[Social] The Hive of the Underbelly

[Caran Malo]

OOC: Open to Anyone looking to mingle and figure out some character relationships, no capture or death, but if you do something stupid don't be surprised if the Staff Swat show up.
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Jex's Cantina, Nal Hutta

Nal Hutta, the place smelled just as bad as it looked, with the rancid swamps and toxic lakes there was no illusion that this was a paradise that only a slug could love. That wasn't to say everything about it was bad, for people like Caran it was an ideal place to lay low from more reputable governments. A smuggler could always find work here, whether it was trafficking slaves, spice, weapons--you name it someone in the Hutt Sector probably wanted it and often they paid well.

Caran only had to take a look at his cheap glass of Corellian ale and his dingy table within the corner to know he needed the credits. Times had gotten tough and it seemed that betrayal was the name of the game in these parts. The former Imperial seemed destined to get a blaster bolt in the back sooner rather than later, but hell he'd at least enjoy the drink and laughs before the War and the Galaxy caught back up to him.

Pulling his dingy Imperial Republica cap down towards his ears, he'd kick his feet back as he watched the various aliens and humans mingle about--if someone was looking for a ship, he'd help...for a price.