Duran sipped a drink colored neon green, ice clanking around a poorly cleaned whiskey glass. In the other hand lay a cigar, smoke idly burning out from beneath a well-aged leather hat. It was busy today in the club on Brandy Street, the smells of old fry oil, cooking meats, and old cigar smoke...
Damn near every government hired mercs and bounty hunters. The shiny and new, polished-up Empire was no exception. Wanderer types had particular sets of skills and experiences worth paying for. Especially when it came to the rougher parts of the galaxy. Abafar, despite it's location on the...
Duran wasn't overly fond of the desert. But then, who really was beyond the natives? Not many actually wanted to live on Tatooine, they just did. No one but the Hutts, various gangs, and water mongers had anything resembling wealth in this sorta place. But that didn't mean there wasn't cred to...
Etti IV was a refreshing return to urbanity for Duran given his frequent travels through space and stops at backwater ports and fuel stations. And it'd been a good, long while since he'd been anywhere corporate run. There was pros and cons to such places, the former mostly chalked up to...
Terminus, Black Betty Spaceport
2046 local time
Terminus, one of the most important trade planets in the middle of thrice-damned nowhere. Pirates, smugglers, sneaky little corporations and everything else. All had some kind of presence in a city world built on a base of goods and services...
Ord Mantell was a good planet for business by Duran's estimation, the sort of place where all kinds of stuff went in and out without too much scrutiny. Heavy influence from trade guilds and a historic syndicate presence was just the combination he was looking for. It was a big place chock full...