Coronet City was not the sort of place someone came to for fun. At least, not family-friendly and legal fun. Six-Eyes had been told from a young age that there were two types of people in Coronet, scum who knew they were scum and scum who thought they weren't. It was apparent it was that sort of place from the moment you passed under one of the many gates connected to the giant speedway around the city's circumference.
Signs for every service known to man and a few yet to be made the mainstream lit up the streets.
Lazy police officers leaned against their dispatch speeders, reading the local holosheets and ignoring the calls from their superiors to respond to a local crime.
Noisy street market vendors shouted the 'best deals this side of Tatooine' from their shabby tent-like displays.
All-in-all, it was the sort of place where someone could be forgotten just as quickly as they could become infamous. Argus 'Six-Eyes' Khan had not yet decided which route he intended to take, yet as he strolled down one of the innumerable side roads in Coronet City, he couldn't think of anywhere else he would rather be. There was a small Cantina on the street, named the 'Idiots Array', where he had arranged to meet some of his business associates.
He'd parked his speeder, a GoTech VT-450, around the back of the Cantina. Six-Eyes walked around the front of the venue, stopping by the rear door, which opened into the alleyway containing his vehicle and gently applied a small hand-held charge to the door before stashing the detonator inside his jacket pocket.
Always necessary, after all, to leave a quick exit opportunity.
As ever, the crook had his pistol on his hip. However, given the volatility of their meeting place, he had also come with a T-0M E-Gun stashed inside his jacket, discrete enough to pass unnoticed. Heading inside, Argus walked to the bar at the back wall. VIP booths dotted the border, the locked rear door to the alleyway was off to the back right of the venue, and a flight of stairs to the upper floor to the back left.
"Corellian Ale," Argus pointed to the tap signifying his drink of choice. He received an affirmative nod from the barman, a Rodian with a large scar over his right eye, and soon his drink appeared. "Keep the change." he added, as the barkeep went off to deal with other customers. Taking the first sip of his drink, Argus turned to lean on the bar, looking back toward the front door as he waited for his associates to arrive.
Signs for every service known to man and a few yet to be made the mainstream lit up the streets.
Lazy police officers leaned against their dispatch speeders, reading the local holosheets and ignoring the calls from their superiors to respond to a local crime.
Noisy street market vendors shouted the 'best deals this side of Tatooine' from their shabby tent-like displays.
All-in-all, it was the sort of place where someone could be forgotten just as quickly as they could become infamous. Argus 'Six-Eyes' Khan had not yet decided which route he intended to take, yet as he strolled down one of the innumerable side roads in Coronet City, he couldn't think of anywhere else he would rather be. There was a small Cantina on the street, named the 'Idiots Array', where he had arranged to meet some of his business associates.
He'd parked his speeder, a GoTech VT-450, around the back of the Cantina. Six-Eyes walked around the front of the venue, stopping by the rear door, which opened into the alleyway containing his vehicle and gently applied a small hand-held charge to the door before stashing the detonator inside his jacket pocket.
Always necessary, after all, to leave a quick exit opportunity.
As ever, the crook had his pistol on his hip. However, given the volatility of their meeting place, he had also come with a T-0M E-Gun stashed inside his jacket, discrete enough to pass unnoticed. Heading inside, Argus walked to the bar at the back wall. VIP booths dotted the border, the locked rear door to the alleyway was off to the back right of the venue, and a flight of stairs to the upper floor to the back left.
"Corellian Ale," Argus pointed to the tap signifying his drink of choice. He received an affirmative nod from the barman, a Rodian with a large scar over his right eye, and soon his drink appeared. "Keep the change." he added, as the barkeep went off to deal with other customers. Taking the first sip of his drink, Argus turned to lean on the bar, looking back toward the front door as he waited for his associates to arrive.
