The Blaster's Path
In the sweltering jungle of ancient Raider's Cove on the planet Rishi, a cantina nearly as old as piracy itself was nestled. It has passed through the hands of many owners, many crews, many gangs; it has been burned down and rebuilt, remodeled and retrofitted. But two things have remained constant over the millennia for this cantina. It has always served the galaxy's most crooked, and it has always been called The Blaster's Path.
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IC: Pirate Queen Jephego Rose
The Blaster's Path
With a dramatic whoosh, the doors to the newly-renovated cantina called the Blaster's Path slid open, and with utmost pageantry, the illustrious Ruler of the Underworld, Zabrak Pirate Queen Jephego Rose sauntered in. She was draped in an ostentatious cloak embroidered with aurodium, and her arms were held wide to the cantina's occupants, who all sat at the glossy-topped bistro tables and felt-topped gambling tables around the establishment, sipping on fine liquor and enjoying games of sabacc in eclectic, plush armchairs.
The Blaster's Path had just recently had its grand re-opening, under the new management of the Golden Rose Syndicate, and evidence of the raucous party was still visible. Streamers hung from only some of the doorways, and empty bottles were clustered at the very far end of the expansive bar, waiting for some barstaff to whisk them away. The room itself was spacious and decorated with potted leafy plants, with a raised stage in one corner and raised booths with warm yellow pendant lights set in along the walls, each in its own little alcove; the bartop was lit, and the shelves of spirits behind it were crystalline and lighted from above and below. The walls were a jungle green so deep they were almost black, and the high ceiling boasted a holographic projection of the swirling galaxy that twisted and spun dreamily, casting the entire cantina in an ethereal glow. All throughout the cantina, rhythmic music pulsated, just quiet enough to speak over.
Snapping her fingers, Jephego pointed with both hands at one of the many gold-plated serving droids. "Droid!" she called. "I'm so karkin' thirsty. Bring your Queen a drink!" With a drink on the way, Jephego grabbed a chair at a sabacc table and threw herself into it, kicking her long legs over one of its arms. She rapped her knuckles on the soft tabletop. "Deal me in."
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Cantina Rules
- This is an entirely in-character (IC) thread. Newbies welcome!
- If you have questions about how to interact here, make an out-of-character post (type "OOC:" then your inquiry). We are happy to help you.
- Don't be an asshole, and treat higher-ranking Underworld members with respect. But don't let camaraderie fall by the wayside! We're not the Sith-- no need to be so stodgy all the time.
- The serving droids will pour you any drink you desire, at any time.
- No barfights! Check your weapons at the door, and keep your appendages to yourself; if a challenge is made, take it outside. (Make a new thread for it!)
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