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Isde Naha
Recreational Center Alpha-6; 1200 Hours
It was another bustling day on Isde Naha. Citizens and numerous geopolitical aliens, many of them immigrants looking for opportunities in a less regulated land, worked alongside droids even on regional Saturday, as today happened to be.Recreational Center Alpha-6; 1200 Hours
But in Rec Center Alpha-6, a mass congregation was gathering, barely contained by the planet's local riot police. Slogans of freedom, economic independence, peace, equality, and in a small number, death to the Force, were all being shouted. It was an amalgamation of angry, dissatisfied people and their families who'd been promised way more than they got. For once people came together...all pissed, and all waiting for at least a good hour or so for a lizard with connections to a revolutionary movement to come up on stage to rile them up.
It was this throng of the proletariat that Slars was preparing to walk into, along with his entourage. He fixed his red ascot in the glass window of an apartment close to the action he'd rented out as a staging area, allowing his tactful combination of grey vest and white shirt to be properly accentuated, before turning back to his bodyguards for the day, including his lifelong Herglic friend Grissz sitting in the back.
"Right...so...if anyone shows up 'ere that ain't on the up and up, you'll lemme know right? I'm trustin' you guys with my life...literally, mates."
@RED-1 @christhebarker