koth_bralor (koth_bralor) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-05-06 14:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: taris, gemini de mille, koth bralor |
WHO : Koth Bralor and 'Michael' (Gemini)
WHERE : Taris Lower District, Brug's Bar
WHEN: Three days after this communication
WHAT: Getting accustomed to the way things are done.
RATING: TBD
The lower parts of Taris had a well deserved reputation for crime and danger. There were a lot of individuals who would gladly take advantage of someone unfamiliar with the territory, and so they seldom had new visitors who weren't ready for that. Some stayed here for economic reasons, being unable to afford better quarters in the upper tiers, but some stayed because they preferred the danger. Brug was one of the latter. He was a massive four armed humanoid who seemed to always have a dour expression on his face. No one knew exactly when he decided to set up his place, or how long it had been around, but it had been here for far longer than Koth had been alive, and he had a feeling it would be here long after he was dead. The rules of the house were simple, if you got into a fight, you had to clean up the mess, and pay a fee, or you dealt with Brug. He'd only seen a couple of Togarians try the second part a few years back, they were lucky, he had been feeling generous and had only ripped off an arm off each. There was a set of rooms that were free from prying eyes and ears which were used by all sorts. A few had set up a long term agreement with Brug to use the space to run their business, a couple of information brokers, fixers, middlemen for the most part who'd rather not get caught up in conflicts.
He'd sent the message to Michael, he'd be able to get in with the password 'Gooney bird'. He had elected just to get a booth, a bit less private than one of the rooms, but closed enough they could have a conversation without having the job sniped by someone. Considering he didn't know the individual, or how trustworthy they were, this worked a bit better, more exits available and space. As usual he decided to wear his armour. It was partially a practical exercise, but largely it was just part of his identity. A Mandalorian's armor was his face to the world at large, and it reflected on his accomplishments and skill. For meeting for professional reasons, anything else wouldn't do.