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[KkT'or'R'R'R]

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Tags: 0-7 Gavin Restur Neryn Ka Signy Bralor

Ship: TYE-wing

Weapons: Gaderffii, MR-90 "Covert Causality" Proton Rifle

Spoiler: OOC

Apologies for being inactive, life got in the way.

What an interesting cast of characters, to say the least. Within moments of them showing up, chaos followed them. These were his kind of people. He walked over to the bar and waved down the bartender. "Keep, everyone's next round is on me." The bartender scoffed at him. "Sure it is, people like you don't keep that kind of credit." Having already dealt with his judgement earlier, Tor was having none of it."Hey look here, unless you want to end up like those before you did, I suggest you get everyone in here a round on me. I've already had to deal with you ignorance once."He smacked down a large pouch of credits and passed it to the bartender. The bartender hastily got to work getting drinks for the whole bar. He turned to the crowd in the bar. "Everyone, next one is on me." The bar erupted into and loud commotion of both happiness and confusion. Wasn't often that someone did a gesture like this in a cantina. Most kept to themselves and spent whatever money they had and called it a night. Tor helped himself to a bottle under the counter and poured himself something strong. He spun the glass in place for a bit before picking it up and lifting it towards the bounty hunters. They couldn't tell, but he was smiling at them under his mask. "Evening," he said with a nod.

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[Gavin Restur]

Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Rocket Boots, Rebreather, Misc.
TAGS: 0-7 , KkT'or'R'R'R
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["Is this a gesture you offer to every stranger who aids you in some way?"]

"What, buyin' folks a drink? It sure is. Besides, it's rather rude to not show any sort of appreciation, ain't it?"

Though, his attention was grabbed by KkT'or'R'R'R setting down a large pouch. While he wasn't listening in on the conversation, he had a pretty good guess as to what the Tusken was about to do.

["Everyone, next one is on me."]

To which, the rest of the bar went up in cheers. He gave the Tusken a nod in return out of appreciation, before looking back towards 0-7 . "Looks like I ain't the only one out here buyin' drinks. Not sure how good you can hold your liquor, but we might be findin' that out soon enough."

 

[0-7]

Tatooine
Tags: KkT'or'R'R'R , Gavin Restur

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"Evening," he said with a nod.

"Evening..." Seven echoed back.

A social Tusken. Or, at least, social beyond his own clan. That was uncommon, and not without reason. Seven found herself relating much to the people of the desert. They had been wronged and chose to shirk those alien to their home. She too felt that urge. Maybe, then, she was jealous of the Tuskens. Isolationist, sure, but at least they had each other.

She didn't know who she had.

"What, buyin' folks a drink? It sure is. Besides, it's rather rude to not show any sort of appreciation, ain't it?"

"I... suppose," the Evereni relented.

Perhaps her alienness to drink had made her so weary. Regardless, she was drinking now, so they would soon find out how good her tolerance was. When Seven looked back to her glass she was a bit shocked to find it already empty. It had been so unoffensive and vaguely sweet that she had hardly paid it much mind while drinking it. It had gone down shockingly easy. Too easy. With another round on the horizon she grew curious what was to follow.

"How... quickly does it hit you?" she inquired in a professional tone. "If... you were to have a low tolerance?"

 

[Gavin Restur]

[Objective #: Insert Here]
Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Rocket Boots, Rebreather, Misc.
TAGS: 0-7
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["How... quickly does it hit you? If... you were to have a low tolerance?"]

Whilst 0-7 spoke, he was in the midst of chugging the rest of his beer. Head tilted back, bottle pointed straight at the ceiling. After a few moments, he set the bottle back down on the counter, empty. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, before glancing towards her.

"Ehhh, normally depends on what you're drinkin'. If it's somethin' on the lighter side, it'll take a couple before you start feelin' it. If it's strong? You'll feel it mighty quick."

"To which," Shifting a bit to lean on the counter more comfortably, completely facing the other. "I'm gonna assume you ain't much of a drinker, if you're askin' that. So, I would suggest you don't go too crazy."

A brief moment was spent looking the other up and down, as if studying her. Which, is precisely what he was doing. "Call it a hunch, but I get the feeling that you're not from 'round these parts. You got a name you feel like sharin', stranger?"

 

[0-7]

Tatooine
Tags: Gavin Restur

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"Call it a hunch, but I get the feeling that you're not from 'round these parts. You got a name you feel like sharin', stranger?"

"...Seven," the Evereni answered in a cryptic manner. "Don't bother prying for more. There's nothing to find."

His assessment that she was inexperienced with alcohol was a correct one. And that she wasn't from around here. Maybe she wouldn't have even offered her name, but for some reason her lips were looser. She was letting more words spill out than she often would. Seven didn't enjoy talking much, at least to her experience, so that didn't make much sense.

In fact, as she received her second free drink she noticed how fuzzy she felt. Tingly arms, a heavier head, droopy eyes. Her chair started to feel uneasy below her. It seemed that the young woman's tolerance for alcohol was considerably low.

Very considerably low.

"Who's from around these parts anyways..." Seven muttered, almost as though to herself. "Tusken guy is I guess... everyone else is just... some traveler going to wherever. Or trying to look for something dead and gone..."

 

[Gavin Restur]

Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Rocket Boots, Rebreather, Misc.
TAGS: 0-7
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["...Seven, don't bother prying for more. There's nothing to find."]

There was a raise of a brow that was given. "...Seven? Huh." Definitely not a typical name that you hear. "Well, alright. I ain't gon' pry."

Besides, he had other business to focus on. That being, the next drink coming along. Perfect. Beautiful, even. A look of delight on his face, as he took hold of the glass.

["Who's from around these parts anyways... Tusken guy is I guess... everyone else is just... some traveler going to wherever. Or trying to look for something dead and gone..."]

A tilt of his head from side to side. "You're not wrong. Still, some folk do have the misfortune of actually being born on Tatooine." Taking a brief sip from his glass, before looking back towards her. "Any story on what you're doin' here, then? My own story is on display back there." Nodding his head back, to where the Devaronian was beginning to wake up from his forced slumber.

 

[0-7]

Tatooine
Tags: Gavin Restur

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"Any story on what you're doin' here, then? My own story is on display back there."

"Some people think this place is still where power is born..." Seven muttered. "Come here chasing ghosts of a bygone glory age... Dark things out there in the sand and muck that ain't wanna be messed with... but some fool or another comes looking to fool anyways..."

Her words were becoming a little more slurred now. Her professional, emotionless mask was starting to slip. It made her answer a bit less coherent.

She still hadn't said why that brought her here after all.

"Nobody stops to think about why that stuff got left behind..." she continued. "Or whatever unlucky run-of-the-mill guy gets left to clean up the mess... all self-centered interest, no concern for the ripples they leave in the pool..."

Those who could feel the whims of the Force couldn't stop messing around with things left behind out in the Dune Sea. What they really needed to do was leave...

Maybe consider the appeal of a normal life.

 

[Gavin Restur]

Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Rocket Boots, Rebreather, Misc.
TAGS: 0-7
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["Some people think this place is still where power is born... Come here chasing ghosts of a bygone glory age... Dark things out there in the sand and muck that ain't wanna be messed with... but some fool or another comes looking to fool anyways..."]

There was a raise of a brow as 0-7 started becoming more incoherent. Damn, that was rather quick, wasn't it? And it was pretty dead on when it came to the fact she wasn't much of an experienced drinker.

["Nobody stops to think about why that stuff got left behind... Or whatever unlucky run-of-the-mill guy gets left to clean up the mess... all self-centered interest, no concern for the ripples they leave in the pool..."]

Blink, blink. "...I see..." While he didn't actually "see", he just nodded along as if he did. After, there was a small motion to get tender's attention. Mumbling towards them something about "getting a water" for "his friend over here". Which, to tender quickly did so. Putting a cup of water in front of her.

He turned his attention back towards her, subtly nudging the water closer towards her so that it would grab her attention. "And what relevance does all that have with you?"

 

[0-7]

Tatooine
Tags: Gavin Restur

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"And what relevance does all that have with you?"

"I don't know..." Seven admitted. "Obligation, maybe... Some sort of effort to be a better person... fix mistakes from a past life. A foolish idea instilled that saving others will save myself..."

To her credit, Seven did take the water when she was prompted. She understood the gesture, somewhat of an embarrassed look coming to her face. She was discovering what it was like to be drunk, as well as how terribly low her capacity to drink was. How had such a thing come to be?

Maybe it was fate.

"My tolerance is quite low, I suppose," she muttered in a bit of a bashful tone now. "This drink... it is not supposed to be very strong, is it?"

 

[Gavin Restur]

Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Rocket Boots, Rebreather, Misc.
TAGS: 0-7
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["I don't know... Obligation, maybe... Some sort of effort to be a better person... fix mistakes from a past life. A foolish idea instilled that saving others will save myself..."]

Well, there's a reason why liquor's called a "truth serum". While he wasn't expecting to hear this kind of tale, that's just the nature of talking to strangers on a backwater planet. Tragic pasts, goals and aspirations, beliefs.

And honestly? He didn't mind. Hell, he could even relate to where she's coming from, in some aspects.

["My tolerance is quite low, I suppose. This drink... it is not supposed to be very strong, is it?"]

"...I'll be honest with you here, Seven. It ain't strong. But, that's alright. Just focus on drinkin' some water, and you'll be right as rain." Lifting a hand up, to slightly adjust his hat. "But, as for all them things you were saying before: I wouldn't say it's a "foolish" idea. If you ask me, it don't matter what you think or what reasonin' you have, if it propels you to do good, that's the only fact that matters."

"At least, I think." What does he know? Too much hard thinking isn't for him. Lifting his glass up, to take a sip from his second drink.

 

[0-7]

Tatooine
Tags: Gavin Restur

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"But, as for all them things you were saying before: I wouldn't say it's a "foolish" idea. If you ask me, it don't matter what you think or what reasonin' you have, if it propels you to do good, that's the only fact that matters."

"At least, I think."

"That is... a kind sentiment," Seven decided, running her finger around the rim of her glass of water. "Maybe I'd like to believe that..."

She wasn't sure if she actually did though. Perhaps a question for her to ask herself later, after she's found who she even is. A bit of a headache was starting to set in now. Alcohol really wasn't what she had expected. What was the appeal of being drunk? Maybe the fact that it took a bit of her agency after she had just gotten it back didn't help.

In fact, it made her a little anxious.

"Why do you hunt?" she asked. "For the thrill of it? Service to your community? Forgive my asking... I've not known bounty hunters to be the conscious types..."

 

[Gavin Restur]

Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Rocket Boots, Rebreather, Misc.
TAGS: 0-7 ​

["That is... a kind sentiment, maybe I'd like to believe that..."]

"I don't see a reason why not too. But, what do I know..." Ending with a shrug, as he took another sip.

["Why do you hunt? For the thrill of it? Service to your community? Forgive my asking... I've not known bounty hunters to be the conscious types..."]

A question he's been asked a surprising amount of times, he feels. As such, he's got the response to it pretty nailed down. "Well, pretty much all of the above with that, and more. For one, it always feels good to bring in a wanted criminal that's been terrorizin' the galaxy, dead or alive. Two, fightin's basically part of my blood, and I'll live by the sword just as happily as I'll die by it. And three..."

Taking a break from speaking, to take a quick sip.

"I love credits."

 

[0-7]

Tatooine
Tags: Gavin Restur

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"I love credits."

A bit mundane. Credits made the world go round... sometimes. It wasn't really clear what controlled the galaxy to Seven anymore. Money, the Force, hatred... It all just seemed messy.

"Straight forward, I suppose," she muttered, taking another sip of her water.

She could even find herself to be envious of such a thing. To come from a straight forward background and have straight forward motivations. There was a peace of mind that came with things being so clear cut. Seven had never been afforded such a luxury.

Just another thing to tack onto the list of things she was jealous of.

"I do not care for credits," the young woman mused, her words a bit less slurred. "I hardly ever find myself in places where they are relevant. They seem to be worth less the further you stray from the boarders of large powers..."

 

[Gavin Restur]

Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Rocket Boots, Rebreather , Misc.
TAGS: 0-7
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["I do not care for credits, I hardly ever find myself in places where they are relevant. They seem to be worth less the further you stray from the boarders of large powers..."]

"Yeah, that sounds about right. Less the place is civilized, the less they use traditional means of currency."

With a tilt of his head back, he downed the rest of his drink, and it definitely looked like he could keep going.

"Got any stories to tell 'bout those places you mentioned? I ain't got much else to do, and I'm sure our friend in the backseat of my craft doesn't mind waitin' a while. Gives him some time to think 'bout his life choices."

 

[0-7]

Tatooine
Tags: Gavin Restur

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"Got any stories to tell 'bout those places you mentioned? I ain't got much else to do, and I'm sure our friend in the backseat of my craft doesn't mind waitin' a while. Gives him some time to think 'bout his life choices."

"Not many I'm fond of," Seven admitted.

She had a knack for finding herself amidst the dark and depraved. Those sorts of evils that were overlooked by the wider galaxy, be it far off or under their noses. Seven had seen the lies that civilization had sold people. Even so, however, she had also seen the truths it had sold as well. It was the mundane that she craved. Normalcy. There was a draw to that ordinary life that she couldn't help but feel jealous of and covet for herself.

"I... suppose I can share one," she decided. "I can't say it'll be that descriptive, cause I don't much understand what it was myself. I found myself... pursued, for one reason or another. By a much larger vessel, think star destroyer sized. I just remember all of my sensors squealing and a shadow passing over my cockpit. It was large enough to blot out the system's sun. Maybe it was Summa-verminoth? I doubt one could get that large... cause there was nothing left of my pursuer but scrap."

The young woman let out an exhale.

"Maybe some questions are better left unanswered."