Post by Starholdt on Jun 27, 2010 23:09:48 GMT -5
The rugged, old transport ship touched down in one of the vast number of ports that dotted Mos Eisley. The main exit ramp opened with a hiss, slamming into the dust and dirt ridden metal flooring. Jawas working for the dockmaster rushed up the ramp to quickly unload the cargo as the Rodian, the apparent pilot, and a cloaked figure strolled down it. The dockmaster watched with interest as the cloaked man handed the alien a credit chip, and with a bow, turned on his heel and made his way towards the nearest exit. With a shrug, the dockmaster turned to a slaking jawa and scurried him up the ramp.
Ötzi made his way out into the streets. He'd never seen such a deserted wastland as Tatooine. Nar Shaddaa was a city planet, and he never left the cities of Nal Hutta. He took in the sights and brushed off his nervousness as a simple culture shock. Still, his hand inside the cloak wrapped loosely around his lightsaber.
Making his way into what he guessed was a Cantina ( three drunken Bothans stumbled out into the street full of laughter and incoherant speech), he decided to take his first step into a whole different world. Stepping through the beads that counted as a make-shift door when the Cantina was in business, Ötzi was relieved to find it very similar to Nar Shaddaa Cantinas. Of course here everything, including the patrons and tables, were covered in dust and sand. Making his way to the bar in the center of the establishment that was shaped into a huge circle with the processors in the middle, he took a seat on the far side where there was less people.
A bartender, a female Twi'lek, approached.
A drink for you, sir?
Ötzi nodded.
Anything will work.
With a nod, the Bartender turned and began mixing several liquids. She turned back and placed it in front of the cloaked human.
Shall I start a tab?
With a nod, he grabbed at the cup and gave it a sniff before sampling it.
Ötzi made his way out into the streets. He'd never seen such a deserted wastland as Tatooine. Nar Shaddaa was a city planet, and he never left the cities of Nal Hutta. He took in the sights and brushed off his nervousness as a simple culture shock. Still, his hand inside the cloak wrapped loosely around his lightsaber.
Making his way into what he guessed was a Cantina ( three drunken Bothans stumbled out into the street full of laughter and incoherant speech), he decided to take his first step into a whole different world. Stepping through the beads that counted as a make-shift door when the Cantina was in business, Ötzi was relieved to find it very similar to Nar Shaddaa Cantinas. Of course here everything, including the patrons and tables, were covered in dust and sand. Making his way to the bar in the center of the establishment that was shaped into a huge circle with the processors in the middle, he took a seat on the far side where there was less people.
A bartender, a female Twi'lek, approached.
A drink for you, sir?
Ötzi nodded.
Anything will work.
With a nod, the Bartender turned and began mixing several liquids. She turned back and placed it in front of the cloaked human.
Shall I start a tab?
With a nod, he grabbed at the cup and gave it a sniff before sampling it.
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