The Void. A brilliant name for a bar. If anything, Calamar and all its people do have style. The atmosphere of neon dark purple is even more fitting.
‘Pebbles,’ the bartender nods in a greeting and the woman meets his eye, but only briefly. ‘The usual?’
‘Mhm. I heard someone was asking about special deliveries---’
The Twi’leki barkeep only shrugs and hums at the inquiry, sliding a quickly-prep’ed Sonic Servodriver towards the customer.










