Endor
New Rebel Alliance
"No man is good enough to be another's master."
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Post by Endor on Nov 27, 2023 6:18:38 GMT -8
Welcome to Maarva's Mess Hall & Cantina, home of the Carassi Legion, where you can always be sure there is a brick under the bar and plenty of thirsty rebels ready to drink the shelves dry. Cocktails, stim-caf, and questionable cuisine can all be found at Maarva's, the Home Two's designated galley and after hours nightclub. This fine establishment was named in honour of Maarva Carassi Andor, one of the first and most dignified matriarchs of the Rebellion. Don't believe us? Just look at her mural over the bar which features Maarva's most well known catchphrase. The mess hall is a regular meeting place for rebels planning a daring mission or sharing intel. And at Maarva's, rebels always drink for free. Droids allowed.
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Endor
New Rebel Alliance
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Post by Endor on May 4, 2024 5:21:11 GMT -8
The first thing Endor had done after the rebels had returned from a very successful Operation Kath Hound on Dantooine was take a long hot shower. The second, was to head to Maarva's. Saloon style doors swung open as a broad shouldered beast of a human strut into the cantina. Despite there not being any trees aboard the Home Two, a springtime breeze seemed to follow the General, blowing loose leaves behind him as he entered the watering hole. By all accounts he looked far fresher than a few hours earlier, having traded in his combat fatigues for a fresh vacuum sealed body glove and his backup flight jacket, comprised of faded brown leather reminiscent of tree bark. The music stopped playing as he entered, allowing only the hushed whispers of the cantina occupants to be heard as they gossiped about the General, sharing tidbits of what they had heard about his most recent deeds. Endor's head drooped as he listened, causing his grin to widen and his beard to shake, serving to proceed an exaggerated snarl as he threw up an arm over his head and clenched his hand tightly into a fist. "FUCK THE EMPIRE!" He bellowed, causing spittle to fly from his shouting lips. The reply he got from the occupants of the cantina was overwhelming, a deafening chorus of cries repeating the same slogan, 'fuck the empire'. Fuck it, indeed.Grinning from ear to ear, the mangy woodsman crossed the cantina to the bar and slapped half a crumbling brick on the polished counter-top. The squarish hunk of duracrete was stained a rust brown from all the fascist blood that coated its uneven surface. This was the very same brick the General had used to cave in the skull of a stormtrooper at the labour camp on Dantooine. Endor lifted his callused hand from the brick and looked at the bar-tender, a surly Yuzzum from the Forest Moon, who always kept the liquor flowing when rebels were abound. "That ought to be worth a drink." The pilot stated confidently, resting a thick sausage finger on the top of the brick. The Yuzzum looked at the brick and then at Endor, offering the hairy human a wink before replying."I'd say it's worth a round at least." The bartender said with a nod, taking the brick and adding it to the stack of bricks behind the bar that was growing larger by the day. It was the General's fondest hope that one day they had enough bricks to rebuild everything the Empire had destroyed in its relentless pursuit of power. A large stein was placed in front of Endor, with foam and ale spilling over the brim, wetting the pilot's palm as he scooped it up and began to drain it down his throat. All around the cantina, a fresh round of drinks was being passed out. Endor lowered his glass when it was empty and let out a belch that rattled the stormtrooper helmets hanging from the ceiling. It was important to celebrate even their smallest victories, good for morale, because the next time they entered Maarva's...they might be drinking to drown their sorrows.
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Katja Eve
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Post by Katja Eve on May 5, 2024 19:01:06 GMT -8
Thanks to some pre-battle prep work from Allas, The Halcyon crew was aware of the co-ordinates to head for once the Prison Break had been completed. The trip from Dantooine to Hoth had allowed Katja a moment to change out of her prison fatigues and take a shower before getting dressed back into her more casual attire. Her time in Prison had not been overly long thankfully, but the visit had certainly taken its own small toll upon her. Having some normalcy returned was a good start to her new found freedom. But what felt good was boarding the Home Two and leading her crew to the Cantina aboard the Resurgent-class Battlecruiser known as Maarva's.
The saloon style doors swung open as Katja entered the Cantina first, followed by her crew, just as the round of drinks was being passed around. She scooped a mug of ale from one of the staff and made something of a bee-line toward the bar where the flame haired general sat with his now empty glass. Allas followed close behind and took a seat at the bar, whilst the quartets of pilots seemed to spread throughout the bar, mingling with the crowd. Katja leaned back against the bar and took a long draught of her drink before turning her focus from the crowd to Endor
Quite the Party you've thrown... General was it? Allas here tells me I owe you and yours a debt of thanks for helping break me out. Though it does seem one of your number is missing from these celebrations. Regardless, you have my thanks. Not many would have been willing to take on the Empire like that...
She gave a nod of her head indicating the crowd
So is this them? The Rebels?
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Endor
New Rebel Alliance
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Post by Endor on May 13, 2024 5:58:56 GMT -8
 Endor's bushy right brow rose as he passed his empty cup to the bartender and turned towards the woman who had addressed him, before raising his left hand behind his head to rub the back of it, his signature grin suddenly sheepish. "Aye, my ranks General, but you can just call me Endor. I'm not one for formalities." He extended his strong right callus covered palm to Katja in a clear offer of friendship. "And you don't owe me anything. Your team helped us just as much as we helped you." He leaned in, breath stinking of ale and his jacket smelling faintly of cave smoke from a snowok camp fire. His tone of voice lowered, a bearish growl for only her ears to hear, his presence exuding a picture of a man both at once tamed and feral. "Besides, any chance to crack a few fascist skulls feels to me like a gift. Hah!"Leaning out, the hairy woodsmen turned ace pilot thumped a hand against his chest, then emptied the contents of his freshly filled stein. He turned the glass over before slapping it back down on the counter top of the bar that startled a pair of drunken Tynnans stumbling by. He mimed an apology before returning his attention to Katja."Yes ma'am. Rebels indeed, that's what they call us, and we like it just fine. They might not look like much, but this is the bravest lot of roughnecks and scoundrels I've had the pleasure of serving with, and I used to be a pirate. We're out here fighting for freedom." He looked at her, his leafy green eyes large and serious, while his beard bunched up against his neck. "Not just ours, either. We're fighting for everybody. Tyrants and dictators have been allowed to abuse and oppress the peace loving people of this galaxy for far too long. We're coming for them, and we're bringing a few bricks." A toothy grin split his face from one ear to the other. "The only question I have for you, friend, is if you'd like to help us hurl a couple of them at the folks that imprisoned you?" Briefly he looked thoughtful, or drunk, either way he brought a hand beneath his face and scratched his chin. "Actually, make that two questions. I never caught your name. What can I call you?" |
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