milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

[Pre-Milliways: It's business as usual for Mission as another chapter in her life begins.]

"Huh."

That would be the sound that Mission Vao made as she stopped in mid-stride and stared around in wonder. She had been expecting Glun's Cantina, a rundown sort of place filled with mercenaries and bounty hunters and the like, in Coronet City and not an uptown sort of bar.

Vaguely she wondered if she had lost more blood from the wound on her arm than she thought and she fingered the makeshift bandage that she crafted while on the run from the two Gamorreans. Or maybe she took a wrong turn?

She frowned in thought.

No, she was certain that the door she walked into had been leading to Glun's Cantina. She distinctly remembered the cantina rats and the foul smelling Rodian hanging around by the door outside.

"Huh?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Good, because they'll bring a whole mess of problems with them. They bombed the world I was raised on. Bombarded Taris until there was nothing left. Malak, I don't know if you've heard of him but he was a Sith Lord and that was his doing. He ordered it. And then there was Telos before that."

She shakes her head somewhat sadly at the memories.

"Things are getting better now though. What sort of problems does Earth have?" she asks with genuine curiosity.

"He sounds familiar. I may have been told about him somewhere in the course of my education."

Ray rubs at the back of his neck, thinking. "Well, for one thing, we haven't got star drives yet. All our space exploration's been within our own solar system, and we haven't put any off-world colonies down yet. Just a couple of temporary orbital stations. Which is fine, everybody has to start somewhere, but we've just had to repel an initial surveying run by a race called the Mi-Go. They're the kind of being who thinks nothing at all of studying a species by taking out the subject's brain and shipping it back to their home planet in suspended animation. Fun people. Not."

"'Least you were able to stop them though, right? Think they'll come back?"

"They might try," Ray says. "I'll be getting my planet ready for them in the meantime. Somebody has to."

"Huh. You do kind of sound like a Jedi," remarks Mission, quietly, before saying, "Well, I guess, like you said, you can go through to other places and get help from somewhere if you need it too. There are good weapons dealers on Nar Shaddaa."

Ray nods. "I've had to do that a couple of times in the past when we've had other incursions," he says. "This place isn't half bad for gathering up assistance either. You certainly get a lot of volunteers for dangerous missions if you speak up around here. I haven't had the chance to go out and buy anything offworld yet, but at the rate the visits are escalating I might just have to check Nar Shaddaa out at some point..."

"Sometimes the best missions are the dangerous ones," chirps Mission. "If you ever do get around to going to Nar Shaddaa, be careful. It's pretty much the criminal haven of the galaxy: bounty hunters, mercenaries, smugglers, criminal organizations. They've some of the best, possibly slightly illegal, stuff there though."

"Sounds like the kind of place where I'd be well advised to take a guide," Ray muses. "Considering."

"If you ever need to go, I can take you. Strictly speaking I'm not supposed to go, but..." She shrugs. "Well, it's not like I've never been there before yah know?"

"True enough," Ray says, and grins. "I'll definitely look you up if I ever have to go...Oh! Oh, that reminds me. There's three rules in this place. No violence in the Bar- if you have to fight somebody, take it out back. No 'business' from home, which mostly means grudges or longstanding struggles. If a Sith Lord were to turn up here, we wouldn't be allowed to lay a finger on him except in self-defense. And no nudity in public parts of the Bar; people swimming without clothes during the warmer months might be okay, but that's as close as it gets."

"Fair enough rules to follow. I'm not the violence starter type." A pause and then, "Okay, maybe not all the time at least. And I don't think I'd try to take on a Sith Lord if one of them did turn up here. As for the no nudity, well, I'm not some busty cantina rat."

"There you go, then," Ray says. "The first drink is free; after that they take any currency, from anywhere in the Galaxy. The bar's voice activated, so if there's no tenders on hand, just ask the Bar for what you want. And there's no droids on staff, but those little brown guys-" He indicates a wait-rat. "-do most of the work around here, so they take drink and food orders too.'

"Small guys work here, any kind of currency, voice activated bar, first drink free, and - hey, wait, does that mean I can order any kind of drink?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Ray says. "Although the Bar sometimes won't give people intoxicants they're not legally supposed to have. But other than that? Pretty much anything."

"And all I have to do is going over to the bar-" and she points "-and...and talk to the counter? Seems easy enough."

"Yep," Ray says. "It usually works pretty well. I've even seen species that can't manage standard speech place orders successfully, so you should be fine in any language you want to use."

Mission shrugs. "I usually go with Basic. Much easier when dealing with trading goods."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only