Mandalorian’s Ties

The diner was quiet ever since you walked in, the bar was manned by a Besalisk man who wore his gut out above the belt. His face showed signs of weariness and the sweat on his brow told you just how much crap he’d gone through in the day alone. Perhaps he’d been struggling for longer, but that wasn’t something that you needed to concern yourself with - the struggles of these people were that of the weaker after all.

You see the shape of your visor in his alien eyes, and he nudges his pudgy head to the side. Eyes blinking quickly as he shot a careful look at the Stormtroopers guarding the door, but more likely is a cautious take on the woman behind that door. “Anything you want’s on her.” He says in a greasy accent, definitely a local from the Lower City. He’s clearly trying to be friendly, but with the way he edges closer from the other side of the countertop tells you that right now he was more scared of her than you. “She seems patient, but with what she’s carrying... well I’m sure a Mando knows how to take care of himself.”

You see them from a glance, the armed escort of Stormtroopers. Maybe that was beginning to grow a common sight around these parts, but the soldiers seemed tense anyways as if the locals would give them trouble. Under the Empire’s rule, who wouldn’t?

Especially in Coruscant, the home of the once famed Galactic Republic. Now the seat of the Galactic Empire.