Louie's Tavern

It seemed Tatoonie was even more lawless than he had been led to believe. Panno had only been pm the planet for an hour and he had already seen a group of thugs attempt to beat down an old man, and some gutter punk in well the gutter. He could sense the ambient dark energies swirling from the broken bone of the man, but whoever or whatever had done it was long gone. Lost to the crowds. Still it didn't hurt to check the inside he thought, maybe the guy was still inside. In truth it was just his mind rationalizing a way to get out of the sun and heat.

Walking through the scanners in the doorway he passed whatever inspection they were for. Obviously not weapons as he was armed with both a sword and lightsaber. If it could be possible it was hotter inside than out, the air clawed at his lungs the taste of smoke from different plants burning their way through him. Although the force could sustain him, possibly indeffinatly it wasn't the same as the real thing. Pushing his way towards the bar he sat on an old wood seat ignoring it's protests from his weight he leaned forward.

What's a man gotta do to get some grub around here?

As he spoke he was aware of a few of the patrons leaving, giving him wary glances. No doubt fugitives to Sinstras Empire. He cared little for them, and for the others that looked at his armour with lust in their eyes. Snapping his fingers he lifted an overflowing ashtray into the air and turned around. Everyone had apparently found something of great interest near their feet. Not one to show off it was more a warning, don't fuck with me and I won't ruin your day.

Ah, now that was an accent he hadn't heard his whole time here. Someone from the planet, most people he had encountered thus far were people who moved here with high aspirations and just got stuck. No hope left in their eyes or voices, but this guy with a twang in his voice still had both. This was a man that knew things, more so than just the average bartender that overheard things. The way he held himself and looked around spoke of a criminal used to flying under the radar, after all the local police force was the person you wronged and whoever had the fastest draw. He wasnt the reason Panno was here though. Nah criminals can be just as useful as law abiding citizens.

Well if everyone is fond of the stew lets give it a shot.

Staying silent for a few seconds his repto-mammalian eyes racked over the different drinks. Unlike most people of note in the galaxy he was not a heavy drinker. However on a planet like this water would cost more than a clean gaudy whore in the Unknown Regions. Still there was one things he recognized on the shelf there, an old favourite of his Master.

See that Cognac there in the green bottle? Think I can get some of that?

He didnt care that it was meant for something more than a drink in a musty bar, he reached into his back pocket, under his cloak and revealed some an Imperial credit chit. Now was the moment of truth. Would he accept this shit or would he need to dig in for something a little more barginable.

*Crystaall put a hand against her chin and leaned back a bit. She was here alone for alone time. But her reason was understandable.*

Crys- "I have to agree with you on that. Too many people can sometimes mess with your own thinking. That will happen when you are in such a big organization like GALSAF."

Kast- "The Rebellion wasn't too different with that."

*Kaytra gave a slight grin. Sometimes it was hard to get alone time with so many people around. Even when working on her own ship she was often pestered by someone.*
"I grew up in confined spaces with a lot of people. Freighters and frigates don't offer a lot of personal space or privacy. That's why I try to get away from time to time. Keeps me from going crazy, you know. With the amount of cybernetics that I have, I need to try and keep us much of my sanity as possible."

As Louie looked into his eyes Panno felt an electric shock flow through him. For the most part, where he spent his days no one dared look an Imperial Knight in the eye. Save people of great importance. For someone like the carman to do such a thing was pretty rare. After all the suit of armour and connection to the force raised him to neR mythical status. Straight to the point fair enough.


Why had he come here? Normally he would say it was the will of the force guiding him but that wasn't true this time. When the Foece was his guide he would remember the journey just as well as the destination. The first thing he remembered was playing with a child on some transport above the planet. This was something different, almost as if he had lost control of his body for a while as if something or someone was controlling him. Then a false image flickered in his mind. A metal.

I'm here looking for Phrik. An extremely rare metal, apparently there is a lost mining facility out there. Although it wasn't

*Gavin moved with her and sat down at the table with her. He had to admit, he enjoyed her lively nature. It had been so long since he had meet anyone who had such spirit.* "So, what's the weapon of choice?"

*Gavin Made his way to the bar and made an order. It wasn't long before he returned with a couple of glasses and a couple of bottles. Setting a glass in front of each of them, he poured some into each. He set the bottle down and took his drink and raised it.* "To your defeat.'

*Gavin merely smirked as he down the first shot. In his life, he had many types of alcohol, Corellian Whiskey being the main choice due to his brother's liking. The drink burned as it went down, he closed his eyes for a quick second, not expecting it to be so strong. But one shot was all he needed. Pain was good, burning was good. It let you know you were alive. It had been some time since he had drank, but he was still good at holding his own.* "So that's it? I expected stronger."

*He poured them both another glass. He looked at it for a moment, thinking of the celebrations he'd been in with friends and family. Some many memories, now only such. Quickly, he downed another shot.*