The Admiralty
Nar Shaddaa
Jimmy’s
[member="Ryan Korr"]
Jimmy’s was a regular’s place, meaning that mostly the oldies get together here and share something to eat or maybe get a drink or two - didn’t stop from other people joining in on the fun though. Today was a slow day, couple of stragglers at the bar, some cloaked shadowy figure in the corner and the patrons that were always here.
Khaleel wasn’t one of the oldies, not really at least. When he had left Little Coruscant for the greener side of the road in Merrill’s employment people wrote him off for dead or worse, a rat. Ain’t easy to win their trust back and part of him didn’t even want to bother, what did they have to offer to someone like him?
Anyway, the food was good. Always had been, clean and not too expensive for Shaddaa standards, it’s why so many people like to come here, well that and the information one could get here by simply listening to the beat of the crowd. Khal wasn’t doing that though, not now, he was on paid leave - a vacation miss Merril had told him, after his arm got wrecked during their duel. He had to get one of those fancy cybernetic replacements, also courtesy of Merrill.
Ain’t too bad really, sure… he’d have preferred his original arm, but working under Rave was dangerous every once in a while. Khal had known that from the start and had still gone through with it, anything to get outta here.
Scooping up some more noodles with his spoon the young thief looked with interest as some new guys walked into the restaurant with- with guns? Oh boy, this didn’t bode too well.
Other people were catching on by now, some of the regulars immediately slipped out, the rest hugged the wall and watched how this would unfold. There ain’t no brave old men in the underworld, there was a reason why they had managed to grow old.
Khal took another spoonful and then studied their movements, definitely no amateurs, someone else would have probably tried and stop the robbery, but Khaleel was no hero.
Let someone else sort out the problem.