Jaq's boots beat out a steady rhythm as he walked down the long corridor. More often than not he worked to keep his footfalls silent, but there was no need in this part of the base. The chances of a Dark Jedi lowering themselves to fraternize with the non-Force using rank and file was slim.
It was still a little early, so he wasn't surprised to find the base cantina thinly populated. Taking a seat at the the table in the back corner, he ordered exactly six shots and a whiskey chaser when the wait droid came around.
While he waited, he imagined various scenarios of violence involving the few patrons huddled at other tables and the bar. Noting weaknesses, how he would take them out, and so on. It was something to do to pass the time.
When his drinks arrived, he downed the first three shots in quick succession, huffing out a breath as the burn tingled in his tummy.