The Cantina

With all the different work schedules, species, and independent personnel at the Odessen Base, the Cantina always had a good crowd going at all hours. There were three droids working behind the U-shaped bar, making sure the patrons were well supplied with drinks, a jukebox blaring the same music The Outlander could swear he heard at every cantina he'd ever been to, and over a dozen tables between the bar and the now-vacant main stage. There were also half a dozen rooms off the main floor. One of those had a sabacc game going, another seemed to have a squad of Imperial Navy officers having a wetting-down party for a newly promoted lieutenant, and there seemed to be a minor brawl going in a third - nothing serious, little more than shoving and half-hearted fisticuffs. The others were empty except for abandoned glassware, empty snack bowls, and holodancer displays.

As he walked towards the bar, a blue-haired figure came out of the restrooms and nearly walked into him. "Hey, you big can of Fenti beans, watch where you're going!" she barked, before looking up and recognizing The Outlander. "Oh, hey, Commander. Didn't know you were back. Care for a drink?" Tora didn't treat The Outlander with quite as much disrespect as she seemed to give the rest of the galaxy, probably because he'd kept her from being peeled like an Ojomian Onion by a Weequay gangster on Asylum. She was a member of Koth Vortena's personal crew of deserters and privateers, and despite her foul mouth and hyper-aggressive personality, she was one of the best starship mechanics in the Alliance.

"I'm surprised you're not on the Gravestone with Koth and your friends," the Outlander said, walking with her to the bar and getting a pint of Ebla beer from the tap, while she filled her glass from a flask she took from a hip pocket.

"That damn ship doesn't need me anymore, now that all the repair droids are working again. Stupid alien tech. So now instead of being on the Gravestone, sitting with my thumbs up my ass, I'm here listening to shitty music and drinking Engine Degreaser." She swallowed the mostly-clear, harsh-smelling **** in one gulp without visible effect. "Say, you didn't happen to get your personal hunk of junk shot up by those pirates, did you?" she asked hopefully.