Cut the Attitude

[Haytham Kaze]

The cantina was on Nar Shaddaa. He wasn't in there yet, but he would be in his next few steps he noticed as he walked down the alley and soon made it onto the main street of the cantina. When his grey gaze looked upwards to see the name of the establishment, it said something about a 'Frogdog' and that was the last thing he understood in Hutt'ese on the sign before he strode through the archway that was it's door.

Like all cantinas, it held the dank scent of the dozens of species that were within it. Whether they were washed or unwashed, the smell permeated the room as the former Jedi Padawan strode through the denizens with an almost purposeful gait, despite him not actually having one -- a purpose that is.

A drink was a reason, he remembered thinking a few minutes ago when he had been making his way to this building. Were there better ones he could've gone to? Probably, but there would always be something better, it just depended on how hard you were working to get to that point, and at that point Haytham was too lazy to find a better location.

Taking a seat upon one of the chairs that were placed along the numerous counters in the extremely spacious cantina, Haytham ordered something that he heard a lot of people drank. A Corellian ale and he deposited the handful of credits on the countertop as he waited for it.

[member="Kyros Fen"]

 

[Aiwaz Khath]

Nar Shaddaa was the filth of the galaxy incarnate, a place that accumulated the dregs of all life that had lost its worth, used as a waste bin for the dross of the galaxy as the coin used to remove scum from the base of a shoe, thus smothered in the scum itself. Its filth of an environment was only rivalled by the aliens who inhabited it, yet despite this planet's detestability, it also served as a useful basis for work and business, freelance or otherwise.

It was here, on this heap of steaming waste, where Kyros Fen, acolyte to the One Sith and, more importantly, descendent of the Pureblood Sith race, was building an empire of his own, a network of spice trade, and it was here, in the sack of scum that called itself a cantina, where he was to meet an important distributor. Yet, the man had not shown. They appeared sincere - as sincere as such creatures of the Smuggler's Moon can appear - but he knew him not, and knew not his word. Was he mocking him? Making light of him? The thoughts ran through his head wildly, paranoia setting in, pushed aside by seething frustration as he resolved to squeeze his mug of zureber syrup a little harder from the corner table along which he sat.

An interesting presence had arrived. Kyros' senses noted the entrance of an aura unlike his own, less aligned with the dark but not attached to the light. As his figure maintained still in his seat, his deep crimson eyes flickered along the open environment of the cantina, locking in on a newcomer, a 'Jedi type' he surmised, but an interesting presence nonetheless. Silently he observed, watching what may unfold in time.

[member="Haytham Kaze"]
[[sorry for the delay!]]

 

[Haytham Kaze]

His steps had brought him to the counter. His grey eyes had did the customary thing when he had taken a seat at the counter. They looked it up and down, as if to appraise every one that was there. He didn't particularly care if someone had a problem with him looking at them, no matter how brief it was. Exhaling a breath of that dank air, those grey glinting eyes of his looked up and down the counter.

Through the Force he felt something that he had seemingly been unprepared for. He felt the presence of the Dark Side, but he didn't seem to be that worried as he told the server droid that he wanted a Corellian Red. While he waited, he looked about the room behind him, before turning back around to set his gaze on [member="Kyros Fen"], the apparent origin of the Dark presence.

Nodding his head and shaking a part of his hair out of his eyes, it would reveal an amused look, maybe even a condescending one as he looked at the Sith. Sometimes he wondered about that species. From his time on Dromund Kaas he remembered that there weren't that many Purebloods -- or any left. At least, that's what he had thought before this day.

"Looks like Sith are full of surprises," he said as he poured himself a glass of the red liquid.