Blue Heaven: An asteroid outpost, once thriving as a mining town, now tapped out and dry. Leaving only the unfortunate enough to miss the last freighter off this rock; turning this place into a slimy den of low-end crime. People only driven to do what they do to survive out here on the fringe colonies. The frontier mining town used to have everything a spacer would need; but when the ore dried up, so did the shipping lanes. Now everything sold was old scavenged equipment from the mines, or still had blood spatters on it from Spacers out in the wild. The general store became more of a generally empty store. The doctor had hightailed it out on the last freighter, and the pharmacist turned shiner; running the still for the bar.

Power was available, but scarce. Dim, old, neon lights offering most of the illumination out on the streets. Their colors flashing and blinking a spectrographic display of lights, buzzing and humming quietly in the empty streets. The only set of lights that didn't flicker or waver belonged to the bar. Heaven's Blues is what read in the elaborate cursive tubing that pulsed a bright and vivid baby blue color. Inside was a typical crowd. People drowning their sorrows, surely and burly merc's sharing war stories; and of course, others trying to find a crew to get the hell off this rock.

Sitting at a table that was a little too big for him; was a small bipedal feline. Orange and white in color with vivid tritium green eyes. His eyes almost holding their own neon glow in the darkness. He was wearing a red leather Bomber jacket which had a bit of bulk to it; even possibly having a plate-carrier stitched in the back. Black pants which were baggy around the waist, seat, and thighs; but would tighten up and cling to his ankles. The pants giving the illusion of feeding right into his boots which were of the same shade of black. A revolver-style pistol was nestled in a holster on his hip, while an egg painted with in tan colored camouflage clung to his back through what seemed to be a magnetic attachment point. He was standing on the seat, leaning against the table as his bright eyes searched around for any viable candidates.

There was a small group of empty bottles piling up in front of him as yet another beer was being sucked down. Emptied, it found itself sliding into the others with a sharp and crisp clink of glass as the ginger tom then let a belch rip. No other patron bothered to look his way, as just like him, they had been here for hours. The only difference being the regulars were looking to wash away their woes, where as this 3' 4" tall feline was looking for a way out of here. He had a ship, all he needed was a crew now. Operating a craft like his with a skeleton crew of 1 was a terribly bad idea.

Vara had ended up barely making it to the outpost a few days before. The ship she'd had was old and barely working when she'd... acquired it. Being all but banished from her tribe and people on her home planet she had to get out fast so snagging the ship and racing way had been her only option. Landing on the outpost the ship had simply died. The tabaxi had attempted to fix it but the parts needed were not going to be found on the low life crime filled post.

Vara was a bipedal feline, her fur blue and white and her eyes a lovely violet color. It made her look exotic to humans though her coloring wasn't at all uncommon on her home world. When human's had found it and attempted to take tabaxi's as pets it had caused quite a fuss but also advanced the tabaxi's culture quickly. They went from handmade, simple weaponry to blasters and ships. They had learned and adapted quickly. Making the humans and other alien's realize they weren't just something to be taken as pets. Not that some didn't still try but it was mostly accepted that they were beings to trade with.

She had been banished for not supporting a civil war between her kind after just having fought off the poachers and making themselves seen as respectable beings in the galaxy. A civil war now wouldn't do them any good. It was seen as disrespectful and her tribe had cast her out and other tribes refused to take her in. It was why she'd set out on her own. Now she was stuck on some rock with limited credits and no way off. Heading to the bar she pushed the door open and took a look around in the dim room. Her feline eyes having no trouble picking up on the figures there. Mostly humans and other alien's that she didn't know the names of. When her eyes landed on the ginger tom though she paused.

He wasn't her kind she was sure but likely a cousin of sorts. Still she was genuinely surprised to see someone like her here. There was the slightest hesitation before she shook her head and walked to the bar. The blue molly was dressed in what had once been her military battle uniform. Black pants that hugged her body with armor that covered the the tops of her boots and shins to her knees. There was a thigh holster with a pistol in it. There was some armor that covered the base of her tail. The shirt was a matching black with chest and back armor that was a gray and brown like the armor on her legs. Her shoulders, forearms and tops of her hands also having armor and around her neck where a helmet would clearly attach though she wasn't wearing. It was her piloting armor that she'd been wearing when fleeing her planet. She had some other clothing but she felt safer having her armor on in the unknown place with so many beings towering over her. Standing at 3'6 with her boots on she wasn't hard to be towered over.

Not that she wasn't used to it but she was not in her element here and was not going to take chances. Going to the bar she climbed onto a stool and ordered a beer with a heavy accent. Once she got the bottle the tabaxi sat on the stool and turned to look out towards the room. The ginger tom not being stared at but she kept him in her peripheral vision. Having so recently been cast from her people there was an urge to join him but in the same breath she wanted to keep her distance as she did not know if he'd be accepting of her and having a fight in the bar hardly seemed like a good idea.