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Party at the Blue Bantha!

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: The Blue Bantha in Coruscant's entertainment district
WHAT: A party!
WHEN: The last day before they leave.
WARNINGS: Fun times? Probably drunkenness.

After having found this place on an outing with Echo, Obi-Wan had decided he rather liked this one particular establishment they stopped at. So for their last evening on Coruscant, the Jedi had the place rented out. A network post also going up inviting everyone for one last hurrah before they have to go back to Temba.

Welcome to the Blue Bantha Bar and Grill!

Everything is very blue. A bright blue neon sign advertises the joint in the entertainment district. Its letters in Aurebesh with a little bantha head shaped neon light next to it as well. The lighting inside is distinctly blue as well. There is a mounted bantha head placed on the far wall above the bar, its fur having been dyed blue. Clearly it is the mascot of this place.

There are tables and booths in varying locations for people to sit. With the tables having bantha hide rugs under them that look reminiscent of shag carpet, while the booth seats have bantha hide upholstery as well. There's a band playing in one corner with space for people to dance. While on another side there are screens broadcasting sporting events from across the galaxy. Feel free to place bets on who you think will win!

Even the staff are either blue, or are wearing blue. It won't be uncommon to have a blue scantily clad Twi'lek waitress serving you. The long bar also has blue neon lighting with several stools to sit at, in which you can order whatever drink your heart desires on their menu.

Speaking of the menu, everything is made with bantha products. That is what they specialize in. Several types of Jawa Juice, a kind of beer made from fermented grains mashed in bantha hides, can be found here. As well as Bantha Blood Fizz, a sparkling drink made from purified bantha blood in both alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties. And of course they serve several drinks featuring blue milk, from just the plain stuff to several alcoholic concoctions. There is also food of course! Bantha steak, bantha burgers, bantha stew, and other meat dishes are served as it's pretty much this galaxy's equivalent of beef. You can even get desserts made from blue milk such as cheesecake and ice cream.

Have fun! The Temba group have this establishment all to themselves for the night!

((OOC: This is a mingle log so go nuts!))

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That had been one of the good things to have happened in the wake of the Red Legion's attack. It had brought them back together, to get back to their roots. And more importantly it had made Zavala admit that he needed Cayde. Well, needed his fireteam, but the Exo still made it out as the same thing.

"Unbelievably quiet. I bet if I yelled at one end of the city someone'd hear it on the other end." Watch him try it one day.

He had to smile a little- oh how he did like a good fight. Clearing out some criminal lowlifes was at least one highlight. The undercity was a big place though, and for all that those Justicars were doing to try making things better for those who had to live down there, Cayde wasn't sure how much ground was lost for every bit gained.

"Yeah, their droids here are more for service and menial tasks. Heh, sometimes their owners would shoo me away thinkin' I'd be a bad influence. Me! Can you believe it?"

"I won't come running if you shout my name." Ikora would but the way she said it now sounded completely serious and ready to leave Cayde to whatever fate he found with his shouting.

There was never a good way to clean out a city. Even in their home there was crime and people taking advantage of the less fortunate. Guardians did what they could but it was hard to balance home security with larger system wide concerns.

"Cayde, you are a bad influence," she pointed out. "But I don't know how much free will these droids have. Even your charming personality might not change their inherent programming."

"Bet you'd come runnin' if I started off with 'Hey Ikora! Remember that time when we-'" the Exo grinned, cupping his hands even as he dropped his volume to more of a loud whisper as he 'shouted.' You know, as you do.

He looked terribly proud of himself when she only confirmed he was a bad influence. Yeah, who was he kidding? It wasn't hard to note that expression on his face as she continued. She was practically issuing a challenge.

"I guess we'll just have to see. Or not see, given we're bound to just be swept back to our ships sooner or later."

"Who here is going to believe you?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm a stranger here but I bet they're familiar with your ways. You could shout anything and I bet they'd be skeptical."

There were no rumors of her turning people into frogs and making them disappear when they got higher kill streaks in the Crucible. Ikora was an unknown which meant she could be anything.

"I had Ophiuchus download as much data as he could when we explored the Jedi temple. And I bought data pads. I'll have plenty to read when we do go back." She gestures to the one sitting next to her.

Cayde gave a bodily sigh, slouching where he sat. He looked over at Ophiuchus. "See, she's been here for only how long now? -and she's already raining on my parade."

It was a mood that naturally didn't last as he sat up again with a stretch. He was still debating on doing some final run about the more localized area of the city while he had the chance. "You haven't even seen the place for yourself and you're all set to read," he said, smirking as he shook his head at the Warlock then.

"Has anyone tried before?" Ophiuchus asked because he thought Cayde's antics were a little undignified too. Guardians shouldn't be as reckless as Cayde and Ikora.

Ikora smiled to herself, glad to see them interacting again.

"I saw enough to know it's a city. Prosperous and poor in places. A large criminal element that is policed to the best of the city's ability," Ikora said simply. "I can learn more of the galaxy reading since I cannot leave the planet. And books I can take with me."

"Why should they?" The Exo shot back, brows lifting. You wanna bring it, little guy? All in good fun, of course. Sundance turned her attention towards Ophiuchus as well, silent as she tended to be, but that same air of challenge seemed to be there.

"Does that mean you won't even go shop for a gun? I see you've got your Ghost. When I came in, all I had was my Ace of Spades," he said, patting the holstered hand cannon at his hip. "Was lucky Sundance got pulled in a lot later- not sure why but hey, who was I to complain?"

Ophiuchus huffed and his shell spun in annoyance for a moment. "Maybe." And then he floated back to the safety of Ikora's shoulder. No matter how tense their relationship got Ikora has always protected him fiercely.

"I'm sure why they chose to send me with him instead of a weapon like they did you." She turned her head and studied her ghost. "Maybe because my favorite weapon is too powerful? But you're right, I should get at least one weapon before we vanish again."

They must make a good shotgun here.

Sundance watched her fellow Ghost retreat, her vertices twitching casually. Cayde grinned for her, knowing even his tiny partner had missed these sorts of interactions, even though she hadn't been away nearly as long as her Guardian.

"Maybe," he said, not an intentional echo of Ophiuchus. "I had my gun and no bullets. Except the first place they plunked me in was a nice cushy bed on some resort planet where they had machines that spit out whatever you could ask for so I wasn't about to not take advantage of that!"

He rubbed his hands together eagerly before vaulting off of the crate. "We going now? Or you still reading? If you read all your stuff now then you'll get bored a lot faster once we get back."

"You'd be a fool not to." Ikora might try to figure out why the Agrii sent her here with her ghost and no weapon. But not right now. Cayde's excitement is endearing and heartwarming. She's missed that enthusiasm.

She still made a bit of a show putting her datapads away before gracefully getting to her feet. "I hope you've found a gunsmith as good as Banshee."

Her reading could wait. She did want weapons before they left. Nothing as fancy as the Jedi lightsabers she had seen. A trusty shotgun and a handcanon would do.

Her taking time to put things away inevitably brought the Exo to droop exaggeratedly, but he was quick to straighten up with a hop. "Ain't no gunsmith as good as Banshee within several parsecs of here." Beat. "That's part of the lingo around here," he explained, clearly having no idea what all's out that far despite having a vague idea of what a parsec even is, but he still stood by his opinion.

"Anyway, hope you like energy weapons. That's the most common stock. Buuut I've scouted out a few dealers down below. Oh wait, wait- I gotta go get- Hang on."

The Exo darted off towards another ship, presumably the one he'd been assigned to. Sundance lingered behind, watching her Guardian go off.

"A parsec amounts to about 3.26 light-years, or about 19.2 trillion miles/30.9 trillion kilometers," Ophiuchus offered. "I scanned it at the Jedi temple."

Where the ghost had downloaded as much data as possible from the archives. They hadn't gotten to the closed off section but the temptation was still there. She hoped to go back before they left this planet.

While she waited for Cayde Ikora folded her arms behind her back watching him go with a fond little smile. She didn't like that Sundance stayed behind but she could protect the ghost. Nothing would happen to her while Ikora was there.

"Of course you did," Sundance said quietly.

She didn't seem particularly concerned about joining Cayde for his jaunt back to the Starduck. Knowing his intent and that it wouldn't be long, she simply waited. And sure enough, the Exo came bounding back, a helmet tucked under his arm. He held it up for Ikora's inspection once he reached them.

"I'm so handsome I make their droids jealous so they won't let me do business without something to cover up," he said by way of explanation, giving a shrug.

Ikora took a moment to study the helmet. It looked like something a Warlock would wear back home, very reflective and round. It didn't suit Cayde at all.

"I believe we read something of a philosophical debate about droids," Ikora said when she was done with her examination. "They gave them just enough sentience to be useful but not enough to demand rights."

Exos were just as complicated in their early days but she saw them as human because that was the truth behind them. "Show me this gun show you like."

It wasn't a design Cayde was crazy about either, but there were only so many sorts and the main objective had been to contain the horn on his forehead. For that, it did the job.

"Oh yeah. They've got personalities but they're expected to do what they're asked and not much else. And if they don't then they put these little things called restraining bolts on 'em. Okay, I'm putting this on- don't laugh."

He slipped the helmet over his head, making sure it was snug in place before holding his hands out. Ta-daaa. "It's awful, I know. Let's just get going," he said, gesturing then to Sundance for her to decompile. Having her out in more private areas was fine, but there was way too much going on out in the city.

Ikora didn't laugh but she did cover her mouth with a hand for a moment hiding her grin which was entirely too fond and too amused.

He looked ridiculous in the helmet. Completely out of character. A helmet didn't suit Cayde.

She inclined her head towards Ophiuchus who also vanished a second later. They had traveled together through the city and gotten many strange looks. It seemed smarter to hide him for now.

"I hope we're not going to traverse this city in your usual style."

The Exo pointed at her despite the hidden grin. You couldn't hide the eyes!

Already starting back towards the hangar entrance, Cayde turned to walk backwards as he looked back at Ikora, hands held out. "What, I thought you Warlocks liked floating across chasms and bottomless drops."

He spun around again, his tattered cloak like a worn banner fluttering after him. "I'll grab us a cab. There are not many decent places to hop down from and to, otherwise."

And she didn't want to. It was good to laugh with Cayde again. His gentle teasing and sense of humor were missed in the Tower.

"I prefer to Blink instead of glide." And that sort of Light manipulation drained her. She hoped whatever planet they were on next it wasn't so severe. The presence of the Light was so distant and yet warm in her chest.

She followed behind him at a more respectful pace. "How much have you explored?" she asked when she caught up to Cayde.

"Honestly, there's so much of anything that I haven't gone more than several towers over in any given direction. It just keeps going down! And this planet is all city, I think it'd take years to actually cover any considerable ground."

It didn't much appeal to Cayde, to explore a cityscape for that long. While cities could hold some interesting places and sights, it was much of the same thing, not too mention too busy and crowded. It wasn't that he didn't like that buzz of life, especially after being in an empty place for so long, but the Exo still preferred the wide open spaces and the vast unknown.

"Won't go too far down- best places are about mid-level for general sightseeing. But of course the blackmarket's where you find the better weapons, and that's some ways just below."

Ikora could imagine her Hidden trying to explore this place and never finding all its secrets. The city wouldn't hold too much appeal to anyone but Titans. They'd have something to defend.

If this was a planet of city ruins? It would be a playground for Cayde, she imagined. Empty and wild and full of endless twists and turns to discover. He would be long gone if that was the case.

"I've been rather low in the city," she commented with a tilt of her head in his direction. "The fighting pits are low."

But perhaps not as low as he meant.

Ruins had less people getting mad at you for poking around, that was to be sure. It was free reign and finders-keepers all around. Maybe if he went deep enough down, sure there'd have to be some levels long forgotten, but the problem was there was just so much of it that there wasn't much idea of where to start, and that would easily have taken more than the time they'd been alotted here to explore.

The gleeful chortle that came from him did not match up with the helmet he wore. "And you say I go looking for trouble!" Getting himself stolen was completely by accident, but he'd never found his way into a fighting pit. From what he'd heard and figured would happen given his appearance, he'd rather not be pitted against some poor unsuspecting droids.

Once they were out by the taxi landing pad he waved at the droid directing the services. "Hey there m'good man, taking a jaunt down to platform ...E-twenty-three."

The droid seemed to stare at him for a long moment before replying, "Oh- it's you again. Yes, one moment please." The two Guardians were pointed over to an awaiting vehicle in no time. Cayde didn't expect much of an adventure for a weapons-run but who knew when they'd be due back to Temba? And anyway, when was the last time he'd ever gone window shopping with Ikora?

"I see you've made friends."

Even the locals remembered Cayde. Not always fondly but he had made an impression on those around this hangar. Maybe it was especially memorable for a droid who was advanced but not the same as an Exo. Ikora could spot the differences.

She thanked the droid before she got into the cab and settled in. She did wish she could fly this herself. Ikora had never liked trusting other pilots. Only Hawthrone had earned her trust in that capacity.

"Has your Ghost been able to store the weapons you've bought?" she asked, voice pitched a little lower for some privacy. Could they also, say, store a ship to take back? She hadn't tried for herself.

"Can't help getting to know some guys, 'specially when you're in and out on a daily basis and they're one of the first ones you see and among the last when you get back," Cayde said as they got themselves situated. "Told him a few stories- his job doesn't let him get around much but our hotel's practically privately reserved for the time being, which leaves him with a lot of downtime and nothin' to do. Heh, he thinks I'm some kinda bounty hunter. ...which I guess isn't too off."

In contrast to Ikora, Cayde looked like he was very close to just propping his feet up and kicking back for the ride. It wouldn't be very surprising to find out that he'd probably done so a few times before the pilot complained about him scuffing up the speeder.

"Ooh, that'd be a negative. No transmat relay," he replied. If he had the ability to store weapons that easily then he would have been tempted to bring a lot more than he had. "Was hoping Stark would be able to cobble something together when we gave him some specs, but I think it'll still be more limited than what we're used to working with. So we're stuck doing things the old fashioned way." He chuckled. "Oh the looks we got when Echo and I came back with a bandolier of detonators and a couple of blasters each."

"Hm." It reminded her of the bots from home. The ones that swept the tower and did other menial tasks. Of course, they didn't send them to be bounty hunters. They left that to Guardians and other agents. "I'm glad you've found something to keep you busy while you're here."

Ikora would probably spend the remaining days here in the Temple Archives and finding what knowledge she could. She had left some behind as well, warning of the Darkness and the Hive. She might consider warning of the Fallen and Cabal as well but she didn't think they had inter dimensional travel like the Hive.

"I did have hopes." But the answer was what she expected. Perhaps she could work with this Stark to get one set up. She roughly understood how they worked and Ophuichus could explain it better than her. "We should check in with him on that project. It would be useful to have even just a simple one."

Ikora hadn't met this Echo yet. She hadn't met many. "Only a single bandolier. Very restrained of you."

Of course he had to keep himself busy. There were different levels of busy, and when the world around you was literally busy day and night, you just had to tone down your own levels a bit to relax. But you were still doing things. It wasn't treasure hunting, but Cayde did like to spin some yarns, and the droid for what he could tell seemed to enjoy the entertainment.

He nodded, figuring to check in with Stark on his own time. The man seemed to be needing the space recently, and given his own missing crewmate Cayde could only guess at what was weighing on his friend's mind.

"Hey, there's no straight shots up to the surface levels that won't get us weird looks if we came out of the undercity overloaded with artillery," he laughed. "Besides, any explosives is an upgrade from nothing. I wasn't about to have all my hard work taken as contraband the moment I stepped off a speeder."

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