Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Coruscant. One, planet sized city. A world that had been a seat of power, and a smoking hulk of it's former glory. The center of the Jedi and the Old Republic, yet also a home to something darker, colder, and less well know to other worlds. Her lower levels. Not as glamorous as her surface, but more exciting to the right person. It was a place where many deals, both legal and less then legal were made. It could be dangerous though, with thieves and bounty hunters. At least that was the case you got deeper.The Basilisk slowly landed in a Level 3 landing area. The man inside was on a mission to meet a man about some durasteel. Yeah, a lot of folks would probably be surprised to see a Mandalorian making a deal to get better access to durasteel, but they couldn't use beskar for everything. It was heavy. Hard to find. Durasteel, though, was lighter, and good for things like the fast attack corvettes CST made. This was a tomorrow problem though. Right now, it was time to get some food and drink.
Mig walked into a random cantina. He wasn't sure why. Food smelt good, and it looked like there was good drinks. At least clean drinks. Either way, he walked in, and soon heard someone ask if he was eating or not. He soon told her "Here for a meal actually." He was then sat at the bar, where Mig pulled off his helmet and clipped it to his belt. An interesting start to his trip to say the least.
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