Nar Shaddaa was filled with deadbeat junkies, criminals and all out scun trying to live their lives, Atticus didn't really belong. He wandered the filthy streets watching many crowds of people. The people looked sad, Atticus was just out of place on the planet, he wore his two piece suit, not mny people did. Ths neon signs on a bar was bright, so bright that he was actually able to use his sunglasses. He decided it was best togo inside, the air was getting to him. He walked into the bar, it had fewer people then he expected. He walked to the bartender, ordered a Corellian Whiskey, then found a empty booth. He looked into his drink then closed his eyes. A few minutes later he opened them.
"What the hell are you doing on a planet like this Atticus?" He asked himself out loud, he didn't know why but he hated it, he would rather be locked inspace then on Nar Shaddaa.
"What the hell are you doing on a planet like this Atticus?" He asked himself out loud, he didn't know why but he hated it, he would rather be locked inspace then on Nar Shaddaa.