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Little has changed outside since the Jedi entered the bar not too long ago. People, humans predominantly, wander the Promenade, shoping, chatting and lounging in the pleasant atmosphere generated by the decor.
((perception check, El))

"Oppression?" The man said, gesturing with his empty glass. "You want to talk opression, lets talk about the Republic! All across the Outer Rim, little worlds were being attacked by these bloody super corporations and trade guilds, strangled to death by them. Where was the Republic? Nowhere. It was always locked in debate. Nothing ever got done. Where was the Republic when Naboo was blockaded and invaded? Nowhere to be found. The Jedi had to intervine. Where was the Republic when Stark cut out the hyperlanes? Ranulph Tarkin had to coble together his own forces because the republic would do nothing to stop Stark and his cronies. Why, the Republic had to leave control of the GAR to the Jedi because they couldnt decide amongst them who should have control. There was no unity under the Republic, no freedom. Just a bunch of rich, bickering politicians looking to advance their own interest. The Empire provides the stability the Galaxy needs now in the wake of the Clone War. Sure it will be harsh going for a while but if we're ever expected to get back on our feet then we have to be willing to consign some liberties."

The Officer poured himself another helping, now working on he two remaining fifths of the bottle.

"30 generations of Successful men in my family doesnt mean military service, female. That means we succeeded at what we did, whatever our career. Politicians, Lawyers, Merchants, Buisnessmen, whatever my ancestors did they turned it into gold. But not me. Oh absoultely not me. I failed the whole bloody lot of them. Well verre d'n nocka!"

"If I wanted a pep talk, I'd take it up with my staff." He muttered sourly after downing another shot. "Now I'm stuck on who the bloody blazes you remind me of."

Jahan spies two men loitering on the promenade who do not seem to be part of any larger crowd. Each seems to be scanning the crowd, looking for something or someone though they pay Jahan little attention. She also spies that, despite the traveling clothes both are wearing, both are dressed identical with a hold-out blaster tucked into their jackets.

Moments later, a woman with short black hair and the greasy uniform of a mechanic comes stumbling onto the Promenade, clutching her
midsection as though injured. She struggles to make her way across
the floor in your direction, though clearly she is having difficulty
walking.
“Please, help me,” she calls out to you. “There are credits in it
for you, just help me!”
Mere seconds later, two stormtroopers burst into the area from
the south end of the Promenade. They raise their blasters, aiming
them at the woman, and shout through their helmet speakers, “Step
away from that woman. She is under arrest in the name of the
Emperor!”

Inside the Cantina, the man just shakes his head. "You bloody giggle too much. Really you might want to have that-"
Tilting his head up from his drink and looking towards the door blearily the officer blinks.
"Did you hear something?..."

((Perception check))
Sounds like theres a commotion going on outside on the promenade." The Officer said, slipping off his stool and standing upon uneasy legs. "I think I might see whats going on..."

"I've got one steady leg left." He declared to her as she helped him. "I'm drunk, not crippled." Nonetheless, with Ember's assistance, the Officer shuffles to the door to witness the scene with the wounded woman and the Stormtrooper.
Seeing what was going on, the officer shook off the help. "You dont want to b dragging me around when the shots go off." he declared calmly, though his words were still a bit slurred.

Any enemy of the Emperor is a friend of mine. Jahan thought. Besides, she might know something about the Senator. That last mental nudge was enough to propel the young Zabrak from her unobtrusive post at the cantina's stairs as two patrons came out.