Cole "Dash" Dasha stepped off the ramp of his ship, The Smoking Blaster, and surveyed the hangar bay he had landed in. Looking out the hangar doors he saw the gas giant Bespin floating there. A small smile spread across his face as he began walking towards the exit of the hangar. He strode into the central hub of the Cloud City spaceport and started scanning his surroundings.
Casino
Pawn Shop
Casino
Pawn Shop
High end clothing boutique
Finally his eyes fell on what he was looking for, a Corellian cantina.
Named the Home Away From Coronet the place looked just how a cantina should look in Dash's mind....seedy, cheap, and like you might get shot. He walked inside and sidled up to the bar, ordering a glass of Whyrin's Reserve whiskey and a rischate. The sweet whiskey cakes that were wildly popular on Corellia. THough only consumed on holidays and celebrations back home he found that almost every Corellian cantina he'd been to in the past three months served them.
"Probably just for us spacers from back home that get a little nostalgic"
He murmured to himself, though he could also guess that the 3 year long shelf life of the cakes was useful too. Thank you whiskey based pastries for being able to last for years.
He turned in his seat and eyed the bar, grinning like a fool. He felt better then he had in years. Maybe his search for a Jedi that could train him would end here.
"Yeah, this is right....I have a good feeling about this."
He softly said as he continued to eat the cake and drink his whiskey.
Casino
Pawn Shop
Casino
Pawn Shop
High end clothing boutique
Finally his eyes fell on what he was looking for, a Corellian cantina.
Named the Home Away From Coronet the place looked just how a cantina should look in Dash's mind....seedy, cheap, and like you might get shot. He walked inside and sidled up to the bar, ordering a glass of Whyrin's Reserve whiskey and a rischate. The sweet whiskey cakes that were wildly popular on Corellia. THough only consumed on holidays and celebrations back home he found that almost every Corellian cantina he'd been to in the past three months served them.
"Probably just for us spacers from back home that get a little nostalgic"
He murmured to himself, though he could also guess that the 3 year long shelf life of the cakes was useful too. Thank you whiskey based pastries for being able to last for years.
He turned in his seat and eyed the bar, grinning like a fool. He felt better then he had in years. Maybe his search for a Jedi that could train him would end here.
"Yeah, this is right....I have a good feeling about this."
He softly said as he continued to eat the cake and drink his whiskey.