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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Sept 14, 2016 20:08:48 GMT -5
Raasha had enjoyed the trip around town. Tired as she was, and lacking a bath, she was still hungry. Very hungry in fact, and the prospect of food in her stomach was incredibly welcome. It also helped that they were riding, which meant Raasha could look around more at the city. It was nicer than Cover City, as she'd so rapidly discovered. The real surprise though, was that it was better in every way.
She'd usually traveled in the other direction. Or, when crossing the mountains, she'd never strayed so far. The fact Corvala was green, with actual stone buildings, was impresseive. The presence of flowing water was a luxury to her. Fresh fish were for sale, dried meats, fruits, spices. Her sense of smell could pick them up from a considerable ways. It was not a situation she wanted to be driving through while lost.
She kept her illiteracy hidden away, but she couldn't read street names any better than menus.
On their way into the bar, she'd heard their specialties described. Burgers. It was a mixed crowd, racially diverse. In other words, the kind of place where people spoke Basic.
Upon sitting at the bar, she ordered a Corvala Gold, and 'a burger.' Further prompting from the server had taken it to 'whatever is most freshest' and 'very rare?'
By the time Raasha turned back to Bekk, he'd gotten up and was moving towards a human. His hand was near the lightsaber...
She didn't want trouble. Not now. Not while hungry. Not while her rifle was in the speeder. The hunting knife inside her vest was good... But she didn't want to test anything. Quietly she laid a hand on Bekk's shoulder.
"What is of happenings?" She inquired in her thickly accented Basic, looking between the two men expectantly. Her stomach rumbled.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2016 21:50:41 GMT -5
“That depends on who’s asking.”
Ben shot back immediately, in a flat tone. It was a cliche, sometimes even expected, response. But that was because it worked so well when meeting someone who was both new and untrusted. It threw the ball back in their court. It gave you hints, as miniscule as they might be, as to their intentions. And sometimes, though rarely, it made people drop the whole act and be upfront. So Ben didn’t care if it was a response that rolled eyes; he knew the cliche worked.
As he waited for the Zabrak’s response, the Ex-Jedi Knight’s narrow, dark eyes never left the young man standing next to him. If there was any surprise on Ben’s face, it quickly faded as his furrowed brow returned. Overalls, which looked like they had seen the underside of a speeder engine more than once. Boots and gloves that matched. Goggles, and a tool belt. The tool belt Ben took particular interest in, as the Zabrak’s hand was rested on a pouch that was just the right size and shape for the hilt of a lightsaber.
That caused Ben’s dark-skinned hand to immediately reach for the grip of the DL-44 strapped to his opposite hip, and hold it tight.
The Zabrak was Force-sensitive alright. And it was no coincidence that the young man had made a beeline for Ben the moment he walked into the bar. On top of that, the Ex-Jedi Knight wasn’t stupid - he didn’t have to see the lightsaber to know that the Zabrak had one. He didn’t even have to sense the Force radiating from the crystal to know. After enough years of watching over his shoulder, Ben just knew. And as the young man could use the Force, Ben had to assume at least for the moment, that he knew how to use the blade he was hiding in that pouch. But then who had taught him? Certainly not the Imperials - Non-human Inquisitors were as likely as Palpatine himself finding redemption in the lightside of the Force.
Ben’s mind worked at a million miles an hour, but at the reasoning that the Zabrak wasn’t Imperial, the grip on his pistol relaxed. At least, relaxed slightly. Ben wasn’t dropping his guard until he knew what he was dealing with.
“Don’t do anything stupid, Kid… Like pulling out something that should be a secret in the middle of a crowded bar.”
It was at this point that a Togruta came over. Female, with wine-red skin that made the white pop-out and a somewhat heavy accent. Attractive, but not overly so. At least, not to Ben. But he’d seen a lot of Togrutas in his time, too. He had picky standards when it came to them. Especially after a particular crazy crazy ex-girlfriend who had been a member of the species. The newcomer laid a hand on the Zabrak’s shoulder, and inquired about what was going on. That made Ben smirk, and the grip on his blaster relax even more.
“Just your friend here about to reveal the big secret to the whole bar…”
He put an emphasis on ‘the big secret’, half hoping that the Togruta would get what he meant. As two seats freed up next to Ben, he eyed them, and kept going. His voice was low, trying to keep it unheard by most of the rest of the bar.
“... But let’s not ruin the bar owner’s night by having Imperials swarming all over his place. What’s your poison? The Corvala Gold is especially nice.”
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Post by Mr. Slender on Sept 28, 2016 19:40:33 GMT -5
After the reasonably snide answer from the scruffy human Bekk had to let out a short huff, both for the tedious path he saw this conversation going, and to hopefully stop his nerves from snapping completely. He felt so tense it literally felt like his heart would explode if it beat any harder. Meeting new people almost always made him feel this way, yet that went triple for another force user. How should he approach this? What were the protocols? Was there a secret handshake!?
The human's shifting expression and movement towards his blaster REALLY didn't help either. Bekk's mind continued to raced as he tried to guesstimate the speed with which he could draw his saber, factoring in time for it to ignite to full length, vs how fast the other man could blast a hole through him. The words that flowed from the human's lips fell on deaf ears, as Bekk nervously licked his and prepared himself mentally for what would happen next.
Ironically, the sudden weight of Raasha's hand made the zabrak visibly jump and take a hard inhale of air. "*cough* I..I was not." He quickly fired back at the human, trying and somewhat failing to compose himself. "Alright." Was all Bekk stated under his breath at the next suggestion, feeling absolutely deflated with all the excess stress gone.
"Ardees..." He finally replied, equally to the human and the bartender who moved in for his order. The zabrak had definitely been more hungry than thirsty only minutes ago, yet only cared to always see a full glass ofor Jawa Juice sitting in front of him for the time being.
"*sigh* So....I have no idea where to go from here...were you in Corvala recently? I need to know."
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Sept 30, 2016 21:24:09 GMT -5
Raasha's eyes widened at the big secret. On someone else it might have been subtle, but on Raasha's typically less overt range of expressions, it was a very large sign of her surprise, and what might have been a kind of nervous anger. Luckily Bekk's cough and denial soothed her fears sufficiently.
She waited for the bartender to go, carefully following him even when he left her frame of vision to ensure he wasn't lingering.
Bekk asked the question they most wanted, but there was something else that Raasha'd learned once. She could remember her mothering teaching it, with grandmother constantly interrupting, but they'd learned ways to initiate specific phrases with Jedi for the underground. There was even a way to change the response to indicate danger...
She leaned over Bekk to focus on the human.
"Have you ever go to Glee Anselm? I hear gardens are nice."
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