Jax Malric
Lt. General
Kara walked into the cantina, looking around. It was your average Couruscanti lower level cantina. Thugs were guarding a back room where there was probably a spice deal going down. Drunken spacers were at the bar, still being served even though they were way past the legal limit. Kara sat at a booth, hoping to stay away from any trouble. She ordered a blue whiskey and waited patiently for her drink.