Fondor - Ion Sandbox
It was the usual haunt that the blonde tended to frequent. The kind of bar that no respectable woman would ever be caught dead in, the kind where you could get shot for just looking at someone wrong. So perhaps it was a good thing, that Cora was far from a respectable woman, even on a good day. The place smell of crummy low quality liquor, strange alien body odors, and even a slight hint of burnt wood from a recent firefight. Something that must have gone down in the last couple hours as one of the bar's servers was still picking up pieces of broken chairs and glasses strew about the room.
Ahh... feels just like home ... She thought to herself as the mercenary sauntered in. With a cool smirk upon her lips she strode over the the counter and smoothly pulled a barstool out with her foot before flopping down upon it. Raising a hand she flagged down the barkeep, "Corellian Scotch, on the rocks." Cora commanded as she casually tossed a couple credits down on the counter.
Truthfully she hardly expected quality liquor these days, especially after Corellia's destruction. No one really seemed capable of imitating the finer elements of their liquors. Not that it stopped people from trying. The result, usually was some watered down crap, that tasted more rocket fuel than true alcohol. But alas, what was a girl to do? Cora did love her Corellian alcohols. And Corellia had been the closest things she had to a home since she was run out of Sith space ages ago.
She sighed softly as the bartender returned to set a glass of amber liquid down in front of her. Reaching out, Cora took a small sip before her lips curled into a disgusted snarl. "That ain't Corellian Scotch. Gasoline tastes better than that." She grumbled.
"What do you expect, with Corellia a wreck. There isn't a soul in the galaxy that is sure as to what really happened there. But all I know is good Corellian alcohol is damn hard to come by. So you'll just have to live with the imitations, unless you want to pay several grand for one of the few bottles of the good stuff that's left in the 'Verse."
Cora shook her head and sighed. "Damn shame, and to think that Protector dude destroyed a bunch of shipyards above my home planet, before that madness happened from Akala. Killing hundreds of thousands of souls, all to save a tiny bit of military data of some power suited crap armor. Of all the idiots in the galaxy, that ass takes the cake. Though that was far from his only moment of idiocy. You just can't fix stupid. Though it would have been a favor to the entire galaxy if someone just shot him between the eyes and put him out of everyone's misery. We'd all have thanked him for it, and I still might have a home planet to go home to!" Some people were just too stupid to function. And it was clearly a sore spot for the blonde Corellian, who took much pride in her home planet, until someone just had to muck that up for her.