Valad Yar leaned back in the chair of his private booth, situated on the third floor of the Nadariga, the bar and tavern he owned in one of the nicer areas of Corellia. A large central ring dominated the center of the massive structure, with the bottom dedicated to a full circle bar, and on several elevated platforms above that were dozens of females of just as many species dancing to the cheers of the crowds below. The rest of the first floor was dedicated to other tables and booths lining the walls around the central area, with stairs leading up to the second and third floor, dedicated to gambling and pleasure respectively. They had some of the best food on Corellia as some patrons bragged, and prices that were immensely better than some of their rival competitors. It was a wonderful little place Valad Yar had built, and he was quite proud of it.
Especially since he had begun to build a criminal empire out of the backroom.
Valad Yar turned to glance across the round table of his private booth at the nervous looking Rodian, his eyes constantly darting around at Valad Yar, everything else going on in Nadariga, and then to the two brutes standing nearby. The bright flashing lights of the dancing stages and rest of the bar cast dozens of lights across the Rodians face every few seconds, highlighting the frustration and fear he was feeling. Valad Yar said nothing for several more seconds before finally turning his attention back to the Rodian, enjoying the feelings of dread the man was radiating.
"The shipment will be delivered on time, correct?" Valad Yar had to raise his voice quite a bit to be heard over the music and voices in the building, though careful control of the force ensured that no one beyond their booth would hear anything. The Rodian nodded his head quickly, a nervous smile flashing across his head briefly. The Rodian was in charge of supplying one of his primary smuggling groups with their cargo. Valad Yar had been getting reports that those shipments had been late on the smugglers arrival on two separate occasions now. Such sloppiness annoyed him, so he had brought the handler in. After a few drinks, a bit of talking, and the breaking of one or two limbs, negotiations could be considered a success. Smiling, Valad Yar waved for the two brutes nearby to lead the Rodian out of the building while he turned to look back across Nadariga. He watched as dozens of his staff rushed about the various floors to begin cleaning up and preparing the place for the coming evening rush.
Everything was business as usual.
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This is an open thread to any member of the Corellian Confederation or anyone else that just so happens to want to come and enjoy a drink or gamble a bit.
Especially since he had begun to build a criminal empire out of the backroom.
Valad Yar turned to glance across the round table of his private booth at the nervous looking Rodian, his eyes constantly darting around at Valad Yar, everything else going on in Nadariga, and then to the two brutes standing nearby. The bright flashing lights of the dancing stages and rest of the bar cast dozens of lights across the Rodians face every few seconds, highlighting the frustration and fear he was feeling. Valad Yar said nothing for several more seconds before finally turning his attention back to the Rodian, enjoying the feelings of dread the man was radiating.
"The shipment will be delivered on time, correct?" Valad Yar had to raise his voice quite a bit to be heard over the music and voices in the building, though careful control of the force ensured that no one beyond their booth would hear anything. The Rodian nodded his head quickly, a nervous smile flashing across his head briefly. The Rodian was in charge of supplying one of his primary smuggling groups with their cargo. Valad Yar had been getting reports that those shipments had been late on the smugglers arrival on two separate occasions now. Such sloppiness annoyed him, so he had brought the handler in. After a few drinks, a bit of talking, and the breaking of one or two limbs, negotiations could be considered a success. Smiling, Valad Yar waved for the two brutes nearby to lead the Rodian out of the building while he turned to look back across Nadariga. He watched as dozens of his staff rushed about the various floors to begin cleaning up and preparing the place for the coming evening rush.
Everything was business as usual.
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This is an open thread to any member of the Corellian Confederation or anyone else that just so happens to want to come and enjoy a drink or gamble a bit.