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He had heard of the place before, just never actually been there. It was the kind of place you only ever heard other people talk about, and even then only in hushed voices, like it was some big secret. It was said being invited was a kind of honour, but Jim wasn't so sure that was the case. After all, those who frequented the establishment were known criminals, some even notoriously so. A great opportunity to make some contacts, he thought. And so when Jameson received word via holo that he had been invited by his most recent and happy client, he decided he would go. Plus it wouldn't exactly look good to refuse. The job had paid well, so why not humour a possible repeat customer?
When Jim arrived at the coordinates, he was surprised by the size of it. He had flown all the out to the edges of the Unknown Regions, an area of space that wasn't on any publicly available star map, and when he dropped out of hyperspace, the space station dominated his ship's viewscreen. "Now this is a bar," he murmured in astonishment.
Immediately his ship, Starburn, was hailed by the station. The comms crackled with life. "Code word?" The voice sounded like someone bored with their job.
Jim hastily searched around the control panel, knocking over little plastic figures of various alien and monstrous creatures, until he found it. "Here we go." He then pressed the return button and read from the sheet: "Red Five... er... Green Seven."
"You may dock." This guy definitely loved life.
As he stepped through the airlock Jim was greeted by his former client and his entourage.
"Jameson Edwards! Glad you could make it, my boy!" Both his voice and his round face were jovial. He was fat too, so his whole body shook as he lifted his arms in greeting. Jim had wondered why the happiest and most successful crime bosses were always so rotund. Oh well. At least he was human.
"Darjeeling! Good to see you!" Jim replied, putting on a face. He would appear to enjoy tonight, even if he really didn't.
"Come, come, let us enter the cantina. At least, the one nearest to us!" Darjeeling put him arm around Jim and lead him down the hall.
"There are more than one?"
"Oh yes, several in fact! And many, many meeting rooms. A lot of prominent businessmen conduct their affairs aboard the Simulator."
"I'm curious, sir, how does this place stay hidden if so many people know about it?"
Darjeeling shot him a quick smile. "It moves."
"It moves?" He was confused. "What do you mean, it moves?"
"Just that. It's a moving space station. The coordinates are always unique, and always somewhere off the beaten path. If its location was ever discovered by those who would threaten our way of doing business, we would just go elsewhere."
"Smart." It wasn't unheard of, just rare these days, and it surprised Jameson. He never knew this place was so popular among the underworld.
"Here we are!" Darjeeling threw open the doors and ushered his guest inside.
Jim was taken aback. It was glorious. Easily the most impressive, but still divey, bar he had ever seen. The ceiling was high and vaulted, like some great ballroom, but everywhere there were tables and mini bars and people dancing. It was like there were multiple bars within the cantina. Bar-ception. The music throbbed rhythmically, the same four oppressive beats over and over. Still just a bar, he conceded.
Darjeeling brought them to the centre of the room and everybody took their seats.
"Well, what do you think?"
"Not bad."
When Jim arrived at the coordinates, he was surprised by the size of it. He had flown all the out to the edges of the Unknown Regions, an area of space that wasn't on any publicly available star map, and when he dropped out of hyperspace, the space station dominated his ship's viewscreen. "Now this is a bar," he murmured in astonishment.
Immediately his ship, Starburn, was hailed by the station. The comms crackled with life. "Code word?" The voice sounded like someone bored with their job.
Jim hastily searched around the control panel, knocking over little plastic figures of various alien and monstrous creatures, until he found it. "Here we go." He then pressed the return button and read from the sheet: "Red Five... er... Green Seven."
"You may dock." This guy definitely loved life.
As he stepped through the airlock Jim was greeted by his former client and his entourage.
"Jameson Edwards! Glad you could make it, my boy!" Both his voice and his round face were jovial. He was fat too, so his whole body shook as he lifted his arms in greeting. Jim had wondered why the happiest and most successful crime bosses were always so rotund. Oh well. At least he was human.
"Darjeeling! Good to see you!" Jim replied, putting on a face. He would appear to enjoy tonight, even if he really didn't.
"Come, come, let us enter the cantina. At least, the one nearest to us!" Darjeeling put him arm around Jim and lead him down the hall.
"There are more than one?"
"Oh yes, several in fact! And many, many meeting rooms. A lot of prominent businessmen conduct their affairs aboard the Simulator."
"I'm curious, sir, how does this place stay hidden if so many people know about it?"
Darjeeling shot him a quick smile. "It moves."
"It moves?" He was confused. "What do you mean, it moves?"
"Just that. It's a moving space station. The coordinates are always unique, and always somewhere off the beaten path. If its location was ever discovered by those who would threaten our way of doing business, we would just go elsewhere."
"Smart." It wasn't unheard of, just rare these days, and it surprised Jameson. He never knew this place was so popular among the underworld.
"Here we are!" Darjeeling threw open the doors and ushered his guest inside.
Jim was taken aback. It was glorious. Easily the most impressive, but still divey, bar he had ever seen. The ceiling was high and vaulted, like some great ballroom, but everywhere there were tables and mini bars and people dancing. It was like there were multiple bars within the cantina. Bar-ception. The music throbbed rhythmically, the same four oppressive beats over and over. Still just a bar, he conceded.
Darjeeling brought them to the centre of the room and everybody took their seats.
"Well, what do you think?"
"Not bad."