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    Gil had finished his business on Coruscant but wasn't due back for another couple of days so he decided to head to a shady looking bar a few levels down for old times sake. He had practically grown up in places like this. The twinge of nostalgia caused a slight grin to bloom on his face before he raised his glass to his lips again.

    He let his attention fall back to the holoscreens above the bar. He genuinely missed the swoop races of Nar Shaddaa. They had been dangerous and often ended in more people dying than living. These were more professional than those underground races he had grown up on but they were still enjoyable.

    "Another one? asked the bartender, causing Gil to look down. "Another one would be perfect." he said turning to scan the room.

    Maybe he could find a card game or two. He didn't get much opportunity to relax, he might as well make the most of it.

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    Coreuscant, home of the galaxy's elite. The city planet of dreams, where people came to chase their dreams. But for all of it's illustrious offerings the city is a cold and unforgiving place. Aeron hated it. Even though he walked the streets as a free man, there was an indescribable sense of oppression that seemed to emanate from the city itself. He yearned to leave this wretched planet behind and return to his own den of thieves and cutthroats. Nar Shaddaa was chaotic, but it was familure to him, this place was... not.

    The Mercenary came to a crossroad and let out a small frustrated breath as he realized he was lost. He hung his head in defeat and cursed his luck, shoving his hands into his pockets and composing himself. He couldn't figure out why, but he was really on edge. Deciding to take the edge off, Mathis made his way to a bar at the end of the block. Aeron stepped into the space and let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting. The bar was in the center of the room ringed with Holoscreens. Their iridescent glow was the main source of light in the bar and Aeron found himself moving toward it like a moth to the flame.

    Aeron slipped into an empty seat and ordered a shot of house whiskey and a glass of water. He threw back the shot and ordered another while lifting the water to his lips. It felt like his skin was crawling. He hadn't felt like this since his last match on the sands. He took a breath and tried to calm down, but it wasn't happening. The second shot arrived and he made it disappear. Mathis sipped his water then set it down on the bar. He decided to try and decompress and closed his eyes running through his post-fight meditation.

    To his relife, he could feel his mood shifting. He was starting to regain control. Aeron regulated his breathing and sipped his water. When the bartender returned The Mercenary ordered one more shot. He felt exhausted like he'd spent the day doing hard physical labor rather than standing at attention. His third drink arrived, but instead of slamming it he dumped it into what remained of his water and continued to sip. The Mercenary was shook. Whatever that was made one thing very clear to him. As soon as his credits cleared from his job he'd be getting the hell off this planet.

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    He noticed the man sit down next to him before turning back to the screen. He didn't pay him much attention until after the race he had been watching ended. He noticed the man slam down another shot.

    "Rough day, huh?" he said making conversation. "I hope you don't mind me saying this but...you look like shit, friend" he said light heatedly before taking another drink.

    He waved the bartended down I'll have another round, and get him another of whatever he is having." he said before turning back to the man. He was vaguely aware of two people yelling at each other in a language he didn't understand behind him. It barely phased him. He had grown up around bars and people fought, it was just something that happened.

    Is it women or credits?" he asked trying to guess what had the man down, it was usually one of those things. A second later he winced before asking "Or maybe both?" he finished shaking his head.

    The commotion behind him grew but Gil continued to tune it out for the time being.

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