Thread: [Star Wars] Privateer

It starts with a slightly uncommon day. While not unusual, as we find ourselves in a spacer bar. Grey's Anatomy A somewhat seedy establishment that balances on being legal and still skirts the law - where you can find people from around the area, spacers stretching their legs, up to no good individuals, and the occasional tourist off the beaten path. Some comes here for interesting news or stories, others looking for off the payroll but almost legal jobs, or maybe you are among the few who is here for the atmosphere or the warm drink called Earl Grey, a tea. Maybe you are one of the tourists. The floorplan is quite usual, the door from the outside opens into a 10m x 10m room with four tables, with a clear way to the staircase that leads to the second floor. The bar part encompasses the whole back wall, and spreads upwards, so there is a gallery feeling. Then it gets a little bit unusual. The back wall of the bar is a mirror - or at least covered in a very reflective material, and before that it is filled from wall to wall, floor to ceiling with chrome and clear plastic shelves, or just freely hanging bottles and all kinds of containers with beverages. The warm drinks are made at the bar-counter, one on each floor, but any ingredients or drinks are gathered from the back wall, and presented by the acrobatics bartender, who is wearing rubber ropes attached to a harness and flieas around almost like in zero-G. With a slight whirr, the ropes are kept taut by small motors in all eight corners of the bar... Sometimes the sexless human skeleton - which the bartender resembles because the coloring of clothes and body-painting - does acrobatics moves in the air. There must be at least three different bartender at different times, as their size and body type differs. But back to you, and your table. Beng downstairs, where four tables are easily able to accommodate eight people each, or on the upper level, where they somehow inserted eight smaller, four person tables, it feels like an usual time. Half filled to capacity, people ordering at the bar, and either waiting there for the drinks, or choosing a seat and waiting for the small robotic trays running along the ceiling rails, to lower the orders to the table. You can order from a small terminal that lays on every table, wireless, and you can also pay there. Nothing more than an interactive menu and wine list. There is crackers and nuts and other kinds of nibble-foods that gets refilled when the robot brings the order... But somehow still gets to put on your tab. The corner tables are almost like separate boxes, but the two at the bar more open to the bar-tender, and the whole place is covered by constant music at low volume that somehow muffles all the other sounds around, leaving you with the feeling of being in a much bigger room than you is. The shaded spotlights over the tables has the option of changing colors. If someone want to smoke, the upper floor middle table has the capability to keep the smoke from spreading. It is also a different table, and on fridays it is opens up a friendly card game competition. The propreitor is Mr. and Mrs. Grey, at the end of their middle age. The woman - if present - sometimes converses with the patrons, and some in the know friends call her Mouser. Her husband is sometimes referred as Mr. Wizard, or Dolph, to his friends. And you do not want to anger those friends. Today's unrury crowd is consisting some aliens too, as it is not unusual. One table downstairs, closest to the bar is filled with Bothans, and there is some other lonely aliens on the upper floor. A tall Arcona with a staff and with an emroideered cloak is the most... different from the usual crowd around these parts. A Rodian youngster is spreading a leaflet with a coupon advertising the Two-Headed Axel, a near by dinner.