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Ord Mantell
"No Quarter" Cantina & Nightclub
1923 Hours, Galactic Standard
Herrith Hendarsin
THEME
@Alaska
Herrith ducked under a serving droid as it whisked by, narrowly dumping the contents of its platter all over her head. She scowled at it and spotted the lack of one of its two ocular devices, the reason at fault for its near disaster. She shook her head. The Guild may have owned Ord Mantell, but the quality of life hadn't really changed, except for maybe the occasional gang raid being less common than what was considered normal before. Droids were still cheap, as proven by Blind Bot who nearly took her bloody head off.
She sighed and continued walking, ignoring occasional whispers of people that recognized her. This was a Guild world now, after all, and the councilor of said organization was far, far easy to spot because of that. The Zeltron hated the attention. She preferred to lay low...not get spotted by half the planet. The thumping music of the club section briefly intensified and then vanished as Herrith passed, approaching the bar. All the woman needed was a drink. That was it. Of course, things never went to plan. Never.
"No Quarter" Cantina & Nightclub
1923 Hours, Galactic Standard
Herrith Hendarsin
THEME
@Alaska
Herrith ducked under a serving droid as it whisked by, narrowly dumping the contents of its platter all over her head. She scowled at it and spotted the lack of one of its two ocular devices, the reason at fault for its near disaster. She shook her head. The Guild may have owned Ord Mantell, but the quality of life hadn't really changed, except for maybe the occasional gang raid being less common than what was considered normal before. Droids were still cheap, as proven by Blind Bot who nearly took her bloody head off.
She sighed and continued walking, ignoring occasional whispers of people that recognized her. This was a Guild world now, after all, and the councilor of said organization was far, far easy to spot because of that. The Zeltron hated the attention. She preferred to lay low...not get spotted by half the planet. The thumping music of the club section briefly intensified and then vanished as Herrith passed, approaching the bar. All the woman needed was a drink. That was it. Of course, things never went to plan. Never.