landed a couple standard hours ago. You were all held in dock until a security team came in to sweep for "restricted biological remnants", whatever that was. This place is tightly controlled by the Empire - "boys in white" are thick at the spacedocks here on Falleen Throne.
After you were released from the ship, Jojee came by your shuttle to lead you to her contacts in House Terrik, telling you, "They're a couple trouble-makers. Like you. You'll like them, Ladro."
The rest of the crew handled the offloading and transport of the shipment. As you walked farther from the docks, there were fewer Troopers around.
Jojee walked with you and Hosk to a local joint with a glowing sign that says: "Blast Off Bar" in Coruscant. The front windows have been plated up with shutters: each one has several slits in it to allow in a small amount of light. A few large tubes poke in and around the structure, again reinforcing the feeling that the bar has a definite ‘spacer’ theme about it. The front doors are made from heavy-looking metal, and look as though they could withstand a direct assault for quite a while. A glowing computer-panel to the right side of the doors just waits to be pressed. There does not appear to be any other entry into this
Hosk chuckled, "BOB? Jojee, this place is great! You should've mentioned we were heading to this kriffing place. I've got some credit there. heh."
He looked up to the screen, placed his hand on it. The front doors opened with a low hiss of hydraulics, sticking for a moment, before opening fully and allowing you inside.
You enter the bar proper and the moment you do, you are greeted by a number of questioning eyes. People, mostly Falleen and humans, but several other species mixed in, quickly look away and tend to their own business. This medium-sized bar serves a good number of customers. There are round tables with harsh electric light streaming from overhead, while the slatted windows let in very little illumination from the outside. At the back of the room a typical bar is stocked with a number of bottles and tended by a thin, scrawny-looking human.
Music plays quietly in the background and the atmosphere is relaxed, but has an obvious underlying current of trouble. The interior mirrors the exterior, using cast-off starship parts as decor. No attempt has been made to camouflage or update this odd collection of ephemera via paint or other means. They are everywhere on the walls, floors and ceiling; even utilizing a couple of large ducting fans in the ceiling to provide climate control. Fuel pipes and piping of all shapes and sizes crisscross the walls, stretching overhead and down into the floor.
At the back of the bar itself is another hydraulic door that leads to what you assume to be a galley or a kitchen; the sign next to it reads: “Prep Area – No Entry.” To the left and right are signs above hydraulic doors leading to restroom facilities. A small jukebox-type computer system against the right wall allows for a choice of music.
Here and there are clusters of small tables topped with bowls and a few condiments. There are extra chairs and stools about, so it would be easy to grab a seat if you wanted to do so. You notice a few of the patrons lean against the
walls, using handy shelves or ductwork instead of tables to hold their drinks.
Jojee stops near the door, looking for her contacts, while Hosk pretends like he doesn't even know you guys and heads over to the bar, his standard tactic. After a minute, Jojee says, "Looks like we beat them here, Ladro. Want to sit at the bar or grab a table?"