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Travelling the galaxy was not as lavish as he had been led to believe. This transport ship had a strange smell to it, and the lack of natural light from his home planet's twin suns was making sleep difficult. To say that he disliked his time aboard the Falling Star was an understatement. He was stir crazy. He could gamble away his measly sum of credits, drink them away, or trade them in for overpriced trinkets that he didn't need. Without a job, Ralto felt like he was losing his mind.

Fed up with polishing his E-11 blaster rifle for the fourth time that day, Ralto had tossed the blaster's strap over his shoulder and began pushing his way towards the bar. He entered the busy room and let his eyes pass over the scene that unfolded. He simply stood in the entryway of the area as he watched a few people stand out from the crowd. In particular, a blue twi'lek and a... well, something with four arms the Zabrak had never seen before were hounding and berating some merchant. The Zabrak gave a smile and shook his head as he sauntered up to the bar proper, setting his blaster rifle on the counter directly in front of him as he took a seat and waved his right hand towards the bartender.

The woman looked over towards the Zabrak and gave a slight sigh, walking over and raising an eyebrow. [color=gray]"Whadda ya want?"[/color]

Ralto looked towards the other patrons of the small bar, and settled on a cup held in the grip of a rather sizable Wookie. He recognized the liquor well, as it was one of the only things Valerian let him drink if he did his job well. [color=red]"I'll have what the Wookie's havin'."[/color]

The bartender turned, looked in the direction of Liakurra, and let out a short and exasperated sigh as she was reminded of the ordeal. Luckily, the memory was burned into her short-term memory and she slowly poured out the drink to where the Wookie had requested, before setting the bottle down. [color=gray]"Anythin' else?"[/color]

The Zabrak tapped his fingers on the bar top for a second [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/17594]before finally nodding. [/url][color=red]"Well... I was actually wonderin' where... well..."[/color] He turned his gaze down towards the blaster rifle, before turning his gaze back up to the unimpressed gaze of the bartender. [color=red]"Someone like me could find some work around these parts."[/color]

The bartender narrowed her eyes for a moment in disbelief, before turning to look at the rest of the bar and motioning towards the rest of the ship as a whole. [color=gray]"Well, the only work 'round these parts, [b]sir[/b], is moving some crates or cleaning. Ya know, the kind of work you might expect on a transport ship. I'm sure if you stop any of the crew I'm sure they would [i]love[/i] to pay for a drink or two if ya want to ease the load."[/color]

Ralto opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Not like it mattered, as the bartender had turned her back to the Zabrak and was already working to refill the drink of a Sullustan in the corner. This left Ralto alone with his drink as he simply tightened his jaw and starred up at the ceiling for a moment. This was not turning out as he had hoped.

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