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[h2][color=fff200][b]Location:[/b][/color] [i]Executor[/i] Bridge[/h2]

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The sharp jagged spear-tip of the Executor lunges straight out of hyperspace as the enormous triangular Super Star Destroyer Dreadnought suddenly pops into view with a sudden halt. The majesty of this gigantic ship ultimately dwarfs the incoming Imperial-Class Star Destroyers that also just arrived from hyperspace traveling, four in total, as they escort the dreadnought in an orderly fashion, with two on each side of it. As part of this universe's faction, the Union of Despair, the navy of the supporting Galactic Empire is one of the strongest, if not the strongest, asset in their arsenal, and this is only counting for a simple Squadron, only a mere portion of the entire Imperial fleet. But this wasn't just any ordinary squadron of ships. 

This is the infamous Death Squadron, the personal Imperial armada of the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader. This squadron is among the best of the Empire's Navy, which also houses the elite 501st legion, all lead by one of the most powerful force wielders of the era, second only to Vader's master, Emperor Sheev Palpatine. The fleet was just returning from a successful raid against the United Universal Council, having absolutely annihilated a planetary base simply by commencing an orbital bombardment from above. There was very little resistance from the space crew that was in orbit and any form of aggression was swiftly cutdown by the massive turbolasers from the capital ships. Not even a single tie fighter was even required to take off for that matter. Vader was most certainly pleased by the results and had released several probe droids into the neighboring planetary systems to scout out for other bases before leaving the sector. 

The sith lord looks silently out from the Executor's bridge at empty space, save for the asteroid field lurking in the background. Despite his high position in the faction, he was rather displeased that he was forced to be working here rather than eliminating the pesky rebels from his own galaxy, but alas this isn't nearly as bad as he expected. It was just simply... all too easy for him as of now. He wants a challenge, a real threat to combat against instead of these filthy stragglers and fools of men. Vader then turns from the bridge and heads deeper into the ship in where he'll enter his meditation room to concentrate on the force. Perhaps a more significant threat will arrive soon... 

Hopefully sooner than he realizes. 

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[h2][color=fff79a]Location:[/color] [i]Hog's Ass Pub[/i][/h2]
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Such a toxic environment would usually deter the faintest of souls in stepping into a place of scum and villainy such as this. Yet as people were cleaning up the mess and getting back to their conversations, a certain "Hunter" class gunship silently lands near the back of the pub. The ship was colored a rusty yellow-orange hue, with multiple red stripes and symbols patched on her sides, a black underbelly, and has a neon-green cockpit window that completely hides the pilot. There aren't many ships like it out here in this sector of the galaxy, but it does tend to blend in with all the other bizarre-looking ships that were parked nearby. It was the perfect ship to lie low and patrol the more unstable environments of space.

As the people inside the pub began to clean up the mess spilt on the floor, the pilot of the vehicle makes its debut. Entering the building was a tall armored figure, completely covered in a suit of unknown metal that sports the same rusty color as its ship. The upper torso and head region is colored a deep hue of red, with lighter yellow tones forming her lower torso and her inner leg pieces, and sports a neon-green visor and stripes running down from the massive spherical shoulder pads down to the near tip of her torso piece. Most notably, its right arm has been completely replaced by a metallic-blue and grey arm cannon, a weapon that can be wielded on command and is active at all times. One would think that this is an elite soldier on a quest to rip someone here to pieces... 

Thankfully for them, they were wrong.

Bounty Hunter Samus Aran was simply stopping by for a little R&R before heading on out back into space. The armored figure approaches the bar and sits near a more isolated spot towards the back. A young male bartender with brown hair and a robotic arm, not older than 25, approaches the hunter while cleaning a glass with a clean rag. He looks at the figure in relative interest before welcoming the figure.

[color=00aeef][b]"Welcome to the Hog's Ass Pub - what can I get for you this evening, sir?"[/b][/color] the man asks in a polite tone as he finishes drying the glass in his hand.

The metallic helmet releases steam as it depressurizes the suit, allowing for the bounty hunter to take it off with ease. Much to the bartender's surprise, the face underneath the helmet was not a sir... but rather a mam. The man was dazzed by the surprising beauty that radiated from Samus' youthful caucasian skin, the smooth bright blonde hair that she shook around when tidying it, and the hypnotizing light-blue eyes that seemed to stare right into his soul and beyond. She was a beaut no doubt, and he couldn't help but stare for a few seconds before finally snapping back into reality.

[color=00aeef][b]"Uhh, mam."[/b][/color] he replies while nodding his head rapidly and clears his throat before correcting himself, [color=00aeef][b]"Right... Excuse me. What can I get for you this evening, mam?"[/b][/color]

Samus would think for a minute before moving her body slightly towards the counter.

[b][color=fff79a]"I'm feeling for a hard Silozian Bulb Tonic with a lemarian shot today."[/color][/b] she replies with a smooth and ripened tongue as she sits back up in her seat.

[color=00aeef][b]"Excellent choice."[/b][/color] the bartender nods as he turns to make the drink, [color=00aeef][b]"Give me one second then."[/b][/color]

A few moments later the drink arrives in front of the parched Samus, fizzing delightly as it dances on the surface.

[color=00aeef][b]"Here ya go, mam."[/b][/color] the young bartender answers before giving a nervous chuckle,  [color=00aeef][b]"Enjoy the drink. And uh, pardon me for~"[/b][/color]

But Samus only gives a hand up to stop him before muttering an audible "Pfft".

[b][color=fff79a]"No need to apologize."[/color][/b] she replies nonchalantly as she takes a sip of the tonic, it's taste bursting through her mouth, [b][color=fff79a]"Nearly everyone mistakes me for a guy under the suit. No rookie mistake or anything. I'm used to it by now."[/color][/b]

[color=00aeef][b]"Oh uh..."[/b][/color] the bartender stammers briefly, [color=00aeef][b]"I see."[/b][/color]

Nervously twiddling his mechanical thumb from underneath his sleeve, the bartender prepares to chat with the bounty hunter some more before being called upon by another customer. He hesitates slightly before nodding at Samus but then quickly walks away to attend the next person. Meanwhile the bounty hunter continues to sip the rich tonic in isolation from all the rest of the people in the pub.

Not like she minded it anyways...