Pilot Foils & Gargle Blasters (Gavin Ovmar)

[Yasha Cadera]

Bakura is the sort of place a pilot goes when they've run out of fuel and are in need of a major snack. It's also one of the best spots for solar surfing, but be that as it may - diary in my brain - I'm fond of the land of Sargon Vinyea and his boot buying natural charisma.

So here I am brown combat boots shining, green trousers tucked in them and a brown long sleeve t-shirt on under a thick green bantha leather jacket and I'm walking into the best bar on Tuesday in Bakura. Hey, it's wing night. Don't ask me what sort of wing, or what creature it's from but from previous experience I know it to be both edible and tasty with the right dipping sauce.

"Hey, dudes! How hangs the nav comps around here?" I hoof it to a bar stool and sit down amongst the spacers and the pilots who mingle in a place of this nature. The natural symbiosis of my mind is beginning to scan for the nearest compatible match, but with these dudes, I think I might be able to keep my own Anders Persona afloat.

@[member="Gavin Ovmar"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Anders Sivas"]

Bakura, a beautiful jewel set triumphantly in the backdrop of the infinite black. The blue seas and rivers, the trees and valleys, and the circular cities that dotted the verdant landscape. The city itself was a much more organized thing than the haphazard construction of many cities. The streets were all concentric rings with spoke like boulevards conecting them. It was truely a wonder to behold, if you cared for that sort of thing.

Today however our story begins not marveling at the beauty of the world or cities, but much smaller in the less lovely part of the capital city's business district. Inside a local club known for it's live music and decent alcohol a man sat. His dark brown eyes said more than his casual pants and half buttoned shirt. The stubble on his face said he either hadn't bothered to shave or didn't care. His fighter was having repulsor issues and it just so happened that Bakura knew a thing or two about repulsors. The woman beside him clung to his shoulder as he stared at a Man across the table. He was scheduled to play a set in a few minutes and this hand of Sabaac had gone on long enough. He didn't bother looking at his cards as he raised his glass of Coruscanti Wodka and lime to his lips. His lips drew back as he swallowed and the burn of the strong drink coated his throat. His smile was something he often used to his advantage but today he was actually amused.

"Call." He said finally tossing a small metallic bar down. He had a 23, pure Sabaac. Keeping the other guy dangling was just cruel and the man had already bet his ship.

The cards were turned and as was expected the man had a -22 which was just not good enough to trump a 23. Gavin continued to look at the man and smiled as the man simply got up and walked away.

Gavin turned as the spacer asked how the nav comps hung. It was a good day, well for Gavin at least.

"Next rounds on me." He announced to the barkeep a Faleen woman. Gavin shrugged off the blonde woman beside him and walked to the small stage. He was on. The house band began as it and he began to play and sing. He had been waiting on repairs for three days and this was his prefered way to kill the time.

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[media]Bush - Comedown - Woodstock 99: http://youtu.be/S_K8hA6Jrbg[/media]

After the song it was time for a refill of his drink. He stepped off the stage and went to the bar and took a spot among the rest of the fly boys and girls.

"Vodka again." He said as he winked at the Faleen woman.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Gotta hand it to the Sabaac Table gents, they know how to prolong a moment. I'm catching the mental action in the corner of my mind and the one dude is sweating in a way only defeat smells, wafting off the near-human body. He's even less happy walking away. I catch a waft of the blaster in his pocket and one more job and I pull out of the man's mind. No violence there, moving on to the next unlucky sap!

What? I might be chilling like a little villain, but at least I can avoid the place coming down with a case of the bawl-eys. The one dude sings and I laugh from my belly, a Sabaac King who also plays? No wonder half the hormones in this place are stirring like a cesspool of intimately minded pleasure. As he sits down, I have to check myself. I glance in the mirror and the mental suggestions are all still playing on my face. I sit here, Anders Sivas: pilot and Fringe-High-Council-Dude not that anyone remembers. Still, no one gets my true face but @[member="Jared Ovmar"]. @[member="Gavin Ovmar"]'s natural charisma hits my cheeks with a flush and I choke back the rest of my mohito and tap the glass's edge.

"Make mine a double." Wait. Something's… I yank my hand out to grab the Faleen woman's wrist and I grin playfully. "You're going to use the legit vodka for our crooner here, right? Not the Bothan junk you've been cutting in. He sang well, he deserves the decent drink." I let go of her wrist and she stares at me, mumbles a few words and picks up another bottle with an untampered seal. I glance at Gavin and nod.

"Sweet riffs in that song, eh? Kudos."

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Anders Sivas"]

Gavin wiped some sweat from his brow with a cloth from his back pocket. He was as uninterested in the women in this place as he was a blaster fight, but then that usually didn't make a difference. He leaned on the bar and watched with interest as the spacer from before ordered a double.

Gavin didn't really know why he had better reflexes and keener instincts than other pilots but then maybe he didn't want to know. His dark eyes lit up as he heard the spacer warn against using the bothan knock off instead of the good stuff and the comment about his playing was a stroke to his ego that he would never turn down. He had a lot of passions but fighters and music topped the list. He nodded back as he watched the barkeep pop open a fresh bottle of his chosen poison for the day.

"Thank you." He said as he accepted his drink and smiled knowingly at the faleen wan before he turned to the spacer.

He gave the spacer a friendly smile as he sipped his drink. The difference between this and the other drinks he had enjoyed was so distinct he was ashamed he hadn't caught it sooner.

"It appears I'm in your debt." He said as he gestured with the glass. "As to the riffs. I've had practice." He took another sip enjoying the burn in the back of his throat as he pulled his lips back and made a pleased 'ahh'.

"Do you play?"

 

[Yasha Cadera]

I tap my temple with a knuckle and lean back on the barstool, kicking a foot against the bar to teeter on the two back legs of the stool. Something effortless about a precarious tip, like the adrenaline a pilot lives for, it chases and moulds us our entire lives. Well, however long we live and breathe anyhow. "Aw, you're welcome. Spacer musicians have to stick to our blasters and our camaraderie, right? How else do we scruffy ruffians make it through?" I click my tongue with a wink and stuff the straw that came with my drink into the mint leaves to give them a steady muddle. A man has a right to his poison of choice.

"Consider it a future favour." I huck the straw into a bin behind the bar with maiming accuracy and feel the top of my chair teeter again. Good times, they'll be had by most here tonight. The girls hover like aging prey birds, too old now to be more than casually admired by the more inebriated sorts, but too young to pack in whatever they have left for the outer edges of propriety and leisure. "I play, yes. Not much else to do on deep space runs, you know? More of an acoustic player. Folk, finger picking, that sort. How long've you been kicking with the music?"

I smirk and keep light. The fog of mental bodies are beginning to surround my brain and another drink or two, I might not be able to keep from picking up habits from the stronger members of the crowd but for now it feels like a groovy tuesday and good conversation. Offering my hand, I nod to the man. "Anders Sivas. Pleased t'meetcha."

@[member="Gavin Ovmar"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Anders Sivas"]

"Gavin Ovmar" he said taking his new comrade's hand. "I started playing between jumps too. I'm waiting on repairs now."

He sipped his drink again as a near human woman eyed him from down the bar. He pretended not to notice and continued his conversation. Very few things got him talking freely like music and Flying.

"What are you flying?" He said as he took another drink.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"Gavin O-oh fun!" Ovmar. Another Ovmar? My brain hashes through the myriad of places I've been searching for the Ovmar family name in a mad dash hope that there are a lot of them. I already know @[member="Jared Ovmar"] is the only one I've met. The only one any of my symbionts have met. A shiver crawls laxidasical down my spine as I take Gavin's hand and give it a shake. I'm not strong, neither is my hand so it might be lighter than Gavin may expect. "Repairs taking long? Who've you got working on them Not that Sullustan circling the drain, I hope? Man, I went to him for a fuel coil extraction and he tried to sell me half a ship worth of parts."

Half my drink goes down my gullet and I let loose a grin. "Nothing better than open space, thrumming engines and power chords, eh? I love it. . . oh right now I'm hopping around in a Naboo Lifter. Short, sweet, more like a shuttle than anything but I'm planet hopping till I get that upgrade. You?" It's an odd thing for a man not to search out the pretty eyes in the room that are burning at their heads and shoulders. Wonder what he's in for tonight, this other night where I'm meeting another Ovmar. Rubbing a finger along my brow, I sip my drink. "Ovmar, eh? Wouldn't be from Coruscant, would you? Must be a ton of Ovmar's around." @[member="Gavin Ovmar"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Anders Sivas"]

"I've got a wookie working on my ships landing repulsor systems, but she wanted to wait on the parts to be made to her specs." He said taking another drink, "she had to custom order for my Bes'uliik fighter."

Gavin's eyebrow rose as Anders mentioned another Ovmar. His only known family was an uncle on Coruscant but he died a while back he was told. His own family was all gone as well. He downed his drink and motioned for a refill.

"I was born on Corellia and I was under the impression I was the last Ovmar running around." He cracked a smile, "or at least the best looking one."

He finaly winked at the girl down the bar just for fun. He really just wanted his ship back but then he liked to keep people on their toes.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"Sounds like her Wook-ness has got her fuzzy head in the right place, doing a custom instead of botching in with excess tubing and a couple of leads. Bes'uliik Fighter? You part of a Mando Squadron or such? Sounds like a Mando name, but I could be wrong it has happened before."

The chill along my spine rolls over and yawns awake, alighting on my vertebrae like a Nexu clawing dozily at its napping ground. That same cocky smile, the attitude, the look. My mind flutters back to the imprint of Jared. I remember his early life before and after being orphaned, huddling hungrily for a hand up in the Coruscanti mid and lower levels. "Ah, you might have a cousin…" I tap my glass and order another, "You two should have a contest. It would give me many, many giggles." Reaching into my jacket pocket, I pull out a slim new model holounit and flick it on.

The small projection flashes upward from my palm with a bright eyed and fresh faced young woman setting up the image capture. "Jared, posterity is waiting!" She's grinning, prances over in a long green dress that flows over her slender frame and takes @[member="Jared Ovmar"] by the arm, tugging him into view. The man sighs, a grin spreading across his uncannily similar facial structure as his arm flows around her and he hugs her up. "Posterity, huh? Hello future selves. I was here." Jared picks the woman up with a kiss and the holorecording goes back to the beginning.

I forward to Jared's face and put it up to Gavin's. "'Cause you're a dead resemblance to my .. sister's lover." I cough, setting the holorecording down onto the bar and taking another sip of my drink. The girl at the end of the bar fluffs her hair, rolls her shoulder and I could swear the Ovmar charm is genetic, even when tired and grounded. @[member="Gavin Ovmar"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Anders Sivas"]

"Bes'uliik is all Mando and so was I once, for a time." he said not going into the suicide mission against the Sith shipyards over Mon Cal. His entire squadron and several others gone before the retreat was called. "He had joined the Mandos to fly the ships, wear the armor, drink with the best, and have the toughest women around but the luster faded. "I left for the fringes not long ago and here I am. as for a Cousin that looks like me...well, that would be a lucky bastard at least on one count."

Gavin grinned and shifted closer to Anders. He took a quick sip of his vodka and lime.

"Do you like to bet?" Gavin's tone was mischievous and he lifted his eyebrows up and down quickly, "because I say 10-1 I can get that girl over there and that one to wrestle each other on stage while you and me judge their technique before they both go home you and me smiling. What do you say to 50 credits?"

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"What'd'ya know? The Naboo called it. First time that's happened from a name." Me? Not so combat oriented. In fact, I'd probably curl up in a corner if I even met someone wearing Beskar'gam whose helmet looked at me funny. I sniff outward at the air and grin when he talks about @[member="Jared Ovmar"] being lucky. Sipping my drink, I feel the slosh of alcohol down my throat and my eyes glance bright green and hazel. Peaceful. "Gavin, you haven't the foggiest clue how lucky Jared actually is. Now he just has to stay lucky."

A bet? My eyebrow raises, I glance around to see the rest of the Sabaac players scattered and wonder how far his Corellian luck goes. "What're you going to do, waggle the 50 Credits between the two of them, throw it in the middle and watch them fight to the Maim? Not death. Just maim. Make the other girl less pretty." I stick a foot on the side wall of the bar and let my seat tilt, the room is a kind of diagonal line and that's the way I like it for the moment. @[member="Gavin Ovmar"]