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PICK YOUR POISON
PIC PROMPTS / TFLN / RANDOM SCENARIO
HAN SOLO velocities	BETTY MCRAE bombsheller	RIVER TAM subsulcus	RIVER TAM (AU) comprehender
SIMON TAM vest	BRIA THAREN exulted	NADINE CROSS bridaled	GU JUN-PYO toddler
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idk what i'm doing, but here you go

[assimilate]

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away— For some reason, Obi-Wan Kenobi didn't come to this particular bar while looking for ship to take him and his shiny new Skywalker apprentice to Alderaan. The person at the bar irritating the hell out of the patrons and bartender alike is instead a tall blonde woman who could easily pass as Human if not for the cybernetic implants visible throughout the parts of her body that weren't concealed beneath her coat and clothes.

Someone gets a little too riled; someone always does— But there's no need to intervene.

The hand of the wrist that lands on her shoulder is broken with an audible snap, the woman issuing a cool, "You will keep your hands to yourself."

His companion doesn't heed her words and soon finds himself unconscious at her feet. One single press of her fingers to a tender spot between the man's neck and shoulder and he's out like a light.

She steps over his body, brushing past Chewbacca as she makes her way to a table near Han's.

No one follows her. Nobody dares.

this is awkward and short

[velocities]

No, Han supposes no one would, except maybe someone with a death wish.

Probably why he's the only one openly watching her and then, in a show of idiocy, raises his glass in her direction as the cantina band starts up again.

shush

[assimilate]

It's thanks to Tom Paris and the various holodeck simulations he's encouraged her to be a part of — from bars set deep in the heart of Paris to the many adventures of Captain Proton — that Seven recognizes the gesture. It's a friendly one, meant in good spirits, and seems to contrast heavily against the otherwise hostile natures of the other patrons crowding this establishment. She'd raise a glass to him in turn, but she is without a drink of her own.

Not wanting to appear rude, Seven gets up from her seat and makes her way over to his booth. Her steps are even, her stride confident.

"I apologize," she says, her words as smooth as her step. "I do not require liquid sustenance at this time, otherwise I would have raised my glass to you in turn."