Open Out of Obscurity

[Kor’ferno Fa’athra]

Marza'Sotta Cantina ; Nar Shaddaa​

“Therefore any cruelty has to be executed at once, so that the less it is tasted, the less it offends; while benefits must be dispensed little by little, so that they will be savored all the more.” ​ - Niccolò Machiavelli​ In the bustling, neon-lit underbelly of the galaxy, nestled within the sprawling cityscape of Nar Shaddaa, lies a cantina that pulsates with life and intrigue. This cantina known simply as 'The Marza'Sotta' has became a haven for smugglers, bounty hunters, and weary travelers seeking refuge from the chaotic streets outside. As one steps through the cantina's heavy entrance doors the air is thick with a heady mix of exotic spices and the acrid scent of blaster fire. The dimly lit interior is a vibrant tapestry of species from across the known galaxy, their conversations blending into a symphony of alien tongues. The walls are adorned with haphazardly hung holoprojectors, casting a kaleidoscope of shifting images and advertisements, while flickering holo-lamps provide pockets of soft illumination. The central hub of activity is a circular bar crafted from polished obsidian; the surface scarred with countless marks etched by patrons past. Behind it sits a formidable array of bottles and flasks line the shelves, each containing a potent concoction from every little corner of the galaxy. The bartender, a grizzled Duros named Garak, is a master mixologist, effortlessly maneuvering between the myriad ingredients to craft drinks that are as exotic as the patrons themselves. Each table and booth within the cantina is occupied by a motley crew of thugs and enforcers. A group of Rodians huddle in one corner, their shimmering scales reflecting the ambient light as they trade secrets in their native tongue. Nearby, a bounty hunter sits alone, nursing a drink and brooding over a failed capture. The local band begins to play; bathed in soft lights on the stage and exotic dancers captivate the audience. Among this lively atmosphere; discreet transactions take place in shadowed corners, whispers of clandestine deals exchanged between parties with hidden agendas. <<Bartender! Another round of drinks for the cantina>> a voice came from the front counter, the voice of a Hutt in its own native tongue.....Huttese..