"Mm, how cute." Tom muttered while focusing on his drink. He ran out and poured himself another and another. What the hell was he doing here. He had to get out eventually, but time seemed to pass way too rapidly in this house. Then, Tom began to brood about time and immortality all the while glugging down drinks like he had just found an oasis in the middle of a desert, and, if these people were telling the truth about themselves, he had in a way. The oasis that he'd found was one of dreams and myths and power in a world of hopelessness and harsh realities and helplessness. A world where he would live and die and nothing would change. Suddenly a thought popped in his head that made him smile slyly. It was a glimmer of hope that he had spotted out of the corner of his desert of a life. It was a chance to escape death. He only hoped it wasn't a mirage. He cleared his slightly irritated throat and said, " So, if you guys are really vampires, you can turn others in to vampires too, right?
The room was crowded with people of many walks of life, chatting, talking, laughing, and some appearing to be inconspicious in dark corners. The walls seemed to be made from ice, and the tables and chairs lie-wise but the room did not appear to be cold. There was a bar serving beverages along the far wall from the entrence with twinkling blue lights along it, reflected by the decorations into the room.
Music softly played, festive tunes of a time long ago.
Some of the occupants of the room were wearing military styled orange jumpsuits, some where wearing dark coloured jumpsuits, and gray Imperial uniforms. The majority of the room seemed to be filled with members of the locale, which appeared to be the imperial base on the remote ice-world of Hoth, garrisoned by the Galactic Imperial Alliance shortly after the Rebellions 'so-called/ victory. Stormtroopers and various soldier types were also present, some appearign to be base personnel, others to be from another walk of life, and galaxy entirely.
Lieutenant Loran 'Rek' Mirez carefully released his Hazard suits seal, and un-clicked the seal on his helmet, allowing him to lift it off his head as he approached the bar. he placed the helmet down on the icy looking bar, and glanced at the selections behind, of which he did not seem to recognise. His blue eyes seemed to settle on a dark brown liquid in a bottle on a lower shelf and he then waited for the barman, who was dealing with some grey-skinned, yellow-eyed man and a his dark-skinned friend wearing mustard and black juimpsuits at the other end of the bar. he barely gave thenm a glance, as he ran a hand through his black hair, and sat down on the seat, impressively due to the fact he was still wearing his armoured Haz-mat suit.
As Charlie passed the orange suited Alliance pilots, one of them bumped into her. Tyri laughing at at a joke, turned and smiled at the shorter gir;, her dark brown hair tied back, her hazel eyes studied the pink hair momentarily, startled by it's vibrancy under the decorative lighting. She stopped her laughing and stifled a half grin, as her eye's shifted to the girls face. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to bump into you." She was half a head taller than the interestingly dressed girl and was looking down slightly. Very interestingly dressed, considering this was an ice world, she thought.
Tyri regarded Charlie as she walked away, her expression slightly saddened, but at a somewhat prod from her squad mates to go and get drinks, she went off over towards the bar, and the two crew members of the Federation's Enterprise. As she arrived, she over heard the tail end of a conversation between the two.
Data cocked his head to the side. "It is fascinating that androids here develop emotions and personality over time and experience, and I was hoping that I would have the opportunity to study them before we must return to the Enterprise."
Geordi regarded his yellow eyed friend for a moment, and then sighed. "Well, Data just be careful..."
Tyri waited for the barman to return as the man handed a drink over to Rek at the far end of the bar.
Rek regarded the drink for several moments, before uncliping his gloves and picking up the glass, and swirling the liquid around a few times and bringing it to his lips to taste. The liquid was a fiery spiced Corellian brandy, the barman had informed him at his perplexed inspection of the glass. "It'll do, thanks." Rek nodded and smiled, as he turned to face the room at large. "Festive..." He said to himself, and took a sip of his drink, letting the apidly drying liquid warm his throat and filled his mouth with vapours that would make a lesser person's eyes water. The Lieutenant breathed out slowly.
A black smoke appeared and then fade to reveal a tall male figure, tonight he was wearing his black leather jacket and black jeans he looked around at everyone then he saw Charlie sitting alone on the table, he sighed he wanted her to socialise with other people and species. Darren walked towards the table with his hands in his pocket and his long White hair shining against the light.
"Charlie, why are you sat here all alone, I did tell you to socialise and make new friends before I got here didn't I" he looked at her with his pale green eyes.
Charlie looked at Darren sadly she has upset her master once again "I..I am sorry I can go socialise if you wish me to master" she said quietly. She watched Darren sat down facing her. "what am I going to do with you child" he sighed and gave her a small smile "why you look stunning tonight, will go go fetch us something to drink" he asked her. Charlie got up and nodded and headed to the bar.
As she arrived at the bar, the barman had seen her coming and was ready with a gruff weathered voice; "What'll it be?"
A dark-clad figure sat in one of the corner booths, he watched silently, carefully lifting a drink to his shrouded face. he could sense the festive feelings of the room, and could feel the cheer some felt. He was very much alone. Satana was gone, along with Jacen. He remembered a time when he had once been an idealistic young Jedi, before he had been twisted by those who sought to corrutp him.
Darth Banis had long since left the Imperial Alliance behind, and her apprentice along with them. Darran Trist was once a Jedi Knight, but now he did not know what his was. Feelings of loss and anger, and sadness filled his being. Darth Sear, looked up slowly at the twinkling lights above through the ceiling and then drained the rest of his glass of the odd green beverage. At heart he was still a good person, he knew that. Still... he thought, and he placed the glass back onto the frosted table as several more entered the party.
Across the room, three Stormtroopers entered and removed their helmets and placed them in a rack. Even though they were currently off duty they weren't allowed to take off their armour until their shift rota was over. After all there was still a war tearing this galaxy apart. Commander Forrester looked across the room as he turned from the helmet rack, spotted Julius, the Wing Commander of Shadow Squadron, and waved as he headed over. "Hey Hetar!"
The other two fanned out and disappeared into the crowds gathering in the room.
The music shifter to more upbeat and dancy festive tunes sourced from the crew of the Enterprise. In-fact this entire event was almost their doing. Having introuced the Earth custom to the leaders.
Charlie looked at the batman and stuttered "two rum and coke please, if such a thing existed here" she looked around nervously. At least she is trying to communicate with others she thought and gave a small smile to the bartender.
Darren watched Charlie as she ordered the drinks he gave a small laugh, he tied his long White hair back and waited for her to return with the drinks.
The bartender looked at the girl, and shrugged, turning and preparing two drinks. He placed them on a tray and handed them over to her. "Never heard 'o coke, but 'e got Hoth style berry fizz and Derinon rum." The glasses were iced over, literally. "Best 'ey can do. lessin' you 'av some o' that coke stuff so I can taste it, lil' lady."
Charlie looked at the drinks in confusion then shrugged her shoulders "I do not have any coke on me no sir but thanks for the drinks" she walked away and sat back down to the table where darren was sat.
Darren began to chuckle at her "I am utterly surprised you didn't take offence her called you little" he picked up the drink and studied it for a moment "how are we even possibly to drink this, it is iced over"
The bartender watched the girl walk away, and headed over the where Tyri was waving for service. "'nuther round, commander?"
"Yeah..." She confirmed, and turned to watch the two examing their drinks. "Did you have to give her the fizzy iced version?" She asked.
The bartender placed an order for five lomin ales on the tray and grunted a laugh. "Not hoth style other wise, 'isit?" He said, and before Tyri could respond added; "besidesin' 'ey not from 'ere, so always 'musing to watch 'em figure th' drink out."
Tyri smiled, adn sighed as she collected the drinks. "Supposed so." She left the bar and headed back to the pilots table, near the recreational flight simulators. "Just wait till they lick the ice, it'll fizz right off in their mouth." She said to herself.
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