Nar Shaddaa always had a really odd smell, like a million pairs of underpants had been thrown down a garbage compactor, then exploded showering the planet with all manner of weird and dangerous things from different underpants.
Well at least that was the thought process of the business man sitting on a rather uncomfortable bar seat waiting for one of his very oldest and probably only friend in the galaxy to come in, he couldn't help but wonder whether she would actually come, his message was rather mysterious and odd.
But then he had had it forwarded from his company, it's not every day the CEO of compact industries tries to get in contact with a random Jedi and he hadn't hidden the fact of who he was, well other than his name and previous occupations but a mere tidbit! A mere tidbit...Hopefully.
He asked for another drink as he sat there, crisp suit and all looking intently at the door...waiting.
Well at least that was the thought process of the business man sitting on a rather uncomfortable bar seat waiting for one of his very oldest and probably only friend in the galaxy to come in, he couldn't help but wonder whether she would actually come, his message was rather mysterious and odd.
But then he had had it forwarded from his company, it's not every day the CEO of compact industries tries to get in contact with a random Jedi and he hadn't hidden the fact of who he was, well other than his name and previous occupations but a mere tidbit! A mere tidbit...Hopefully.
He asked for another drink as he sat there, crisp suit and all looking intently at the door...waiting.