Scene #2034: A Friendly Drink

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Juno Eclipse	Welcome to the Bar and Grill! It's a riot of different cultures and species and just about anything else one can imagine. To most people it's quite a lot to take in, even for seasoned Elites, and the only thing keeping it from being riotous and overwhelming is the relaxed air of people enjoying themselves. Well, the enforced neutrality helps. There's a corner booth not far off the main room. Once Sanary gets close, her radio will beep to guide her there, probably sent a specific signal by the pilot to help lead the blind healer along to the proper place. In it is flopped Juno Eclipse, out of uniform, dressed instead in the mercenary outfit she favours both off-duty and when she's trying to obfuscate her alignment -- white tunic tucked into dark pants, hip holsters with a blaster in each, reinforced natural leather jacket, natural leather gloves. She's got a glass in front of her that seems plain enough, except for the fumes rising from it. The stuff could probably be dumped into a TIE fighter's fuel intake.
Sanary Rondel	Getting into the Bar has never been a particularly consistent thing for Sanary, with or without eyesight. Sure, the theory is simple enough, but in practice? There's a very good reason she's already turning to leave the moment she steps inside, halting only upon noticing the door out being shaped differently from the one to her room. THe beeping does startle the healer at first, although it's certainly easier than trying to guess which direction the pilot is in. Between that and keeping a steady flow of energy going into the Magitech eye, it doesn't take her very long to find Juno. "Hey, Ju-um... -py." She glances behind herself briefly before stepping closer, her voice dropping significantly to barely louder than a whisper. "Do I call you something else in here or...?" She's got some sense, at least. Sanary's also dressed much more sharply than their last meeting, wearing a three-piece suit and actually having her hair tied up in a neat ponytail.
Juno Eclipse	"Just call me Blackout. Or whatever you want to call me, honestly; it makes no difference to me, as long as it's not that other name." Juno waves a hand, careless, perhaps forgetting for a moment that Sanary can't see the gesture. Or maybe she can, by the look of that Magitech eye, but she wouldn't presume to know its capabilities. It's not Imperial technology. "It doesn't really matter." The booth is gestured at. "Have a seat. Do you drink? I recommend the eyeblaster. Actually, no I don't; I want one of us sober because I very much plan on not being sober." She grins, but it's not a particularly pleased expression. "Roaring drunk, in point of fact." On cue, she takes a drink of hers. "Might as well take this opportunity to get to know some of my allies better, while I'm at it. Thanks for coming. You already know my name, and I'm loathe to say it here, so I'll skip the introductions."
Sanary Rondel	"Blackout, then. Hmm. Kinda feel like I should make a blind crack about that, but... Nah. Moment's gone." Snickering briefly to herself, Sanary lets herself get settled into the seat first before cutting off the flow of energy to her eye, the light sheen fading to signify that it is indeed off. "I drink a little bit, but not that much. Someone's gotta make sure nobody gets eaten by bears." She chuckles again and rubs her neck, offering the pilot something of a reassuring look. "I'lll drag you out by the end of this, don't worry." Slouching back in the seat, the healer lets out a relaxed sigh before calling one of the waiters over and ordering a plate of wings with a soda. "Haven't seen you since that time in Chicago. Although... Guess this is the first time I've actually /seen/ you." She laughs again before going quiet with an awkward grunt. "...A-anyway. So. How've you been?"
Juno Eclipse	"Oh. Sorry." Juno reaches up and rubs at her forehead with one hand, sighing a little irritable. It's another sloppy mistake on top of a few of them tonight, and sloppy isn't her usual style. Tonight, though, she isn't terribly inclined to care. "I forget sometimes." "In my line of work, if you lose your sight, you don't fly any more." She's not used to mingling with blind people, in other words. "I almost lost an eye, myself. One of those shinki employed by the Union. Somehow it managed to infiltrate the ship's air ducts, and had a lucky blaster shot that grazed my face. I've got a good track record with the Confederate's healers. One of your predecessors did such good work that you wouldn't even know my eye was regenerated. It's a slightly different colour, but even I have to look closely to notice." Leaning back against her bench, she takes a drink of that noxious glass, sighing hersef, though from regret or alcohol burn or relaxation, it's hard to say. "Thanks. I've got one of those jobs where I can't trust myself to relax /there/, either. Officially, I don't exist. My records have been sealed. Only Confederate allies, Inquisitor Starkiller, PROXY, Lord Vader, and the Emperor himself have the clearance to access them. I'm virtually a ghost." "So you can see why I'm a little upset if my name gets out there. It's... not something that concerns me personally, but it would be disastrous to my career. My name isn't /supposed/ to be out there. I suspect it's as much a danger to me because of backlash from my own superiors as it is anything else." Another drink, and she scowls at the burn. "I'm going to have to figure out what to do about that Mister Fairfax, but I've got to do something. I'm less concerned about those pilots. If the Empire's found them, they're dead men anyway; I have no illusions about that."
Sanary Rondel	Raising an eyebrow at the apology, it takes Sanary a moment to realize where it's coming from. Once she does, though, she chuckles again and shakes her head before pumpingenergy into the eye again. "Ah, right. Never told you, did I? I got a little.. Procedure done." She points at the eye, trying to draw attention to the light sheen that returns as it begins functioning again. "Magic goes in, sight comes back. Also, sometimes exploding lasers." Definitely a nice bonus. She lets out a low whistle-like blowing noise as Juno recalls her story about the Union shinki, leaning in briefly to get a better look at the pilot's face. "Huh... Yeah, looks like they did a good job on that. Wonder if I could actually do that one day..." Shrugging again, the healer leans back again to listen, grabbing a wing to munch on that once the plate arrives. "Gotta keep it secret, then.. I get ya. Well... What about what was going on before? Jinx is... Hard to ignore." Snorting briefly, Sanary immediately regrets that reflex at the burning sensation of having wing sauce in her nose. "Nngh... Fff. B-but yeah. If she's loud enough, maybe... Nobody'll notice?" She's trying to sound hopeful, if rather uncertain about the likelihood of all that.
Juno Eclipse	"You did? You did," Juno corrects herself, leaning across the table and narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. "Sorry. I tend not to notice the little things. I've got about as much free time with the Inquisition as I'd had with the TIE fighter, which is to say, 'not very much.' Technically speaking, I'm on call, most of the time. I could be ordered to fly Inquisitor Starkiller somewhere at any time." Leaning back again, she taps at her glass, arching a pale brow. "Fortunately, I happen to know that I have tomorrow off-duty, because even an institution as powerful and feared as the Inquisition can't run its employees every hour of the day and night." "Lieutenant Medusa Gorgon. She's... gone, and it must have happened while I was on Inquisitorial business. For a while there I was out of communication for a few standard months." Juno shrugs, draining her glass and setting it aside, giving a two-fingered salute toward the nearest waitstaff. "Corellian whisky," she instructs. "The cheaper, the better." She sighs, eyeing the plate for a few seconds, as though deciding whether she wants to put any of that in her stomach. With a shrug, she takes one, gnawing on it absently wile she considers an answer. "Maybe. You're pretty good from all that I hear, although magic is hardly my strong suit." "Jinx? Good for distraction, if you need one. What happened is I was ordered by my illustrious Imperial superiors to run an attack on Mining Station Zepyhr while it was in Union hands, and I was to lead a hand-picked TIE squadron. That's all fine and good, but one thing to understand about TIE fighters is that they're absolutely shoddy construction. The absolute worst parts of mass production out there for the galaxy to see. Sneeze and your machine might well blow up. So, I lost a number of pilots, and the two that remained were captured by the enemy, because their bloody machines failed, and they were sitting ducks in the void. They must have told everything they knew, and the only thing that spared me is the fact that although they knew my name, they didn't connect it with me at the time, because they'd not had the time to speak with me before the mission." Sighing through her teeth, she shrugs. "I'm hoping nobody noticed. Realistically, that's most likely the case. People on the broadband have a tendency to talk about the most inane things, and things of potential import are often overlooked. I suppose I can leave it lie for a week or two, and hopefully nothing will come of it. Perhaps, if I keep my head down, Mister Fairfax won't be inclined to do any follow-up investigation." "I guess she's useful for that, and had them talking about someting entirely different." A shrug, and she finishes off the wing in hand. "Oh, and don't worry about the tab. Order anything else you like. My treat. Heh... I've already got a running tab here."
Sanary Rondel	"That... Starkiller. Wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that Starlord guy, would he?" It's not clear from the tone of her voice whether Sanary's asking that as a joke or a genuine question, but.. It could really go either way. All depending on Juno's reaction, of course. "Breaks are always good. Could use one myself, but I've got some stuff coming up soon. That's.. Bleh." The healer hangs her head for a moment, although she does raise it with a puzzled expression on her face from the mention of Medusa. "I've heard that name a few times. Sorry to hear that." She eyes the drinks going around the bar for a moment, debating whether or not to order one for herself before deciding against it. She already got her soda, after all, and she's not about to let the free refills go to waste. The praise is enough to keep her satisfied, anyway, and the chicken wings are doing a decent enough job themselves. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't even know how my thing works. But as long as I take out any shrapnel and set whatever bones before I use it, things usually work out fine." Sanary listens to Juno recounting the day's events intently, her expression shifting from neutral to apprehensive the moment she talks about the shoddy construction. She doesn't even look all that surprised by the time she gets to the end of it. "... Yeesh. If they're gonna send you out with crap, they should at least send a lot of people. For the numbers advantage and stuff. Well, the broadband is pretty bad, and... She glances around again. "Between Jinx and people being pissed at Lute? I don't think anyone else is even gonna hear about you." The offer to have the food paid for draws a satisfied noise from the healer as she crams another wing into her mouth, polishing it off cleanly and quickly before even removing it. "You sure? I can eat a lot of these things."
Juno Eclipse	"Hn? That Star-Lord fellow?" Juno glances up, raising a brow in clear skepticism, and then she gives a dry bark of a laugh. "Absolutely not. Believe me, there's no relation. None at all. Starkiller is a professional, and a member of the Imperial Inquisition. This Star-Lord fellow sounds like an idiot." She reaches up, raising a hand in careless gesture. "You will. She was highly regarded, although I won't lie; her methods are a bit creepy. And also painful. Excruciatingly so, in fact, to the point where intervention was needed when she was working on my eye. A Force-sensitive Senior Captain was required on hand to keep me calm." Relative term, of course. "New to healing, then? I'll keep that in mind if I ever crash a starship on your watch." She might be a good pilot, but she has no illusions that she'll never do that. She's crashed before, and it'll happen again. "Heh." She shrugs. "They do. A TIE squadron is a minimum of twelve. Ordinarily they rely on swarm tactics, using an entire wing to saturate a target objective or area; but for some reason, only one was sent. Believe me, I did some polite yelling about that, and I think it got the message through that even twelve against one is useless against an Elite combatant." Ah, bureaucrats. The bane of any galaxy. "Heh. Thanks. And knock yourself out, Miss Rondel." Juno grins. "It's the least I can do. I'm not a pretty drunk. I can't make any promises, but I'll try not to be too philosophical or depressing. Or philosophically depressed." Fortunately, as it will turn out, the pilot will not be either philosophical or depressed, stopping well before she hits that point. Discretion is the better part of valour, and she doesn't know Sanary well enough to get roaring drunk as she'd threatened. By the time the night's through, she'll still be sober enough to count out the right amount to pay the tab, and even walk out the door she came in through under her own power... a bit wobbly, perhaps, but still in control.