The Prodigal Son, Lounge
Hyperspace, Outer Rim
1845
Jacen’s baby blue eyes flicked back and forth over the iridescent screen of his datapad. His self-satisfied smirk was replaced by a furrowed brow as he skimmed the information sprawling across the screen. The BoSS was a staple in the universe...
Corellia
Coronet City
0400
Corellia the planet known for cocky pilots, shitty living conditions, and starships. Jacen stepped out onto the balcony of his hotel room and took in the undulating clouds of smog listing across the cityscape. A self-satisfied smirk adorned his face as he leaned...
The Smuggler’s Moon
Nick’s
2300
A cigar hung loose in Jacen Cordro’s lips as he scanned the patrons of the dive from his vantage point at the bar. His attention flitted between newcomers and his datapad as he scanned the roster of eligible delinquents like himself. He liked this spot. It was...