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[last_talon]

And here's a sight.

Well, really, everything could be considered a sight. This particular sight, however, happens to be a pilot. A Corellian one with a ramrod-straight spine. He looks like... like... well, like he's going through basic again. Which, when new squad recruiting is being conducted by Wedge Antilles, you might as well be. Emotionless

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[too_far_in]

She recognises him. Her hands shake slightly as she sets her glass down and tucks now-blonde hair behind her ear. He still looks so broken.

So beaten.

She gets a wait-rat to bring him a whiskey, and puts it on her tab. The one that has her name written neatly as Lara Notsil.

[last_talon]

Myn blinks twice as the rat brings him a Whyren's. It's like... like it knew.

He looks around the room...and spots someone who looks familiar at the bar. Except... she was brunette, wasn't she?

Myn shrugs. People change. Hair color is often the least of it. He walks over and sits down next to her. "Thanks. I'm guessing."

[too_far_in]

"You look a bit down." She says, her accent a soft country drawl. "Drinks help."

[last_talon]

Okay, it's not the same girl. She didn't have that accent before.

"Well, at least I guessed right, even if we hadn't met." He pauses. "Still, thanks. You're perceptive--it's been a rough couple weeks."

[too_far_in]

"Perception is one of my strong suits, yeah." Lara nods, tucking hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry. I've had a bit of a rough time too, but from the look of you, your's must have been worse."

[last_talon]

He shrugs and tilts his glass towards her. "You first."

Myn's never one to waste words. Well, when he's unhappy, he's not.

[too_far_in]

"Oh." She blinks. "Uh, I was a prisoner on a ship. It blew up, I got out. Just kind of traumatising. But I have job now and I'm living on Coruscant...s'not so bad, if you ignore the first half."

[last_talon]

Myn winces. "Sorry to hear that. I mean, I'm glad you're out okay, and on Coruscant and all... but about the prisoner part."

Yes, Myn, let's try for even more awkward the next time you open your mouth, shall we?

[too_far_in]

"I was drugged for most of that bit, don't really remember it." She brushes it off. "Don't say you're sorry. It isn't your fault. I don't even know you."

[last_talon]

Wince. "I'm sor--I mean, that's unfortunate. Both the drugs and the unfamiliarity." Get a grip, Myn!

A moment passes, and he extends a hand. "Call me Myn."

[too_far_in]

"Less unfortunate now I know your name." She smiles, shaking his hand. "Lara."

[last_talon]

"Pleasure to meet you." It's impossible not to smile back at her, even knowing he's got no shot. No one wants a washed-up pilot who can't lead. Don't get your hopes up.

Shut up. Just shut up.

"So you're actually from my galaxy? That's... kinda rare around here."

[too_far_in]

"Yeah." She nods. "I'm from Aldivy. Silly little farm planet."

That Trigit destroyed. She only has to think about the crew he sacrificed to try and save himself and she can affect the pain enough.

[last_talon]

He nods. "Corellia." his eyes drift out of focus, and his memory reaches back to his old career with Security.

He knew he should have stayed in CorSec.

[too_far_in]

She knows this. And when his eyes drift out of focus she steals the moment to grimace almost imperceptively.

"So." She can't think of anything to say. She busies herself with her drink.

[last_talon]

Myn smiles sheepishly and comes back to the moment. "Sorry. Thinking of... family."

He never was a good liar.

"Have you gotten word to your family since you were... released?"