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Nar Shaddaa, Vaiken Pub
Exarus Cade sat at the bar table, nursing a glass of whiskey in his left hand while clutching at his hip, bruised from the duel the night before.
He wore a leather jacket and black cargo pants, strapped to his thigh was a holster containing a backup relby K-23 blaster pistol. Hidden beneath his jacket was the lightsaber he carried around simply so he wouldn't feel naked, an insecurity adopted from years of training with the Jedi Order.
He gazed out at the vast city scape of Nar Shaddaa, completely oblivious to what he'd do now. He felt no purpose, no belonging. He had fallen in battle to his best friend, a dark Jedi traitor. Cade's failure haunted him, the harmony of the lightside had failed him and had it not been for Cade's quick thinking, it would have been the death of him. What point was there to live in a galaxy where darkness prevailed over the light?
Whatever the case, he knew he'd have to figure it out. His time with the Jedi was over, he was sure of this. But where else was there to go?
Cade decided not to think about it, and instead turned his attention to the vibrant nightlife that sung, danced, drank and conversed within the pub.