a large missile launcher leaning against the bar. The bartender had tried to get people to not bring weapons in here, but the many renegades and bounty hunters with no care for rules quickly got him to give up that goal a long time ago.
Handing from the woman's hip was a blaster pistol, looking mostly homemade, with some odd looking grenades along her belt. A box that was mostly pink in colouration, if you looked past the many spray painted designs of crosses and splatters of paint, was next to her on the bar's counter. It looked like some kind of storage device, but with a strange handle to hold onto to transport it. It was entirely metal, which was usually meant for high valued cargo. But this woman didn't have the energy of a cargo transporter or trader. Everything from her lack of armour based outfit to the extremely long blue ponytails behind her head gave that away swiftly. Whilst no one could have guessed who she was, none absolutely gave any attention to the device in her hand. One that would be integral to her 'Party' that she was going to have in the next hour. If she got bored, she could always use it straight away. Who knows what could happen then.
A small device was over one ear, music blaring even through the material. It had a very high tempo and beat to it, almost sounding fairly chaotic in tone and theme. It fit her well.
The darkly lit interior of the famous Chalmun Spaceport Cantina, also known as the Mos Eisley Cantina, was a fairly busy affair. People of different races, businesses, professions and even purposes were in the shaded building from the scorching suns. The band, a group of new hires for the day, stood at the far end playing requests and more atmospheric musical songs on various instruments of either a strange or exotic design. The bar was heavily attended, but most kept their distance to one another. Most tended to prefer their own private space whilst enjoying a cold drink. But, part of it was to avoid the fairly eccentric woman at the corner of the build's bar. Something was off about her. She wasn't like the usual clientele of the bar. Not even travellers who had come back from a successful job half way across the galaxy were as odd as she was. The energy surrounding her was something of a mix of both a hyperactive Lothcat, but the silent presence of danger as a Nexu.
It was a strange situation. But, most had just gotten used to the strange blue headed woman by now. The bartender had served her multiple drinks by now, all non-alcoholic, which didn't seem necessary to impart a strange and sudden spark of conversation from the woman. Beside her stood, that she dragged from a nearby table, was a large missile launcher leaning against the bar. The bartender had tried to get people to not bring weapons in here, but the many renegades and bounty hunters with no care for rules quickly got him to give up that goal a long time ago.
Handing from the woman's hip was a blaster pistol, looking mostly homemade, with some odd looking grenades along her belt. A box that was mostly pink in colouration, if you looked past the many spray painted designs of crosses and splatters of paint, was next to her on the bar's counter. It looked like some kind of storage device, but with a strange handle to hold onto to transport it. It was entirely metal, which was usually meant for high valued cargo. But this woman didn't have the energy of a cargo transporter or trader. Everything from her lack of armour based outfit to the extremely long blue ponytails behind her head gave that away swiftly. Whilst no one could have guessed who she was, none absolutely gave any attention to the device in her hand. One that would be integral to her 'Party' that she was going to have in the next hour. If she got bored, she could always use it straight away. Who knows what could happen then.
A small device was over one ear, music blaring even through the material. It had a very high tempo and beat to it, almost sounding fairly chaotic in tone and theme. It fit her well.
