[Day 1 - EN] Vode An

[Eight]

Aphr nodded thoughtfully, trying to work out what she would say to Xierreau. A brief look of annoyance crossed her face, but it was gone soon after.

Why can't I decide my own life for once?

"I'll accept any trouble onto my shoulders, as it's my fault" she finally said "do you want to go back in? Or head back to the ship."

Eight would have answered the question if he heard it with his usual cold demeanor.

"I'm heading back in. Working out some contacts with the Mandalorians still."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"So we have an understanding. Good. So far I have had only good experience with working with Mandalorians." She finished her drink. "Enjoy the party." She then pointed to a pretty blonde mingling with the Vizslas. "Pass your contact information to her if you may. Her name is Genevieve Wren."

[Craw Toboga]

Craw watched the sith leave. He turned back to the bottle on the bar, grabbed it and drank what remained. After a moment of contemplation, he got up and left the bottle on the bar. Walking was harder than he remembered, so it took him a bit to steady himself before he could walk properly. But once his balance was restored he made his way to the mandalorian the sith had pointed out.
He cleared his throat to get her attention. "Su cuy'gar, you're Genevieve?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Burc'yase call me Gunnie. But you're not one yet, apparently." She didn't smile. Her expression was on the grumpier side, spoiling her natural prettiness. "I saw you speak with my Sith. So you're the one she wanted to hire?"

[Craw Toboga]

Craw scratched the back of his head. "Yeah. She calls and I come running, that's the deal I suppose."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"A complainer? Don't worry about being pushed around. She like doing most things herself." Gunnie patted controls on his armour and introduced a number. "Call our ship if you need to contact her before the contacts you."

[Craw Toboga]

Craw shook his head. "Naw I ain't complaining. Just saying how it is. Ain't got no problems with it." Craw took the number and inspected it. He grabbed a napkin from a nearby table and scribbled his comm number on it, before handing it to Gunnie. "Sure, here's mine. She asked me to hand it to you, although I probably would have done that anyway." Craw winks.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"You're too old, too scruffy and too confused for me to even think of taking your number for anything else that business." She frowned, stowing it away. "But then, keep trying." She patted his arm and started to turn.

[Craw Toboga]

Craw lets her turn, and stands there flabbergasted for a moment, before turning away and making his way to the exit.
"Fuck... I ain't old..."

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr would leave quietly soon after, stealing once last glance at the pink Twi'lek before she did. Gunnie would stay for a while to drink, joke and sing with other Vizslas, until she would leave too.

Moyr didn't return to the ship like her gunner. She ventured into the lower levels of the megacity, guided by restlessness of what had just occurred. She felt she needed to think, process it, but emotions were muddling it all. She felt very angry, and very lonely until she reached out into the Force, he only true home, and recited the Code.

"Passion gives me Strength..."

/exit

[Aphr Ahaya]

Eight would have answered the question if he heard it with his usual cold demeanor.

"I'm heading back in. Working out some contacts with the Mandalorians still."

"I see" Aphr nodded "I can join you if you wish."

[Eight]

Eight shook his head, his optics turning towards the threat of the red Twi'lek occasionally. "Nah, try to enjoy yourself. I have to get back."

Eight moved away from Aphr and back towards the group of Mandalorians he'd been with. "Feh, Force users." He muttered to them once he finally got back. "Where were we?"

[Aphr Ahaya]

"Good luck" she said after the droid. Deciding she had enough of parties for the night, and still having a nasty headache from the attack, she returned back to the ship.

/exit