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Nar Shaddaa, more commonly known as the Smuggler's Moon was a vile place, filled with only the lowest of scum or shadiest of people. It was a perfect Haven for those involved with the Hutt Cartel, or those that simply wanted things acquired in an illegal matter. Samuel Weiss was neither of those people, instead he was a third option, a Bounty Hunter. He wasn't after any 'acquisitions' as the Guild called them, instead he was at a no-name bar in the middle of the sprawling, planet side city.
Samuel was dressed up in a dirty, tan longcoat with matching black leather gloves and brown boots, one size bigger than his regular shoes to avoid any boot-related issues. He looked something like a futuristic gunslinger, not something too uncommon, but might raise an eyebrow or two. The Hunter went up to the counter and asked for what the locals called in Basic 'Fire Mayhem'. The bartender nodded and went to grab two bottles,a relatively large glass and a spoon.
The heavier drink was poured in first, then the floater. The bartender grabbed a crude lighter and lit the drink on fire, it glowing a brilliant cobalt blue for a few seconds. So that's why they called it the Fire Mayhem. Samuel thanked the bartender. He wasn't here for a drink exactly, nor was he an alcoholic, instead he was looking to build up contacts, even if that meant dealing with the darker side of the Galaxy.
Samuel was dressed up in a dirty, tan longcoat with matching black leather gloves and brown boots, one size bigger than his regular shoes to avoid any boot-related issues. He looked something like a futuristic gunslinger, not something too uncommon, but might raise an eyebrow or two. The Hunter went up to the counter and asked for what the locals called in Basic 'Fire Mayhem'. The bartender nodded and went to grab two bottles,a relatively large glass and a spoon.
The heavier drink was poured in first, then the floater. The bartender grabbed a crude lighter and lit the drink on fire, it glowing a brilliant cobalt blue for a few seconds. So that's why they called it the Fire Mayhem. Samuel thanked the bartender. He wasn't here for a drink exactly, nor was he an alcoholic, instead he was looking to build up contacts, even if that meant dealing with the darker side of the Galaxy.
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