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EchoWolffVara 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.
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.