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Shrugs and motions to the seat, not really caring who it is at this point.  Her uniform was wrinkled and there was some blood on her knuckles where some drunk had tried to hit on her.  She wasn't that strong, but knowing where to hit him certainly proved advantageous.

A quick three hit strike, hitting him in the nose, groin, and then solar plexus had sent the man tumbling back onto a table, where the overwhelming pain and alcohol combined to put him down and keep him down.  The other patrons had left her alone, and now certainly weren't about to try anything.

She looks up and notices the Corporel, but her mind is a little sloshed so she doesn't exactly recognize the rank.  She just takes another shot and lets the now dull taste and burn just keep her warm, despite the heat that threatened to bake everything inside and boil everything outside.
 
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FM/CRW Linda_Irris/Sting6 (2-2)/Wing2/ISD-II Devastator/Offensive/VEN/VE

The place was about half full, mostly with drunks that were slowly being drug outside by the old protocol droid that needed them out of the way in order to work.  There were no ventillators, which kept the place baking right about 120 F (almost 50 C).

She yawned, and lay her head down on the bar, the alcohol working it's way to her brain and making her drowsy.
 
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FM/LCR Linda_Irris/Sting6 (2-2)/Wing2/ISD-II Devastator/OFF/VEN/VE

He was sitting round a table next to her, and he wondered, what´s her story? With this question in mind he walked up to her, and asked if he could offer her a drink, figuring he had nothing to lose. Then he popped the question. Looked like she was not going to answer that one yet. He sat down, thinking he may as well keep her company. He was looking at her and saw that she had some blood over her uniform. Then he looked around to see if there was a victim lying on the ground. Then he saw the man lying on the floor near the door. Man, did she know how to fight. Looking at where the huge man, probably twice her size, was clutching his hands, it came to him that the man was in horrible pain right now, as the fact he wouldn´t be havig any kids anymore. He couldn´t do anything else but giggle like a little school girl as he watched the man´s facial expressions, then observing his nose. Man, that woman can really punch. Looks like she broke his nose, which by this time was as blue as bacta. Then he looked back the the young woman who still didn´t answered his question.
 
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he looks at the little droid as she picks up the little rank cilinder. Before he has the chance to congratulate her with her new rank she falls over the counter again. And then he thinks: man, has she really got it. Then the idea pops up in his head that he should bring her back to the ship, as she's part of the same squadron. After thinking this plan would be a little flawed, he looks at her and thinks: she really doesn't look too wel. Better get her to see the ships doctor while we're at it. After going over that plan a few times, he decides that the attack is the best defence and goes for it. He picks her up, throws her over his shoulder, picks up his and hers jacket and leaves the bar. After walking out the door, he freezes for a second, he still needs getting used to the fact that the rain is pouring down but it's still boiling hot too. He runs to his confiscated x-wing (which he took from a rebel commander during a raid on one of their bases in order to avenge the attack on one of their naval academies), still clingin her to his shoulder. He opens the cockpit, puts her in the passenger seat, starts up the engine and flies off. As they enter space, he hears a moan and when he looks over his shoulder, he sees a female Leading Crewman that has a hangover from here to Kashyyk.
 
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(A trainer might)


when she's picked up, she is confused for a while, before pulling out her blaster, setting it to stun and firing it at Adar's exposed back.
 
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FM/LCR Linda_Irris/Sting6 (2-2)/Wing2/ISD-II Devastator/OFF/VEN/VE

He wakes up with a terrible headache (OOC true story by the way, i have one too) and looks around. He's still in his x-wing but he's been docked already. Looking at the time, he realises he's been knocked out for out least three hours. Damn, late for my shift. He jumps out of the cockpit, and then the headache came back. Very slow, almost in a drunken way he forced his feet to walk to the doctor. The doctor examined him and told him to keep it easy for a few days, might be a migraine. After hearing this he went to his quarters and went to sleep.
 
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Her and the crazy person who decided to try and frisk her away end up on the floor, and she slowly gets up, leaning on the barstool, her pistol still in hand.  She kicks the boy's body, then finishes standing up.
 
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FM/SCR Linda_Irris/Kaph 10 (3-2)/Phoenix Wing/SSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)

Walked into the dark cantina after his patrol shift was over Rahhu had already removed his helmet. His E-11 Carbine in hand looked for a place to sit and found a small table with a few chairs around it and sat down. Rahhu had been on patrols since the sun broke the horizon and it was now mid-afternoon. A protocol droid had gotten him a drink, he walked in not noticing any of the blasters at hand. Rahhu didn't much care since he was burned out from his long shifts so he just sat and drank while watching everyone from his table.

He noticed a couple people from the Navy and a higher ranking officer from the Army. He gave them a slight nod and leaned back in his chair to relax for a bit. He didn't hesistate to set his carbine on the table as he did so since he had seen other Imperials in the bar.