Nar Shaddaa was loud.
Making his way through crowds of people, their bodies pressed against his own like sandwiches, Nar Shaddaa was a bastion for the the less than upstanding citizens of the galaxy. Usually, he wouldn't be found here, but the long trek from Ajan Kloss had left him with a bit of an itch for some real-world socialization. He'd pushed through bodies until breaking way to exactly what he was looking for. "A cantina, finally." He muttered to himself.
Dressed in a simple black windbreaker and tight threaded dark blue pants, he looked quite ordinary, especially considering the area he found himself in. Not much of a drinker, he'd choose a lone bar-stool and seat himself, propping his elbows up on the table. "One water please." It was a simple order and one that brought the bartender, an aging Duros a slight chuckle.
"Water? Are you sure you don't want something a bit stronger?" His voice was ragged, sounding almost as if he'd been smoking hookah his entire life. "Usually people don't order water here. Here you go, fresh from the sink." Sliding a glass of less than clear liquid to him, the Duros shrugged and moved on to tend to other patrons. The glass was half empty and appeared to have mostly dish-soap inside. Atleast he hoped it was dish-soap, he wasn't sure what else would make the water look so turbid...
"Yeah I can tell.." Peering down at the glass of cloudy water with a look of apprehensiveness, Algus shrugged as well, brought the glass to his lips and took a swig. "Tastes about as good as someone would expect Nar Shaddaa's water to taste." Sighing, he brushed the glass aside. Maybe later he'd get a real drink; he had to watch how many credits he spent though.
This would be the last trip he had before departing in search of Sith artifacts, or atleast that was the plan. Maybe he'd instead wander a bit, seeing if there was any remote civilizations that needed a Jedi. He had no idea what for, but as long as he was off Ajan Kloss, he was happy. The temple there was beginning to rub him the wrong way. He had little room for self righteousness; and jungles. He hated jungles. His conditioning on Vandor had made him despise heat more than anything. So when he had time, he had taken a Sojourn off the plant-ridden moon and booked it to Nar Shaddaa on public transit.
"Well, where the wind takes me I guess.. Hey bartender! I'll take whatever you recommend. Something that won't kill me though, I still got places to be. I think." Maybe if he was lucky, he'd run into some interesting conversation. You never knew what you'd run into at Nar Shaddaa.
Making his way through crowds of people, their bodies pressed against his own like sandwiches, Nar Shaddaa was a bastion for the the less than upstanding citizens of the galaxy. Usually, he wouldn't be found here, but the long trek from Ajan Kloss had left him with a bit of an itch for some real-world socialization. He'd pushed through bodies until breaking way to exactly what he was looking for. "A cantina, finally." He muttered to himself.
Dressed in a simple black windbreaker and tight threaded dark blue pants, he looked quite ordinary, especially considering the area he found himself in. Not much of a drinker, he'd choose a lone bar-stool and seat himself, propping his elbows up on the table. "One water please." It was a simple order and one that brought the bartender, an aging Duros a slight chuckle.
"Water? Are you sure you don't want something a bit stronger?" His voice was ragged, sounding almost as if he'd been smoking hookah his entire life. "Usually people don't order water here. Here you go, fresh from the sink." Sliding a glass of less than clear liquid to him, the Duros shrugged and moved on to tend to other patrons. The glass was half empty and appeared to have mostly dish-soap inside. Atleast he hoped it was dish-soap, he wasn't sure what else would make the water look so turbid...
"Yeah I can tell.." Peering down at the glass of cloudy water with a look of apprehensiveness, Algus shrugged as well, brought the glass to his lips and took a swig. "Tastes about as good as someone would expect Nar Shaddaa's water to taste." Sighing, he brushed the glass aside. Maybe later he'd get a real drink; he had to watch how many credits he spent though.
This would be the last trip he had before departing in search of Sith artifacts, or atleast that was the plan. Maybe he'd instead wander a bit, seeing if there was any remote civilizations that needed a Jedi. He had no idea what for, but as long as he was off Ajan Kloss, he was happy. The temple there was beginning to rub him the wrong way. He had little room for self righteousness; and jungles. He hated jungles. His conditioning on Vandor had made him despise heat more than anything. So when he had time, he had taken a Sojourn off the plant-ridden moon and booked it to Nar Shaddaa on public transit.
"Well, where the wind takes me I guess.. Hey bartender! I'll take whatever you recommend. Something that won't kill me though, I still got places to be. I think." Maybe if he was lucky, he'd run into some interesting conversation. You never knew what you'd run into at Nar Shaddaa.
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