Atreides was still working through his drink at a liesurely pace when the commander of this little operation came rolling in the door with a group of, to his surprise, Clones and started ordering drinks. Well, that was probably one of the least subtle ways he had seen someone enter the cantina in quite some time. But the man knew who he was looking for, from the hand motioning and such, so the technician stood up, drink in one hand and bag slung over his other shoulder. He proceeded to make his way over to the bar, not the first to approach the Knight, the other fellow making his own comments on the fact that he had not made a very subtle entrance. That got an amused snort out of Atreides, and he sat down at the counter now, bag resting on his shoulder still. A bunch of others had went into and out of the bar, and the only one really attention grabbing was the red Twi'lek, she looked like trouble, and he was prepared for it just in case. "Subtle would have been good, but I suppose stomping around with a bunch of Clone War era gents tends to alleviate that kind of requirement at times, eh? "
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