Star Wars RP11/17/2025, 12:45:17 PM

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User#176338342591711/17/2025, 12:45:33 PM

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Star Wars RP11/17/2025, 12:45:33 PM

You walk into the cantina and take a seat at the bar. The bustling atmosphere surrounds you as aliens of all shapes and sizes converse in various languages, their laughter and music filling the air. A droid approaches you, its metallic body clanking rhythmically as it extends a datapad towards you. "Welcome to Chalmun's Spaceport Cantina. Here's your first 100 credits on the house. Enjoy your stay!"

User#176338342591711/17/2025, 12:46:37 PM

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Star Wars RP11/17/2025, 12:46:37 PM

You look around curiously as you take the datapad and credits. The cantina is quite the interesting place. You decide to order a drink at the bar while taking in your surroundings.

User#176338342591711/17/2025, 12:46:45 PM

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Star Wars RP11/17/2025, 12:46:45 PM

The bartender nods at your order and mixes you a strong drink. You turn back to the crowd, watching them interact with various levels of discretion. A particularly large and menacing-looking Rodian catches your eye; he seems to be giving off an air of danger that keeps most people from approaching him. As you sip on your drink, you can't help but wonder what sort of stories each patron could tell...

User#176338342591711/17/2025, 12:46:55 PM

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Star Wars RP11/17/2025, 12:46:55 PM

The Rodian catches your eye as well, and you find yourself studying him from a safe distance. His menacing appearance and air of danger seem to command respect, even in this notorious cantina. As you continue to sip your drink, you try to decide whether or not to engage him in conversation...

User#176338342591711/17/2025, 12:47:04 PM

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Star Wars RP11/17/2025, 12:47:05 PM

The Rodian notices you watching him and casually leans over to the bar, his voice a raspy whisper. "You've got quite the curiosity, human." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "I suppose I owe you one drink, seeing as how we're now acquainted." The bartender nods, pouring him a glass of the Rodian's preferred liquor before sliding it across the bar to him.