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+Tanked Tauntaun Ground Floor+
+Tanked Tauntaun Ground Floor+
Open to Hutt members/criminal based independents looking for 2 to 3 more people to help establish a fence. This is just the meet and greet for a plot. PVP/Death Disabled
Snow, and freezing winds, the weather on Raithal left the young Basadi chilled to the bone, he heard tell that The Wook was looking for more real-estate on this frozen rock and Jace was looking to gain a little influence, so here he was on this frozen ball looking for a good spot to set up a fence.
Jace could understand why, the inhospitable weather wouldn't draw intoo much traffic from Republic forces, so that made its locale a good prospect for the underworld. trudging through the snow he made his way into a Cantina with a sign of a Tauntaun, making his way to the door he is blasted by a rush of warmth and a surge of music, smoke escaping as he enters into the crowded cantina, passing by a security guard, the stage, and the nearby tables he moves to the bar, orders a glass of whiskey.
Taking note of another guard in the kitchen behind the bar before making his way towards the back of the room to the secluded lounge, opposite the kitchen.
Easing himself onto the sofa he scans the cantina crowd, waving away the cook as he approached to see if he wanted anything to eat, looking at the hodgepodge of species on the wrong side of the law made him not at ease but more comfortable. Sipping his drink he leans back into the sofa, resting his feet on the table as he enjoys the music while his mind wanders, with a place like this he could start making moves to raise in the ranks of the Cartel.
@Commodore
Jace could understand why, the inhospitable weather wouldn't draw intoo much traffic from Republic forces, so that made its locale a good prospect for the underworld. trudging through the snow he made his way into a Cantina with a sign of a Tauntaun, making his way to the door he is blasted by a rush of warmth and a surge of music, smoke escaping as he enters into the crowded cantina, passing by a security guard, the stage, and the nearby tables he moves to the bar, orders a glass of whiskey.
Taking note of another guard in the kitchen behind the bar before making his way towards the back of the room to the secluded lounge, opposite the kitchen.
Easing himself onto the sofa he scans the cantina crowd, waving away the cook as he approached to see if he wanted anything to eat, looking at the hodgepodge of species on the wrong side of the law made him not at ease but more comfortable. Sipping his drink he leans back into the sofa, resting his feet on the table as he enjoys the music while his mind wanders, with a place like this he could start making moves to raise in the ranks of the Cartel.
@Commodore