Making Friends (Tal Kote, Open)

[Verco]

That cheeky little bugger. Narrowing her eyes at the datapad in her hands holding an old artical on Tals promotion to High General Verco couldn't help but be both amused and annoyed at being duped. All well. There's no point crying over spilt milk.

The pub that Verco was in was frequented more by the New Republic than the civilian population being that it was just a few blocks away from the main HQ. She figured it'd be best to come here if she wanted meet anyone and 'make friends' as her father put it.

So here she was sitting in one of the booths with a glass of Mandalorian whisk in front of her glaring at her datapad.

[Nikolai Romanov]

A very well dressed man sat quietly in the corner of the pub. A SpecOps officer had contacted him as an informant to the black market dealings of Imperical forces. The casual nature in which the Droid Man sat made it seem that he was just some civilian passer-by. His grey eyes seemed to see but not see. A trick of the trade. Blending in while still maintaining your alertness was a very important skill for a dark jedi. His fingers tapped lightly on the side of his Corellian whisky glass while he calmly waited to be contacted again.

Nikolai gave a quick glance to the lovely lady in the booth across from his table. Lovely. A smile threatened his features but he managed to tuck it way quickly. He averted his eyes to the datapad laying in his lap beneath the table and nonchalantly took a sip of his drink. A sigh escaped his lungs as he felt his wait would be long. His hand slipped from his glass to his front jacket pocket pulling out a tin case and a cigarra. He slowly lit it and took a good long drag before letting the smoke seep from his lips.

The dark jedi brainstormed over whether he should continue waiting or quench his curiosity by speaking to the woman glaring into her datapad.

[Tal Kote]

-Some found it hard to believe that a 19-year-old was in fact the military leader of the New Republic. Tal was young, but he was also very experienced at doing what he did. He didn't make it to his rank for nothing. That military record had spoken for itself. Former CO of the Special Forces unit, several missions with them under his belt, and positive feedback from several Intel members who he personally knew and trained with. It was Ilana -- the current Director -- and Special Operative Ronin who had guided the mandalorian to become a better officer for the SpecForce and a better soldier/leader altogether. Granted, he was still learning but he was doing the best that he could to ensure a strong military for the NR.-

-Today was one of those exceptions of going to a different pub -- other then the Mirror's Edge Cantina -- which was completely different. It was still visited by those within the NR, but how many others here were criminals, smugglers, and bounty hunters? One could only tell if you were getting the eagle eye from a "shady character" in the corner. Kote only figured to try something new just to see what the atmosphere was like.-

-Tal wasn't dressed formally for this particular place. He didn't like going into a formal setting wearing military grade attire, and getting all the attention in the world. The simple sleeveless black shirt and black pants and shoes were enough. It was also enough to display how physically fit the young High General was. Most only saw him wearing mandalorian armor or long sleeved shirts, but this would be a first for many. Stepping into the pub; yellow eyes glanced around the area. Of course there were a few shady characters, but many others were also NR. Some glanced from their drinks towards the mandalorian as he entered into the room. Adjusting his own posture he walked through soon noticing the new recruit who he had personally accepted into the NR as a recruit.-

What a surprise.

"Su cuy'gar!" -He said in the traditional of nothing Mando'a language.- "Would it be alright if I sit with you?"

[Verco]

OOC: Sorry I never replied earlier. My dog just died the other day.

Looking up in suprise Verco was a little startled to see her new boss standing in front of her table.

"Su cuy'gar!" Verco replied, her face lighting up into a warm and genuine smile. "Of you can sit with me."

Turning of the datapad in her hand Verco turned her attention back to Tal.

"So what brings the High General all the way into a tiny little corner bar like this?" She could but ask Tal in a teasing tone of voice.

[Tal Kote]

((ooc- Sorry it took a while))

"Yeah uhhh, it'd be nice if you didn't address me by my military rank. I don't need the press wanting answers from me."

-Though he wasn't the man in for politics; the media seemed to always want answers from the military leader. Tal was the kind of guy who didn't want to shoot outright with an answer till he actually did something. He was already going through enough as is when it came to handling the missions, training, and promotions of the NR. Let's not forget those leadership meetings. Not all that fun; but someone had to do it.-

-Shifting is yellow eyes gaze over to the waiter; he waved her down for a drink.-

"I figured why not try a new place; instead of the NR cantina." -Tal responded calmly.- "Besides I have to find someway to get away from the hustle and bustle of my office."

[Verco]

OOC: Sorry about the delay. I've been trying to get another character of mine established. Thanks for being patient with me.

"Fair enough." Verco said.

"I suppose you would want to avoid the insanity that is the New Republic press." She added after taking a sip of her whisky.

"I am curious though if you are the only one of our *Vod who's managed to be promoted to a position of leadership or if there are others I have yet to meet." Verco asked.