Black Hole Cantina

[kanila]

Entering through what at first look was a random doorway you are greeted by the well lit cantina. In a scrolling text above the bar the words Black Hole Cantina flash in multiple different languages. Some of which aren’t even recognizable. As you take a look around the area, all manner of species can be seen. A dizzying array of clothes hints that not just one era is present.

"Welcome. You appear confused. Allow me to explain. The cantina you are currently in resides outside of the normal. Anyone can enter, but the door of origin varies by individual. Don’t worry. When you exit you will return to your original location. There is no threat of ‘cross contamination’ by others into your world. Enjoy your time here."

Spoiler:

Bring your characters from other games and flesh out their background and personality! Start a fight! Drink away your troubles after a botched job! The non-cannon (for the forum at least!) cantina is here to fill the void!

[swrider]

a humanoid figure passes into the cantina hearing the Droid speak. The human reaches out as if grabbing a large invisible creature. From s crouched position he looks up at the Droid. wait are you saying we can't get drunk?

[kanila]

"All of the finest drinks are available here my good sir. All you need to do is ask. So? What will it be?"

[swrider]

Smiling at the droid the human replies An Emperor's Aneurysm for me and a bowl of water for the Nexu. You were a good girl helping me take on all those imps weren't you. Yes you were. The last bit occurs as the human makes petting motions around the invisible creature.

[kanila]

"That... will certainly not be an issue." The droid pauses for a moment as it observes the odd behavior but stores it in its databanks if it comes up again. With a flourish the droid mixes the requested drink and skids it across the bar to the waiting human. At the same time with less showmanship another droid brings the bowl of water. Unsure where the Nexu is, it hesitantly sets the bowl near the humans feet before disappearing.

[kanila]

Doc looks around at the clearly foreign surroundings before approaching the bar. "I’m clearly not on Kamino anymore. Where the kriff is this place?" Removing his helmet he runs his gloved hands over his head before staring at the droid behind the bar. ”Corrilian whiskey. Can’t think about this sober.”

[swrider]

"Order Up." The droid slides the requested drink to the clone trooper across the counter of the Cantina, before continuing to take orders from other customers.

[kanila]

He raises his glass and nodded to the nearest patron. "Here’s to hoping I’m not actually dead." With the vague statement said he began drinking his whiskey and mulling over his thoughts. Was this what happens when you die? There’s no way this could be real. Though the whiskey tasted real enough!

[swrider]

Helios seeing the individual with clone armor walk in lets his natural curiosity overwhelm him. Waking towards the individual he beckons to his imaginary pet Nexu to join him. Approaching the clone he raises his glass An honest to goodness clone. I never thought I would meet one of you. Tell me is it true that you guys had to do whatever the emperor told you no matter what?

[kanila]

He quirks an eyebrow at the strange question. "Uh? The who now? I don’t know of any of the Jedi Generals becoming an Emperor. Where did you hear a rumor like that?"

[swrider]

All your generals are from the same family? You'd think a family so prestigious would be well known, but I've never heard the name Jedi before. Bar keep, a drink for my friend here! Anyways do you like to gamble?