

TAG: Starla Morello
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It was a hazy evening as Ronan stepped off the shuttle.
Lustra hasn't changed much in the years he had spent expanding the Casella empire on Nar Shaddaa. It was still the same, smoggy, jazzy city with a hidden crime world from ten years ago.
It was good to be home.
Lighting up a cigara, he then pulled his hat a little lower over his eyes before walking out of the landing bay and into the great city. He could have easily gotten someone from the Casella staff to pick him up, but where is the fun in that?
No, he wanted to mix with the riff raffs.
So he followed his ears to the hub that had the best music in the vicinity. Sauntering his way into the club, he then made a beeline to the bar.
"What's the best you got?" Ronan asked the Besalisk bartender, leaning against the counter while scanning the dimly lit room filled with cigara smoke.
"We got some excellent Merenzane Gold. Best in the city." came the deep reply.
"Load me up then." the prodigal son said, sliding over some credits.
He turned and rested his elbows on the counter as he looked at the room properly. How he missed the jazz. That was something you heard often on the Hutt planet. He pulled on his cigara before letting out a puff. It was good to be back.
As the bartender slid his drink over to him, he turned back.
"What can you tell me about the families?" Ronan asked.
"Same old same old." came the reply. "Why don't you ask our lovely Viceroy over there?"
Ronan looked over to where the Besalisk was motioning. A new patron had just walked through the door.
A strangely familiar patron.
It has been years. But he could recognise the Fire of Morello anywhere. She was the saving grace of that family. He could not help but smirk.

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