~Raile~
Raile sighs as his fighter drops out of hyperspace, scanning the locality. His long-range scanners had detected some technology at this locale, though all of it appeared foreign. He only hesitates a few moments before disengaging his fighter from its hyperdrive transport ring. Every time he did so now, it felt like an inordinate risk. Even if he was still in transmission range of the Republic, he could not risk contacting them for a replacement if someone decided to destroy it. He doesn't have much of a choice though as he's in need of supplies. Perhaps this place is far enough away for him to rest or stay for a time. His R4 unit beeps and Raile nods, "Yes, we're landing."
His arrow-head shaped Aethersprite-class fighter slices into the atmosphere of the small planetoid and he reaches out with the Force. There's life...life and thought. And his scanners still detect technology that must be ships of some sort. He zeros in on a reasonably-sized if shabby construction of...wood? Apparently this place hadn't heard of duracrete or plasteel, or had no access to proper building supplies. And yet the ships parked outside were definitely of a higher technological level than the structure itself.
He maneuvers his fighter in deftly and lands a bit away from the other ships, opening the canopy. He sighs again as he climbs out of the craft and seals it again. He touches the lightsaber over his shoulder as well as the one at his waist self-consciously. He supresses a pang of sadness at touching his former master's saber. His old master's final action had been to push his lightsaber into Raile's hands and tell the young Jedi Knight to flee. He allows his hand to remain reverently on the lightsaber for a few moments before removing it and squaring his shoulders, pulling the hood of his robe up over his head. He glances at the droid ensconced in the back of his fighter, "Keep an eye on the ship, R4...we might need to make a hasty exit." The droid beeps his acceptance and falls silent as Raile turns and walks toward the woefully dilapidated-looking structure.
Raile doesn't know what the structure is or what it's purpose might be, but it seems to be the place where all the people are located. He glances around as he walks toward the structure and sees two aliens of a species the likes of which he's never seen before. One appears masculine, while the other is smaller and has a feminine air. Both are shades of blue, but they seem to posess both a lower and an upper body, the latter being humanoid while the former seems more like a slight beast of burden. Neither wore any clothing, but the one Raile perceives as being male has some sort of cross-harness over the upper portion of his body with what appear to be curved sticks hanging down on either side, perhaps weapons of a sort. He also notices what appear to be blasters on both creatures. He closes his eyes and takes the opportunity to wrap himself in serenity. The loneliness is a terrible feeling, but only if he allows it to truly touch him.
He continues on, walking through archaic swinging double doors, and uses both hands to pull his hood back, revealing his young-appearing and slightly angular face. He looks around the room and immediately recognizes the place as a type of cantina, though none like he'd ever before seen. There are some humans and he's glad of it, though they wear garb completely foreign to him. His eye suddenly catches a human wearing a light brown robe...a lighter shade than his own but there is no mistaking its meaning. He stands to his full 5'11" height, his green eyes flashing emerald fire in excitement before he schools his features and walks calmly to the bar a good distance from the other robed individual. He supresses his features again as a new surge of hope and joy breaks through his strict serenity. To see another Jedi...if that was what he was...he has to be...Raile shakes his head a bit, his short-cropped dirty-blond hair barely moving with the motion. He glances at what appears to be the bartender, the humanoid staring at him stoicly, expectantly.
"I don't suppose you have any Blacknip or, Force be with me, Whyren's Reserve?" The BT wordlessly reaches under the counter and comes up with a somewhat dusty bottle of amber-gold liquid. Raile's eyes raise in surprise and a smile manages to break through his facade. This was welcome indeed. Rarely had Raile seen the liquor native to Corellia beyond the "Brothers" themselves, and what he had seen had cost a star-system and a half. The BT produces ice from under the counter as well as a tumbler, and pours the smooth liquid for Raile, setting the bottle beside the mostly-filled glass. Raile pulls a few credits from his belt and sets them on the bar counter, picking up the tumbler and drinking gratefully, wholly savoring the liquor.
The implications behind this establishment actually having at least one bottle of Whyren's Reserve meant that they must've had contact with the Republic at one time or another despite being well and truly beyond the outer rim. Perhaps, Raile thought, he'd be able to find help. The other Jedi was as much a welcome surprise as the liquor, perhaps he would have news...maybe he would know what was going on in the Republic. For the first time in months, Raile feels hopeful as he drinks, silently watching the room and listening.
