Des Kilori
That one guy

Corellia, in the nicer part of a large city, the streets filled with people going about there afternoon business. But luckily, Des Kilori had very little to worry about at the moment. He had a few days to himself before he shipped off to another mission of which the details were still hidden to him. Honestly all he had done on this planet was some stupid police work. It involved a lot of drugs and black market shipping, which he felt was a waste of his talents. But that was behind him now. With hopes that the upcoming op would be more...of interest, he walked from his barracks, some simple fatigues and a black shirt donned. Everything was calm and he enjoyed and savored the feeling. Some buddies in his platoon told him of a rather nice bar nearby. He'd never been extremely fond of bars, but he decided to check it out.
The bar featured a relaxed atmosphere, no loud music or anyone too thuggish. He walked up to the bar and asked the keep for a drink. Sitting down he grabbed his glass and rose it to his lips. The dark, chilled liquid slid into his throat and slid down very satisfyingly. This he thought to himself is one damn good day off. A small sigh escaped as he closed his eyes, savoring the moment.