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Private You Need a Pilot

YOU CAN'T KILL ME!

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Location: Eternity Bar Nar Shaada​
Equipment: A blue jacket, blue jeans and a grey shirt​

Nichos Velt danced his heart out.

He made a lot of money from this last job he took from a client: An Twilek merchant who has been harassed by some thugs. The gang has been stealing her merchandise and selling them on the black market. The task was simple: Take out a bunch of those idiots who were about to smuggle her stuff to Tatooie and bring her things back. It didn't take long for Nichos to find the Blue Suns who were about to depart to the Outer Rim. The gang was no match for the best Bounty Hunter in the galaxy, once they were slaughtered. Nichos managed to take the stolen goods to the Twilek merchant who was so thankful that she showered Nichos with a LOT of credits. Excited, Nichos spent the money on his favorite hobby.

Partying.

Taking a big swig of Corellian exported wine, Nichos rocked his head back and forth to the beat. This is a human made remix and an old one at that, but still the beat was very addicting to listen to it helped by the fact that human music is rarely played in the Eternity Bar humans aren't common on this side of the city planet While dancing Nichos briefly observed the dance floor: Mostly new money types dancing the night away. The Eternity Bar is way more rowdy compared to the serene, relaxing mood that it usually is. However Eternity Bar held a rave night of sorts in an effort to attract humans. It seemed to work as there were more humans (mostly obese gullible looking old men) dancing with the Twi'lek dancers.

Nichos screamed along with the crowd into the air as the beat got louder, his body surging with adrenaline as he danced more frantically. It was a time to be alive, Nichos was still in his prime, he got paid and more importantly no Galactic Alliance and their morally questionable bullshit.

 

It wasn't too often that Jae found herself on Nar Shadaa, but it was always interesting when she did. She'd dressed up, almost feeling like she was going out in disguise, and let herself have some fun at a bar she'd never been to. Eternity was always pricier than she could afford, but she'd gotten a few good deals lately, so she figured it would be a fun "treat yourself" night. Besides, she was pretty easily attracted by a rave. She grabbed a neon-colored martini and leaned against the wall, unable to keep herself from laughing as the clearly drunk dancers partied and sang along to the music. In the midst of everything happening, it was so nice to just see people having fun.

She sipped on the martini, enjoying the dizzying sweetness coming from it. Oh yeah. Tonight was going to be a good night. Something interesting was bound to happen, and she couldn't wait.

Nichos Velt Nichos Velt

 
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YOU CAN'T KILL ME!

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Location: Eternity Bar​
The rave music stopped for a split second before immediately switching to a more different, fast paced song. Nichos didn't mind this in fact this was one of his favorite rave music: Fast paced mixed in a tint of weirdness a song about how a fish being caught wasn't a Tuna on paper it's preposterous but when mixed with love and care and some damn good music it was insanely awesome. He would jam to this tune when he was doing Bounty Hunting contracts. There was nothing more satisfying than to kill a person listening to the rhythm and beats of the upbeat song or when he was partying either way worked.​
 

After polishing off her drink, Jae found her way to the dance floor, twirling to the beat. The music made no sense, and she had no idea what the lyrics were saying, but all she cared about was having a good time. Her ponytail flew from side to side as she danced, but she stopped short when she felt herself bump into someone, and her ponytail fly into someone's face. She stifled a laugh as she turned around.

"Ah, sorry friend!" She chirped, looking up at the tall man she'd bumped into. "The beat just takes over sometimes, y'know?" She grinned.

Nichos Velt Nichos Velt

 

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