Recorded Statement
SOURCE: Tor’Kaad Drek
LOCATION: Coruscant, Lower Levels, Tier Sub-47
DATE: 13 ABY
Tor’Kaad:"If you’re reading this, you’ve already found us—or you’re looking for a place that doesn’t advertise itself too loudly. Either way, this is the Iron Heart Cantina. It sits three levels below the primary transit lanes of Coruscant, tucked into a durasteel spine that predates the Clone Wars. The building used to be a freight relay. I rebuilt it by hand. Every beam you lean on, I reinforced. Every plate you see, I chose."
"We opened in 7 ABY. Not because the galaxy needed another bar—but because people needed a place where they could breathe without watching their backs every second."
G-R1M:Correction: Most patrons still watch their backs. They simply do so while seated.
Tor’Kaad:"Fair."
"The Iron Heart is neutral ground. Smugglers, slicers, dockworkers, refugees, bounty hunters, and anyone else with credits and manners are welcome. The rules are simple: no Imperial uniforms, no chain of command, and no bringing old wars into my house."
G-R1M:Addendum: Imperial personnel are not “discouraged.” They are denied entry.
Tor’Kaad:"Denied entry. Permanently, if they push the issue."
"Inside, you’ll find a circular durasteel bar, low ceilings, and lighting kept deliberately dim. The walls are lined with trophies—not for decoration, but for memory. Decommissioned helmets. Rank bars. Weapons that won’t fire again. Mandalorian cubist murals hang between them, some finished, some not. One of them was never meant to be finished."
G-R1M:Statement verified. The unfinished artwork belongs to Lira Drek.
Tor’Kaad:"The drinks are strong. Some glow. Some hiss. Some steam. If you don’t recognize what you ordered, that’s normal. We serve food too—dumpling soups, spiced skewers, flatbreads, and whatever else the day brings in. We host Sabacc nights. Physical cards. Real credits. Corellian Spike. Cheating is expected. Getting caught is discouraged."
"I run the bar myself. Armor stays on. That’s not intimidation—it’s tradition. If I’m behind the counter, you’re safe. If I’m not, finish your drink and leave calmly."
G-R1M:Statistical note: “Calmly” increases survival probability by thirty-four percent.
Tor’Kaad:"The Iron Heart isn’t a sanctuary. It’s a pause. A place between fights. If you’re running from something, we won’t ask what. If you’re looking for work, someone here probably knows someone. If you’re looking for trouble—"
G-R1M:—you will find the exit.
Tor’Kaad:"Exactly."
"Welcome to the Iron Heart Cantina.
Drink well. Play fair.
And leave the Empire at the door."