The DEATH STAR has been destroyed. News is just now starting to reach the ears of IMPERIALS and REBELS alike. The RESISTANCE see this as hope, the GALACTIC EMPIRE see this as war. The political and social climates of the core worlds are starting to destabilize.

Renewed efforts on both sides put everyone in harm's way and the patrons of a small bar in the underworld of Coruscant are no difference....

The sounds of a ruckus bar accompanied a drunk aqualish stumble out through the open door with the dimly lit sign "The Kandra's Kiss" hanging above with a slight slant. Inside what appears to be a bar like any other of the countless purveyors of alcoholic and narcotic consumables that lined this warren of streets below the upper crust of Coruscant. The bar, and surrounding booths, were full of patrons trying to forget their sorry existence, those stopping through after work, those getting a few drinks in before work, and those actively working on their own agendas here in the Kiss.

Behind the bar, and seemingly the current life of the party is a jovial, slightly portly, elderly human male, currently in conversation with a blue skinned female pantoran by the name of Sevia . "Yeah yeah yeah, I just can't believe what you're saying about Wyada. I've known her to have a few drinks, but to stumble out of a cantina in broad daylight, what passes for that down here, that's just unlike her. Man, must have been a hilarious sight." Erza seems to inwardly smiling at the prospect of an old friend doing something amusing as he was conversing with Sevia and tending to the ministrations of the patrons at the bar in various states of coherence.

Across the u-shaped bar a group of three individuals a hulking vibro-axe-wielding gamorrean Deeblo , a lavishly dressed bothan Kolir , and a tall, thin kyuzo Embal were conversing over their mugs, the discussing slowly turning more and more agitated, and probably broaching the classification of argument. Erza had thought he heard the phrase 'bounty thief' spouted more than once.

At a booth on the opposite of the bar from the main entrance a pale trandoshan named Skauge , a nondescript Duros Vooz , and two rodians that appeared to be twins were playing sabacc. Judging by the reactions of both the trandoshan and the duros, they weren't too happy with how much the rodian just won.

Sitting by himself, separated from the others at the bar by at least two seats on either side as if emanating a 'do not disrupt me' vibe was the only other kyuzo in the bar, Kimbo . Kimbo had appeared to notice that others were not approaching him, but he didn't seem to mind at all. That was until he was bumped into from behind as a diminutive verpine Villo was pushed back by a group of drunken humans full of themselves with they think is a mixture of righteous power and liquor induced bravado. "What is this rebel sympathizer doing here?! Why should I have to wait behind an alien at a human bar?!" The lead male said with disgust dripping off his tongue turning back to his two other companions thinking himself quite funny.

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