Korn Kray'ac
Magnet
"This is your moment.
You may think that you're scared, but you're not.
That isn't fear, that's your sharpness, that's your power."
—Camina Drummer, The Expanse
Music IC
In a city.
On Corellia.
But not Coronet City.
That is the capital city.
Which means there must be
Other cities beside the one city.
…I…mean I guess I kinda…think..?
Moving on.
Moving along.
The point, really,
Is that this setting
Is simply just a city.
Specifically in a cantina, and one I’ve named.
The name of this cantina is called The Expanse.
Very original, O quite so, and exquisitely so plain.
I don’t always break fourth walls, honestly, my man.
Anyway, in The Expanse, name of that cantina.
In the back, but not a corner, sits just one man.
He is dressed in a tan suede jacket, sits above
Blue jeans, black boots too. He’s Mandalorian.
But you would not know it by looking at him.
His clan, you really have not ever heard of it.
He’s just a man in a cantina enjoying a drink.
Yet, while he relaxes, he’s here for one thing.
Two things, maybe. Gain information on his quarry.
And to hire himself to any in need of a mercenary.
In this city on Corellia, like many cities, is a cantina.
Can get rough, but he’s content sipping his vodka.
Say the wrong thing to someone, though and maybe
That someone would draw a blaster for your noggin.
That’s a clue to come here if looking for mercenaries.
Whatever the job, really, if a Mando is being honest.
The Mandalorian mercenary isn’t really well known.
But the barkeep will point him out to those asking.
In time, he’ll end up getting up for another drink.
Name is Korn but ‘Magnet’ is all barkeep knows.
Of course, you don’t need to be looking for hired muscle.
Maybe you came for infobrokers, smugglers, or a drink.
Either way, it’s a decent sized cantina, so grab a seat.
But careful if you’ve come here looking for trouble.