Midnight on Nevarro
The cantina is quieter at midnight. Most of the rowdy crowd has gone, leaving only the serious drinkers and those with nowhere else to be.
I sit in the corner, back to the wall, helmet on. My usual spot. The droid server knows my order—warm broth, nothing stronger. Need to stay sharp even now.
Greef left an hour ago. We settled the contract. A Nikto pirate crew that'd been raiding Guild shipments. Simple job, clean takedown. He paid in credit sticks and information.
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