Till the "Porgs" come marching in.....

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After having to run a couple series of unscheduled drop runs for the Silvers Ronin was all about ready to cut loose for a bit. Figuring to take a short break from the monotony of having to do errand runs or pickups which for the most part he did to sort avoid having be stuck in one place for too long. As if anything it seems he had yet to curb his wandering way which despite the fact there was much expected of him. Now that he'd been taken back by the Silvers and somewhat working his way on the path of stay in the light. He couldn't still seem to resist the call of open space and from time to time he found himself. Jump into his ship and take off for to where only frell only knew....for his fingers would get the best of him and he'd be tempted check out coordinates. Which he'd pick up from one the local bars he just happens find himself in at times.

Which on all account seems to have spurred him to this latest endeavor. Which pick up a lead from a rather hulking ithorian and Wookie patron he overhears mention of a seemingly new hub that just opens up. Which was situated within some asteroid belt.... was an interestingly secluded smuggler haven.Fairly new and was no more than a few parsec from a very profitable trader route run by a rather enterprising Hutt. At which time having peak his interest he then set off slip out of there no sooner had he pry the coordinates from them. Ronin then set off and before the Ithoraian could cool his Jets he'd all but made it halfway there.

Dropping much of the usual get up that would identify him as a Jedi and opt for a more casual flight suit. He then set off with blaster tuck into the folds of his coat and the sabers hidden or conceal out of sight. He then slips to make his way into land in one the available spaceports. To then wander in to get an up-close look at the lay of the place which seems rather populated by the usual dredge of society in which case blending in seem not that hard. Having been all too familiar with such setting in what felt by then as another lifetime ago. He soon finds himself inside a bar on the far end of one the alley. He then enters and blending in with the crowd he soon walks up to the bar to order himself a pint of ale. Then find a seat on the sideline where he could just simply hang out and relax for a bit....when from the corner of his eye he could help notice her on the wayside.

 

[Zesiro]

It had been several years since Zesiro had been out to a bar. In fact the last time she had gone out was on shore leave when she was with the Empire. Letting out a sigh, she pushed that memory away. There wasn't a chance she would ever see Natassia again. Shaking her head, the young woman walked into this new cantina at the end of an ally.

Stopping inside the door, she took a moment to look around. There was different races and she expected that in a place like this. Nobody she knew though and she decided to go in anyway and order a drink. Walking up to basically the same spot Ronin had just left, her blond hair glinted in the lighting here. Ordering her drink and as she waited for it to arrive, she turned around to look and see if there were any empty spots to sit. Not seeing any, she paid for her drink when it was brought to her and went to stand against the wall.

From here, Zesiro could see the entrance and many of the tables to see when one opened for her to sit and have her drink.

[member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Natassia Traxen"]

 

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[member="Zesiro"]

It was then as he silently gazed at her from the sideline that he couldn't help but feel drawn to her for whatever reason. Though at that time unbeknownst to him part of him had all but pick up on the odd strangely thought faint force signature around her. One which resonated with seems either dark or light from which his curiosity about her seem came to steam from. But then again after taking few sip of his ale that he came note one of the booths by his side just happen to open up at which time take a seat soon as the former occupant departed. At which time with much his ale gone Ronin then proceeded to head back to the bar and find himself come to stand just behind her. When out the blue one the patron seems somewhat having had taken a bit more than his fill for the day. Staggered a bit before come to bump into Ronin just as she turns around somewhat caught unaware of the situation as it happens. As her gaze and attention seem to happen to seem caught or distracted as she turns scans the room for whatever reason or her own.

And that soon their eye met he then let out an apology as the ale spill a bit onto her and he in has pushed the somewhat drunk patron aside away from her. At which time as he waited on her reply that he then figured to offer buy her a drink or something make up for the little mishap.

 

[NT-6922]

Natassia wasn't really good at laying low - neither was she very patient when someone disturbed her during her off-time, throwing thousands upon thousands of blood-stained credits in drinks, girls, and treatment to have her mechanical arms replaced for biological ones. So, when three smugglers pulled a blaster on her and figured she'd hand the money, she didn't hesitate twice before killing them.
And now, here she was, having helped herself to their ship, taken a jacket or two from their quarters, and sold the ship after travelling to a different location; a new hub was getting popular around these parts, and she knew that she'd better try to spend a calm vacation. Or at least, as calm as she could manage to get.
First thing's first, getting a drink before she'd start looking for a brothel or two. Covered from head to toe in her peacekeeping armor, she entered a bar she randomly picked, looking around for anything suspicious. Wherever she was, paranoia never left her. After all, she had far more enemies than friends these days. She was still a wanted felon in the Empire, and the Sith would probably take the opportunity to end her swiftly if they found her. That, added to the bombing attacks she prepared against the Rebel Alliance, was not something that allowed her to sleep easily at night.

Sitting down on a stool, she ordered an entire bottle of some exotic drink she had noticed a Zabrak drinking eagerly on her way inside the bar. With the bottle and a glass served, she pressed a button at the side of her helmet, the protection folding back and into the "neck" part of the armor, revealing her face. She took a tentative sip of her drink, when she heard a bit of a commotion at the other end of the bar. Curious, she took her glass and leaned back to see what was going on - only for her eyes to whiden and her grip on her glass to grow stronger. Finishing its contents in one go, she placed it back on the counter and walked hesitantly toward the very familiar face.
" [member="Zesiro"] ?" she asked softly as she arrived behind the blonde woman and an unknown man, [member="Ronin Wendigo"] .

 

[Zesiro]

A drunk ran into the man that had just come up to the counter next to her and knocked into him. As he moved out of the way, some of his drink spilled on her slightly. Pushing the drunk patron away, he apologized and offered to buy her a drink. Wiping the drink off, Zesiro accepted the apology and offer for a drink. It had been far too long since she had been out last and wouldn't mind some attention given to her.

"I'm Zesiro. What is your name so I may thank you for the drink?"

A small smirk crossed her face as she spoke with her mind going back in time and wanting to act like she had all those years ago to him. Taking the drink when it arrived, she had taken her first drink of it when her eyes grew wide in shock.

The quiet but still familiar voice spoke her name behind her. A voice she had just been thinking she would never hear again. Setting the drink down before dropping it, Zesiro turned around to face Natassia.

"Natassia?"

[member="Natassia Traxen"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

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[member="Zesiro"] | [member="Natassia Traxen"]​

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It was then that at first being that as soon he'd gotten the drunk out the way and slightly pushed forward by the other patron towards her. That at that time in the brief moment he caught sight of her. Being as close he was to her at that his momentary embarrassment due to the mishap incident slightly shifted to relief. As she then seems to be that by luck he'd thankfully caught her in a decent mood and she'd come accept his apology along with an offer of a drink. That he then not wanting to dampen the mood seeing as this was one few times he so far able cut loose from his duties of late. That reach out call the bartender attention he notion him to put an order for the next round for them to his tab. Which he nods and refills their drink while he turns towards her as she spoke.

"I'm Zesiro. What is your name so I may thank you for the drink?"

To which with a nod he replies back to her.

"Well its nice meet you Zesiro.....althought I would rather hope we've could have skipped that earlier incident but then again your welcome. Names Ronin...Ronin Wendigo, so say you....."

But then soon after his words were seem cut short as from behind a voice spoke and seem called Zesiro name as well. Which made him pause and turn look see who it was as soon he heard a response along with another name.

"Natassia?"

Which made him sort hope this day was not gonna turn out like one those other times.Where in it was only late that night that he found out he'd been caught by couple ladies into some sort wage wherein before the night was over. They ended up, get so wasted that somehow a fight between them ensued and by the time he got back. It was hell to pay having come up with an explanation that would not get him landed to do trash duty the following day. At any rate, play it coy he comes speak.

"Say you ladies know each other by chance?"