Nar Shaddaa - Corellian District
0315 Local Time
Nar Shaddaa never ceased to amaze Orys, especially in times like this. He, Vara, and Jacelle had all arrived just outside of their first step towards finding Lucius Quinn. The dive bars barely functional neon sign stood over them like an angry father looking down at his child "Caspar's Lunar Grotto". The entire Corellian district reeked of refuse but this building in particular made him want to plug his nose. Maybe it was all the scumbags inside, maybe there were dead bodies hidden nearby, who knew? Entering the building he observed his surroundings carefully. He thought Nightfall was shady, this place was the perfect spot if you wanted to get shot over a poker game. The bar was more populated than Nightfall, with most of the booths being occupied and not a single spot available at the bar itself. In all honesty the place was a shithole. The floorboards were scratched beyond repair, the bar was made of some kind of metal and had dents the size of a wookies fist, and many of the booths that were once covered in leather were reduced to their foam insides. To top it all off the walls had everything from blood stains to blaster marks scattered from the entrance to what Orys could only assume was the kitchen door. Imagine eating in a place like this...
A big, brolic Devaronian barred him and his companions from completely entering the building by placing a large red hand on Orys's pauldron. Tapping his claws against the durasteel plating he looked at Orys through his helmet with a sinister smile. The devaronian was missing a horn as well as his left eye. Much of the left side of his face was scarred beyond recognition, almost as if he was dragged a great distance behind a speeder on concrete. "Nice armor, shorty. Bet I could still take ya. I don't recognize you or your...friends so i'm gonna need any weapons you might have on your person". Orys was clearly armed, two blasters at his side and a rifle hidden in his duffel bag which made lying pointless. He reached his right hand into his pocket, digging around for a few moments before eventually procuring 75 credits and offering them to the man. "There's 25 each to look the other way. We won't cause any problems i'm just looking for some information". The bouncer thought for a moment, this was probably close to what he made in a single night. Sure enough he released his grip on Orys and took the money before walking the other way.
Fully entering the bar Orys continued his observation looking for any peculiar people that stood out. Only two really seemed to stick out among the large crowd. A scrawny human male sitting at the bar had ordered what looked to be 5 or 6 beers but hadn't touched one. His eyes were glued to his datapad and he was likely only ordering so the bartender didn't kick him out for taking up a seat. The other was a lone rodian male sitting at a booth intended for 4 or more. He was dressed like your average scoundrel but what stood out was his eyes kept glancing between the emergency exit and entrance. Either he was waiting to meet someone, or he was expecting trouble. Judging by the name tag pinned to his chest that read "Caspar", he must be the owner.
"Where do you guys want to start?" he asked his companions.
@Bear @lizziie
0315 Local Time
Nar Shaddaa never ceased to amaze Orys, especially in times like this. He, Vara, and Jacelle had all arrived just outside of their first step towards finding Lucius Quinn. The dive bars barely functional neon sign stood over them like an angry father looking down at his child "Caspar's Lunar Grotto". The entire Corellian district reeked of refuse but this building in particular made him want to plug his nose. Maybe it was all the scumbags inside, maybe there were dead bodies hidden nearby, who knew? Entering the building he observed his surroundings carefully. He thought Nightfall was shady, this place was the perfect spot if you wanted to get shot over a poker game. The bar was more populated than Nightfall, with most of the booths being occupied and not a single spot available at the bar itself. In all honesty the place was a shithole. The floorboards were scratched beyond repair, the bar was made of some kind of metal and had dents the size of a wookies fist, and many of the booths that were once covered in leather were reduced to their foam insides. To top it all off the walls had everything from blood stains to blaster marks scattered from the entrance to what Orys could only assume was the kitchen door. Imagine eating in a place like this...
A big, brolic Devaronian barred him and his companions from completely entering the building by placing a large red hand on Orys's pauldron. Tapping his claws against the durasteel plating he looked at Orys through his helmet with a sinister smile. The devaronian was missing a horn as well as his left eye. Much of the left side of his face was scarred beyond recognition, almost as if he was dragged a great distance behind a speeder on concrete. "Nice armor, shorty. Bet I could still take ya. I don't recognize you or your...friends so i'm gonna need any weapons you might have on your person". Orys was clearly armed, two blasters at his side and a rifle hidden in his duffel bag which made lying pointless. He reached his right hand into his pocket, digging around for a few moments before eventually procuring 75 credits and offering them to the man. "There's 25 each to look the other way. We won't cause any problems i'm just looking for some information". The bouncer thought for a moment, this was probably close to what he made in a single night. Sure enough he released his grip on Orys and took the money before walking the other way.
Fully entering the bar Orys continued his observation looking for any peculiar people that stood out. Only two really seemed to stick out among the large crowd. A scrawny human male sitting at the bar had ordered what looked to be 5 or 6 beers but hadn't touched one. His eyes were glued to his datapad and he was likely only ordering so the bartender didn't kick him out for taking up a seat. The other was a lone rodian male sitting at a booth intended for 4 or more. He was dressed like your average scoundrel but what stood out was his eyes kept glancing between the emergency exit and entrance. Either he was waiting to meet someone, or he was expecting trouble. Judging by the name tag pinned to his chest that read "Caspar", he must be the owner.
"Where do you guys want to start?" he asked his companions.
@Bear @lizziie