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A tall, broad-shouldered figure would walk into a long, cold cantina aboard the an old orbital station above Nal Hutta. The figure would where the unmistaken armor of a Mandalorian warrior. His armor looked old and ragged, filled with dents and scratches. This man was clearly no amateur to the battle field. He would look at the green figure with his T-visor helmet. The green figure, a Rodian bartender, would gulp loudly, clearly afraid of the helmeted Mandalorian.
"What will it be, sir?" asked the Rodian in Huttese.
The Mandalorian would take a seat on a barstool next to the counter. "Corellian ale."
"Right away!" Making haste, the bartender would rush to take a bottle of ale from the bottom of the counter and small cup. As the Rodian hustled, the Mandalorian would take off his helmet, revealing the face of an aged human with a bit of stubble on him and a scar across his face.
"What will it be, sir?" asked the Rodian in Huttese.
The Mandalorian would take a seat on a barstool next to the counter. "Corellian ale."
"Right away!" Making haste, the bartender would rush to take a bottle of ale from the bottom of the counter and small cup. As the Rodian hustled, the Mandalorian would take off his helmet, revealing the face of an aged human with a bit of stubble on him and a scar across his face.