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Syr Bors

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Black Hole Bar & Restaurant
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C00-K1's internal power roared to life, as did the other droids in running the bar's kitchen. The sole Bar keeper and owner, an elderly Quarren known only as or Sam, nodded approvingly as her line of droids got to work ahead of the incoming rush. Slowly, she made her way towards the small stage where some of the music droids sat lifeless. Lifeless that is, until she smacked one of them. A few grunts, and the droids came to life, and began to play their assorted music selections

Just in time too. The first few customers were coming in. The Black Hole Bar & Restaurant was popular for a number of reasons. One was that is was open all night, two was it had 'live' music or at least the option for patrons to play their own music with her droids filling in as backup, three was it served some of the best food and drinks droids could produce and four was the tables for Sabaac or other games near the kitchen doors. But most important of all, it was popular with the Jedi.

Located a short distance from where the Jedi padawans and knights would exit their training rooms, the combination of smells from the C00-K1's baking the nerf steaks grilling and the mynock wings being served hot, alongside the sounds of music gathered from across the galaxy, always lured in the newest jedi recruits. Even a trained master would be hard pressed to resist the temptation of the Black Hole's pull. And the rush was always right after a bunch of the classes ended.

The bar's door burst open with the sound of jovial laughter as the ground shook slightly. The Giant Pango who entered spoke loudly as he stepped inside.

"Oooo my my my, what a glorious place! Yes, my friends were right!"

Sam smiled to herself as Syr Bors sat down at the largest seat available, which coincidentally was closer to the kitchen. A small astromech droid rolled out under the dim lights and began to beep at him for an order.

"Oh, a drink? Hand me a cup of blue milk, and a cup of Jawa Juice! My throat is dryer than a Bantha's hide!"
 
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