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 Post Posted: Fri, June 25th 2010 07:33pm    Post subject: The Exospheric Club
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The best damn casino in the Galaxy!
~Zark Cvetkovic


Established in late 33 Galactic by Zark Cvetkovic, The Exospheric Club saw popularity within the Core Worlds by Corrupt Politicians and Nobles for it's gambling appeal in one of the six casinos, each stationed within either of the six landing-pad saucers, and entertainment on an intimate scale within the large spherical hotel in the center, the entire establishment being over Eight Kilometer in diameter, making it the largest casino space station since The Wheel.

Run and operated by Zark Cvetkovic himself, among the army of workers, dealers and entertainers. Cvetkovic being a successful, most likely lucky gambler, winning and using most of his prize money to construct his most prized possession, The Exospheric Club.
Zark is a well cut, charming man. You would mistake him as an average patron were it not for his armed guards.

Taking a large financial risk in establishing it, being ripe for Republic discipline with it's subtle prostitution relation to it's Politicians, Zark, being a betting man established it nonetheless. Successfully keeping it away from the prying ears of the Republic, while attracting many power-hungry politicians and spoiled Nobles.
Surprisingly, the establishment has it's own fleet of armed Corellian freighters of varying models, and three modified Action VI freighters patrolling the area to ensure force is carried out when needed; and including the Company of 225 armed security personnel, should any sort of heist be attempted in any or all of the six casinos, The Exospheric Club is relatively a safe place for high-value politicians to seek entertainment within the Club.

Despite the risks involved with such an operation, especially when dealing with entertainers willing to sell themselves for a politician's delight, it has surprisingly increased it's normal intake: Starting with twenty or so politicians joining the club when it was just a single, saucer shaped hotel/casino, to well over five thousand participants of the mid-to-upper classes, including an undisclosed amount of Nobles and Politicians in the now large, illustrious hotel and casino.

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Location: It is located slightly off The Daragon Trail Hyperspace Route, and near the planet Aragau

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The lights, the booming music, the sounds of wealth and loss. All of them entered Badim’s ears, making his head spin with what to do first. For what’s it worth, he was a bachelor again. He looked over his shoulder, seeing Resth, Jan and Clare peering around the docking-disc-combination-casino. Badim whistled to get their attention and tossed a pair of comlinks to the doctors. Nothing as advanced as Badim or Clare’s, but they had their encryption settings. He turned to them, waving his comlink while he walked backwards with a playful smirk on his face.

“Have fun.” He turned back to the path he was walking and continued to wonder what to do first. He and Clare had credits abounding from Candrog’s account, though not infinite. They could only siphon fifty thousand of the millions of credits that would go unnoticed by the new shareholder of Candrog’s fortune, some sort of financial worker who took over the account after his demise. Ten thousand of those credits were sent to Sara, to fund whatever transportation and other needs she would need to meet up with Badim and Clare.
Concentrating on something other than the past and indulging in the present, he made his first stop. The check-in kiosks had ten large lines that he was willing to wait through to reserve rooms for the ship. It’d be better than taking a shuttle all the way back to the Fate, currently docked to one of the many floating dock stations around The Exospheric Club. The docking discs were reserved for those who had the credits to afford the docking fees, mainly powerful individuals and liners, and for shuttles ferrying tourists and patrons alike to dock as well.

Waiting an extended period in line, he finally made it to the kiosk. Completely automated, with a camera checking for criminals, terrorists etcetera. Badim didn’t have any of those requirements, his record constantly being checked for such criteria while he was working for Dirod. He was the only one of his men to not have an official, outspoken record. In all sense, he was the whitest Taun-Taun in Nar Shaddaa if one looked at his record, though he was as dangerous as a Wampa if one actually followed him in his shifty works back on the Hutt moon.

He registered four rooms, taking into account his relationship with Clare, it was better for them to have separate rooms. And if Resth and Jan were in an unsung relationship, they could complain to him later on the room arrangements. He typed in the room numbers into his comlink, 4516, 4532, 4563, 4591, and told the crew to take claim of their favorite. Badim took 4532 and let the others decide. He was the Captain and pilot of the Fate, so he assumed he had the privilege of claiming the first room.

Now, it was time to pick his next activity. Stepping out of the line of people and aliens, he moved past a peculiar looking rodian with two IG-152 droids at either side of him. Their photoreceptors followed Badim as he moved past their master, then determining he wasn’t a threat, having left his E-11 on the Fate, resorting to the rather useless defense weapon of a stun holdout pistol for defense, they turned away towards other potential targets. H6 would love the company, Badim snickered.

Booming music that reverberated throughout his body captured his attention, and he quick stepped in it’s direction. He was quickly greeted to a red, purple and deep blue lights shining into his eyes, glazing them over as he thought of what he could do today. First things first, he needed a non-Hutta brand beer.

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There wasn’t much Clare could do in the station, if Badim had told her where they were going, she might of planned ahead. Or failing that telling him to find a different place to go aside from this casino station. There were concession stands and the likes, one of which is where she quelled her hunger with some sugared rings. A little boost now would make her more tired when she crashed in her quarters—her comlink bleeped. Her hotel room as it turns out was ready for her to use. She would take any vacant room, she wasn’t caring which she got in the least.
Moving on she saw the Ruby Cantina, where music and lights were booming. She peered inside before trekking further into the station. In the cantina, however, a face caught her eye among the patrons. Badim. He had a beer in his hand, his eyes following a tanned, scantily-clad brunette woman with a blue twi‘lek, equally scantily, while they walked past his back, running her hand across his shoulders as she passed. His eyes shot upwards and he noticed her. His grin faded to a thin lined smile, he gave a friendly wave towards her. She moved on.

“Bastard.” She muttered under her breath. So it was over between them. She had pushed him away and here she was watching him eye other women. Good riddance. It was her fault, she pushed him to drinking and ultimately back to his single-istic nature. It would have been better that she hadn’t found that information on Subject 001, then maybe things would be different.

She needed to think, move on. There were hundreds of men on this station. What was the harm in meeting some of them, hm? Get back to the old times of seduction? If it had worked on Badim while she was working for Candrog, it should definitely get other. She kept her barriers up and didn’t sleep with her targets while conducting such business. But since she willingly gave it away to Badim a few months ago, well, this time, she could go the extra step with whoever she found. A little one night stand wouldn’t hurt.

Clare just needed to find the right man to fit the bill.


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Optional Music: Technologic

Clare let her body move with the techno beat, her skin starting to sweat from the dancing and the congestion of the crowd. She was in a cantina across from the Ruby, it wasn’t as lively, but what was a ten less patrons for a good time? She hadn’t felt this alive in a long, long time. Her hips swayed and snapped to each beat, it didn’t matter if she was in tune with the music, everyone else were jumping around and dancing to whatever beat they pleased. A pair of hands came up behind her and gently held her waist, drawing her in close. Normally, if she hadn’t suppressed her instinct to instantly snap around and break the person’s neck, the person would be dead. But instead she welcomed it. Leaning backwards with her back still to his chest, and wrapping a hand around the man’s neck as they both moved to the beat. She ran that hand throughout his hair, thick, brown stubble.
A glance backwards and she could see him clearly. He was human, dark eyes of a color she couldn’t tell in this light. His skin was toned just a shade darker than hers. She ran her hip against his legs, pretty soon from there things started heating up for the two. Their hands caressed each other in all the right places, she even let him run his hand over her entire shirt. In between the caressing and dancing they exchanged first names, just simple Hey, I’m Clare and Name’s Alin sort of introductions.
Thinking the time was right, their bodies smelling like sweet sweat and wanting the other, she about-faced to Alin and ran her hands along his cheeks. She brought herself upwards and pulled his fiery, eager face closer to her own. Maybe it was the passion of meeting someone out of the blue of hyperspace and about to engage intimacy with a complete stranger, but she wished she and Badim could have been like this. To finalize her thoughts, she wrapped both of her arms around Alin’s neck and closed the deal.


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They couldn‘t keep their hands to themselves, they managed to get an elevator that wasn‘t full of people and kissed the whole way to the forty-five-hundredth floor of the station. They pushed past tourists, their eyes full with ambition of what they were about to do with each other. Her head, with Alin’s she assumed, was light-headed. She could probably be hit with a speeder right now and still be drunk enough to survive. She wasn’t even drunk, but she was glazed over like one. Laughing at something Alin whispered to her ear, they came up to her room while he eagerly attacked her neck. Clare opened the door to her room, 4591, the one that wasn’t locked or dibbed on, and just as fast as it had opened, it instantly swooshed closed again and locked. They made their way towards the bed of the room. She didn’t take in the décor, and neither did Alin, one’s lips pressed and tongues swimming around the other‘s. She was alive.

Alin gripped her ass with two strong hands, making her laugh and gasp at the sudden surprise. He lifted her into the air while she tightly held his neck. She was plopped down onto the bed and sprung back upwards, only serving to turn her on more. On instinct they started to strip down to nothing but their undergarments. It was all that was needed, and it meant more caressing to get them off during the act. She clasped her hands on each of his bare shoulder blades and the kissing continued. He tore off her bra, she reached down and removed his boxers. The finale came when he removed her panties.

After he got the feel of her for a few thrusts, she noted how she didn’t want to get pregnant. Of course, a guy like Alin didn’t want that sort of commitment with her and put on some protection. With the nature of the casinos right next to the hotel, several protective sleeves were included and placed in the rooms. Damn this wasn’t such a bad place.

Once the protection was in place, she leaned down to him and kissed him on the lips. “Let’s get this done.” She winked, and they were at it again.


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Badim hadn’t had no more than half a beer when Clare had left after she had seen him eye those strippers earlier. It was sitting in front of him, it’s condensation wetting his hand while he thought. Had he gone too far? Who knows? Maybe she was about to get back together with him. How badly did he frak this up this time? A webbed pat on the back alerted him to someone behind him.
“Not interested.” He said to the stripper.

“Excuse me?” Resth said behind him.

Badim’s mind jolted and he turned around. “Oh, frak, sorry man. I’m not doing too good.” He looked at the red fish-man, Jan was with him, then Badim noticed they had a new looks. For Resth it was a dark navy-blue overcoat of cotton, a white dress shirt with a similarly blue tie, and a pair of black trousers. He still looked like a doctor, but not of the mad scientist lab-coat toting kind. Jan picked a more casual look, a black sleeveless top and black jeans. Badim looked over both of them a few times before commenting. “Hey, now that is a really good look for you two. Looks like you doctors have good taste after all.”

“You think?” Jan asked, looking over her own clothing as if she was blushing. “Thanks, Soilding.”

“Oh for frak’s sake.” Badim muttered. “I had to tell him the same thing.” Badim jerked his finger at Resth. “Call me Badim.”

She nodded, noted she needed some rest and retired to her room. Badim turned back to his slowly warming drink while Resth took a seat next to him. He asked what Badim was having. Collin’s Finest he replied. Resth ordered one for himself.

“I thought you didn’t drink?”

“I don’t drink Hutta brand, Badim.” Resth noted, his beer appearing in front of him, cap already taken off. “I’m not a frequent drinker, either, but I know when I need to share one with someone who needs help.”

Badim took a sip of his beer, placing it down and watching a droplet race down the bottleneck. “That obvious huh?”

Resth gave him a reassuring pat, “What’s wrong?”

“Me and Clare.” Badim replied without hesitation. “She was walking by over there-” He jerked his thumb behind himself. “-saw me eyeing some strips passing by.” Badim paused, eyes tracing possible paths for water droplets to race down. “She hates me, I know it.”

“Ah. The mystery of the genders.” Resth said, taking a sip before continuing. “Our species are vastly different, we can breath and survive underwater infinitely, your’s can’t. So different, but when it comes to those primal urges, we are the same.”

Resth looked down in a remembrance sort of gaze. “I’ve had my shortcoming with females. Similar situation you’re in, I might add. It didn’t last, because I didn’t, as you humans would say, man up and ask for forgiveness.”

“What happened next?”

“I soldiered on. Just like any other. Started that medical clinic on Ylesia back in Hutt Space shortly afterwards.”

“So what? You lost your girl? And started that crappy clinic of yours?” Badim’s eyes widened at the thought of losing Clare. Resth eyed him at the crap comment. “That’s the booze talking, Doc.”

Resth shook his head and took a gulp of his drink. “I try not to look back on those times, but yes, I did.”

Urgency filled Badim’s eyes. He looked back to his drink. Could he live without--hell no. After what he went through with Jelahen, he wasn’t about to lose Clare again, alive or dead. A knot twisted in his gut and he stood up. “Thanks for the help, Doc. Drinks are on me.”

Resth nodded, took the credit chit from Badim’s hand and he was off to find Clare. He had a feeling which room she’d be in too. The only room available and not locked at the moment, 4591. He pushed his way into the elevator.


A Mass Effect-like elevator ride later…



Badim ran out of the elevator and down the corridor. He glanced at the door numbers as they flashed past, ’78, ‘79, ‘80, then his heart sank. He looked ahead of himself. He saw a man stepping out of room 4591, Clare bidding him goodbye with a sexy smile on her lips. His pace didn’t slow, in fact it sped up. His heart bounding harder and harder despite being in a pit. When he was at room ‘89, he let out a terrifying roar. Clare and the man were caught by surprise, and Badim acted so quickly Clare didn’t have time to react to save her new lover from a full-on body tackle. He and the man went flying for several more rooms thanks to the slightly lighter gravity, using fists in the place of expletives in the hallway. A woman across the hall screamed, that along with security cameras triggered a silent alarm that would call security guards to the scene. Badim didn’t care.

Badim could hear the man’s pleas, his begging for mercy. Badim ignored them all. Punching the man until his face bled in enough places where the floor would be stained from feet away with his blood. The security guards arrived, gripped his arms and pulled him off the unconscious man. Clare looked disgusted at Badim, leaving for the elevator to take a shuttle to the Fate, take it as her own and charter her own path without him.

That’s what would have happened if he had shown up ten minutes later, but the reality was he was at her door, listening to the orgasmic screams on the other side as she slept with an unknown man. He waited it out while he heard the passionate screams on the other end for who knows how long. He just knew they had entered their climaxes and were soon dressing again. He heard voices approaching the door, and he moved away to watch from afar. They said their goodbyes, but didn’t seal it with a kiss. At least that showed something.

“Can I com you later?” The mysterious man said, hope for some more action with her in his voice.

“We’ll see.” Clare winked.

The man took that as a cue it was time to leave, and moved on. Clare’s door shut and the man brushed shoulders with Badim. That almost set him off into a frenzy to beat the frakking crap out of him, but he held it in. This was between him and Clare.
When the man was out of earshot and in the elevator, Badim knocked on Clare’s door.
“I'm done for tonight, Alin. What do you need—Badim!” She shouted in surprise and shock.

“We need to talk.” Badim said, pushing past Clare into the room. He saw the carnage that had taken place in the room. That just saddened and infuriated him more. Clare shut the door behind them.

“What about?” She asked.

“You know what it is.” He gestured a hand to the mess.

Clare stepped next to him. “I-I…”

“I saw the man, Alin, Clare. I heard what the frak you were doing in here. Tell me it isn’t what I am frakking seeing!”

Clare just looked at him. Regret in her eyes. Badim pushed away and leaned against the window that looked onto the interior park in the center of the hotel, simulated sunlight blanketing the establishment in light. Imported flock flew past the window.
“…It is…” Clare finally spoke up.

“Why?” Badim asked.

“Because you were looking at those frakking strippers and didn’t give a frakking damn about me!”

“I have been sitting down in that cantina thinking about how I frakking screwed up! I screwed up Clare!” He pushed off from the window and looked at her in the face. “What else is there to say!? I screwed up and I’m sorry! I am sorry I woke up as a man who knew nothing but sex!”

“Don’t you frakking yell at me!” Clare shouted in his face. “I thought we were done and over and I could have a little action!”

“You never asked for action! Well how about this?” He gestured around himself, the room, Clare, everything. “Is a torn relationship and sleeping with a damn pretty boy, is that the kind of action you wanted?”

Clare was about to speak, but Badim didn’t let up. “Ever since you found out about that secret of Candrog’s and made it your sworn, frakking duty to rid the galaxy of it, you haven’t been the same. I was pushed out Clare. That’s why I took up the beers, that’s why you saw me gazing at those women down there, that is why our relationship frakking snapped like a branch!” He pushed away and landed in the chair next to the window. He couldn’t keep up the screaming, he lowered his tone. With his fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose, he continued, “I…I thought after that shit with Candrog was done with, we would get back to normal, that everything would go alright again.” He shook his head. “It didn’t so I didn’t know where else to go. I needed a place to relax. I was looking…for a chance to get back to what we were Clare.”

He looked at her, she had moved from her standing position and sat on the floor in a corner. Both of their eyes looked like they were about to burst in tears at the other’s dismay. First Badim started to breathe heavily, his heart pounding and his stomach still knotted tight. Single tears began to run down his cheek. He sniffed his nose and ran his arm over his eyes to dry the tears. “I’m sorry…”

Clare’s eyes were glazed in thought, tears forming in them. Badim stood and moved for the door. He needed to get away from her for a while. There was a loud, sorry, desperate cry behind him, “Badim!” Clare scurried to her feet as fast as possible and ran for him. He couldn’t keep his back turned. He just had to. How could he forgive her for what she did? He was in the wrong by innocently eyeing other women, he wasn't the one who frakking slept with another man. He charged off, Clare tried to catch up, but by the time she made it to the door, it had closed again and Badim entered the elevator just down to his left. The elevator doors closed just as Clare had managed to open her door. Losing sight of him altogether. Her expression fell heavily, retreating into her room to do whatever she pleased. Badim didn't care. Hell, he was going drink until he collasped and awoke in the station's infirmary. What the frak did he have to lose?


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“Another.” Jade said, placing her empty mug on the countertop.
“Are you sure?” The bartender asked, an alien of some kind that Jade didn’t recognize.
“Another.” She repeated. She didn’t recognize his species, but she knew he wasn’t the only bartender she had talked to tonight, let along the only bartender there. He couldn’t possibly had anything other than her appearance to go on, and she had little doubt she looked far more drunk than she actually was right now. She’d only had two drinks, neither of them all that potent, and past experience had proved to her she had an extremely high tolerance for alcohol.

The bartender did as she asked and gave her another glass without even confirming what it was. She thanked him and raised the glass to her lips. Before she took any of it, though, she stopped and put the glass back on the table. A new song had started out behind her, and she paused as she considered just what she was doing. She had just won a nice supply of credits in a Sabacc game, she had little to do besides keep herself busy while her current passengers enjoyed their trip, and for once, her ship was choosing not to cause her any troubles. She should have been enjoying herself.

”Oh, that’s right.” She thought as the lyrics of the song actually began. Her most recent boyfriend had dumped her recently. Or maybe she had dumped him. Jade couldn’t remember. In either circumstance, it had resulted in Jade evicting him from her ship, and she had been forced to keep in her feelings of being ticked off about the situation to avoid giving her passengers a reason to second-guess traveling with her.

Now, she was using her free time to drink away her feelings on the matter. She had a long night ahead of her.

“We need to talk.” She heard a voice say. She didn’t have to look to see who it was, she recognized the voice from her recent card game. It was Nerram, the man who had come in second place.
“You want to congratulate me?” She asked. “Or you want to hear me gloat about it. I’m fine with either.”
“We need to talk about my winnings.” He said.

She turned to him and glared.

“Which you lost to me. Get lost.” Jade said, though it seemed like that was the last thing he was interested in.
“I want my money.” He said.
“Good luck getting what isn’t yours.” Jade said, and went back to her drink. For real this time.

Nerram leaned in and whispered into her ear.

“I think we both know it’s really mine. Especially since we both know you cheated.”

She paused and put her drink back down on the table.

“Both know?” Jade asked.
“I think you know what I’m talking about.” Nerram said, his voice carrying a threatening tone. “Jedi.”

Curiously, he was both wrong and right. Technically, she wasn’t a Jedi, though he had managed to peg her as someone who knew how to use the Force, and use it well. What he had done wrong, however, was peg her as a cheater. It was true, she had used the Force to help her win such games on multiple occasions. This time, however, was not one of them.

But pegging her as such, especially doing so by calling her out as a member of daddy’s little club, struck at her the wrong way.

“You have evidence to back that up?” She said, glaring at him.
“There’s no other way you could have won that game.” Nerram said.
“Sure there is.” Jade said. “You’re a lousy player with a lot of luck. And your luck finally ran out.”
“You want to make this difficult?” Nerram said.

Jade snickered and let out small burst of laughter. For someone who clearly thought he had found a Jedi cheater, he sure hadn’t thought out how he was going to get ‘his’ money back.

“You call me a Jedi, and then you want to make things difficult?” She said. “You are a special kind of stupid, you know that?”
“I think you don’t know who you’re talking to.” Nerram said.
“You’re right. I don’t, you nobody.”

She briefly considered going for her vibroblade to try a scare tactic on the man, but held back. She wasn’t that drunk yet. It was currently tucked away and well hidden, and if she could ward off the jerk without making it clear that she was armed, it would probably be for the best.

“Nobody? You think I’m a nobody?” Nerram said.
“You have a hearing problem too?” Jade asked.
“You’re the nobody here.” Nerram said, jabbing his fist into her shoulder. “And you’re going to give me what I want, or you’re going to see just what kind of nobody I am.”

It took no small measure of patience for Jade to hold back. She could tell he was trying to get her to start something and give him an excuse. She need to make sure that didn’t happen.

“Try it.” She said, grabbing the mans hand. She slowly began to move it off of her and crush it, using the Force to increase her grip till she could tell that he was uncomfortable, and then let go. “I dare you.”

“Excuse me, is there a problem here?” A bartender asked.
“No.” Jade said, looking towards the alien, then back to Nerram. “No trouble at all.”

She moved in and got right into the mans face.

“Is there?” She said, then went back to her drink.
“No.” Nerram said. He stood next to her for several minutes, watching as she finished her drink, and then left.

”Figures.” She said, putting her glass on the table. ”Nothing but talk.”

“Another!”
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The elevator doors opened to a random section of the station. He didn’t care which part he ended up in, just as long as he was near a cantina to drown himself in. The frak was wrong with him? With a woman like Clare he should have seen this coming, shouldn’t he? A woman trained in the arts of assassinations and deception? Frak yeah he knew how to pick them. First one’s the hardest, that’s the saying right?
Badim!” His comlink had repeated several times, over and over again. From Clare. He pulled out his comlink and didn’t hesitate in deactivating it. Not only would she not be able to track him down with it’s tracking system, but he wouldn’t hear her either.

Badim felt used, tossed and trashed. He could probably even grab Resth and Jan and take off in the Fate, that’d show her not to mess with the ship’s captain. Arg. He needed a drink fast. He squeezed into a little side cantina, nothing fancy though. Music still played, lights flared and flashed, all that. Badim went to a corner of the bar counter where he couldn’t easily be seen. There was a woman who looked about his age there. But he wasn’t about to stoop to Clare’s level. All he had done was look at a woman and she went and-- “Grah.” He muttered. They were done anyways. They were finished on Bespin, he just didn’t realize it until they went to Candrog’s skyscraper. Sure, he held onto that hope that they still cared for each other, it just wasn’t meant to be…

“What’ll it be?” The bartender asked, he wasn’t a special bartender. Just a trando, but he held the clichéd must clean all the glasses like any other bartender with a glass. Badim looked around, the woman he had seen earlier, who was just a seat away from him, was drinking out of a large mug.

“I’ll have what she’s having.” Badim said through his vaguely showing gritted teeth, then huddled around his drink, took the handle and muttered. “What a frakking life this is.” He took his first sip and looked forward to the hangover in the morning…

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“Amen to that.” Jade said in response to the man’s comment, though she didn’t put much effort into it, leaving it just barely loud enough to hear over whatever noises were in the background. She took another mouthful of her drink and glanced in his direction to make sure he wasn’t someone she’s need to worry about.

There was an inkling in the Force that he was not someone she’d want to turn her back on, though from the actual looks of him, he came off rather unassuming.

“Hmm.” She thought to herself. She’s still probably want to keep an eye on him just in case. Looks could be deceiving, and she trusted the Force more than she trusted the judgment of her eyes.

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Badim heard the woman’s comment. Amen to that. He wondered if she was in the same predicament as he was. But she looked somewhat smug, like nothing could bother her, so that couldn’t be the case. He was halfway through his drink -- he didn’t care to ask what brand it was, but it was a beer -- He turned and asked out of curiosity, from one patron to another. “What’re you drinking to?”

The woman turned to him in a glance that clearly had What do you want? written all over it. “Who says I’m drinking to anything?”
Badim shrugged, taking a quick sip of his drink and continuing. “Everybody drinks for one reason or another.”
The woman turned back to her drink. “Maybe I just want to get drunk.”
“A hangover’s one reason.”
“What other reason do I need?” She said, her voice implementing she was starting to get disinterested, maybe even annoyed. Hell, if this turned into a bar fight, it was better than moping around.
“Winning. Losing. Taking life as it comes. Good or bad.” Badim took a rather large gulp of his drink, remembering what he was drinking to. “Plenty of reasons.”

The woman looked at Badim, then back to her drink. “Fine. Good reasons to want to drink. But you don’t need them.”

“It sure helps to think of why you’re drinking sometimes.”

The woman slowly lowered her head to the countertop to rest her forehead. She lifted it up slightly and lowered it back down as it made a subtle thud before coming back up fully. “Is there something you need to complain to someone about?”

Badim let out a small chuckle. “Not really. It’s just better to have someone to talk to, rather than drink alone.” Badim had taken the hint, not one of many he had received over the past few months. He stood up with his drink and began to move away. “Enjoy solitude.”

The woman scoffed without turning towards him. “I will. Why do you think I’m trying to get drunk?”

Badim stopped and turned at the woman for a moment. “What?” He laughed somewhat. “That’s your reason for getting drunk? Never would have painted solitude as a reason. Have fun.” He waved off, dismissing the conversation as a means to help pass the time between drinks. He took up a table in the corner of the room where he’d be more easily hidden if Clare went searching for him to apologize. Point is, he apologized, but he didn’t need to accept an apology from Clare after what she did. With that in mind, he took a large gulp and drained his glass. Raising his hand to the bartender to get his attention, then raising his glass to make a silent gesture towards him. Basically meaning, another.

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Clare should have given up searching the station, searching eight kilometers isn’t easy, but it had to be done. She made a mistake, a big one, an irreversible one. She just needed to find Badim and apologize. What was she thinking? They were broken up, gone and out the door, plenty of room for another, that’s what she was thinking. But Badim had just taken it as taking a break, still holding feelings for her, after everything that had happened. How could she not see it? Even if she apologized, she knew Badim didn’t need to accept it. This could be the final nail in the coffin for her. He could be off the station and flying off now, why have her onboard if all it did was bring up bad blood?

Frak. She needed to find him. Clare had run into Resth a while ago, he was smelling a bit like alcohol. He wasn’t drunk, but just enough to wet his whistle she just assumed. He hadn’t seen him, so she had moved on. It had been an hour now since what happened in her room, that was more than enough time to leave for the Fate and jump into hyperspace. Seeing Resth was a sign that he was still here, but that didn’t change the fact she ran into him a half hour ago, enough time for them to pack up as well.

Clare needed to stop for a minute, catch her breath. She was breathing through tears here, dried tears, but the feeling hadn’t passed. Her lungs were clenched tightly, so much was contributing to her lungs clenching. Fear of never seeing Badim again, sorrow for what she did and the running. The foremost former took priority, she assumed. Her stomach was in a knot as she sat down on a bench. Where would Badim be? She had already checked the Ruby Cantina and other cantinas she‘d encountered so far, nothing there. She even checked the various casinos in case he was betting credits away left and right. Nothing there either.

Clare looked up and the artificial lighting, what could she do? A flash of neon lights indicated another cantina nearby. Curiosity if this was where she’d find Badim took over her and she jumped to her feet, briskly walking towards the entrance. There were only a few patrons in there now, maybe it was closing for the evening, or maybe it just wasn’t that popular. Either way, she peered inside, not wanting to waste time in searching the whole establishment. She quickly scanned the faces she could see, a woman at the bar’s counter glanced at her. She had dark hair, bound in a ponytail, she turned back to her drink, uninterested. As were a few more patrons she looked at, though some the glances were a mix of expressions. Nothing. Clare moved on. Behind her, though, she could feel a faint feeling of her mind being touched somehow. She glanced back to the cantina, nothing had moved or changed. She continued on and the thought passed.

Maybe she needed rest, but she needed to check to see if it was worth continuing her search later. She went to an information desk and requested a docking report, to see which ships were still docked or not. She had to do a little work to wiggle the information out, but she got it. The Fate was still there. She sighed in relief and returned to her room. Though she didn’t think she was going to get any sleep tonight.

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One week ago


Clare was inside a building in the Nar Shaddaa Skylines, getting information from a computer console under the nose of some hopeful Candrog Loyalist, hopeful idiots praying their organization would continue to thrive. Badim was standing watch with a sniper rifle from a skyscraper over, reminding him of killing Warir‘kar years earlier. This was different, however, this was their first stop on finding Subject 001, if they struck gold here they could get rid of whatever Subject 001 was. Clare had been in there for a while now, though she was always good at sneaking around, so he let her take her time and kept com-silent. He instead watched carefully at some unlucky snipers scattered around the skyline.

All that mattered was this tower was still controlled by the Black Stars, who had vacated just about everything owned by the gang except this small area for one reason or another, but from what Badim had observed over the years, they never ventured out of this tower at all. More like a perimeter building of some sort. Whatever, at least Badim knew he’d be alone up here. Him and a sniper rifle, looted of course, his XJ rifle having been lost months ago during the crash of the original Fate. This really brought him back to waiting for that bouncer-slash-bounty hunter of a wookiee to come out so he could just up and miss. It was because of that he broke a few rips from the thrashing and tossing he got from Warir’kar when he had to go in after him. Water under the bridge, he supposed.

The rooftop access door opened up behind him, he instantly jerked his head to see two guys with blaster pistols loosely in hand. They were dumbfounded that someone was up here. Badim rolled on his back and aimed the sniper rifle at the two, he put his finger up to his lips. “Shhh.” He hissed. If these gang members were smart enough, which they probably weren’t, they’d stay quiet and would quit their job right now.

There was an explosion from the building he had been watching his whole time. Thermal detonator charge. Where the frak had Clare been hiding that? Alarms started to wail inside all the Black Stars controlled buildings. In the briefest of distractions, the two men showed their stupidity by trying to rush him, jerking their blasters first towards the explosion, then to Badim. Two quick shots and they were down. Seeing his handiwork, he activated his comlink.
“Mind telling me where that thermal came from?”
Blaster fire came in from the other end of the transmission.
“Can’t talk!” she yelled, sounding annoyed, not at the gunfire but at him. “Meet you at the rendezvous!”

Badim grunted. She was getting more determined in finding Subject 001, possibly surpassing his once obsession with hunting down Jelahan. He would have liked having H6 with him now, but he was on his way to Bakura, he had decided to go after Jan Nams, calculating the odds of him finding her. It was obvious he thought it was a worthwhile gamble. Badim had given H6 another mission too, after his search of Bakura was complete, to find Sara and let her know of what was going on. He was going to need her help to try and prevent another Ord Mantell, with Clare and Subject 001 being at the center of it this time.

While having these thoughts, Badim was already flying down flights of stairwells throughout the building. Killing the odd gang member who stood in his way. Those that didn’t show signs of resistance, but signs of cowardice and retreat, he spared. They might grow a pair and leave before they get killed. He was almost to a skywalk where, on another building on the other side, a speeder was waiting for him. Also looted, he might as well add.

He paused, his boots skidding to a halt on the cool durasteel flooring. A man stood in front of him, a vibrosword humming to his side. Badim didn’t need the sniper rifle anymore and simply dropped it on the ground, he still had his E-11 if he needed a blaster, but this was too good to pass up. Badim pulled out his own sword, thumbing the activation switch, quickly it began to vibrate and hum itself. He made a gesture to the man, and they began. Parrying blows, dueling slashes, dodging blades. Oh it went on for what seemed forever.

Badim bent down low to dodge a high swing, bringing his blade down on the man’s calves. He promptly fell backwards. Badim straightened and brought his sword over his head to finish his foe. A quick hiss and Badim was staggering backwards clutching his right eye. He cautioned a brief look, relieved to see—actually see out of his right eye. Warm, copper tasting blood trickled out of a large gash along the right side of his face, and down into his mouth. The man had flung a vibroknife at him, luckily he hadn’t had time to activate the vibrator, so it didn’t do that much damage. He hoped. Badim spit out the warm liquid while the man struggled to stand, trying to take advantage of the situation.

At this point, Badim didn’t care about finesse or style. He just wanted this guy dead and meet Clare at the rendezvous. He quickly drew his E-11 after a moment of acted staggering, aimed and fired several shots. Three of the seven shots hitting the man. Badim had an excuse for not aiming well, the guy had nearly cut out his eye. A few short breaths later, and Badim bolted towards the end of the skywalk. Clare was going to love this.

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Badim downed the last of his beer and slammed the butt of his fourth glass on the table. He was half-asleep now and may very well end up in the infirmary if he had another. Thinking on the up and downsides of such a fate… well there weren’t many ups at all. So he decided to try and walk it off. His feet decided not to move for him, so he figured he’d be staying here a while. He wasn’t exactly drunk, more tired than drunk really. Tipsy, but not drunk. He took in a deep breath and began to contemplate if he should have another drink.

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Truthfully, she didn’t get much sleep that night. She didn’t even sleep in her bed, instead awkwardly sleeping in a chair the whole night, if she got any sleep at all that is. Badim’s comlink was still dark, and she had no idea how to get a hold of him. She could try talking to a clerk about making a station-wide announcement like a concerned mother looking for a lost child on Coruscant. But the fact was, she had to go and find him, if she made the call he wouldn’t come to her. He was hiding from her for what she did, he wouldn’t come out of hiding.
Clare did make another request on the status of the Fate, thankfully it was still there, calming the contrary to her spinning thoughts. At least he was still here. Likely drunk and with another woman, but still here. Rubbing the crust from her eyes she let out an exhausted yawn. From all the searching, tears and the sleepless night, she was surprised to not still be passed out.

Dressed, at the door and ready to try her search again, she sighed. He doesn’t want to be found. I shouldn’t have acted like I did last night. she regretted. He was drinking beer, he could have been in a sort of…daze when he looked at those women. But he apologized, shouldn’t she accept it and ask for forgiveness herself? They were so right for each other, why’d she have to find out she was a clone? Why’d she have to search Candrog’s database for secrets? He had stuck with her through the entire search for, practically, herself. Last night telling her he wanted things to be normal again.

She had confessed a few days earlier she was treating him like shit, and she still was. She had to find him. Say she’s sorry. That won’t fix it. Her head thought. It’s worth a try.

She opened the door. Just what she needed.
“Alin…”

“Hey, Clare.” He smiled, which slowly faded when she squirmed away from him when he tried to embrace her. “What’s up?”

“Alin,” She tried to say what was bothering her, but she couldn’t. “It’s complex.”
“What? Us?” He said disappointedly.
Clare paused. “Yes. It was wrong what we did yesterday. My…” Her chin dipped. Hesitating on what she should call Badim. “Other, he found out about what we were doing, did. I wasn’t honest with you. I was angry at him and…I screwed up, Alin. I’m sorry.”

Alin’s expression changed. Second fiddle? Not good enough? An item? that’s what was being said in his expression. “But I-I thought--”
“I’m sorry, you thought wrong.” She closed the door behind herself, pushing past Alin and began walking down the hallway. Hearing Alin walk off in frustration, possibly from multiple losses with women. Clare hoped he didn’t do anything drastic. She looked ahead of herself, seeing a sober Resth exiting his room.
“Clare.” He nodded, walking next to her while they moved towards the elevator. “Did Badim--”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately? Care to--?”
Clare didn’t like how Badim brought these doctors on the ship without consenting with her. He was, however, the captain and he made the decisions. She would have at least wanted to know about it so she could deny it before they came aboard. But right now, she was the only one she could turn to.
“I told you I was searching for Badim yesterday,” she said plainly, the elevator doors opening to them. Waiting for humans and aliens to exit the elevator she continued. “But I screwed up yesterday. We got in a fight…”
Resth Hmmm’ed while they entered. The doors hissed shut and silence hung between them.

“If I may--”

“Look, Resth.” She turned. “I screwed up, that’s all you need to know.”

“Can I speak a single sentence without being interrupted?” Resth demanded. His voice sounding more stern from his normal calm. She waved him off, the doors opening and the two stepping out. Resth sighed, “You had answered my question already.” The Mon Calamari said. “I may not know you or Badim well yet, but I am part of this crew now, whether you like it or, from what you have been expressing, not. I would like to help. I can contact Jan and have her help as well, if you want to find him sooner.”

Clare dipped her chin. She couldn’t get rid of this fish. Seeing no other alternative, she turned to him. “Keep your comlink on and search two of the discs. I’ll take this one--” Looking around to find which disc she was in. “Disc Three and Four. You pick two and Jan picks two.” Her chin still dipped. “I need to find him.”

Resth put a fishy hand on Clare‘s shoulder, the proximity intensifying the smell of ocean and salt. “Clare, we will find him.” He cocked his head. “I have known you since I helped bring you back to life, Clare. But I have only seen you like this one of other time.”

Clare looked at the Mon Cal, trying to find out what he meant. “That being when you were searching for me to harm me. Determination.”

Clare tried a half-hearted laugh, but it just came out as a sort of groan. “Do you forgive this easily?”

“I am, as you humans say, religious about this sort of thing. Bygones, as you say.” He made the Mon Calamari variant of a smile and continued. “Let us find our captain.”

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The throbbing. Heavy-headed. Grogginess. All of them flowed at once through Badim’s head. His eyes squinted and tried to focus on the bright, painfully bright, cyan ceiling lights overhead. The eyes in their sockets quickly felt like they had become like expanding stones with each pump of blood that passed through them, forcing Badim to close his eyelids while he recuperated for a moment, before trying again with the same results. There was a change in the way the air moved, and he knew someone entered the room he was occupying. That, and the painfully loud clanging as robotic feet impacted the ground. It looked like an ancient, but reliable T1B droid after he braved to open his eyes for a split second.

Mister Soilding.” The droid seemed to boom. “You have a visitor.

The droid excused itself and another pair of shoes entered. A hand placed itself on his chest. It felt smooth with long fingernails on the end. Damn. It was Clare he could tell. But the voice didn’t match, but it came from the direction the hand came from, so it couldn’t be Clare, could it? He braved another glance, seeing Doctor Nams.
He tried to mutter some words, but it just came out as a groan. It wouldn’t be long before Clare showed up, he knew.

The alcohol de-synthesizer should kick in a little while, Badim.” She stated calmly. Painfully he should add, though it seemed like it was going down in volume. “I haven’t contacted Resth or Clare yet, I will in a bit, after the synthesizer does it’s job.” It must have been kicking in, that one sounded like someone speaking over a crowd instead of plain shouting.

“What happened?”

Badim, with his hand pressed to his forehead, his forearm with an IV inside, slurred his first words. “I goawt into a fiyet with Clare…” his slurs started to end now, an alcoholic gas escaping his throat. “I got drunk. And that was that.”

Jan crossed her arms over her chest, clearly not believing Badim’s statement. “It’s true.” He admitted again. Technically, it was. Looking back, he did fight with Clare and got drunk.

Jan stood from her chair and pulled out her comlink. “I’ve got him. Infirmary on the fifth disc.”

“Crap.” Badim muttered as Clare acknowledged instantly. Badim sat up from his bed, pulling the IV out of his arm. It stung, but not the worst scar he had acquired. “Pack up. Tell them to meet us at the ship.” He muttered.

“What?” Jan asked.

“I want to get out of this hell hole. Now.” He saw Jan was going to protest again but ignored it. Pushing out of the infirmary he was apparently in and towards the reception desk. He signed whatever waver he needed to sign for the service, extra fee to his bill et cetera. His room was also instantly charged for the drinks he had consumed. All while Jan followed and urged him to wait for Resth and Clare.

It was obvious she wasn’t going to make the call. “Pack up.” He repeated, this time into his comlink. “Meet us at the ship.”

Badi-!” And instantly the comlink was shut down again. It may have seemed like a quick stay, but he paid for the rooms as the nights passed, so instead of reserving the rooms you stayed for however long you could afford, or if you’d outstayed your welcome. Whichever came first.

Badim approached the elevators and chose the middle one of the three, the other two having just closed with full capacity. He was two feet from it, when the doors parted and another crowd exited. Waiting for a moment for the passengers to move aside, he knew he made a mistake. And there she was. Clare. She stepped out, the elevator quickly filled and closed again. But that didn’t change the fact she was still looking at him. The classic stare down between two people, with the addition of someone next to him who quickly felt awkward and stepped aside.

Clare’s hair looked like it always was. Beautiful, as always. She wasn’t wearing any sort of accessories, just black pants with her utility belt hung loosely tilted to one side, a white tee and that was it. She looked lost for words, as was he. After his drunken night, he didn’t know what to say to her. How he felt on the whole ordeal? That seemed to do little last time. Could they start over? Sure, he had had his relationships before, limited, but still they were relationships however long they lasted. Now he was on the receiving end of the men those women of the past had cheated on.

He lowered his chin, he could tell Clare was inching her way closer to him. Somehow he was as well. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders while he put his own arms around her waist. He leaned down and tucked his head besides Clare’s, she pulled closer and nestled in his neck.
“I’m sorry.” Clare said softly.
“I am too.”

They parted and locked eyes. Badim couldn’t help but crack a smile with Clare. They started to lean in and-
“Hey asshole!” A voice yelled from a few feet away. The two turned towards the voice, though Badim wasn’t too surprised. Alin.

Badim instinctively dodged the first punch while Clare reached for her stun pistol. Badim’s chin snapped right with a punch, and he didn’t want to wait for the security guards to show up. With a high kick he hit Alin in the side of the head and he collapsed. A spark behind Badim and he was down, Clare yelled in protest.
“Don’t stun him!” she yelled at the security guard. She couldn’t attack the guards, she’d be arrested as well. Before Badim completely went out, he saw two shadowy figures pointing stun rifles at him as they fuzzed and melded with the closing dark.

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Badim’s mind was fogged yet again while he awoke from the stun blast. He was in a room similar to that of the infirmary, minus the hangover. His tongue went, wet his dried lips and knew he needed a drink, of water. That and his mouth was drier than Tatooine. His tongue was rough as he tried to coax the roof of his mouth to salivate on it’s own. He must have been out with his mouth open if it was this dry. His hair was patchy from lack of showering recently, one he meant to rectify quickly. His eyes wandered and he saw he, in fact, was back in the same infirmary as before.

He let out a throaty groan and tried to move a limb, any limb. But they were fast asleep and put up strong resistance to the actions by shooting a feeling of a cold, ice meltingly tingling fizzle that made Badim grit his teeth. His ears must have woken up, a strong ting rung in his ears. His toes curled within his boots, a brand he never paid attention to remembering, and then flexed his fingers. Instantly he felt something resisting there as well, a glance down and he saw Clare’s fingers meshed in his. Could this be the turning point in their relationship perhaps? It was serious, what had happened. But he couldn’t help but admit he was thinking the same thing, even for a flash, when he saw those strippers.

Forgive and move on, he supposed. Though, he had to add and avoid what needed to be forgiven to that phrase. If Clare was sincere in her apology, which he had no doubt she did; she wouldn’t do such a thing again. And he knew he’d never lay eyes on another woman, which was how this started anyhow.
“Some boyfriend you had there.” He croaked. Clare opened her eyes and looked up at him. They were thoughtful, sorry and wanting to forget that man, who was sitting unconscious in one bed over.

She smiled and closed her eyes in bliss. “You okay?”

Badim shrugged. “I’m numb.”

Clare lay her head back down on the moderately comfortable bed he was laying on. "Resth and Jan are back on the ship, starting to power her up."

Badim nodded and closed his eyes. This certainly was a...productive visit to the casino. Now all they needed to do was plan their next move. There were several rendevouz points that the crew would likely meet up at. Kuat, Thyferra, Coruscant, Nar Shaddaa. Basically their homeworlds or where they could meet in safety, such as the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Since the Fate was a Kuati vessel, might as well stop there and inquire about the crew while she's getting repaired.
Badim looked back at Clare, he could pretend they were alright again, move on and such. But this place certainly would be a sore spot for them, they'd need to talk sometime and set their goals straight for each other. Where they wanted to be, how they wanted to be, and overall how it was going to work for them. Badim could already tell that this coming talk, whenever it came, would result in them officially getting back together.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

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It has been twenty-two years since my Master betrayed all that I was and all that I believed in. He destroyed my family. I will have vengeance for them, which is why I haven’t seen the official Jedi Order in twenty-two years. All they would do is take me away from my mission to stop Tarison Var, a Sith in every sense of the word. I had been blinded by the fact he was the first to accept me as a Padawan, for reasons I’ve had time to reflect on, I was arrogant in thinking he would lead me in the path to becoming a Knight. He was philosophical in the Ways of the Force, methods that I was too naive to understand were wisdoms and teachings of the Dark Side. Had I not so strictly discounted his teachings from my being, I may have fallen away from the Jedi ways.
I follow their ways, but I don’t heed their council. They still don’t know that Tarison is a Sith. For more than two decades I have stayed away from them, leaving them in the shadows of Var’s true identity. How he was able to slip into Coruscant under the noses of my fellow students and masters, I won’t know.

I can say my ways have faulted, I walk a thin line between the Light and Dark. But what I can say, is that I can’t do this on my own, I must return to Coruscant to warn the Jedi. After another drink--Bartender!


Ganner slurred his words while he ranted on to an unconscious patron beside him. Drunken and hammered the man was. He didn’t know him, just a passed out patron at a table Ganner had found with an open seat. Ganner was barely holding on to consciousness himself, relying on techniques in the Force he had learned in his travels to keep himself awake. It was an ability that was taught to every Jedi, but he had to learn for himself how to improve upon it. Lights played with his head from the transitioning hues of luminance lighting overhead. The bouncing and sway of patrons in the cantina. Thankfully for Ganner his lightsaber was carefully hidden away and in reach, within a woven compartment in his jacket that could only be ripped open with a surge in the Force, or sufficient manpower. A method Ganner’s close friend had spoken of many times during their training. How he’d hide his lightsaber when he finally got one. Sean, Ganner muttered in his head while he waited for the bartender to bring him another drink. Thanks for keeping me a secret old friend.

If he hadn’t used the Corellian’s method, Ganner would have had a lightsaber dangling on his belt. It would speak silently, no, shout wordlessly that he was a Jedi. For were there any others in this galaxy who could have one? Certainly. A Sith by the name of Tarison Var.
Not only that, with him being drunk it was dangerous for him to have a lightsaber on his belt, someone being able to grab it and run off. Even though he didn’t drink very often, maybe every other year, it relaxed him to not have to worry about his lightsaber while he tried to forget Phindar and his lost family. Not that he’d want to forget his family, however, only the pain. No one saw any survivors of the murder, his baby sister’s body was never found, and he grieved ever since. He didn’t know of any family friends to interrogate, when his family was alive they never mentioned anyone of importance. This just hindered his investigation further. The entire murder had strengthened his resolve on stopping Tarison before he did what he’d done to Ganner to another.
The bartender still hadn’t shown. What the-- Ganner sighed, letting out the building anger. This was his most dangerous time, he still hadn’t learned, to fall for the temptation of the Dark Side with his anger. To just lash out at the bartender for not meeting his wishes.

He breathed in and out. He didn’t need another drink, he didn’t need to be hauled off by security as a passed out drunkard and have his lightsaber discovered. He began his breathing exercises, taking a deep breath and letting it out in seven quick exhales.
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He counted off. Slowly the effects of the alcohol began to wear off the daze enough to purchase a de-synthesizer, unfortunately, for a very steep price. Once in hand he downed the tar flavored liquid and belched the alcoholic-tinged liquid-turned-gas from his stomach. He’d still be a bit tipsy with what was already in his system, but he’d be better off.

He stood and decided he’d spent enough time here in the Exospheric Club and went to check out to his JumpMaster, the Guardian for Coruscant. He had a Grand Master to see, it’s only been twenty-two years.

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