It was still early evening on the Republic capital city planet. The skyways were busy with the comings and goings of those ending the work day. In the streets were much the same. Just another day. Soon there streets would be a buzz with the nightlife of the core world that never slept. But there was still a little time. Time for him to conduct a little business.
The cyclone speeder would ease into place at the front entrance to Clinks. Four droids were get out of the modest looking craft before their owner. Two taking up a position at the doors of the building, while the other two stood by. For Covax. As he stepped from the speeder, the mercenary adjusted the jacket of his black suit to hide the holdout pistol at his hip. Even custom fitted for his huge human frame, he hated "monkey suits". But, when in the core.....or something.
"Wait out here. Hopefully I won't need you. Anyone comes around, tell them come back later." He human ordered. "Rodger" confirmed the combat droids in unison. With that, Covax stepped inside and made his way torward the bar.
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