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Deep into the streets, of one of the many shadowports of Socorro, there is a bar.
It is not different from any other, or at least not on the outside. The only facts could point in other direction, is that it has better services, better forniture and better quality that what anyone could expect coming from that part of the city. Fair enough, it was a hard place to find in that maze, and no one outside it's circle has ever heard about it.
There are only two ways of finding out about its existence. The first is to unusually just find it by sheer coincidence. A most strange coincidence, due to the fact that it is not in any street frequented street, or in the way of any passage that anyone could ever use, even as a "shortcut" to get somewhere else entirely. Not even escape from the law enforcements, or something as desperate could lead someone into those circles of the city, there is no shelter to be found. If you find it this way, then there are three possible outcomes.
First, you dissappear, and no one ever hears of you again.
Second, you get thrown out in a rude display, if you're lucky or pretty enough.
Third, and most strange case, the owners might decide to let you stay unharmed.
The second way to find about it, and most frequent one, is to be told by someone who knows about it. The reason behind this being so secretive, is that the bar has its own particular set of rules that everyone respects and enforces up to some point, despite not being part of the hired security, almost like if it is a cult of some sort. One particular individual can only invite one person for every standard year that he has spent in the bar from the very first time he, himself, ever walked into it, invited by someone else.
Nonetheless, the bar is always full of people, and that alone often leads newcomers to the realization that the bar has been on business for quite a while indeed, if each person meant one standard year. The place has it own set of rules that everyone respects and enforces while inside it, and as such, it is the perfect neutral place to take a drink without having to worry about the guy next to you being a mass murderer, or a bounty hunter trying to collect your head. At least while you're inside.
Thus, it is filled with dangerous individuals from all across the galaxy, ranging from spacers, pirates, smugglers, mercenaries, bounty hunters, to even more strange fellows. It is rumored that the founders themselves were dark jedis who were tired from the troubles of the galaxy and decided to build their own haven. Of course, there are dozens of theories about the founders, but no one knows for sure. The bar has 4 floors, including the basement. Strip dancers and illegal fighting with their corresponding bets are not uncommon along the place. Each floor has its own set of bartenders and waitresses, which depending on the individual and the tip, might also provide other kind of services. One never knows.
It is not different from any other, or at least not on the outside. The only facts could point in other direction, is that it has better services, better forniture and better quality that what anyone could expect coming from that part of the city. Fair enough, it was a hard place to find in that maze, and no one outside it's circle has ever heard about it.
There are only two ways of finding out about its existence. The first is to unusually just find it by sheer coincidence. A most strange coincidence, due to the fact that it is not in any street frequented street, or in the way of any passage that anyone could ever use, even as a "shortcut" to get somewhere else entirely. Not even escape from the law enforcements, or something as desperate could lead someone into those circles of the city, there is no shelter to be found. If you find it this way, then there are three possible outcomes.
First, you dissappear, and no one ever hears of you again.
Second, you get thrown out in a rude display, if you're lucky or pretty enough.
Third, and most strange case, the owners might decide to let you stay unharmed.
The second way to find about it, and most frequent one, is to be told by someone who knows about it. The reason behind this being so secretive, is that the bar has its own particular set of rules that everyone respects and enforces up to some point, despite not being part of the hired security, almost like if it is a cult of some sort. One particular individual can only invite one person for every standard year that he has spent in the bar from the very first time he, himself, ever walked into it, invited by someone else.
Nonetheless, the bar is always full of people, and that alone often leads newcomers to the realization that the bar has been on business for quite a while indeed, if each person meant one standard year. The place has it own set of rules that everyone respects and enforces while inside it, and as such, it is the perfect neutral place to take a drink without having to worry about the guy next to you being a mass murderer, or a bounty hunter trying to collect your head. At least while you're inside.
Thus, it is filled with dangerous individuals from all across the galaxy, ranging from spacers, pirates, smugglers, mercenaries, bounty hunters, to even more strange fellows. It is rumored that the founders themselves were dark jedis who were tired from the troubles of the galaxy and decided to build their own haven. Of course, there are dozens of theories about the founders, but no one knows for sure. The bar has 4 floors, including the basement. Strip dancers and illegal fighting with their corresponding bets are not uncommon along the place. Each floor has its own set of bartenders and waitresses, which depending on the individual and the tip, might also provide other kind of services. One never knows.
The name is blue haven, and for those with a head too thick to pay attention, there are only a few rules that should be remembered to get in and out with all their limbs still attached to their socks.
First: No drama. Pick a fight outside the ring and suddenly you see the wookie on the corner pick up his rifle, the bartender pointing a gun at you, and you find yourself on the short end of the stick with a hole on your head before you can tell what happened. Naturally, no one would have seen anything of what just happened, and you've never been there. Of course, it also depends on how much you messed up. If you're lucky, you could just get thrown out of the bar.
The few actual bar fights that had taken place there, have been said to be epic.
Second rule. Just like when you got here for the first time, when you step out of the bar you forgot it ever existed. One person per year, don't wanna find out what happens if you break the rules. Since you only get to see a new face once every year, its not hard to tell who's new and who's not for those who have already been there for a long time. The bartenders, for example, know with exactitude who has been there before. Few people have tried to sneak by, someone even tried to use a force power once, but none lived to tell.
It is not a place to seek refuge, and those seeking to stay in order to hide from their deeds will be thrown out. It is merely a place to have a nice time before going back to your life and whatever you do with it, just like any bar hopes to be. Said to have been inspired in a long forgotten place in the underlevels of Coruscant, it is currently under the protection of several crime syndicates, despite them not having anything to do with the creation of the bar. It is known, nonetheless, that they sell spice, deathsticks and other illegal substances within its walls.
Sihaya relaxed in there, sitting in front of the bar of the first floor with a Tatooine Sunrise in her hands, about to ask another one to the Jarell bartender. For a replacement barman, he surely was doing very well. Normally would be lurking the rest of the place and having a nice time, as part of the hired muscle of the place, but not today. Something had happened to the barman of the first floor, and he had to take his place. Yet, Roy wasn't precisely happy with the change, he was missing all the action and blood on the ring, and by being on the bar he had to be nice with the customers despite the fact that he could just crush their heads with a single hand. How awkward was that to him, only his gods knew. The only good thing was listening to other people's tales and then topping them with his own's- It took us three shots to keep him down, and they were not even on stun, hardest guy of the Raven's nest I tell you -said to Sihaya and the rest of the customers who were sitting there, whilst cleaning a glass as he glared at them with a tad of interest, waiting for someone to tell the next story.
First: No drama. Pick a fight outside the ring and suddenly you see the wookie on the corner pick up his rifle, the bartender pointing a gun at you, and you find yourself on the short end of the stick with a hole on your head before you can tell what happened. Naturally, no one would have seen anything of what just happened, and you've never been there. Of course, it also depends on how much you messed up. If you're lucky, you could just get thrown out of the bar.
The few actual bar fights that had taken place there, have been said to be epic.
Second rule. Just like when you got here for the first time, when you step out of the bar you forgot it ever existed. One person per year, don't wanna find out what happens if you break the rules. Since you only get to see a new face once every year, its not hard to tell who's new and who's not for those who have already been there for a long time. The bartenders, for example, know with exactitude who has been there before. Few people have tried to sneak by, someone even tried to use a force power once, but none lived to tell.
It is not a place to seek refuge, and those seeking to stay in order to hide from their deeds will be thrown out. It is merely a place to have a nice time before going back to your life and whatever you do with it, just like any bar hopes to be. Said to have been inspired in a long forgotten place in the underlevels of Coruscant, it is currently under the protection of several crime syndicates, despite them not having anything to do with the creation of the bar. It is known, nonetheless, that they sell spice, deathsticks and other illegal substances within its walls.
Sihaya relaxed in there, sitting in front of the bar of the first floor with a Tatooine Sunrise in her hands, about to ask another one to the Jarell bartender. For a replacement barman, he surely was doing very well. Normally would be lurking the rest of the place and having a nice time, as part of the hired muscle of the place, but not today. Something had happened to the barman of the first floor, and he had to take his place. Yet, Roy wasn't precisely happy with the change, he was missing all the action and blood on the ring, and by being on the bar he had to be nice with the customers despite the fact that he could just crush their heads with a single hand. How awkward was that to him, only his gods knew. The only good thing was listening to other people's tales and then topping them with his own's- It took us three shots to keep him down, and they were not even on stun, hardest guy of the Raven's nest I tell you -said to Sihaya and the rest of the customers who were sitting there, whilst cleaning a glass as he glared at them with a tad of interest, waiting for someone to tell the next story.
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