The Burning Deck was a popular cantina upon the grim world, a large place made of many levels to accommodate its position as one of the top hubs. It also bristled with life, full of bodies, and one more soon joined their number. A tall figure in a ochre coloured flight suit moved from the entrance of the building, past pazaak players, and tables of drinkers and beings doing business towards one of the many bars. The figures attire seemed at little odds with those in the cantina, many wearing similar or armoured vestments. Moving initially to one of the walls, it reached a bank of inbuilt computer screens, fitted to allow clients to send and receive data, and began to tap away on one of them, taking a few minutes on it.
Turning swiftly around, it made its way towards the greatest gathering point of beings on this level. Reaching the bar, the figure reached its gloved hands towards it head, fiddled around with the charcoal helmet it wore and detached a re-breather unit which hung from a cord from the rest of the helmet. Hailing down one of the serving droids, the gloved hand pointed to a bottle on the shelf behind and the droid turned to pour the customer it's drink. Looking at the chrono around its left wrist, the figure reached toward the cup placed for it and moving towards a less hectic part of the cantina, sat down and watched the entrance while swirling the contents of the cup around.



