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[Amnesia]

Almost ritualistically, Amnesia cleaned the blood off her weapons. The smell of charred flesh never made it to her helmet, but she knew it was there. The enemies of the Dominion were numerous and hidden in almost every crevasse on every backwater planet she could think of. Even a Mandalorian had a maximum amount of violence they could take, at least of this sort. Give her some giant monster to fight, it would be amazing.

The bodies were disintegrated, the blood cleaned away, and she moved into the city proper. With a sigh, she pulled up to a dump of a cantina, pushed open the doors and moved into the dark interior. While it took her eyes a moment to adjust her sensors had no such issue, each person inside was properly located and marked on her hud. Smoke filled the air, and the constant chatter of voices filled her audio sensors. They didn't stop just because of a newcomer. Her cloak fluttered around her as she moved up to the counter. Every nook and cranny was filled with some type of someone. Workers, bounty hunters, smugglers, everyday joes. It didn't matter, but they all were there.

As she strode up to the counter and placed a gloved hand on it, her helmet swiveled to the rodian bartender and gave him a nod. "Corellian Ale." As the drink was passed to her, she placed the credits on the counter, including a tip. It was snatched up faster than she could blink. Always careful, the changeling scanned the drink for anything added in. After she felt safe, her helmet was unclamped and ever so gently lifted. A wisp of silken white hair, pale skin, and her deep pink lips could be seen as she took a long drink, before her helmet was brought back down.

The suit made it far easier to stay with this face. She liked it, it made her feel whole and complete again. Each day was getting easier to stay as she was, to be HER once more. She tapped the bottom of her bottle on the countertop once, then pulled up her helmet to take another sip. However, that was when SHE walked in. 5'7'', skin as red as blood. A Sith, a true Sith. A pure Sith. Her helmeted head followed the woman as she moved into the darkened Cantina.

 

[FROSTCestrell]

The week had been pretty mixed for Shira. While she completed one contract, another one had failed, simply because of her hesitation to pull the trigger. Too many things had been unclear about the contract, too many possibilities the one she sought out to catch had been innocent. After all, her suspicion had been proven correct. The person she had been hired to execute had been innocent. Shira didn't like the execution contracts anyways. While she no longer was a jedi, she still saw many things like the jedi did, even if her years as a commander had taught her the other side as well. It was those experiences that brought her down on a day like this.

For now, Shira wouldn't have to worry about food, home or equipment, however, it was hard to find honest work that actually paid well. Was is stupid for Shira to have such high standards about if her work was righteous? Maybe. Was it necessary? Definitely. Shira had played out these questions in her head for a long time now and always came to the same conclusion. She didn't want to fall further. The question was if she was falling at all. She left the Jedi order out of fear of what she would become if she continued seeing her allies die on the battlefield. Each time Shira saw a soldier of her regiment die, she felt something die inside of her as well. When she first got introduced to the army, back then as a captain, the veterans had told her that it would get better over time, however, they were wrong. For Shira, it got more and more until she finally snapped and found herself using abilities of the dark side from time to time. While certainly, the use wasn't the bad thing about them, rather the intention, they were still much closer to the dark side than she would have liked them to be. As cursed as she was, however, this was all she was good at, aside from killing. Two mostly useless skills for guardians of the republic that were there to save and help, instead of annihilating and killing everything they touched.

As her thoughts continued to wonder about the reason why the order deployed her back then, effectively breaking her in the process, she stopped in front of the cantina she was just about to pass. Eyeing the shield at the entrance for a few seconds, her fingers playing with a few credit chips in her hand, she finally took a deep breath and entered the cantina. Letting her gaze wander over the people inside the room for a quick moment, she noticed how no one seemed to give her too much attention aside from the occasional glance at her, whether that was to see if she seemed dangerous, desperate or somewhat else.

With her eyes spotting an empty booth in the back, big enough to barely fit 3 people, her crimson-red eyes narrowed. Taking a few quick steps in its direction, she finally reached it where she took a seat and gave the waitress, a sparsely dressed twilek a nod. With the twilek making a beeline for her, Shira took a quick look at the price list, before she finally decided, speaking to the girl about her age: "Bring me one of those cocktails there, but make it so it's hitting hard... and make it a double.", as she brought a few credits onto the table, including a tip, as her other free hand haad pointed at a violet cocktail that a trandoshan held. As concern was written on the face of the twilek and she wanted to say something, Shira raised her hand and waved her away, telling her in a tired voice: "I know... I know.."

 

[Crysis]

Therein, mixed into the regular ongoings of the Cantina was Crysis, wearing a hood, her poking Montrals creating two tell-tale bumps in the hood which was currently up. She didn't like the idea of having others do her work, but this... Changeling, was effective. She had no arguement for that. She simply liked killing people herself. Unaliving whelps was a favorite past time for the corrupted Togruta. Today was her birthday even, and just as the one she was waiting for walked in, she had turned the ripe age of nineteen. As if she cared about stuff like that anymore. She hadn't had a birthday since Kathal freed her from her miserable parents. Things like that weren't important anymore.

As she strode up to the counter and placed a gloved hand on it, her helmet swiveled to the rodian bartender and gave him a nod. "Corellian Ale." As the drink was passed to her, she placed the credits on the counter, including a tip. It was snatched up faster than she could blink. Always careful, the changeling scanned the drink for anything added in. After she felt safe, her helmet was unclamped and ever so gently lifted. A wisp of silken white hair, pale skin, and her deep pink lips could be seen as she took a long drink, before her helmet was brought back down.

She hadn't noticed her, that was rich. Although Crysis forgot she was partially concealing her identity with a hood, she glanced left, raising an eyebrow at the other and peering straight back ahead... What was the hype with drinking anyway? She could just as well be training. And yet Kathal thought this one was what? Superior to her... It was aggravating. She could've done that job just as well. Or maybe she didn't seem mature enough yet... She tried to limit how much she spoke, tried to emulate his behaviour. What else was missing? A thought crossed her mind...

"Hey, I want some Koja Rum..."

She spoke aloud to the bartender, her gruff scratchy voice audible, though Amnesia would've only seen her before, never actually having an opportunity to hear Crysis speak. When the drink came, she picked it up, glaring at the glass briefly before bringing it to her lips and taking a light swig of it. It was an instant inferno in her mouth. Outside of the somewhat fruity taste, the accompanying burn was something she didn't expect and she coughed once on the drink, body reeling slightly she she put the glass back down.

Well, it was the first drink she had ever taken in life, and she bought it herself. Technically, one could argue she had taken that drink with Amnesia . Speaking of, what was she looking at?

With her eyes spotting an empty booth in the back, big enough to barely fit 3 people, her crimson-red eyes narrowed. Taking a few quick steps in its direction, she finally reached it where she took a seat and gave the waitress, a sparsely dressed twilek a nod. With the twilek making a beeline for her, Shira took a quick look at the price list, before she finally decided, speaking to the girl about her age: "Bring me one of those cocktails there, but make it so it's hitting hard... and make it a double.", as she brought a few credits onto the table, including a tip, as her other free hand haad pointed at a violet cocktail that a trandoshan held. As concern was written on the face of the twilek and she wanted to say something, Shira raised her hand and waved her away, telling her in a tired voice: "I know... I know.."

Crysis smirked at that, if there was any species in this bar she would've been curious about; it was the one most her entire life's study had been devoted too. Had Amnesia not noticed her yet, Crysis was now looking directly at F FROSTCestrell (Shira), and her face was visible. She coughed a bit, then held her nose, downing the rest of the rum. This time, she grimaced but held it, only coughing once afterwards and getting up with a slight stumble. She could feel it almost immediately... It felt kinda' good.

With some liquid courage coursing through her body, Crysis sauntered over, stopping briefly to glance at Amnesia.

"Comawn, let's go see what's up with the Sith, I think she's the real deal..."

She telegraphed this, by motioning in her direction with a thumb before turning and walking right up to the woman's table.

"Sup... Can me and my friend here join you?"

She asked, a decidedly Dark Aura rolled from Crysis, but it wasn't geared towards Shira, undoubtedly for a Force Sensitive, it would be poignant though. And for those in the know, her Dark Side tainted eyes were a terribly painful giveaway.