The great irony of a place like this backwater bar on Nal Hutta was that Ludo Dorian was the closest thing to a law enforcement officer on the premises. This was the Galaxy's wild west if there ever was one - the law of the land was whatever criminal conglomerate's turf one happened to be on at any given time. One would be hard-pressed to find an Imperial or Republic officer this far into lawless space, as evidenced by the fact that here, criminal dealings and transactions were often made right in the open. Still, the sovereignty of Black Sun was to be respected, and although Dorian was decidedly small-time, nothing more than a mere street enforcer - he was effectively the physical representation of Black Sun within the few hundred square feet encased by the unwashed walls of this cantina. This seedy shiithole was his domain.
Here, all business transactions with Black Sun had to go through him first. He would be the first one someone approached, and if necessary, the one to throw them back onto the street from whence they came. It was an altogether unglamorous lifestyle, which is why Ludo spent the greater part of his time at the bar, the alcohol content in his drinks steadily rising over time to cope with the long periods of boredom intermingled with short bursts of raucous activity that he would rather see someone else doing. Even the young stepson of a Black Sun Vigo had to start somewhere. Unfortunately, that somewhere was a lousy bar on a nowhere street in Nal Hutta, where the seats were never clean, the drinks never quite mixed right, and the strippers decidedly average.
It didn't help that today's weather on Nal Hutta was unforgivingly hot. Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Ludo sucked back on his glass, finishing the remains of a bright blue beverage that was inside it. He looked towards the door, wondering who the next person to walk through it would be, as it would inevitably be someone he would have to deal with.
Here, all business transactions with Black Sun had to go through him first. He would be the first one someone approached, and if necessary, the one to throw them back onto the street from whence they came. It was an altogether unglamorous lifestyle, which is why Ludo spent the greater part of his time at the bar, the alcohol content in his drinks steadily rising over time to cope with the long periods of boredom intermingled with short bursts of raucous activity that he would rather see someone else doing. Even the young stepson of a Black Sun Vigo had to start somewhere. Unfortunately, that somewhere was a lousy bar on a nowhere street in Nal Hutta, where the seats were never clean, the drinks never quite mixed right, and the strippers decidedly average.
It didn't help that today's weather on Nal Hutta was unforgivingly hot. Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Ludo sucked back on his glass, finishing the remains of a bright blue beverage that was inside it. He looked towards the door, wondering who the next person to walk through it would be, as it would inevitably be someone he would have to deal with.