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WHO: Cobb Vanth & All
WHERE: Various locations across Coruscant.
WHAT: Adventures across the planet
WHEN: Event
WARNINGS: Cussing. Angst. Possible violence. Will update as necessary.

This was not how Cobb imagined his first time off Tatooine. Then again, with his history, maybe he should have expected his first trip in space and to a Core world would be against his will. These Agrii fellas needed to learn to ask for permission. He would've said yes if they had asked. Instead, there was a little bubble of resentment brewing towards their alien captors.

But that anger could wait. A lot of people here had no idea how to navigate any planet in the galaxy much less one like Coruscant. Stars, even Cobb was a little out of his element but at least he could read the writing and understand how things worked in general. The first thing he focused on was getting everyone else settled and comfortable to go around by themselves. It was a lot of explaining how credit worked and offering to help if anyone needed it.

It took a few days before Cobb disappeared on his own one morning. The credits provided by the Agrii and the few he had on him when he got taken were burning a hole in his pocket. He went to the market and found himself some pieces of durasteel armor and a padded armor suit to wear underneath. It was, without a doubt, the nicest thing Cobb had ever owned, gleaming a brass-gold color against the black padded suit and soft green cloak he also bought to hide the scars that peeked out from the suit.

Damn if he didn't feel guilty for the two-thousand credits he handed over to buy it.

He just couldn't help but think of all the necessary things he could buy for home or this group of people at that cost. Two thousand credits would never got that far on Tatooine where everything was so damn expensive but it could've done something good. But after putting it all on he looked like he belonged on a Core world instead of an outsider in ragged clothes. Clothes he kept because they were still good enough for home and no one wasted anything on Tatooine. The armor though... wearing it he felt... like someone important and wasn't that a heavy thing?

Not only did the armor protect him and help him blend in, now he could get into better bars and taverns where they played high stakes sabacc. Cobb had learned his numbers playing the card game and was damn good at it. Good enough to win games against rich fools who tossed credits around like they could be dug up from the sand. That real vindictive part of himself really enjoyed it.

And everything he won now went to what they'd need to survive and anyone else who needed a few spare credits.

After all, he could always win more.

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"There's only one cantina in town where I come from. Doesn't have a sign. Doesn't need one. You could just... forget it until you've got an idea." Cobb figured that suggestion wouldn't go over well but it was worth making. Cayde could save his credits and not get a sign.

No reason to save those credits but, well, Cobb hated spending money unnecessarily.

"Now, the real hard question is what color?"

"Hm. No, you're right. But I still feel like the bar's missing something." He smiled crookedly. "That and maybe I'm just feeling nostalgic for the big ol' glowing bowl of ramen noodles that decorates the wall of my favorite food place."

It seemed like the best opportunity to find something of the sort here in a city that used it so extensively anyway. Cayde chuckled. Thinking about designing and buying a neon sign was the last thing he'd ever thought he'd ever be doing. Is this what one did with too much free time?

"-that's not a fair question when I'm not even sold on what design. Although I think something that would match my scintillating gaze would definitely have to be incorporated somewhere."

"What's in that? The ramen you keep talkin' about." Cobb remembered him mentioning it before but he can't quite recall if the Exo explained what it was exactly.

He chuckled as the waiter set down the soup. It was a cloudy brown color with three large dumplings floating in it with bits of vegetables. Smelled good but Cobb didn't feel the spice burning the back of his nose.

"Blue's definitely your color." Just like Cobb's was red even if he didn't have his signature red bandana on right now.

Cayde's optics brightened as he sat up, resting his arms at the edge of the table. "Oh, it's pork broth- not sure if you know what that is but anyway, you got some meat and bone that's been simmering for hours and hours to get the flavor out- that's the base. Then there's spice, like biting into a burning ice cube, and you got slices of the same meat topping the noodles- the latter being the second main thing to the broth, some green onions and an egg, more veggies if that's your thing." He sighed wistfully. "Ah, good stuff."

His gaze immediately fell upon the soup that was placed before them. Didn't quite look any more impressive than it smelled, but he was still all for trying it.

"Only in tasteful quantities," he said in regards to colors. "I think if I wore anything blue it'd mess up this intricate balance I've got going."

Nope, had no idea what pork broth was but he knew how to make a broth. Did it all the time back at home with bantha or scurriers. Cobb couldn't contextualize a burning ice cube either but he could make a spicy broth.

He nodded along after a moment. "That shouldn't be too hard to recreate. You think the others would get upset if I butchered one of them glowing fluffy things back home to try and make this?"

They would have enough supplies when they got back. It was always a big deal to butcher one of the herd where he came from but those glowing things were in better supply than banthas in Mos Pelgo.

"Wouldn't be surprised if it'd make some upset, but on the other hand, it's the easiest readily available meat if people want something other than plants and space paste." Cayde raised his hands vaguely, his attention still mostly focused on the steaming soup as he tried to identify the things in it.

"I mean, there's lobsters and these squirrel things too, but in a pinch glownies would be the readiest thing available."

“Those the bug things I’ve seen in the water?” Because that’s what lobsters look like to Cobb giant water bugs. Those probably aren’t bad eating but he thought they were harder to catch. And the squirrels are about as filling as a scurrier.

He picked up his spoon and fork and dug in without hesitation. It had a little burn but nothing fierce. There was a little gamy taste to it but it wasn’t bad. Cobb shrugged and kept eating.

“Don’t know how you’d farm something in the water like that. It would be much easier to just pen up the glowing beasts and sustain the herd to sustain us.” Cobb had some experience with banthas but he wasn’t a rancher by any means. He’d just... make it up as he went along. He could do the butchering. He knew that much.

Cayde scooped up some of the soup, pausing only to giggle at Cobb's lobster description. "Yep, those're the ones," he nodded, feeling that was entirely accurate.

He considered the flavors of the soup and whatever that dumpling was made of, giving that sort of bouncing, accepting sort of nod. Not bad. Could be better, but it was maybe the best thing he'd had in a good while.

"Eh, I never looked into farming crustaceans," he admitted as he swirled his soup around, fishing out another mouthful of broth and vegetables. "I think it amounts to pens in the water though. I know someone had something of a pen for the glownies but I don't think anyone was doing any active raising."

"Someone else can raise those. I don't know anything about water creatures." Cobb was well and truly ignorant of sea life. It would be a lot of work for very little return. They were small compared to the glowing four legged beasts. Those were a lot more return for the work.

They were getting some looks for Cayde eating because again, droids didn't eat. Cobb didn't feel any of them were threatening. Just curious. Uncertain.

"Well, a pen is a good start. I've never been a herder myself but I've talked to enough of them to probably manage this." Cobb said between sips of soup. "And there are those knowledge points. Bet one of them can help."

This was either going to be an entertaining trip or an annoying one. Cayde was determined to enjoy himself, dangit. And so it was that when he caught the eye of some of those who happened to be staring, he lifted his spoon with a nod and then ladled its contents into his mouth.

"So far as I can recall, there's a data thingy for agriculture, communications, engineering, um...Oh! Piloting, medicine and security. Agriculture seems the most relevant. I haven't touched any of 'em so that's about all I can tell you 'bout them."

"Yeah, I haven't touched one either. Not sure I want aliens poking in my brain." Others had told him the Agrii wouldn't read his mind but Cobb still didn't like the idea. The data would be useful though. He just had to... do it. One of those things he might regret later but helped with survival in the moment.

They'd be remembered in this place. Cobb fished a dumping out of the soup and ate it in two big bites.

"If I was my younger, more selfish self I'd go for piloting. But I'm older and wiser." And more willing to do things to benefit the community instead of himself.

The Exo snap-pointed at Cobb then. "Exactly! My memories are scrambled enough as it is."

He took a break from the soup to enjoy some of the ale Cobb had ordered, although it wasn't as fun to look at as the spotchka. "Piloting, huh? Don't do too much good given how rare our space trips tend to be anyway."

"Yeah, but I'd know how to fly. That's not something everyone learns on my planet." It's something he thought about a lot when he was younger. Learning to fly to escape.

Never did get that far.

"But I'll take something more useful. Already know how to shoot and how to patch up basic injuries. Might as well learn how to raise and care for weird glowing fluffy things." He shrugged. And if it backfired on him... well, that was just his luck.

"You'd know how to fly, but only these weird shuttles," Cayde pointed out. He pushed around another dumpling in the bowl before scooping it out.

"And hey, so long as you're not trying to shoot one of the Agrii 'death tools' they got over there. I swear, things are just backwards or they make things complicated on purpose that you can't even fire a gun without instructions downloaded into your head. Almost blew my face off with one," Cayde snorted, but he was still smiling about it.

It was more than Cobb knew how to fly now but he let Cayde have the point. It wasn't worth explaining his motivation. And people got real quiet when he mentioned being a slave. At least, Jon had.

"Then get yourself a gun here. You can probably find something less you're less likely to point at your pretty face," he teased.

Cobb had his blaster and that seemed like all he needed. There hadn't been any real threats since he arrived with this group. Though, he was tempted to find a carbine like what he had back home.

Cayde snorted. "It's not like I don't already have a gun. I doubt they make ammo for kinetic weapons though..." He still had a precious amount of bullets that Tony had made for him, which meant he couldn't resort to his precious Ace all the time. A grin split the Exo's face then, glowing in amber. "Anyway, you say that like going gun shopping wasn't already on my list."

It was just a pity he couldn't carry as many as any Guardian was used to, but no transmat meant a lot of limitations.

"What's a kinetic weapon take?" Cobb asked with a slight tilt to his head. "Weapons here use blaster charges or slugs."

Cobb had a blaster and he had stocked up on a few charge packs to make sure he wouldn't run out quickly when they got back.

A man could carry a lot of weapons around here with a few gun belts. He had the one but he'd seen folks armed like they were going to war. "I'm sure you'll find something deadly and fun to take back."

Cayde fiddled with his holster, slipping out the cartridge from his beloved hand cannon and setting it there on the table. "Slugs. Bullets. I figured everyone here used energy weapons."

He grinned. "I'm glad you already understand me so well." What good was deadly if it wasn't fun?

“Most people do,” Cobb explained as he picked up the slug and examined it. It was a pretty substantial slug. Cayde’s gun probably had a hell of a kick but great stopping power. “But they’re expensive and can be hard to maintain in remote places. Outer rim where I’m from especially. But there’s always scrap metal to melt down.”

He set the slug back on the table which a small chuckle. “I wouldn’t say I understand.” Cobb was a bit more cautious about things these days. “But you seem like a man comfortable with danger. Means you’re not afraid to find it.”

Cobb didn’t seek out trouble any more. In fact, he looked forward to peace, but he wasn’t afraid to walk into it for the right cause.

Made enough sense to Cayde. Nodding, he slipped everything back into place before making sure his hand cannon was snug in its holster again. He would have let Cobb see the gun but he figured people wouldn't be happy having weapons out on the table at an eatery.

"Can't afford not to be, where I'm from, with what I do. ...but yeah, I've had gone looking for it," the Exo admitted. High risk, high reward. Ever since after the Red Legion, he'd danced ever more so along that line. It had been a push, a reminder not to take anything for granted. You had to make the most of what you could do while you were still able to do it.

"Yeah, I understand that. Back home I'm a Marshal. Sometimes you gotta walk into danger so others don't have to," Cobb said with a nod.

If he knew Cayde's philosophy in detail he would agree. After years of being a slave he took nothing for granted. Even the risk was new. The exploring. So much of his life lost to others but now he got to choose.

Hell of a thing choice.

"You know, I'm starting to get the feelin' you and I could find a lot of trouble together if we went lookin'." Which could be fun. Maybe not on this planet given the abundance of law around but well, maybe another time.

"Oh that's right. You mentioned that," Cayde mused, unable to help but grin. "Did'ja have like, a neat little star or something to say as much? I think that's what they did, pre-Golden Age legends back on Earth." He did love those tales. And shows. The little things you missed from home.

"You mean we weren't already?" Finding trouble. It seemed to him that working their way around to getting into some Sabacc games sounded like a round-about way to find some eventually, anyway. Still, he grinned to show he was kidding.

Mostly.

Maybe.

"Well... no. I wasn't official with any government. See, the town I protect doesn't even exist on the map of Tatooine. I got the job because I had the beskar armor. When I turned it over to Mando... everyone just kept letting me be Marshal." He shrugged a shoulder.

He was also technically mayor but that was even more fuzzy than the Marshal position. Didn't need to mention that when it was so unclear.

"Hey, no one's shooting at us while we eat. We're not in trouble." They might find it later with those sabacc games. Those could get real rough if they played with the wrong people.

That detail got a dismissive wave of a hand. "Way I understand it, the only government's what the town acknowledges or who's got the guts to step into those shoes." Cayde looked at him pointedly then. "Doubt they'd still be lettin' you keep the title if they didn't think you weren't doing a good job."

At the suggestion that no one was shooting at them while they ate, the Exo waggled his brow-plates. How that could all change in a heartbeat, but he wasn't about to start a commotion here. This diner was full of nice people and they weren't giving him a hard time like that bar. He wasn't about to start trouble for no reason, and really, underground gambling places seemed like it was practically necessity.

"They're good people. Tougher than a massiff but good people." And damn, he missed them something awful for a moment there. Not that the people around the ships were bad. He liked a lot of them but they weren't home.

If Cayde started a shootout just for the hell of it, Cobb had severely misjudged him. They should be safe while they ate in this mid-level diner.

"You said you were part of some government, right?" Cobb remembered something about that when chatting with Cayde in his bar when they first met. "You elected?"

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