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The small nightclub housed only a few patrons, located in the slum sector of Kaas City where the Sith segregated their alien populace. Sith Juggernauts who failed in battle escaped here, too ashamed to face their comrades, not quite ashamed enough to take their frustration out on a poor woman of ill-repute. Obscenely large men in ridiculous black amour covered in cybernetic devices they didn't even need, "phrikheads" the sorcerers called them. All looking for their own lavender twi'lek to live out their fantasies of unattainable power. In the corner, a young man in robes shook with convulsive vigor, toothless and emaciated, lost in a psychotic trip through the cosmos.
The tortured cybernetic beast, the depraved Sorcerer and the ill-fated woman. Simplistic clichés played time and time over in a seemingly eternal saga splayed against a wider galactic backdrop. Predictable, recognized and so easily organized, the true account never so conveniently formed into three romantic little pieces.
People like to believe that it is, so they cherish them.
Lola sang for herself tonight, and for the imminent fury of the Kaas City guard, should her anonymous contact fail to arrive beforehand. Either way, a voluminous amount of Sith paraphernalia and esoteric drugs sat idly in Miss Day's ship.