Post by Vesper on Feb 16, 2021 21:25:39 GMT -5
Kenobi’s
It was a dark and stormy night, the sleeting rain cut like a lightsaber through the tarps outside the semi durasteel, semi stuccoed building that resided in the marketplace district of Ossus. Tubes, cables and pipes wound about wildly in random directions connecting the building to various functioning needs. High above the entrance a golden holo sign flashed brilliantly in unison with the lightning that tore through the sky. A low distant growl emanated from within the dark and low hanging clouds distracting those that looked up at the word “Kenobi’s” in crisp, neon Aurebesh; just below on the same holo band Kenobi’s blinked in Basic. Deep within the inner heart of the building, a dim and seedy environment to some, was a rounded bar, from its center a large pillar that blossomed into an overhang with more holo bars rotating like a glimmering crown. A few sections flickered as if the technology was on its last leg, yet it still projected the information of the current winnings of sports and gambling games. Spread around the bar were numerous round tables and hard booths, some tables topped with Dejarik, and an even larger table towards the far right depths of the cantina that hosted fresh rounds of Sabacc, hosted by a refurbished PROXY droid. The metal was rusted like the metal and a busted out podracer engine, the paint peeling and cracking in certain places. The bot had seen its days. The table itself was given life with the dull, bending, crusted playing cards that appeared to have been around since the cantina’s grand opening. The smell within, was a mix of strong alcohol, mixed with the scent of sweat and local delicacies that appeased to a number of different palates.
The privies were to the deep left, a long hallway leading to the kitchen, the delivery door, and the basement. A drunken player of Sabacc would find themselves wandering the even darker row taking note of the chipped, yet ornate golden frame of the late Jedi Master, General and namesake of the establishment cockeyed and hanging sloppy upon the wall. On the opposite wall just behind the shoulder of a large, burly man was a sign that read in both Basic and Aurebesh, an old sign by the looks of it, yet it checked out:
The Rules
The first rule of Kenobi’s is: You do not talk about Kenobi’s.
The second rule of Kenobi’s is: You DO NOT talk about Kenobi’s!
No "Shaven" Wookiees or Ewoks allowed, as they cause too much trouble.
Whomever destroys the Cantina shall pay for a new one
To lay a finger on the "Jawa Juicer" is to bring about your own demise.
Never challenge a statement spoken by the maker, or you will be banned from the cantina for three and a half minutes.
DO NOT GO NEAR THE BASEMENT!!!
You don’t know the power of the dark Side, at least, not ‘til you’ve had thirty-five reactor cores.
The man that blocked the sign in the current moment, was withdrawn and distant in his gaze; grimy sleeves rolled to his elbows, arms crossed about his stout chest. One arm mechanical and holding the tales of a bygone time. And a tale to tell he did. Yet he watched in earnest as the Mirilian female went about tending the various species and humanoids that entered the cantina. She seemed happy, yet he truly wondered if she was. Their history was a rather long one. Some would have called him her hero, yet he felt as if he had just done his duty. She was only an infant. As her father figure he wondered if he had made all the right choices, they had traveled far, rarely stopping for long periods of time in one particular place or another. This all may have been very true, but he was proud of her nonetheless. She caught him watching and flashed a small smile in his direction, yet it was the loud grunting and clicking coming from the Sabacc table. Despite the calm PROXY attempting to diffuse the situation the clicks and clucks grew louder, not many would understand, yet the man against the wall heard it as clear as basic, ‘SHAVIT ALL WINDTIDE!!! YOUR DROID IS A HUNK OF JUNK!’ There was another round of expletives and a couple upturned drinks as the man known as Wes Windtide made his way over to the table to calm the regular down.
As the situation was diffused and the patrons returned to their drinks an AI went about and cleared the tables, refilled beverages, and chatted up the customers. Her skin was nearly iridescent, her silver markers intricate and what should have been her hair was slicked back as stiff as a board. Her violet eyes glimmered in the dim lighting and the small shard of what appeared to be a crystal peeked from beneath her metal panel above her ear. Shandria Kallos, the woman at the bar called out, “Solari! 7 needs change!” Solari was on the command and as she made her way she passed the door as a stranger came in from the stormy weather beyond their sanctuary. She spoke in a pleasantly cheery tone.
“Welcome to Kenobi’s!”
~*~
A holo bot appears and pulls up the staff and their images:
Wes Windtide
Shandria Kallos
Solari
