The Admiralty
Nar Shaddaa
Afterhours, that special twilight period between busy as feth and no man’s land. The last few locals and patrons were slowly filling outta the bar, giving Khal a nod, a wave of the hand or a shouted thanks for the good drinks. Didn’t matter how far the Exchange had come, how much Khaleel was earning by the daily, as far as he was concerned he’d always have some time to stand behind the bar, wipe off the counter and pour some drinks when ordered. Just a way of life, ya know? Best manner to stay sane in a fecked world.
It was a couple of days after the Ravens had finally settled down on Nar Shaddaa, the rapture had done good - the Republic was gone, Black Suns all but a wisp, ‘Shaddaa had been neutral zone for some time now, meant that Khal had expected them to come. Now it was chaos in the streets, major players taken down, a new order trying to enforce itself.
Khal just kept on cleaning his glasses, [member="Tacitus Zambrano"] was sitting in one corner, cleaning his gun probably. [member="Grozkalla"] had his own, all was peaceful, all was relaxed and quiet. ‘Least until the door went open and a special guest arrived with his own entourage.
The bluesy melody settled back into the background as Khaleel caught a good look of Bane himself. Would have wanted to say he was surprised, would have been a lie.
‘Well… mister president Bane, I have been expecting you for some time now.’
Khal looked over his drinks and finally settled for a heavy one, suppose that would fit the conversation that would follow.
‘Care for a drink?’