First Enterance - Asajj Ventress

[darksister]

A cloaked figure enters and barely pauses at the sight of Milliways. It makes its way to Bar and pauses again before ordering, "Prow," in a voice that is velvety, slippery, and cold. When the drink appears, the person knocks it back, revealing a flash of chalk white skin in the process, and orders another.

Mixed races and automated bars are nothing new, it seems. Either that, or the cloaked figure just doesn't care. You could always ask if you really wanted to know which.

Later, she wanders a bit, exploring this strange place. That is until she finds the Observation Window, which catches her and keeps her.

[tiny tag: Asajj Ventress]
[[OOC: Open till it scrolls, though work may pull me into slows from time to time. Also, I'm assuming the Emcee will provide the willkommen speech.]]

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[i_am_your_host]

The cloaked figure is not one that the Master of Ceremonies has seen (or heard) before. Dark, imposing. Dangerous?

One hand curled around a glass of gin, the fingers of the other pinching a cigarette, he attempts to catch the person's eye from around the edge of the hooded cloak.

"Good evening, friend," he murmurs in a voice that is also velvety, but not as slippery, and in fact more smoky than cold. "You seem as if you really needed that drink."

[darksister]

The hood of the cloak turns enough to allow a glimpse of a face which seems feminine, if sever.

"I do not have friends and I am certain more will be joining the first." She drinks about half the second shot, which likely suggests she meant more drinking with the second half of her statement.

[i_am_your_host]

Severe, yes, perhaps even a little frightening, but very striking.

He smiles, like slowly spreading red ink.

"Then by all means, you've come to the perfect place for that sort of thing." He raises his own glass to her to take a sip.

"And perhaps you are friendless on the other side of your door, but here, you just may gain an ally or two. They make themselves available, whether you want them or not, I've found," he muses wryly.

[darksister]

"No matter, I will be leaving the system at the next rotation." She says, turning to face him full. She looks him up and down, not bothering to hide it. "Are you the host here?"

It could explain why he's talking to her after all.

[i_am_your_host]

He's used to being looked up and down.

The question amuses him a little.

"Well, I am a host, but not in this establishment. You might say that my habit of striking up conversations carries over."

He takes a drag off his cigarette and tilts his head at her.

"You do realize that even if you leave your current...system, you still may find a door here, no matter where you are?"

[darksister]

Asajj takes a moment to consider his words and hey, there's still a half glass to finish while she does so. The prow is warming her from within and she did get a bonus with the job she just finished, though the fool thought a solo bounty hunter could be taken advantage of. Funny how educating him had proven the key to spark his generosity. All of this means she is actually in somewhat of a good mood.

"I do not believe I understand your meaning. If you mean to threaten me, I would advise against it."

[i_am_your_host]

"Madame, I assure you, I am among the least threatening of things at the end of the universe."

A brief pause filled with a small, benign smile.

"This is Milliways. Have you never been here before?"

[darksister]

"I do not pay much attention to the names of cantinas. All that matters is if they have drink and post bounties."

She doesn't sound much impressed but his mention of the end of universe does have her attention.

[i_am_your_host]

"Ah, well, there are no bounties to be posted or claimed here, but there is endless drink -- also endless is the spectacle of the universe ending, as you can see through the Observation Window."

He gestures toward said window with a light flick of his cigarette-holding hand.

"Now, Madame, perhaps you are wondering how you got here, or perhaps you are not. Either way, the door that you walked through became a portal. Science, magic, a combination of the two, who knows how it works? I certainly don't. But every person that you see in this very cantina including myself entered the same way, from our own respective homes, cities, planets, galaxies, universes. You could say we made it to the end." He smirks.

"Your first drink was on the house, by the way. You may open a tab or pay as you order. You may also order almost anything you wish from this particular Bar, be it liquor, food, clothing, books, or a key for a room upstairs. She is quite accommodating and very intuitive. She knows what you like." Giving her glossy surface an affectionate rub, it seems to glow for a split second. Can wood blush? Or perhaps it was a trick of the light?

"In short, Madame," he says with an incline of his head, "welcome to Milliways."

[darksister]

"Intriguing," she purrs, finishing her drink. She also embraces the Force, just enough to get a sense as to if he is telling the truth. "No bounties?"

This point seems to be important for her right now.

[i_am_your_host]

"Alas, no bounties," he says. "This, I believe, falls under one of three rules here, that there is no outside business. For even if you should see that one of your bounties has found their way here, you are forbidden to claim them -- at least until you are both back on the other side of your door.

"The second rule is that there is no violence, unless you are defending yourself. And the third rule bans nudity and lewd behavior in the bar proper. Violations result in Security staff members issuing either a stern rebuke or time in the cells. Personally I have never had to deal with Security, although I'm surprised they haven't caught me for severely bending the third rule."

[darksister]

Another pause to consider this, then she lowers the hood of her cloak. If no bounties are allowed within here, then she has nothing to worry about. Beneath, she is wearing something that might be called sci fi elf, if the Master of Ceremonies were familiar with late 20th century fashion terms.

"Well, I am sure that must have been quite the display."

[i_am_your_host]

He feels a twinge of accomplishment when she lowers her hood to fully reveal her face. It means that she feels that she doesn't have to hide here. And everyone deserves a safe space, or at least neutral ground, even those who look as fierce as she.

"Perhaps it was. I have recieved no complaints."

He grins and turns to face her more directly.

"Allow me to introduce myself, Madame," he says, and he makes a showman's bow, bending at the waist and righting himself with a small but graceful flourish of his hands. "I am the Master of Ceremonies, but everyone calls me Emcee."

[darksister]

He gets a little quirk of the lips at his bow, gone in a flash but lasting long enough he might have caught it.

"I am called Asajj. What is that you are drinking? It smells intriguing." Which is an interesting thing to say since her two drinks smelled like medicinal alcohol with a touch of cinnamon.

[i_am_your_host]

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Asajj," he says, her name sounding even more exotic with his German accent.

"I am having gin, an Earth drink. Would you care to try a glass? I would gladly sample what you're having as well. We could call it a cultural exchange."

[darksister]

Oddly enough, she likes the way her name sounds with his accent.

"Agreeable. But first, what is an Earth drink?"

[i_am_your_host]

He arches an eyebrow and dips his head.

"Oh, I do apologize -- sometimes I take it for granted that a planet called Earth exists in everyone's realm, when it clearly does not. So, I am from Earth; and I am a human. And I drink gin. A lot."

After draining his glass, he orders a refill, and shot for Asajj.

"Where are you from?"

[darksister]

"I am familiar with humans, though I have never heard of Earth. I am of Dathomir, though I was raised on Rattatak." She says as she raises the glass of gin and smells it. Her nose wrinkles at the unfamiliar drink but she takes a sip.

"A flavorful alcohol. I think I like it. Is it potent?"

[i_am_your_host]

"It is quite potent, especially the more expensive the bottle. However, I've developed a tolerance over the years, and it takes a bit for me to get tipsy on it, but it does the job well in the end."

He takes a sip from his glass.

"Are you aiming to get more than tipsy this evening?"

[darksister]

"Maybe next time. I don't like to lose myself in new places."

[i_am_your_host]

"Very wise of you," he remarks. "Do you often find yourself in new places, then? Perhaps you are a traveler, or...?"

[last_kallig]

At some indefinite point in her canon timeline, there is a Sith watching the newcomer with wary interest.

It just figures that another Sith would show up when she was getting used to this place being free of people who might want her dead. (They're from points in time more than three thousand years apart, but that's not apparent to Ibani at a glance.)

[darksister]

Asajj freezes, pulled from contemplating the death of the universe, when she feels another Force user. Since she is still wanted by the Jedi and certain her old Master wishes her ill will as well, her arms disappear with the cloak, reaching for her sabers, only to be reminded she still had not recovered them. Doesn't mean the other one doesn't know this however.

She turns her head enough to look over her shoulder and scan the room, leaving her arms hidden. She knows of the rules, but her life means more to her than rules.

[last_kallig]

Ibani isn't hard to spot. The armor sticks out, even without the helm on.

Ibani moves one hand in something that might charitably be called a small wave. "I'm not about to risk getting thrown out of one of the few places where no one's likely to stab me in the back for whatever price is on your head." An educated guess, that last bit. The strange Sith acts like someone who knows what it's like to be hunted.

[darksister]

The armor certainly catches her attention. In fact it brings to mind more than intimidation, it brings to mind lessons with her master, her ex-master, and his histories.

"I believe we may have an accord then, as I have no wish to lose such a place, if it exists." Asajj says, turning and slowly removing her hands from her cloak. No armor is revealed in the brief parting of the cloak, nor any bulges that would show through the cloak's fabric.

[last_kallig]

"It's certainly been safer than Korriban and Dromund Kaas so far, not that those are especially high bars to jump."

The names of those planets likely confirms what the armor brought to mind, that this Sith is not of her era by a factor of thousands of years.

"Does the Treaty of Coruscant mean anything to you?" A better way to find out when this Sith is from than asking what the year is, since the Republic is fond of changing the way they reckon such things.

[darksister]

"Ancient history. It ended the Galactic War...well, one of them any way."

[last_kallig]

Ibani smiles wryly. "I suspected as much. Ancient history to you, eleven years ago for me."

"Is there a name I should call you by?"

[darksister]

"So different times as well as different worlds? Interesting."

"Asajj will do. How may I call you?"

[last_kallig]

"I am called Ibani," she replies. She's not going to mention the surname she could theoretically claim. "I am Sith, though I'm quite certain you've guessed that already."

[darksister]

Her lips twitch at a smile.

"I had rather guessed as much. I once thought I was Sith, but I no longer follow that path. I am of Dathomir and that is enough." At least for now.

[last_kallig]

"Then the armor is doing it's job," Ibani replies with a small grin.

"Dathomir? I don't know that planet."

[darksister]

"No matter. It is in the outer rim and not too many know of it."

"I do not like armor myself. Too noisy and too constricting."

[last_kallig]

"Not if it's made properly," Ibani argues. "Admittedly, there are few who know how to make proper armor for a Force Sensitive even in my day."

The art might have been entirely lost by Asajj's era.

[runningred]

Jay has the parts for a child size motorbike spread over the table and is systematically cleaning them. He looks up, watching her watching the Observation Window. "Don't stare too long." He calls, a little teasingly. "It'll make you crazy."

[darksister]

The destruction out the Window reminds her of space battles she has fought, back when she was rightfully feared. Though it is strange to be outside of the eruptions of plasma and not in the middle of them, flying your fighter through the blazing exhaust as the close in for another kill. But such is the past. Of course, there is also a vast difference between Republic cruisers exploding and galaxies.

Remembering that she had been spoken to, the woman shrugs her shoulders gracefully, lifts a hand for a dismissive gesture, and says, "There are many in the galaxy that would already accuse me of such."

[runningred]

Jay chuckles and shrugs. "We're all mad here. Or we won't be here."

[darksister]

"Is it madness that creates this place then? I was told it was magic."

[runningred]

"Not exactly but sane, normal people rarely find their was here and almost never stay for long. You have to be a little crazy to appreciate it."

[darksister]

"This place gets better and better."

[runningred]

"I'm Jay, by the way." He wipes grease off his hand before offering it to her. "I'm kinda the bar's mechanic in residence."

[darksister]

"Asajj," she says, raising an eyebrow at the hand but making no motion to accept it. Sorry Jay, she doesn't do casual touching. "Is there much call for your occupation in a bar?"

[runningred]

"Nice to meet you, Asajj." He drops his hand casually. "On and off. I've built bikes and tech for a few people here, done security upgrades in other worlds." He gestures at the table of parts. "Building some kids bikes for the local scouts to learn on."

[darksister]

"I see no power cores. What sort of bikes are you building?"

And what sort of people do not arm the bikes of their scouts, she wonders. She may have a misconception working here.

[runningred]

The power cores comment gets his attention and makes a few things make more sense. "Internal combustion engines. Kids sized ones for the young ones to learn on.

[buh_bye]

There is a skeletal man sitting at the bar drinking beer with a plate of nachos in front of him.

"You are Asajj Ventress," he said looking over at her, "Welcome."

[darksister]

She turns to the man and studies him for a moment. She tenses, half expecting an attack or a call of guards, but this could be due to the similarities between the man and a certain Republic military commander.

"I do not know you." She states simply.

[buh_bye]

Death is quite comfortable, to be honest. "I know," he said with a slight smile, " We have never met."