Sirka’ith was alone, as was common between jobs, at the cantina with the strongest drink she could buy, as was common at virtually all times. She did not actually know what it was she was drinking, just that the bartender assured her it was strong. With her body mass, it took more alcohol to have the desired effect than with Humans and other, similarly sized species. This particular cantina looked old, run-down, and with a clientele that, for the most part, seemed just as likely to rob you as look at you. In particular, there was one group of two Twi’leks and two Humans by the bar that kept passing glances in her direction, but they kept their distance for the moment. Overall, the cantina fit quite nicely with the rest of the station. Prior to this job offer, she had not even known the station existed. From what she had looked up about it, the station’s name was Pondut, and it apparently used to be some kind of research station, but beyond that, she had no idea what happened to it. She assumed it had been abandoned at some point, because she highly doubted it still had its original owners.
The booth Sirka was using was the most spacious she could find, but it was still uncomfortably cramped, and her tail was hanging out quite far into the isle. She was used to being too big for basically everything, so it didn’t bother her much, but she still wished she could be back at her regular spot on Nar Shaddaa. She was a regular at a small cantina on the moon, to the point that the owner actually put in a booth specifically for her. It was cheap and tended to fall apart under her weight, but she appreciated the thought. Honestly, she was not even sure why she agreed to come all the way out to this station in the middle of nowhere. The pay seemed far too good to be true, but against her better judgment, she was taking the risk to find out. If they started asking for credits, though, she would be out of there.
Eventually, the group of four that had been eying her stood up all at once and started walking in her direction. Considering the exit was on the other side of the room, she assumed they were not looking to leave. Both of the humans and one Twi’lek were male, and all of them had a certain thuggish look about them. Sirka flicked out her scent tongues to get a sense of the hormones they were putting off, which served to confirm her suspicions. The Twi’lek male in particular was starting to grow more anxious the closer he came, so it did not come as a surprise when he “accidentally” stumbled over her tail and spilled his drink.
Sirka let out a sigh. Cantina brawls could be fun, but she wasn’t in the mood for one at the moment. She just wanted to drink in peace, but these idiots probably were not going to let that happen. Just as she expected, the Twi’lek slammed his empty glass down on her table and put on his best “tough guy” impression.
“Hey, stupid lizard, get that fat tail out of the isle…and get me another drink!” The Twi’lek shouted, his words slightly slurred.
Of course, no matter what kind of a mood she was in, Sirka was not going to put up with such a fool, so she gave a low growl and gave a simple warning: “Leave.” By this point, some of the other cantina patrons had their eyes on her table. She hoped they wanted a show, because she was not backing down.
The booth Sirka was using was the most spacious she could find, but it was still uncomfortably cramped, and her tail was hanging out quite far into the isle. She was used to being too big for basically everything, so it didn’t bother her much, but she still wished she could be back at her regular spot on Nar Shaddaa. She was a regular at a small cantina on the moon, to the point that the owner actually put in a booth specifically for her. It was cheap and tended to fall apart under her weight, but she appreciated the thought. Honestly, she was not even sure why she agreed to come all the way out to this station in the middle of nowhere. The pay seemed far too good to be true, but against her better judgment, she was taking the risk to find out. If they started asking for credits, though, she would be out of there.
Eventually, the group of four that had been eying her stood up all at once and started walking in her direction. Considering the exit was on the other side of the room, she assumed they were not looking to leave. Both of the humans and one Twi’lek were male, and all of them had a certain thuggish look about them. Sirka flicked out her scent tongues to get a sense of the hormones they were putting off, which served to confirm her suspicions. The Twi’lek male in particular was starting to grow more anxious the closer he came, so it did not come as a surprise when he “accidentally” stumbled over her tail and spilled his drink.
Sirka let out a sigh. Cantina brawls could be fun, but she wasn’t in the mood for one at the moment. She just wanted to drink in peace, but these idiots probably were not going to let that happen. Just as she expected, the Twi’lek slammed his empty glass down on her table and put on his best “tough guy” impression.
“Hey, stupid lizard, get that fat tail out of the isle…and get me another drink!” The Twi’lek shouted, his words slightly slurred.
Of course, no matter what kind of a mood she was in, Sirka was not going to put up with such a fool, so she gave a low growl and gave a simple warning: “Leave.” By this point, some of the other cantina patrons had their eyes on her table. She hoped they wanted a show, because she was not backing down.