Big Leagues

[Hogan]

Nowhere felt less like home than Coruscant. Hogan hated this endless metropolis. The fluorescent lights burned his eyes, the constant noise hurt his ears and the people there made him feel like an alien. Hogan walked down the street of a high class neighborhood and had to chew his teeth as he kept running into people. The fat and wealthy surrounded him. This was the nicest part of the city-planet he had ever been invited to. The young man ran a gloved hand through his hair as he thought about how all the fat people here were a good sign about this job.

Earlier in the week Hogan got a mysterious holo message about a potential "job" offer. He and his unknown client arranged a meeting at some dance club and that is where he was heading now. Hogan could hear the music before he could even see the club. The place was packed so he slipped right into the crowd. Bright strobe lights and loud music blared as Hogan made his way through a dense crowd of drunk people from all over the galaxy.This was worse than the street.

Hogan sat down at an open table under a caged Twi'lik dancer. Hogan scanned the room for his client. He had no idea what he or she looked like but he specified that he would be able to recognize and find Hogan so all he needed to do was show up on time and stay in one place. A scantily clad Twi'lik waitress approached Hogan and asked him if he needed anything.

"Sure. Something strong." Hogan said. He mentally justified the drink by telling himself he was a better negotiator drunk. He wasn't at all honestly, he was just never one to turn down a drink. The waitress returned with two shots while grinning flirtatiously at Hogan. Any person with sense would assume that she brought back one shot for herself and wanted to drink with him, but not Hogan. He immediately downed them both with a wince. The waitress glared at him.

"Oh by the way, on an unrelated note, what the hell is it with places like this and Twi'liks? I feel like you guys are hangin' from cages in clubs all across the galaxy." He said while pointing at the girl in the cage above him "... Oh, sh!t, sh!t sorry I hope that wasn't offensive. I mean-" Hogan tried to explain himself but the waitress just flicked him off, shouted some unkind words and stormed away. The smuggler let out a boisterous laugh and leaned out of his booth to watch her backside as she walked back into the crowd.

"So those were on the house then, right?"

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Hogan"] [member="Aela Talith"]

Coruscant wasn't what he expected. It was more.

For the most part, the jewel of the Coreworlds held a level of expectation, what with the bulk of their information about the ecumonopolis coming from holo archives. In his mind, it was completely dominated by the Sith. Maybe even have some sort of martial law in place. Surely, they didn't want the citizens to try and push the envelope and potentially rebel.

How odd it was to see that it wasn't the case.

Oh, he'll admit, he wasn't too keen on how the One Sith ran things, but there was a certain sense of refined control without the micromanagement. Maybe that was because the One Sith knew that if they tightened that iron grip too much, there went the balance they had over the citizens and the corporate industry that served the Capital planet of the One Sith Empire.

Fake transponder codes and utilizing a Kuati general transport freighter, both he and his sister Aela were able to slip into the ecumonopolis. Fake identisticks and playing the role of high rolling Twilighters certainly gave them more leeway. Now they were in the more affluent sector, and both teenagers were about to get their first real taste of Corsucant. Had their parents known they were here, they would both likely see tracking devices implanted on both their hides!

The flash of neon lights, holoads, and zooming airspeeders would reflect across the viewport. A devilish twinkle would spark in Micah's eyes just as the transport would dock near a Twilighter Promenade with affluent cantinas and dance clubs.

Oh this was going to be so much fun.

 

[Hogan]

[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Aela Talith"]

Hogan had given up on his mysterious potential employer. Two hours and a half a dozen drinks later and he was still
nowhere to be found. Hogan would have been quite disappointed if he wasn't so drunk, but luckily he was! With a bottle in each hand and a girl dancing on him, the smuggler was having a hard time recalling why he didn't like this planet. The droning music now sounded great to his sedated ears and the flashing lights made him feel alive!

"I love Coruscant!!" Hogan screamed, his words were drowned out by the thumping music.

The next series of events were a blur. It all happened so fast Hogan wasn't even exactly sure what happened. While dancing in the dense crowd, all the drinks inside his empty stomach decided they wanted back out. Hogan retched out his insides onto the nice shirt of a large man dancing next to him. He was being understanding at first until Hogan started to laugh at him. The man swung and knocked Hogan right between the eyes. A fight broke out, Hogan may or may not have stabbed him with a glass bottle, and the next thing he knew he was being thrown on to the streets by a pair of Trandoshan bouncers.

"You can't do this to me.... I'm a veteran!" Hogan drunkenly barked from his back. The grime from the street was soaking into his black clothes but at this point he wasn't concerned. He hoisted himself to his feet and stared to hobble down the street. At this point he noticed his communicator was buzzing. After a conversation he could barely comprehend he found out that the "man" interested in hiring him was in fact the waiter who initially approached him. Hogan just started laughing drunkenly in the middle of the busy street. Life was funny sometimes.

 

[Listeri Dalane]

Listeri loved Coruscant. Sure, nothing could ever compare to growing up on Ord Mantell and the One Sith were a bunch of self-righteous tyrants, but something about the constant glare of the neon lights and how there always seemed to be a drunk passed out on the street endeared the Jewel of the Core to the smuggler.

Speaking of drunks, Listeri noticed [member="Hogan"] stumbling down the street, much to the ire of all the passerby. A Chiss businessman glared at the man, while a Twi'lek began cursing rapidly him. While this was great entertainment, Listeri thought he should step in and remedy the situation.

"Excuse me? Yeah, I'm friends with this guy and he's a high-ranking officer within One Sith intelligence! It wouldn't do you good to be mouthing off to your superior, especially if you want to don't want to have a few broken bones, if you catch my drift."

The Twi'lek paled and scurried away from Hogan.

"Man, she is dumb. You're welcome buddy."