Judah Dashiell
Salvage Empire
@[member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Judah hated Coruscant. It reminded him too much of the nanodroid invasion he had to endure. Yet business did not stop at the borders he chose not to cross. Many influential people chose to make the planet city their home. Why, he had zero idea. Yet while on planet, Judah had heard of another opportunity, possibly one in the making. A smuggler turned bar owner. Apparently she only smuggled the best, for the best of credits. If she was as good as she claimed, then the woman would have zero problems getting to where he needed to be.
Coming upon the bar, Judah noted it wasn't the typical Coruscant design. Perhaps more of a Mid-Rim leaning. It looked as if it belonged on a quaint little street on a quiet planet. Maybe it was the feel the owner was going for. Judah avoided bars like a plague so he didn't know what was normal and what wasn't. He would just assume it was similar to restaurants that catered to a minority on certain planets. Trying to recreate a feeling of a home long lost.
Stepping inside, his eyes slowly adjusted to the crowded place. He took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink he wasn't going to touch. Just seemed the proper thing to do when calling upon the owner of such an establishment. When the bartender brought his drink back, Judah decided to go ahead and ask. No sense waiting til closing, time was valuable.
"Excuse me, I'd like to speak to the owner. I have a business proposition for her, one that would pay decently if she agrees..."
Judah hated Coruscant. It reminded him too much of the nanodroid invasion he had to endure. Yet business did not stop at the borders he chose not to cross. Many influential people chose to make the planet city their home. Why, he had zero idea. Yet while on planet, Judah had heard of another opportunity, possibly one in the making. A smuggler turned bar owner. Apparently she only smuggled the best, for the best of credits. If she was as good as she claimed, then the woman would have zero problems getting to where he needed to be.
Coming upon the bar, Judah noted it wasn't the typical Coruscant design. Perhaps more of a Mid-Rim leaning. It looked as if it belonged on a quaint little street on a quiet planet. Maybe it was the feel the owner was going for. Judah avoided bars like a plague so he didn't know what was normal and what wasn't. He would just assume it was similar to restaurants that catered to a minority on certain planets. Trying to recreate a feeling of a home long lost.
Stepping inside, his eyes slowly adjusted to the crowded place. He took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink he wasn't going to touch. Just seemed the proper thing to do when calling upon the owner of such an establishment. When the bartender brought his drink back, Judah decided to go ahead and ask. No sense waiting til closing, time was valuable.
"Excuse me, I'd like to speak to the owner. I have a business proposition for her, one that would pay decently if she agrees..."