[member="Dark Swarm Narrator"] | [member="Aurelia Rennan"]
Coruscant, it was the farthest north in the Galaxy that Zarack had traveled and though he'd heard about the planet, he'd not expected it to live up to the bustling city world that it was cracked up to be. While Eriadu had been a smaller world and one he knew well, much had changed over the recent weeks and having parted from the Order of the Black Rose with a much larger share of credits than he'd ever had in his life-time (albiet all of seventeen years), he'd taken it upon himself to go out and explore the rest of the Galaxy; or at the least, the more commonly spoken of systems within it.
Much like Coruscant, his life had taken many turns and offered many surprises along the way. Though he'd started off as little more than a street rat, his soon discovery of the Force led to the development of many a skill he never knew he could be so adept to. Then to go so far as you be connected to a group such as the Brethren Court, to find contacts among smugglers, thieves and criminals far more professional than himself, well...-There was a lack of words to describe the way his path had turned, from nothing to having more than he'd ever expected. Especially over the small length of time as a single standard year.
The Baccara had dropped into port somewhere within the wealthier districts of the seemingly endless city. Zarack, who'd given the name Arkaos to the hanger attendant, paid his due and though having been offered many a glance due to his rather casual attire, continued on away from the Modified YT-1300 with the intent of spending some hard earned funds. The muggy and almost flavor-able dirt in the air of the Hangar disappeared upon entering one of the upper streets, a path wide enough for speeders and people to share, connected by the buildings that kept them suspended so high up above the dank grey clouds of pollution that covered the lower levels, well known as the slums of the world. Zarack would later consider to venture down there, it seemed much alike the life he'd left on Eriadu though for the time being, he felt fit to explore a more lavish life, at-least in the few hours that he might be graced such a thing.
He might have well passed the Club unknowing of it's establishment had it not been for a less fortunate individual being tossed into the street just behind him by one of the businesses muscled personnel, bouncers they were commonly referred to back home. The sudden scuffle caught Zarack completely unaware and as he turned, spinning quickly on the ball of his left foot, he paused to look down at the man that appeared to be older than he was, mumbling something under an intoxicated stupor. Despite the look of the place, and Zarack's well worn in attire, he decided to try his hand in a game of chance, approaching the entrance and finding the bouncer looking down over him.
Black faded boots with metal clips at the front, bronze from their use. A dark grey pair of pants with a yellow ring that circled just under the left leg, near hidden by the strap that was made to house a blaster that he did not have just yet. Miraculously belted at the waist though that too like many things had been stolen off of someone and covering his torso, a light blue shirt and a full sleeved jacket that covered the one blaster that he did have beneath his right arm and the two lightsaber hilts that had been concealed within the interior on his left side clipped to the jackets pocket.
"Kid, you're neither old enough nor well off enough to enter this place, go home" The Bouncers voice was deep and sounded confident, no doubt experienced enough to handle him though Zarack welt a touch of annoyance as he'd yet again been called a kid and seemed to be being treated like a child. Feeling rather more motivated just to spite the bouncer, he took a quiet breath in and stretched his mind out unto the force, concentrating on the bouncer in front of him though giving little notion of anything out of the ordinary, his words came with evident care and spoken well clearly, Zarack's eyes never leaving the others. "
I just came out of there earlier, you yourself let me in to begin with. My Mother and Father are in there expecting me. Do you not remember?", Zarack had neither a father nor a fit mother any longer yet the play on the others mind, swindled by the power of the force was enough to make the bouncer pause for a time, uncertain and seemingly unconvinced, his mind a little stronger than the last Zarack had come across. "
Oh but I suppose you see people come and go...-Here!" He pulled a credit chip from his pocket and handed it to the Bouncer, "
For all your hard work..." he added, moving on ahead with little hesitation. In his mind, hoping the Bouncer wouldn't come too before Zarack could disappear on inside. It was a potentially dangerous hobby but Zarack loved the thrill of taking a risk from day to day. S'long as this one was harmless, he didn't see the trouble in it.
