You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. A popular drinking and dining establishment located in the city of Mos Eisley on the desert world of Tatooine, Chalmun's Spaceport Cantina is run by the Wookiee Chalmun.

A single story building made of sandstone, the cantina consists of a bar area, private offices, a VIP lounge, a private hangar, a basement, and a phony shop in the rear. It caters to all sorts from across the galaxy, with spacious areas and wide arched doorways to allow patrons of all sizes passage. Unsurprisingly, a fair share of these guests lend to the cantina’s seedy reputation.

Entering through a small portal on one side of the building, a small passage curves around into the main bar area. Featuring many themed spigots resembling the heads of IG-series assassin droids, the bar is capable of producing several dozen drinks of Chalmun's own concoctions. Surrounded by eight different alcoves filled with stools, tables, and even a bandstand, the bar wraps from the public area around into the private back room.

Whack!

Drachen and Teikhos slammed three freshly emptied shot glasses — one for each liver between them — onto the bar in unison. The two reprobate Jedi immediately bit into wedges of some tart desert fruit, gasping harshly as the shots burned their way down.

"Rancor tequila is a sithspawn's piss," Drachen commented.

"Yeah," Teikhos croaked. "Another round?"

"Sure." The more senior Jedi lifted one of the empty glasses in front of them and waved it in the direction of the bartender. "You get a look at the new Zeltron girl Vorsa brought in?"

"Not as good a look as I'd like." Aura Ta'var was, well, Aura, and although they hadn't really met, it didn't take more than a glance for Teikhos to notice that she moved like a jungle cat.

"Gonna make a pass at her?"

"Unless she beats me to it."

"Bartender! We're still upright over here," Drachen called out. The pair hadn't come all the way out to this rock to stay sober. Turning back to his companion, he groaned. "Oh no, this again?" Teikhos had his 'hey baby' grin on. Across the room, a Pantoran in a light, flowing, nearly translucent shimmersilk dress was giggling and twirling a strand of lavender hair around one finger. "This is why I don't go to bars with you anymore."

"Huh?" Teikhos looked back at his friend with concern.

"You're going to ditch me for that blue chick," Drachen scowled.

"Hey man, I'd never ditch you."

"You're definitely going to ditch me. You do this every time."

"I don't —"

"Every time. Now where's the kriffin' bartender?"

"Don't be like that, Eddy," the Zeltron grumbled. "We're bros."

"You bros with that guy, too?" Drachen said, gesturing back towards the Pantoran. A Human male, barely over a meter and a half tall and almost as wide, was storming over to them, flanked by two beefy Aqualish. Teikhos hadn't even noticed them sitting at the girl's table.

"Kark. I hate it when the boyfriend gets involved. The little guys always want a fight, too."

"Might do you good," Edgar grumbled. "Hey! Bartender!" he bellowed, finally seeming to catch the Weequay's attention. "I am way too sober for this crap."

One of the Aqualish thugs gave Teikhos a gratuitous shove when the trio made it to the bar. The Human puffed himself up and started to lay into it. "Hey, pretty boy. You're making my friend uncomfortable."

"Yeah, you're probably right," the Zeltron sighed, giving a longing glance back at the Pantoran. "I should probably go comfort her. Pretty sure I can take the edge off with a little —"

"That's. My. Woman," the man growled, murder in his eyes.

"Here's a small piece of advice, little buddy: she's her own damn woman."

"Break his face!" the Human barked.

Drachen rolled his eyes at the bartender, who had finally made his way over with the bottle of tequila. Reaching out with both his hand and his mind, Drachen yanked the bottle away with the Force, grabbed the neck in his hand, and then pivoted in his chair. The bottle made an immensely satisfying noise as it smashed into an Aqualish head, and he went down. "Huh. This thing is pretty solid," the Jedi nodded approvingly to the bartender.

"Whoa! Guys," the Zeltron said, hands up defensively in front of them. One waved slightly to the side as he made eye contact with the other thug. "You don't need this crap tonight." The creature grumbled a reply that Teikhos didn't understand, but seemed agreeable. "You should go take your friend for a walk so he can cool off." The Aqualish gurgled some more, then turned towards the door and yanked the Human by the arm towards it.

"What? You idiot!" he screeched, pulling a vibroblade from his belt and jamming it into the Aqualish's forearm. The pair of Jedi winced as he howled with pain and surprise. "I'll be back," the Human hissed, gesturing aggressively with the knife and flinging droplets of blood at the Jedi in the process. The pair recoiled from the spatter as the Human darted for the exit.

"Easy there, big guy," Teikhos cooed at the injured goon, closing his eyes as he drifted into the warm waters of the Force. "This ain't much, but maybe we can stop the bleeding until you can get to a medcenter."

But no sooner had the injured Aqualish staggered out of the bar than the Human returned with a full posse of nearly a dozen armed thugs.

Edgar again using the Force pulls another bottle towards him, started pouring himself a tall class of Corellian whiskey when heard the midget scream to his henchmen “There’s the Zeltron and his friend make them pay for disrespecting me and smashing Jimmy the Walrus’ face!”

Drachen sat calmly, taking a long sip of his whiskey trying to enjoy it as the 12 approached him and his drinking buddy. They loudly shoved their way over towards the duo. Edgar only stopped and groaned loudly when Teikhos grabbed his arm and loudly commented “What are you doing you know they are coming for you too right?”

“You know what my dear friend your right?” Edgar slurring his words slightly, as the herd of men had gotten so loud the bottles on the shelves behind the bar were starting to shake. “This isn’t one of those times where we go out for a few drinks and you leave me for some hot chick in the bar. Nope! Not at all, it’s the other times where you do something so dumb we wake up in the local jail answering questions about bodily injuries and property damage.”

Before the Zeltron could even respond his attention was focus on the first of the two large men about to reach him. He braced and readied himself for the incoming attack when Edgar stood up and with impressive speed picked up his barstool and threw it at the nearest attacker catching him completely so off guard that he didn’t have time to block the stool from hitting him in the face. Causing him to fall backwards into the guy following right behind him sending them both to the floor.

With that move, the rest of the attackers stopped dead in their tracks and starting to encircle the two Jedi. The music also stopped and most of the uninterested parties headed for the door, the bartender was screaming something but the grey Jedi wasn’t focused on him so he couldn’t make it out. His attention went straight to Teikhos and then the men standing in a half circle around them. The goon that got the bar stool to the face was now standing almost in front of Edgar with a face full of blood most likely from the broken nose he just received.

“Nice Shot Ed, but I hope you have more of a plan to deal with the rest of these guys?” The Pretty Zeltron nervously asked.

Quickly reaching back to take another sip of his drink and quickly noticing out of the corner of his eye that the midget was on the other side of the bar verbally abusing “his girl” to the point that she was crying. This annoyed edgar a little too much that he turned his full attention to the bleeding goon in front of him.

“Well my dear friend my original plan was to let these guys help you earn a few scars on that pretty face of yours but now I guess ….” using the Force to pull one of the bar stool legs that was lying on the floor to his hand and then spinning and a full circle to break it over the bleeding goon in front of him knocking him out cold before he even touch the ground, “I’ll have to help you teach them a lesson.”

Then as if a starting pistol went off the rest of the 11 goons all rushed the 2 Jedis. Teikhos was able to easily knockdown and throw the first 2 men that reached him but the next stayed there distance. Tekihos was too focused on this second set for him to notice the one goon he threw to the floor, was already up and blindsided the Jedi with a right hook. His head was now ringing and his vision blurred a little but he was still able to defend himself, as it was only now that he wished he didn’t pick a bar that has a no weapons policy. Edgar wanted to bring something with him but Teikhos was completely against it. As he put it “We are just going out for a few drinks. So what could possible go wrong?”

As Teikhos eyes locked on his nearest assailant he could hear Edgar trash talking his assailants and what sounded like a lot of property damage going on behind him.

Teikhos slipped back, mostly out of range of the incoming punch as he batted his attacker’s first to one side. He repeated the motion once, twice, stopping abruptly as he backed into one of the other goons who’d managed to slip behind him. The undodged punch snapped Teikhos’ head back over one shoulder. Whatever massive hulk of a sentient was behind him clamped both arms around the Zeltron’s torso, pinning Teikhos’ arms to his sides and squeezing the breath from him.

The first assailant, a Gran, threw a cross directly at the Jedi’s nose, but his wrist collapsed with a loud pop as it struck a solid wall of force a few inches short of its target. The Gran cried out in pain, the sound some unholy cross between a scream and a bleat. As he staggered back, a greasy, hairy Human stepped forward, swinging a length of metal pipe in a wide arc. It, too, stopped abruptly as it struck the barrier; the Human’s arms ricocheted back and the pipe went flying off, striking the Gran in the shoulder and knocking it to the ground. Teikhos locked eyes with the stunned Human and motioned with his wrist.

“Give me a minute, ok?”

Then he threw himself forward, doubling over and pulling the goon holding him off balance. His grip loosened just enough for the Zeltron to jerk an elbow back and into his side. The blow didn’t have much force to it the first time, or the second, but the constant barrage of one elbow, then the other, wore his enemy down enough to weaken his grip, and the Jedi managed to slip down and under it. Wasting no time, Teikhos darted away at a full sprint, making a beeline for the overturned table the Pantoran girl was using for cover.

“Hey,” he said to the girl with a crooked grin. “Hope I didn’t ruin your evening.” Glancing back over the table, the Zeltron did a quick scan of the room.

Edgar, for all his griping about the trouble, seemed to be having the time of his life. No less than four of the thugs were attempting to get a clean hit on him, but Drachen kept dancing out of the way as if he knew when each swing was coming. Nearly every missed swing presented an opening, and nearly every opening was met with a Force-augmented punch or kick from Ed. Those poor schuttas. They should have brought some firepower, Teikhos mused. And then he looked over at the little guy and the henchman beside him as they finished assembling some piece of equipment. Grinning ear to ear, the tiny boss lifted —

Oh frack, is that a TL-50? Teikhos recovered from the shock in time to cry out a warning. “Eddy!”

And then the boss turned toward his true prey, the Zeltron. “Happy Life Day, ya filthy animal!” Cackling, he unleashed hell. The Jedi ducked back down, throwing up a dome of force above himself and the Pantoran. “Your boyfriend really needs to lighten up,” he grunted.

“He’s not my boyfriend! This was a blind date,” the Pantoran shrieked over the sound of a dozen blaster bolts slamming into the table and the barrier behind it.

You are so not worth this, the Zeltron growled to himself. Well, almost not worth it. He spared a glance up and down the quivering blue form pressed up against him. Ok, totally worth it.

“Eddy! A little help, please?”