John Ash
Only by Fire do we become Ash.
Nar Shaddaa had calmed down after a few days without the Hutts being able to find the person they were after. Most of them had actually given up after a couple of days, but a few more tenacious ones had been looking up till the other. So with the coast now clear, not that they ever knew who he was, John was wandering around the streets of the city without having to keep a closer eye on the crowd than usual. The area around the space ports was thankfully nicer, cleaner, and more secure than the districts away from them. Even the people of Nar Shaddaa understood that trade on and off the moon was the only reason they were able to stay alive.
So John walked into one of the better bars outside of the business district not far from the space port. The inside was more like a club than a dive bar with clean furniture, good music, and people dressed in nicer clothing walking around. The drinks were not watered down and food that was actually edible was being served to people sitting at tables. This was a sight that was welcomed more by outsiders than the one a few days ago with a sudden fire fight breaking out over nothing more than some boredom.
The counter was empty of customers as the bartender served drinks to one of the many wait staff coming for their guests' orders. John walked over to one of the stools and sat down. He held a hand up and caught the bar tender's attention. He said, " Whiskey on the rocks and the skewered nerf." He got a "sure thing" in response. A screen was playing a pod race coming from somewhere out in the galaxy. A small crowd of gamblers had gathered around one of the larger screens as a bookie was taking bets from the poor saps. Yup, this was much better than a few days ago.
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So John walked into one of the better bars outside of the business district not far from the space port. The inside was more like a club than a dive bar with clean furniture, good music, and people dressed in nicer clothing walking around. The drinks were not watered down and food that was actually edible was being served to people sitting at tables. This was a sight that was welcomed more by outsiders than the one a few days ago with a sudden fire fight breaking out over nothing more than some boredom.
The counter was empty of customers as the bartender served drinks to one of the many wait staff coming for their guests' orders. John walked over to one of the stools and sat down. He held a hand up and caught the bar tender's attention. He said, " Whiskey on the rocks and the skewered nerf." He got a "sure thing" in response. A screen was playing a pod race coming from somewhere out in the galaxy. A small crowd of gamblers had gathered around one of the larger screens as a bookie was taking bets from the poor saps. Yup, this was much better than a few days ago.
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