Terminus, Kallea sector;
The Lucky Den (bar)
It was located along the intersection which connected the Hydian Way to the Corellian Trade Spine. Little was known about this place. Some say there were legends about a sorcerer that could do impossible things, such as objects that begun flying the moment they looked upon them, or that they could tell what you were thinking. Codswallop in most opinions. Still, there were those Jedi that people talked about who had similar tales of legend, so who knows, perhaps there were some truth to them. These tales were far better than what Terminus really was. It was the type of place that lowlifes looked to lay low when they were in trouble; or where you could set up the type of deals that the authorities would frown upon. And if you were good at playing cards? Well, there was always the Pazaak or Sabaac tables that you could play with. Be careful though: lowlifes don't like cheaters neither.
Vilox was a lowlife. Had been his entire life. Stealing, swindling, lying: these things came naturally to the man. It was all apart of living in Ren'bl Ettes. Honest men didn't get far in life on Almania. If you were lucky then the Pydyrians would reach their hand out and take you up to their moon to spend the rest of your life as an indentured servant. That's right. You read that they would be lucky. Fortunate even. Grateful to be taken out that life down on the windy world. As a kid he liked to climb up the old Je'har towers out in Mem'kabarr. If you ever looked upon the old ruins you would wonder how he never broke his neck, but at least when he got to stand up there he could look at the stars, the three moons, and feel like he was away from the mess that he called his sorry life. Sometimes Maria even came up there too. Those were good times. Shame she isn't here to experience what it was like to live the life of a man who got to travel among the stars that they used to talk about.
Perhaps it was a greater shame that their imaginations had been so off about it too.
It was a paradox then that the man found himself back in similar settings. The bar here was a little cleaner than what Vilox had grown used too, but the familiar smell of smoke which clung to the ceiling; the ambiance of glasses clinking; and the chatter of a dozen men was the closest thing he had to home now. You couldn't get a nice iced cold fresh Gizer Ale where he came from, so it was nice to get away and weigh up his options. Who knows? Perhaps he might win that Subaac pot one day to buy himself a ship, and get as far away as he could from the Eternal. Live the type of life he and Maria used to talk about. Until then the alcoholic candy taste burned away his sorrows.
The Lucky Den (bar)
It was located along the intersection which connected the Hydian Way to the Corellian Trade Spine. Little was known about this place. Some say there were legends about a sorcerer that could do impossible things, such as objects that begun flying the moment they looked upon them, or that they could tell what you were thinking. Codswallop in most opinions. Still, there were those Jedi that people talked about who had similar tales of legend, so who knows, perhaps there were some truth to them. These tales were far better than what Terminus really was. It was the type of place that lowlifes looked to lay low when they were in trouble; or where you could set up the type of deals that the authorities would frown upon. And if you were good at playing cards? Well, there was always the Pazaak or Sabaac tables that you could play with. Be careful though: lowlifes don't like cheaters neither.
Vilox was a lowlife. Had been his entire life. Stealing, swindling, lying: these things came naturally to the man. It was all apart of living in Ren'bl Ettes. Honest men didn't get far in life on Almania. If you were lucky then the Pydyrians would reach their hand out and take you up to their moon to spend the rest of your life as an indentured servant. That's right. You read that they would be lucky. Fortunate even. Grateful to be taken out that life down on the windy world. As a kid he liked to climb up the old Je'har towers out in Mem'kabarr. If you ever looked upon the old ruins you would wonder how he never broke his neck, but at least when he got to stand up there he could look at the stars, the three moons, and feel like he was away from the mess that he called his sorry life. Sometimes Maria even came up there too. Those were good times. Shame she isn't here to experience what it was like to live the life of a man who got to travel among the stars that they used to talk about.
Perhaps it was a greater shame that their imaginations had been so off about it too.
It was a paradox then that the man found himself back in similar settings. The bar here was a little cleaner than what Vilox had grown used too, but the familiar smell of smoke which clung to the ceiling; the ambiance of glasses clinking; and the chatter of a dozen men was the closest thing he had to home now. You couldn't get a nice iced cold fresh Gizer Ale where he came from, so it was nice to get away and weigh up his options. Who knows? Perhaps he might win that Subaac pot one day to buy himself a ship, and get as far away as he could from the Eternal. Live the type of life he and Maria used to talk about. Until then the alcoholic candy taste burned away his sorrows.
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