Inside the Cantina (Have a drink - enjoy the music!)

Here is a drink to the 2000th post!

Ah Torgal sir, whats your poison?

Now that I think of it I don't know what it is exactly! So, I should better use the Automixer before drinking it!

Anyway... want some?

If your paying boss i'm in!

Well, they won't let me pay around here anyway...

Here, have a drink on me!

The same second, the bartender quickly stepped away form Hrimskegg's table and looked with fear at the High Vigo...

He was calmly drinking a blue drink that him self had served him a moment ago!


After finishing he smiled and talked a little louder as if Hrimskegg didn't hear him before "come closer... let me buy you your drink!"

"Excuse me one moment, Hrimskegg"

The High Vigo turned to one of the employees on the pazaak table behind him "do you see that man?.." He whispered something to his ear. Then the Employee stood up and whent close to Mater Rex.

"You must be the other new recruit, if I'm not mistaken" he said "I was also asked to inform you that this cantina is property of the Galactic Trade Commission; and also... "He" wants to meet you in person!"

"To both of you" he said, and drank a little more of his liquor and continue. "Though I know lots about you two, I sometimes meet some of our new recruits in person; for reasons of my own..."

"So, what do you think of our Cantina?" he then continued

It was really rare of him to speak that much. Most of the times he just was ordering with a single word or a simple phrase... But they didn't knew that yet!


((You don't yet know my name in-character, so when speak of me on the third person you must use an alternative... for now! - My explanation of me knowing yours is simple: I've read your files! - the sentence "I've read your file gives on my nerves... That wasn't my attention if the same happened to you!))

He ordered one more drink -same as his- for Hrimskegg and it was obvious that Master Rex wasn't going to pay for his either. He looked at them...

"That big door over there, beside the bar, leads to the Arena. Does either one of you wrestle.....?"

While he was talking another Employee approached him with hast and whispered something to his ear. The high Vigo stood up "I must leave..." he said and left.


Right after the a waiter-droid came to their table and looked at Master Rex "this message is from one of your superiors" it said and gave him a note.

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You must go to the training office where you shall be given your mission by another droid
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Few minutes later a waiter-droid came to the table again, took the glasses of the two that had left and pooled out a tube out of its right arm "the previous drinks were on the High Vigo's bill..."

The droid stopped for a moment and talked to its self "But, my programming specifies that "he" doesn't have to pay anyway!" It seemed to be calculating...

"Would you like some more?" said in the end and pointed the tube towards his glass "you'll be charged for this refilling."

A droid-waiter passed by them "would you care for a drink... or refilling?" it asked with it's metallic voice. It started swiping with it's buck hands everything behind it that needed cleaning and then continued "... or maybe informations about the entertainment here..?"

"Yes sir, entertainment!" the droid pointed towards the left side of the cantina* "on that corner are located all the pazaak tables were you can play as individual player or participate on the tournaments taking place here"

It then showed with it's hand towards the right side of the cantina* "there, as you can see, is where the music is played. You can also watch there, over those randomly-build bridges-like platforms our twilek dancers doing their semi-naked show!

"In the middle we have the bar from where you can take a drink, or just talnk with our bartender."

"On the far back wall, behind the bar, on the left side* you can see all the swoop racing screens and computers from where you can place your bets... and beside that, on that droid receptionist is where you go and talk too for joining the races"

"The last place of entertainment" said the droid-waiter in the end "is the Arena! to go there you just follow that hallway that's in the far back and right of the Cantina*"

. . . . .

The droid started now talking in a regretful way -that's what its programming ordered it to do at a case like this- "I'm afraid that all the blue milk I had stored inside me is finished and you'll have to wait a little while longer for me to refill it..." it's tone then changed "I have other drinks still with me if you would like though!"


(* All directions are as someone would see everything while entering from the main entrance!)

From a shadowy corner, Bounty Hunter Typho Raame was watching Nar and Rex. He was wearing his black Stealth armour and its matching helmet. His amplified hearing from inside his heavily-modified helmet picked up every word they said. Hearing the Kel Dor's last statement, the Hunter got up out of his slouched, inconspicuous position and moved over to them. Typho looked at Nar and from inside the helmet, he sneered.
"Subtle? What's the point of subtle revenge? You want it to be as big as you can get, to show people you aren't to be messed with. Subtle my bounty hunting arse. Sure, be subtle when you hunt prey, but if you're getting back at someone, make sure everyone is around when it happens and sees it."
The Hunter turned to Rex for a second and viewed the other Bounty Hunter. "You look like crap, mate. Big headache, eh?"

The big Bounty Hunter sat down at the table and beckoned one of the serving droids over.
"Oi, clanker, get me a hit of Corellian ale, and leave the bottle with me."
The droid went over to the bartender, and a moments later, returned, carrying a large glass filled with purple liquid and placed it and the bottle on the table. Typho shoved the droid away roughly and turned back to Rex.
"Ahh, not bad, my friend. Still, I'm getting impatient being cramped up in here. I want to go out and hunt some bounty already."

Typho shook his head for a moment.
"Two things. First, I haven't even finished my drink yet. Second, you're at an unadvantage with that headache of yours, so I can't knock you up too bad. Unfortunate as it is."

Typho let out a rare laugh. He threw his head back and downed the rest of his glass. He nodded his head appreciatively and filled another glass.
"Man, they know how to make Corellian ale here. Remember, mate, I'm only half Mando. And this is my relaxing time. Besides, I wouldn't want to have to pummel you about. Gotta go easy on poor Rex."

Typho grinned and patted his blaster pistols.
"Well, I'm sure I could deliver a good punch or two on you for starters. I prefer to use weaponry and my armour to my advantage. But of course, all Mandos, half or full, are always taught how to fight with their hands. This is my time to get drunk though, so no fights right now. Maybe later... When you don't have such a big headache."
Typho grinned once again.

Typho leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the table, whislt taking swigs from his glass.
"I don't know, man. I was thinking of just laying back here. Maybe playing some Pazaak. Watching the dancers. I'd much rather be out on a mission. Being cooped up here ain't my idea of fun. The hunt is."

Typho cocked his head thoughtfully then nodded.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe you're right. Still, if the bosses need anything done, we'll be right there in the middle of it. No other organisation will ever get the better of us, we're just too damn good."
Typho then called over another droid and demanded to get another bottle of Corellian ale.
"And keep 'em coming. I don't want to ever taste anything but Corellian ale in my mouth! Stupid droid."
The droid hurried off to get his drinks.

"Young? I'll show you who's young."
Typho sighed and nodded his head.
"I don't have much of a choice, do I? Unless..."
He suddenly glanced at Rex and then pointed his head at Raist.
"You know, Rex, we could always drag his boy's arse into the arena and show him a thing or two, eh? Show him how the Mandalorians fight. Still, wouldn't want to hurt his feeble bones."

Typho shrugged slightly.
"I meant as more of a fun thing, but I'm sure we could handle him easily. Still, I'd rather have a challenge... like you."

Typho grunted, got up out of his seat, and stretched. He did a few experimental punches and kicks in the air. After a moment he looked over at Raistlin.
"Alright, Red Vigo, you've got your fight. Who shall attack first, big man?"

Typho removed his weapons and armour, revealing a black jumpsuit. He moved into a combat stance, with his left leg back and right right one forward. He curled his hands up into fists and brought them level to his face.
"Come on, Rexy. Time for a little fun."