Octivus IV had an extensive cantina located in the center of the ship according to the ship’s information kiosk. Thadon stowed his gear and hit the door panel again. This time, the power supply stayed connected. The corridors of the ship were well marked despite the desparate looking conditions of the hull.
Ahead a brightly lit sign announced
Christi’s Tina. The cantina was not so brightly lit, on par with the galactic norm. Two Twi’lek guards stood at attention with small arms in their hands. Between them, the single file sized door was surrounded by a weapon detection system of some kind. Neither guard seemed to show him any mind so Thadon headed to bar.
Another Twi’lek, this time a beautiful female, stepped over to him. Thadon dropped credits on the bartop.
“Tumbler of Whyren’s Reserve, if you have it,” Thadon inquired, smiling.
The young Twi’lek smiled back, sharp teeth and all, and reached behind her to get his drink. She topped it off and handed him the glass, swiping the creds rather swiftly.
“Thank you darlin’,” Thadon said.
Turning to give the rest of the room a one-over, Thadon noticed for the first time that this was mostly a Twi’lek hangout. He saw two humans over at a sabacc table. Two Rodians were with them.
This must be a smuggling ship.
Well, Thadon had all the time in the world. Until he reach Abrae, that is.
