Master Exploder

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][Berry’s][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][Nar Shaddaa][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][Y’Toub System][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][member="Liam Quez"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Late at night.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Things were starting to slow down once again, they always do here at Berry’s. Used to be Khal was the patron of a different bar on Nar Shaddaa, had a better name and a different kind of reputation, but you can’t keep everything in life.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Sometimes you need to make sacrifices to retain a remnant of the remnant.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He didn’t expect to end up in control of Nar Shaddaa or rise up as second in charge of the Ravens, the world was a strange place sometimes. Perhaps it was just Chiasa who was a strange person at the right time and place.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Business was doing good, Salvatrucha was booming and the cash was flowing in and yet… the Underlord found himself still behind the bar, cleaning the counter with meticulous gestures.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Some things just never really changed.[/SIZE]

 

[Liam Quez]

I flipped over the small id card and grinned. I had been wanting one for awhile now and Nar Shaddaa seemed to be the perfect place to get one. It had taken a few hundred credits and some sweet talk to one of the female twi’leks in the swoop gang, but I finally got me a fake age ID card. I spun the thing happily in my fingers as I made my way with a bit of a skip in my step down the alley of bars. All of them looked super full, which alerted me to probably not the best place to try this out. I needed to find a place that was low key and if it failed they wouldn’t throw me halfway across the galaxy.

I’m a mandalorian, we don’t fly very well. Eh well maybe that was a bad uh is it a metaphor? I mean Mandos have jet packs, well except me, I didn’t get into that whole ‘Imma big bad bounty hunter har har’. Nah, I was into ships and farming. I liked things simple. Again, that statement is so wrong. Look at the women I’m dealing with! Ibaris a girl who probably if she could would space me for even looking at her wrong. Then there was Mira who I think likes me, I mean she lets me suck on her face, but she’s all about this lone Jedi life. Common, give me a break here Galaxy PLEASE. Finally I found a bar, looking up at the sign I mumbled to myself…”Berry’s”

Walking in I made sure to look like I knew what I was doing. Finding a seat at the bar I leaned forward and looked at the bottles. I remembered those old holovids where the space cowboy came in and waved his hand. The bartender knew exactly what he wanted and slid it to him, wonder if this old guy can do that – eh probably not. “Um I’ll have something a little strong there Keep, like a uh Corellian whiskey straight.” No idea what that meant, but it sounded pretty cool.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Liam Quez"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“A Corellian Whiskey [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Straight[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], huh?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]See, in a lot of ways Berry’s wasn’t a normal bar. Oh, it might look like a normal bar, it might smell[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]like a normal bar, it might even [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]taste[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] like one, but there was something behind that. It was just the right amount of dive, the blood was real and the sense that people were constantly watching? Was very real indeed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Behind all of that was a tightly operated… operation. The patrons were all grizzled vets or mercs working directly for Khal, the entire scene was just there for that, a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]scene.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And that’s how Khal knew that this kid wasn’t from around here, because everyone from around here knew that you didn’t come to Berry’s for a drink, ya came to Berry’s to beg a favor from the Underlord or offer your own services to him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Ya got the cash for that, son? Ain’t cheap since it got broken in two.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There was amusement in that sentence as Khal played along with the game.[/SIZE]

 

[Liam Quez]

A frown formed on my face as I looked at this guy. Of course I had the money to pay for the booze, I mean why would I be in here if I didn’t. Glancing around the room from the corners of my eyes I took in the scenery a bit better. Maybe this wasn’t the best place to try and snag an underaged drink. It was a bit too late for second thoughts. So instead I rummaged through the small pack I had on my back and pulled out a few credits. Slapping them onto the counter I looked at the man with the toughest face I could muster.

“Course I got the cash for it. As for broken, that sucks man.” Maybe i was too stupid to get the joke, but I just wanted my booze. I had worked hard for the cash to get the ID. I kept staring at the man and waited for the drink. I shifted slightly in the stool as I wondered if he was going to deny me the shot - it was just a little bit of booze I’d get out of here before getting drunk. Thinking I had ordered wrong I looked away and then back towards the man. “Can I have some ice in there? Maybe a cherry?” So what, I liked cherries. They were amazing, and made alcoholic beverages look fancy. Heck, if he had little umbrellas on the bar top I'd totally order to have one in there. After I gave the man my new order I looked around again. This place wasn't like the bars in the holofilms. More and more I thought about where I was, I realized that I might be in a bar where gangster stuff happened.

Going wide eyed, I looked over at the man and leaned on the bar closer. "You one of them mobsters, que pasa?"


[member="Khaleel Malvern"]