The Dodgy Blaster

{MC POV}

With a silly smile dawning on my face, me and Aayla walked through the Uscru Entertainment district. For some reason, Aayla never seemed to share my enthusiasm for skydiving, don't know why.

It's some buzz free falling down to the depths of Coruscant through one of the huge holes that allowed ships to travel between levels. Sure, there were a couple close shaves with the chassis of the ascending starships, but that's just part of the fun.

The landing is the best part though, nearly ending up over shooting and falling down an extra ten floors, but with the help of a few force nudges I piloted myself and Aayla to the correct level.

Was quite funny watching Aayla flail around as well. She actually got into the groove of things for a bit…right up until I told her we were going to be hitting the concrete at two hundred kilometres per house.

Apparently, she thought I was going to bust out a bit of gear to slow us down, like a parachute or something daft like that.

It still blows my mind that landing from extreme heights isn't part of the training curriculum. There's no reason for it not to be since the force can break any natural fall, giving Jedi many deployment options during battle.

Natural fear of great heights must cloud even the greatest of minds.

"Please don't do that again." Aayla leered, still walking slightly bow-legged from the harsh landing.

Allowing my already wide grin to stretch further, I replied, "I thought you enjoyed it though." Taking a left turn, we moved onto a much busier street filled with bright neon lights and countless different species all in the mood for a good time.

Brushing against my shoulder as she slipped past a short, triple eyed Gran, she retorted "And maybe I would have. Had you given me an appropriate amount of time to prepare instead of dragging me off the temple roof."

Shrugging, I told her, "What's done is done, no point complaining about what's already happened." The two of us closed in on a large building with a kick-ass coat of paint that no doubt made people stop and think 'That's some damn good painting'

"It's time for the main event now anyway." I said as I walked towards the door of the club. The closer we drew, the more prominent the sound of bass drums became, and with it the density of clone troopers wearing their distinct white armour.

Reaching the archway that separated the interior of the club with the street outside, we passed by the bouncer droids and under the luminescent sign that read 'The Dodgy Blaster', entering the rowdy, clone packed club.

Since its establishment, my club/bar/residence has come a long way. No longer did it look pasty, run down and it has been given an overall upgrade from the shitehole it was before. Bang in the centre of the room was a transparent dance floor that lit up with a multi-colored light at the footsteps of the dancers, allowing it to create its own strobe effect.

Spotted around at evenly spaced intervals were small stages rimmed with LED's that flickered along to the music's tempo. Currently there was a holo recording dancing on the pole, but occasionally one of the girls would get up and give it a go.

Their exotic dancing really gets the clones in the mood for spending that hard earned tax money. Which did nothing apart from line my pockets with sweet, sweet credits.

Talking about the girls, a team of them working this shift were manning the huge bar, filled to the brim with booze that spanned the entire back wall of the room. Oh it was a sight to behold, and to think it's all mine.

Brings a tear to my eye.

To put it simply, business was booming harder than the speakers that the off-duty troopers danced too.

While the clones drove off the other customers, they drank like the Scots which more than made up for the losses. Even better they all drink on the endless credit card called the republic subsidiary for off-duty clones.

Best idea the sentates had for years. It's working miracles for my bank balance that now has eight, nearing nine digits - and that was just the official one.

Pulling me down to her level, Aayla yelled "Are we going up stairs?!" Directly in my ear, her voice desperately trying to be heard over the blaring music.

Returning my reply in a mirrored manner, I affirmed, "Aye, it's too packed down here tonight. Can't be arsed raising my voice all night either."

Not just that. I could almost guarantee that Aayla would get badgered all night if we stayed out here. The soldiers of the G.A.R were more sexually fustrated than a wank addict on the last day of no nut november, that combined with Aayla's inordinate sexiness was something no sane trooper overlook when intoxicated.

Choosing to leave before Aayla became a local celebrity, I gave my regards to the bar staff and walked up the stairs to the private lounge reserved for loyal customers and their guests.

To prevent it from becoming overcrowded, I personally designate the VIP cards to select guests of my choosing.

Is it a fair system? Absolutely not.

Do I care? Fuck no.

Being the programmer of the bouncer droids and the owner of this fine establishment, the dark grey droids allowed me to pass without checking the card. Opening in unison with the droid's sidestep, the sliding doors revealed a classy lounge that in all respects looked out of place in the entertainment district.

Contrast to the psychedelic trip of a lightshow downstairs, here the room was lit by dimmer bulbs that gently transitioned between shades in a therapeutic manner. Comfortable seats and large tables were spread around the chamber, creating private booths that each had their own sound dampening systems for privacy.

Unlike rave central beneath us, there were actually more non-clones having a meal and drinking up here. The clones that were here had a much more refined disposition to their comrades below, either relaxing themselves idling away on a holodisc or having a meal in a small group and watching the tv built into their booth.

Visibly relaxing, when the sound-proof doors behind us closed, Aayla mellowly said, "That's much better. The speakers are just too powerful down there, it's a wonder that those clones don't go deaf after staying here all night." Allowing the melodic beat of the new, pleasant music to bounce off her cone shaped hearing appendages.

"I much prefer this." Aayla smiled, softly humming along with the song as we found ourselves a seat at the bar.

"I could send you a playlist of similar songs if you like." I replied, taking note of the 'Gryfin' song I shamelessly bootlegged that was currently playing.

"I'd like that" Aayla nodded, pulling out a barstool for herself, as I did the same next to her.

I looked left and right, but for some reason the bar was unmanned. Just when I was about to get up and pour myself a drink, a red-haired humanoid woman came out from under the table holding a variety of bottles between her fingers.

"Your back?" I said, raising a nonexistent eyebrow at the human-dathomirian under my employ, "I thought you were out on a…business trip."

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