RP 13 - I was drunk in a bar...

Sera shoves her hands into her pockets, brooding as she walks back into Keldabe.

Stupid Xol. I knew he would not understand. He was right there when we got the messages from the Sages and then Darth Rivan told us about the staff. And he stood right there and watched IMP-6's about Lara.

Is he blind or just does not want to make the connections?

Sera sighs. Desperate to quiet the thoughts in her head she looks around. A sign above her head looks familiar. "Bartering Acceptable. No strills allowed inside." she reads.

Pushing open the door she steps into an almost forgotten world. If it weren't for the armored Mandalorians, the holonet transceiver in the corner, and a holo projector showing some type of sporting match... Sera could swear it would be a an ancient tavern. With a pot and cooking fire in the center of the room.

Finding a dark booth, she sits down and orders a local brew. The glass of nearly black sticky liquid with a tan foam arrives from a skeptical looking man. "This anything like Tarisian ale?" Sera asks skeptically wondering if the Mandalorian's put motor oil in a glass.

The man lifts an eye brow. "Drinking is a recreation here. This is Ne'tra gal. Goes down smooth and fills ya like a loaf of bread. You want something that strong to knock yourself out, I can hit ya with a stun bolt. " His derision is capped with a glob of spit on the floor.

Sera raises her glass and sips the the concoction. Not bad. So Mandalorian's can fight and make a good ale. Interesting skill sets.

She sits there pouring over her thoughts and pouring more ale into her stomach. Soon five empty glasses sit on the table and sixth half-full recruit is next to her hand. Sera reflects about trying Tarisian ale in the cargo hold of her parents ship at age nine. The crew let her take a sip of it and that had been enough to knock her out and give her a hangover the next day. Part of her training regiment as an Emperor's Hand was to build her tolerances to common poisons, drugs, and other things used to incapacitate people. Even without the Force regimens she'd learned to neutralize things like alcohol, she could probably drink almost any other human under the table.

Still, the Ne'tra gal was slowly catching up to her. Sighing, she takes another sip. One more after this I'll get cab or call Xol to come get me.

As she stupefies herself, the door opens and two figures walk in both wearing Mandalorian armor. One appears human-sized, the other is about a third of the other's height. The taller is wearing black armor with some gold accents. The shorter one is wearing dark green and brown-gold armor with leather straps and bone trinkets hanging from it.

The two walk over to the crowd watching the sports match and greet a few people. As Sera watches, the taller looks right at her and kind of cocks his head to the side. With a little horror she realizes that they are now walking her direction. Both slide into the opposite side of the booth.

A slightly gravelly processed voice comes from the one in black. "So what brings you back to the Oyu'baat, girl? Shysa hasn't arranged any details yet."

Sera casts her eyes at the table. "I think you have me confused with someone else."

The little one in green pulls of its helmet revealing a rather cute fuzzy head and two tiny ears perched a top her head. It's almost an effort for Sera to not coo at the thing, but seeing some of the fetishes across the armor changes her mind. Human teeth, bones and what looks like a braided scalp adorn the metal and jumpsuit. The creature sniffs quickly three times and looks at its companion. In a slightly high-pitched and halting basic it says, "She smell different from Xol's girl. Similar, but different. Family same, not person. Like you and others."

Blinking in surprise Sera looks at the other Mandalorian. He nods at the creature and removes his helmet. Sera's shock grows even more as she recognizes a Fett clone, but a young one. Despite the slightly longer hair and a beard, it is most definitely a clone

"You... You're... You're a..." she manages to stammer.

The clone raises an eyebrow and slides back in his seat. "Let's not start throwing around the 'C' word, girlie. While the circumstances of my birth differ from the majority of people in the galaxy, I'm just like any other person here. So you're not the girl from the other day, the one dying to meet the Mand'alor, but you look exactly like her."

The small creature gives the clone a small jab to the ribs. Then gestures to its own face. "Eyes different too. Green, not blue."

He gives a grimace. "Fine, barring the eyes they look nearly identical. Not a big fan of coincidences, so let's get right down to it. Some girl comes to Mandalore looking for our leader, dragging along previous associates of mine. Claims she knows things about a problem. Then I find you, who recognizes me as a clone within seconds of seeing my face. Given its been seven years since the war, most people who ever saw one have kinda forgotten about us. Unless... you have seen a few lately. Only people I know who still have some of us in large supply are the Empire. You want to tell us who you really are and what you are after?"

Sera lets out a snort of derision. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Jusht shay I'm lying." Her thoughts just replay the last sentence. Did I just slur my words? That stuff is more potent then they let on.

"Not really. Teek, here, is member of an amazing species. Very perceptive bunch if she is any indication. Fierce and brave too, real Mandokarla. But she can smell if you are lying... subtle shifts in your body are plain as day. Now, I know you will tell me the truth or Persuader will have to say 'hello'. " The sound of a mechanical action under the table draws her attention to a micro grenade launcher aimed at her stomach.

Mentally she does nothing but curse herself. Rule 1: Always watch a suspect's hands. The minute you stop watching their hands is when the pull the vibroblade on you.

"You ever hear you get more fliesh with shugar than... than that bitter shtuff?" Sera responds, her anger building.

"Believe me, this IS asking nicely. I could throw a 'please' on top if you want, but there is still gonna be a grenade launcher here."

Sera begins to laugh. "Pull the trigger. Kill me. Do me that favor now. Won't have to do the shtupid ritual, everyone diesh later anyway. Think thish would be lessh painful than what Jopal would do to me."

Teek looks at her companion and shakes her head. The man pulls back the weapon and places it against his shoulder. "Teek says you aren't lying about that... I've heard a lot of people bluff with more convincing words than those, but you are serious here."

Sera nods. "Told you. Shtupid Xol and shtupid othersh, no clue what I'm dealing with."

The girl drains her glass and signals for another. The barkeep glances at the empties and places a new one down. He looks to the man, who signals for something.

The man turns back to Sera. "You need to ease up on those things. You go in on an empty stomach and they will mess you up quickly enough. My name is Draigo and you girlie have gotten me curious."

The barkeep comes back with three bowls of a delicious looking stew, a glass of water, and some type of blue syrupy liquid in a pouch. The stew goes down in front of everyone with Dragio getting the water and Teek getting the blue stuff. Sera eyes the stew hungrily, but with suspicion.

Draigo laughs, gesturing a thumb to the cooking fire where a big cauldron sits. "Came out of the same pot. Everyone's here did. Eat up, it'll take the edge off. Now tell me, what is it that Xol can't seem to help you with?"