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Coruscant was a lot of things. Home was not one of them. The flight down here had been nerve wracking -- getting anywhere that the Sith occupied usually was. The reason Tykan had come? To make a sale. A vast majority of Coruscant's population were brainwashed in one way or the other. Some eagerly believed in the Sith propaganda, and some were too afraid to not believe it. Still, a small fraction of folk didn't care either way. These were the folk of the undercity; parts of Coruscant that even the Sith did not try to tame.
If the Republic fell, then they would no doubt work on cleansing the lower levels of the city planet. As it was, the lower levels of Coruscant were safer than any other place near the galactic core. It was the perfect place to do a bit of business. There was a problem, however, and it manifested in the rather large Weequay standing in front of the cantina door.
"You got business pup?" The alien garbled in heavily accented basic. Tykan chewed on his lower lip. This cantina was one of hundreds on the main strip. Level 1214 was known for its red light district, after all. Out of all those decrepit places, Tykan had chosen this one. He wasn't going to be denied.
"That I do. See the Strill?" He pointed down at Riny, "She's picked up a scent. You've got someone with a price on their head in there." A lie, but the Weequay here weren't known for their intelligence.
"Oh yeah? What kinda bounty?"
"Sith bounty."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Let me in, and a finder's fee will find its way to you. What's your name?" Tykan cracked an amused smile. The Weequay's demeanor had rapidly shifted. The promise of credits, in times like these, was too much to resist for some.
"Raylaq Bin-hazin. You let 'em know." The alien blustered. Tykan nodded, Riny mewled, and the Weequay opened the door. The duo stepped inside.
The interior was akin to many of the other cantinas. Dancers and a band provided atmosphere in the far right corner. To the left, beings of a various races drained their credits on slot machines. Ahead lay the tables and the bar itself. This place would do.
"C'mon girl. Need to speak with the bartender."
[member="Helio Maleen"]
If the Republic fell, then they would no doubt work on cleansing the lower levels of the city planet. As it was, the lower levels of Coruscant were safer than any other place near the galactic core. It was the perfect place to do a bit of business. There was a problem, however, and it manifested in the rather large Weequay standing in front of the cantina door.
"You got business pup?" The alien garbled in heavily accented basic. Tykan chewed on his lower lip. This cantina was one of hundreds on the main strip. Level 1214 was known for its red light district, after all. Out of all those decrepit places, Tykan had chosen this one. He wasn't going to be denied.
"That I do. See the Strill?" He pointed down at Riny, "She's picked up a scent. You've got someone with a price on their head in there." A lie, but the Weequay here weren't known for their intelligence.
"Oh yeah? What kinda bounty?"
"Sith bounty."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Let me in, and a finder's fee will find its way to you. What's your name?" Tykan cracked an amused smile. The Weequay's demeanor had rapidly shifted. The promise of credits, in times like these, was too much to resist for some.
"Raylaq Bin-hazin. You let 'em know." The alien blustered. Tykan nodded, Riny mewled, and the Weequay opened the door. The duo stepped inside.
The interior was akin to many of the other cantinas. Dancers and a band provided atmosphere in the far right corner. To the left, beings of a various races drained their credits on slot machines. Ahead lay the tables and the bar itself. This place would do.
"C'mon girl. Need to speak with the bartender."
[member="Helio Maleen"]