The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Lords of the Expanse: Hunting Grounds...

[Rorworr]

"Mmmm, seafood." Rorworr stares in through the window of the restaurant. "Looks a little upmarket from the last time we ate out."

 

[Set Harth]

"And far more appetizing," Agrees Set. "Though it appears to attract a childish sort." Set nods towards a small herd of alien children, including a gammoren and several aleenas, and something unidentifiable, just entering the establishment. "Oh well at least Kaz can get his happy meal." Jokes Set.

 

[Pbartender]

Staring in through the window, Rorworr can a see a small cozy restaurant decorated with subdued paper lanterns and large watercolors paintings of underwater scenes stretching across the walls. A tall desk with a cash register stands near the door, and a cocktail bar sit in the back corner.

The chaperone of the youngsters picks up a very large take-out order concealed within a hefty sack at the resister, pays for it and ushers the childern back out onto the sidewalk.

The near-human waitress behind the register has an exotic look about her, though can't exactly say why. She wears her long, black hair done up in a tight bun, and is wearing a long, red shimmersilk robe embroidered with thrashing gold sea serpents. She glares at the nose-print Rorworr has left on the front window.

 

[Deel Surool]

Deel holds the door open for the others, "Shall we go in?"

"Mori will be expecting us," he tells the waitress, who nods and heads off to prepare a table at the back of the restaurant. The nasal twang of some sort of stringed instrument floats through the dining room's hidden sound system to the accompanyment of some sort of reed pipe.

 

[Arani Korden]

Arani steps into the restaraunt, and takes a moment to look over the place. She smiles broadly.

"Deel, this place is fantastic! I love the lanterns. And the food smells wonderful."

 

[Valara]

"Deel, this place is fantastic! I love the lanterns. And the food smells wonderful."

Valara sighs at the wonderful scents pervading the resturant. She walks along the wall looking at each of the beautiful paintings in turn. When she is back where she started she smiled at Deel and Arani, "Zheev will be upset with me if I don't bring him back something to eat." she tells the noble woman.

"What do they serve here? the animals in the pictures? I have never such creatures before, how do they hunt something soo large?""

 

[Deel Surool]

"What do they serve here? the animals in the pictures? I have never such creatures before, how do they hunt something soo large?""

"Mostly, yes. The smaller creatures are caught with traps or nets, and the larger ones are hunted with very long spears." The waitress whispers something into Deel's ear, and the Twi'lek gestures to the large, round table that has been prepared for them, "Please, everyone, sit. Mori is preparing for us a veritable feast of delicacies."

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Sia-Lan smiled slightly, standing still and looking over everything around her. "A feast, Deel? You said the magic words that go straight to my heart." Her cerulean blue eyes traveled across the paintings, the decor, the other beings in the restaurant with intense curiousity and detail before diverting her attention to other more important things at hand.

Closing her eyes briefly, Sia inhaled the aromas, letting them play across her senses, drift into her mind and settled there to water her mouth with thoughts of the delicacies. Perhaps she wouldn't be able to recognize but scant few of them, but she could imagine how divine they must taste.

"Hey, solider, can you eat with your mask on?" the Jedi suddenly asked peering over at Deel's companion, Vor'en. "Does it have holes in it? Do you use a straw?"

 

[Arani Korden]

"Mostly, yes. The smaller creatures are caught with traps or nets, and the larger ones are hunted with very long spears." The waitress whispers something into Deel's ear, and the Twi'lek gestures to the large, round table that has been prepared for them, "Please, everyone, sit. Mori is preparing for us a veritable feast of delicacies."

Arani stands, casually waiting for some gentleman or other to pull out a chair for her.

 

[Kaz Lo]

Arani may be shocked to find out that the man she is waiting on is none other than the oil-slicked Zabrak whom she led from the Pathfinder. Kaz yanks both of their chairs out, sits in his, and smacks the seat of hers,

"Rest that thang right here. If the food in this place really is anythang like them pictures, we're gonna be here awhile."

Kaz Lo puts on his big, goofy smile and leans onto the table with both elbows like it was a bar.