Private Training then Guns

[Be'iqaronn]

Renn quietly sat at the bar on Mos Eisley. The sandy place on Tatooine was a perfect place for bounties and other sort of crime that he enjoyed being apart of. Watching people leave and exit he was just waiting for someone to walk up to his table with a job in hand. Renn was down on money and needed more for fuel, needing upfront pay where he would then embark on his journey. With his ship parked in Hangar four he knew when he got back he'd have a visitor or two who recognized it, but those tend to be minor interruptions.

The band at this bar played the song they always did, and throughout it you could find all kind of scum, bounty hunters, mercenaries, murderers, etc. A drink came to his table from a waitress as he pondered how anything significant ever happened on this dune. He had heard the old stories of the old empires, the rebellion, sort of like how it was now-of-days just on a smaller scale. The young traveler, the droids, the Jedi... but to Renn it was all crap, he believed it was based off something and were more made to help kids fall into slumber.

Sitting there his next drink came and he thought about it a little more, for he knew that many of the people in the story existed, they all have there own rewards and stories on them, but he always thought it was embellished. Shrugging he continued to drink his helmet on the table next to him.

Ilinca Magnetar

 

[Ilinca Magnetar]

Tatooine was unimpressive thus far. It was hot, dry, hot, sandy, hot, hot, and hot. Needing a drink and some water, Ilinca stepped into the door of the local bar. Here, it was surprisingly quiet for a bar. There was a band playing some stupid jazz music, and the bartender was humming to himself as he cleaned some mugs. The young girl sighed, forcing herself to put up wit music that wasn't metal as she walked up to the counter and tossed a coin on the table.

The bartender looked up, his alien eyes widening. "Aren't 'ya a bit young ta be here?"

Ilinca pushed some of her red hair away from her eyes, "I just need a meal. And water."

The bartender scoffed, "Off worlders..." and he took the coin, putting a menu in its place.

As she looked through the menu, mentally blocking out the music, she tapped her finger against the counter. She was rudely awakened from her menu scanning, however, when she heard someone loudly whistle behind her.

"Hey, look at this chick!"

Having some from a busy, industrial world, she knew these typed well. Creeps on the street who did not care how old the girl was, they just wanted the girl. The girl rolled her eyes, lowering the menu. "No."

A duros slipped into the seat next to her, "Hey, what's wrong? You're clearly from off world, since girls native here aren't this attractive."

The Ilinca scowled, irritation growing. "No."

The duro raised his blue hand, reaching for her, "Sweety, what-"

She had enough. Ilinca swung on the stool style diner seat and raised her foot. She slammed it into him, knocking him back. And where it hurt too! As the duro gasped in pain, Ilinca pratically shouted. "No!"

The band stopped, all eyes turning to the girl and duro crying on the floor. With a growl, Ilinca grabbed her menu and got down, stomping towards the end of the bar. She searched for a quiet part of the diner, hoping to not be noticed any further, before she passed a grim looking bounty hunter. She sat in the table opposite to his, muttering to herself as she looked at her menu again.

Be'iqaronn

 

[Be'iqaronn]

Sitting there quietly still thinking on the story he heard a commotion and turned to see what it was about. Watching the duro getting slammed on the floor and watching the man cry. Turning to the band as they started up he watched as the new patron walked to a table opposite of his own. He was still chuckling from the proceedings and muttered, "He forgot rule one."

Grinning he turned and said, "So what brings you to the worst city on Tatooine?" Renn sat there grinning, he stayed in his seat quietly waiting for a response, he hated the place. The only reason he was there was because it's good for money, like he always liked saying, 'Skip the crowd, or better yet get paid killing it.'

Renn quietly sat there going back to his holonet continuing his wait.

Ilinca Magnetar

 

[Ilinca Magnetar]

Illinca looked up to the bounty hunter sitting nearby. Pushing some of her hair behind her ear, she blinked. "Looking for some kind of work. Then again, who wants to work on this dust ball?"

Tatooine was quite an unlikable. Ilinca was unsatisfied with working odd jobs, and her self defense was only so good. She sighed, sitting back in her seat. Whoever this man was, he seemed like a sturdy bounty hunting type. He honestly put the girl on edge. "Why? Who are you?"

The bar band played in the background as Ilinca placed her elbow on the table, chin in her palm.

Be'iqaronn

 

[Be'iqaronn]

"I mean, people work here to make a name, though most can't, they just die while in over their heads." Renn kept an eye on her as a waitress came by giving him his drink.

"Frankly, you may not know me, I don't work around these parts that often. In anywise, I'm Renn, a fellow mercenary, who are you?" The idea of lying to this stranger about his name, but he had no reason to do so. If she knew some parts of the galaxy she would probably figure out who he was.

Ilinca Magnetar