Wars of our Fathers

[Judah Lesan]

Davik was working on his own this time. He had always felt bad about a certain job he ran which saw a good man eventually die all because of bad intel. It happened sure, but his job was to know it was reliable. Davik had been fresh into the work when the mistake was made, but it had haunted him since. That was why he went off grid for a while. The DCO unit didn't even know where he was, and that was fine. They'd find him if they really needed him.

Ord Mantell was the location, and Davik was posing as the newest bartender at the Afterburner... Supposedly this was the place where a lot of information brokers traded secrets, and hopefully where Davik was going to uncover the trail that would lead to the source of the bad intel he passed along. If it wasn't eating at him so much, he wouldn't be doing this, but it was. In a way Davik felt there was a price to pay, one he should pay. If he could deal with this, get justice, maybe he would feel less guilty.

Draco Starks was the best drink mixer the galaxy had ever known. At least that's what the Legend said. The beard was natural, the gray streaks died, because Davik was not old enough for that look. The beanie was to hide the lack of gray in his hair, and also to complete the look. Draco Starks had a record a mile long and three miles deep. This was a rehabilitation program, and all the documentation was legitimate. The best part of doing this legally was the best minds around forgeries were working on everything for him. With the press of a button Draco Starks was born, and with a press of a button he'd disappear.

One week had gone by an nothing. That was fine though. Patrons had to learn to trust the new barkeep, and that didn't happen over night. Draco was going to be a Legend Davik would have to maintain for some time. That meant playing the part as well. It was interesting what his life was like when his personal morals conflicted with that of a Legend he took on. Needless to say, Porkins had learned to cross back and forth so many times the border blurred a bit. That was why he was careful not to assume a new Legend after coming out of another. Davik wanted to maintain who Davik was.

"Give me something Corellian!"

Ugh... some patrons really needed to know when to stop drinking.

"...and give it to that pretty brunette thing that just walked in the doors..."

The inebriated man waved at the young brunette as she entered the bar, followed by a redhead and two blondes. Well this was going to be an interesting night. Draco was going to have to play bouncer it seemed. Just another day at work...

[member="Gav Arwell"]

 

[ReTRAKKS]

A day with numerous loop holes, and a lead that may or may not help her. This was part of Gav Arwell's new life, a female tribes man looking for her father's killer, and any compatriots who assisted that said person. Breaking off from the small group of women that entered with her, Gav found the most remote seat in the bar and sat down. Today, despite the fact she'd learned something new, she wanted to be left alone. But she doubted she'd have her silence.

With a tired arm, Gav placed her knapsack on the table in front of her. The rogue padawan opened the bag to reveal it's contents, and soon revealed a set of pictures from her father's old collection. The images were old, but gave Gav an Idea of who knew her father. Flipping through various photos, with some marked out with a red 'x', Gav revealed a picture of a man with yellow Sun glasses. Though she didn't know his name, Gav had a feeling the man caused her dad's death. And when she found him..

Putting the rest of the images away, Gav pulled out a hunting knife from her jacket holster. She then silently began fiddling with it. To bad she didn't have her father's light saber, which she'd lost track of on Tatooine. She preferred to mess with the hilt's hems. All she could do with the knife was pick at it's chipping hilt, and sharpen it with a rock.

[member="Davik Porkins"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

The brunette was a loner. Draco picked that up right away, but he didn't know why. She was looking at some holographs, but the angle didn't let him see who was on there. Everything said she wanted to be left alone, especially her body language, but the drunk man didn't care. He walked right up to her, and Draco just shook his head as he watcehd what was going on. Rounding the bar, Draco grabbed the man before he could say anything stupid and walked him toward the door.

"I think you've had enough to drink there buddy. You better leave this young woman alone, and head on home to your wife. I'm certain you can't afford those child support payments if she finds out you were trying to have an affair."

Draco pushed the man out the door, and had to duck as the man turned and threw a punch. A swift upppercut as Draco came up knocked the man out cold. He still took the Corellian ale to the lady however, and set it on the table.

"Sorry about that, the drink is on him though. If you decide you need anything else let me know. Also that table just over my shoulder, stay away from them. They are some pretty nasty criminals if you ask me, and I'm kinda trying to find my in to their good side since I'm the new barkeep here. The name is Draco if you need anything."

[member="Gav Arwell"]

 

[ReTRAKKS]

Gav didn't bother to look upward when a drunk man approached her, which she had nearly gotten out of her chair to grab the guy by the face. Though, a bartender had taken care of the man quite swiftly, only to banish the drunk out the front door. Gav heard the thud coming from the streets, which the door had closed right afterwards.

Turning her attention to the bartender, who had revealed a bottle of alcohol, Gav looked up. He looked scruffy, possibly something to expect from a low life spaceman.

"I do not drink any form of alcoholic beverages, nor intend to engage in violent standards. Starting trouble is something of low standards, which that man had displayed."

Letting the beverage rest on the table, and create condensation to stain the wooden tables, Gav removed a net covered canteen from her bag. This revealed the contents of the picture, showing the man with yellow sunglasses. The image however was stained and photocopied onto pieces or paper, having no technological relations.