Faith had heard the rumors and seen the holos, but none of them did Coruscant any justice.Disclaimer:
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Faith had heard the rumors and seen the holos, but none of them did Coruscant any justice. The planet-wide city, on the surface at least, was the glittering gem at the heart of the New Republic and the galaxy. Even with the massive reconstruction effort underway after the attack from the reborn Emperor, it was still glittered brightly and loudly. Underneath, Faith was sure there was a steamy underbelly that would put a combination of the worst Boston and LA had to offer to shame, but that wasn’t her worry now. She was here to soak up some culture before hightailing it to some distant to start training as a Jedi.
And if culture happened to be a bar frequented by New Republic military while on leave and arm wrestling a few of them for drinks, it was all good with her.
“Looks like you owe me another drink!” she crowed, slamming her opponent's hand down on the table.
“Pay up, Face,” his girlfriend said, laughing as he winced and rubbed his shoulder. “You should know better than to challenge strange women in bars to arm wrestling matches.” A Twi’lek, her le’kus twitched playfully as she watched the scene.
“I’m not going to get any sympathy from you, am I?” Garrik “The Face” Loran groaned, standing up and giving her a kiss on the cheek. He walked towards the bar, leaving the two women laughing.
“What’s so funny?” a new voice asked. Faith turned around to see her hosts walking over hand in hand.
“Faith just kicked Face’s ass, despite ample
warning from you two not to do so,” Dia explained, her pointy teeth flashing in a wide grin. “So now he’s got a sore shoulder for his troubles.”
“Poor baby,” Tyria Tainer said without any sympathy, sitting down across from them before being joined by her husband, Kell.
Even with the moviestar looks of Face, Kell and Tyria made a good looking pair. Tall, with dark hair and blue eyes, Kell was easy on the eyes and had people sighing after him left and right. But he only had eyes for Tyria, who wasn’t so bad looking herself, with long blonde hair and green eyes.
Skywalker had tracked down the pair and introduced them to Faith when they arrived, right before he took off to look for his wayward brother-in-law. Tyria was Force-sensitive, and Skywalker thought it would to have somebody who understood some of what Faith was going through to host her. The couple, who worked for New Republic Intelligence, were pretty chill, even if they did act like two teenagers in love. Fortunately, their fellow Wraith Squadron members were the right amount of crazy awesome to make up for it. Didn’t keep Faith from scoring free drinks off of them, though.
Face returned, drinks in hand, and a new victim for Faith, a man in his early thirties with a round face and short brown hair. “Wes, I’d like you to meet Faith. Faith, this here is our former XO from when we were just a lowly fighter unit, the galaxy-famous Wes Janson.”
“’Sup?” Faith asked, taking her drink from Face and looking Janson over top to bottom. “You good for a go?”
He gave her a good natured smirk and sat down across from her. “I’m good for more than a go. What are the stakes?”
“Oh, tough guy. I like it.” Faith returned his smirk and held up her arm. “Loser buys drinks. For everybody.”
“I’ve got a better idea. Loser gets to tell their most embarrassing story.”
“Deal,” Faith said without hesitation. From the looks the Tainers, Face, and Dia were sharing, Wes’ was going to be a good one. “Let’s do this bitch.”