It's Getting Darker and Darker (CLOSED)
Coruscant was big. Big? No... Huge. The rich lived a good life in the upper quarters as the poor were doomed to stick in the lower part of the city. Tramps, thugs and other people crowded the streets below and there were many pubs and cantina's open all night. It was there, in one of those pubs, where a man was drinking his sorrows away. A man who called himself: Logan Bishop.
"Ah come on..." Bishop said. "Don't be a bore! Gimme another of ye corellian ale!"
The bartender realised that Bishop was getting drunk. Too drunk.
"Oh no." the Chiss bartender said. "You have had enough, mister Bishop."
"Damn you -!" Bishop said but he didn't finish his sentence. His head fell on the counter and a loud knock could be heard. Some people in the cantina started to laugh.
However, Bishop did not think it was funny. He had enough. His live as a mercenary began to tire him and he just could not take any more. He needed money, but all the money he made in his life was blood money. As he sat there on the stool, his head on the counter, being laughed at by other patrons, he thought about the past few days.
"Get out of my cantina!" the bartender said.
There was no response from Bishop, so the bartender called his Twi'lek guards and they kicked Bishop out. He walked through an alley way, drunk and tired. He collapsed and vomited.
He was alone, out of money, and he had nowhere to go...
Someone... he thought. Help me...
Coruscant was big. Big? No... Huge. The rich lived a good life in the upper quarters as the poor were doomed to stick in the lower part of the city. Tramps, thugs and other people crowded the streets below and there were many pubs and cantina's open all night. It was there, in one of those pubs, where a man was drinking his sorrows away. A man who called himself: Logan Bishop.
"Ah come on..." Bishop said. "Don't be a bore! Gimme another of ye corellian ale!"
The bartender realised that Bishop was getting drunk. Too drunk.
"Oh no." the Chiss bartender said. "You have had enough, mister Bishop."
"Damn you -!" Bishop said but he didn't finish his sentence. His head fell on the counter and a loud knock could be heard. Some people in the cantina started to laugh.
However, Bishop did not think it was funny. He had enough. His live as a mercenary began to tire him and he just could not take any more. He needed money, but all the money he made in his life was blood money. As he sat there on the stool, his head on the counter, being laughed at by other patrons, he thought about the past few days.
"Get out of my cantina!" the bartender said.
There was no response from Bishop, so the bartender called his Twi'lek guards and they kicked Bishop out. He walked through an alley way, drunk and tired. He collapsed and vomited.
He was alone, out of money, and he had nowhere to go...
Someone... he thought. Help me...
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