"Home, sweet home." Jax Endar stepped out of his ship and into the hangar. He looked around at the myriad of people that were coming and going, and smiled. It had been a while since he had been on Coruscant, his homeworld, and Jax, who had just completed a job, had come to spend his money. He wasn't familiar with this level, so he asked a Rodian who was about to board a shuttle where he could find the nearest cantina. After receiving this information, Jax immediately made his way to the establishment. This particular cantina wasn't impressive by any means, and it was quite small, but as long as the bartender served his drinks without questions, Jax was happy. He stepped inside and observed the interior of the cantina, which was just as dilapidated as the exterior was. The patrons, who were in the same condition as the establishment, glanced over at Jax when he entered, most of them paying him no mind, some of them scowling at him before returning to their drinks. Jax walked down toward the bar and sat down on a rusty bar stool before asking the bartender for a drink. Jax took his helmet off and placed it next to him on the bar. Once he got his drink, he downed it in one gulp. "Give me another, and leave the bottle this time," he said to the bartender. He looked behind him and discovered that some of the patrons had been watching him since he entered the cantina, though they quickly looked away when he turned to look at them. Jax was young, eighteen to be exact, and a rare sight to behold in this particular cantina, as many of the people who frequented it were retired smugglers or bounty hunters who were well past their prime. Very few actually made it very far in their endeavors, having discovered how unfit they were to pursue these lifestyles. A few had succeeded in their prospects and rose to some degree of fame in their time, though they were now well past those days, having either become too old, or having received some debilitating injury that forced them to give up their ambitions. Jax gulped down another shot and began to fiddle with one of his blasters, keeping an ear out for any information that could lead to a possible job.