Private A Fortunate Meeting

[Sahl]

The sound of the machines never stops. The dull thumps, the sharp clangs, and the electric buzz of the manufacturing industry, with only a few insignificant voices to break the relentless pattern.

To a drifter from an un-terraformed planet, this far from home, but unfortunately feels just like it. Wrinkling his nose at the strong, though familiar smell of ozone, Sahl Dejan hurries through soot-stained metal streets and alleys to make his next appointment. The past few weeks here have been profitable enough, and he's managed to grow his meager supply of credits with some repair work here and there, but it's time for a change of life, and a change of pace.

He did his best to clean up again; his gray, padded clothes now have no trace of desert sand, nor of the clay soil of the last colony he visited. They're still covered in soot, though. Sahl's red eyes brighten as he reaches his destination, a hide-away place for relaxation in the middle of the machine complex. Some call it the Rusty Cog, but it's the only bar in the zone, so it doesn't really need a name.

Inside, he scans the crowd before seating himself at a small booth. "If you see a Cathar, perhaps with a droid, send them my way," he requests of the servitor droid. "And tell them I'd like to buy a round, while they tell me about this crew opening." Time to see a man about a job. A mercenary job.

Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

They're quite easy to spot, simply because cathar off of their homeworld are quite uncommon. Not to mention, the droid he's with, though made from salvage, still looks to be a wonder of engineering. Though registered as a battle droid, the flexible and organic movements it has are similar to that of an assassin droid. The droid has a simple cloak about it's shoulders, And the cathar is dressed in his usual. Armorweave pants, black leather boots, a simple white shirt with a blast vest over it, and an armorweave longcoat.

Upon being alerted by one of the staff, The cathar's eyes drift over to Sahl for a moment, before he starts making his way over, gesturing for the droid to follow. The droid has a brooding silence about it, daring anyone to even try at causing any trouble. Once they're at the table, Talohn takes a seat, looking the Zabrak over. "Pleasure to meet you. Curious about the crew opening, you say?" He offers his Name to shake. "Name's Talohn Atar. The droid is Madlad." Madlad, not up for talking, nods simply, before that single eye goes back to scanning the bar.

S Sahl