Fort Garnik Cantina
~~~(POV: Nathan Opal)~~~
~~~(Location: Fort Garnik Cantina, Ord Mantell)~~~
I step through the front door of the cantina, and there is lively activity everywhere. I find it odd since civil war is going on just outside the fort. Once at the bar counter, I take a seat and lower my head slightly. My hood obscures my face, and my robes are subtle, not drawing attention. My lightsaber is showing, but no one has noticed.
The Force tells me everyone is too busy getting drunk and partying than to pay attention to a random person at the bar. The bartender comes up, and the Duros looks at me, waiting for me to order something. "Give me a glass of water." He looks at me strangely but gets the glass of water all the same. Placing it in front of me and going to another customer.
My connection to The Force sustains me. Given who I really am, given that I know the truth. It makes sense now. Why I stopped aging when I turned 18, and why I don't need to eat or drink. That doesn't mean I don't like to, but I don't need to. "Well!! What the Fark are you going to do about it, Blue Skin!!" A human and a Duros are starting to get into a fight.
[A/N: Fark is an actual cuss word in the star wars universe.]
I can't help turning on my barstool and watching the scene play out. My water in hand. "Speak for yourself, Kath Hound." Kath Hounds are ugly and mean creatures and one of the more brutal ways to insult a human. The Duros and the human are slowly backing away from each other, and their hands are hovering over their blasters.
I've never witnessed a duel so close before, only famous ones recorded on the Holo. "Alright, you no good scoundrels, get your tempers under control or spend some time in Fort Garniks lock up." A commanding voice comes from the doorway, and I turn to see who it is. The man stops looking at the two about to duel and turns his head towards me.
It's a man in full combat gear, and he's got two fully armed special forces soldiers backing him up. He makes his way over, and despite him trying to look intimidating. I sense he's not here to fight me. He stops in front of where I'm sitting. "Nathan Opal?" The entire cantina goes silent at his words, and everyone turns their attention to me.
Ironically, I was considered an enemy of the Republic at one point. General Garza had my past wiped clean in hopes of cooperation with the Republic. "While that is my name, I can't see a reason why you're here talking to me. I haven't broken any laws. Aside from illegally landing here." He folds his arms and lets out a long sigh.
He's the commander of the locale forces here, only ground troops, though. "While that is true, I have an obligation to assess potential threats to the war efforts here on Ord Mantell. The Republic has invested a lot here. Having someone as dangerous and as powerful as you here isn't what's wanted." At least he's being honest, which I can respect.
Given that I can rip fleets apart and devastate the world with my powers, he's right not to want me here. "Don't worry. I'm not going to turn Ord Mantell into another Ryloth." Some of the Twi'leks in the cantina have flares of anger. "But I'll not be disrespected. Leave me be. I have business here with important people tomorrow." I can sense his frustration and his desire to rebuttal.
However, he keeps his self-composure and takes a hard look at me. He turns and leaves with his two escorts in tow. There is an awkward silence in the cantina. "If there are any Twi'leks that are looking for a problem. Know that I can cause you unimaginable pain." That stops all feelings of contempt and rouse fear from everyone, not just Twi'leks.
Satele and Theron should be arriving here by tomorrow morning Ord Mantell time, and I'm looking forward to meeting the son that Satele had to give up. Theron undoubtedly holds a grudge against me, but I know that once we get talking, he'll come to be my friend. We're a lot alike. Our disillusion with the Jedi and the frustration we hold with the Republic. Along with our common problem in Satele.