A Meeting of Shadows (Open to Agents/Operatives only)

[Hunter Cain]

Nar Shaddaa​

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Nar Shaddaa, one of the most notorious cities in the galaxy for it's collection of criminals. All manner of secrets, contraband and credits change hands frequently throughout the dark city.
One would think that such an infamous moon would be barren as no sane person would venture to such a place. Yet Nar Shaddaa consistently boasts a crowded occupancy. Many could speculate the reasons why people come to such a dangerous place, but for Hunter Cain, this was the perfect place to hold a meeting. Nar Shaddaa was a place where peering eyes didn't exist, or were plucked out...

Hunter sat in the large corner booth of the Meltdown cafe, a drink and his datapad were on the table in front of him. As he waited for the others to arrive, he skimmed through the personnel files on his datapad which contained information on the intended guests. Many of the files were incomplete at best, as the hopeful arrivals were similar to Hunter, ghosts.

Hunter's purpose for hosting this meeting was to establish a working relationship with other operatives. Recent galactic events were making it more difficult to operate alone. Hunter hoped that this meeting would pave the way for a shared network of clandestine resources.
And so he waited...
[member="Switch"] [member="Snipes"] [member="Coci Sinopi"]

James Mathison

 

[Snipes]

Nar Shaddaa

This place had many names. Smuggler's Moon, Little Coruscant were the best known but the woman in black knew it as something else. It was a both a meeting place and a hunting ground. A pleasure palace and a shooting range. A fountain of wealth and a pit of despair. She had many missions here and she knew the place well. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she couldn't but a label on it.

The Meltdown Cafe was known to her, well known to those on Nar Shaddaa. It was a popular hang out for shady characters and an excellent place for a meeting. She took out a data pad and read over the message again. A man named Hunter was hosting a meeting with other operatives to team up as things began to become more difficult in the galaxy. The woman only known as Snipes preferred to do things alone, she was a lone wolf not a people person, but after the events she participated in on Alderaan it made her realize that as much as she liked to strike out on her own, she needed a team.

She had a sniper rifle strapped on her back, sensible and not uncommon in this bar filled with bounty hunters and mercenaries. Her emerald eyes scanned the room under the shadow of her hood, looking for the host.

[member="Hunter Cain"] Switch Coci Sinopi James Mathison

 

[James Mathison]

Like always, in the shadows, James stood, cloaked by the Force, watching the bar. His ally was off to his right, in perfect line of sight, and within 2 meters. The arrival of the cloaked woman, with a large rifle strapped to her back gave him the idea she was here for more than just drinks. James moved silently over to the table Specter sat at, appeared out of thin air from behind a waitress and slid into the seat opposite Specter.

You called me here, during an investigation. This better be good Specter.

[member="Snipes"] [member="Hunter Cain"]

 

[Switch]

Switch looked at the holomap she'd "borrowed", before looking back up at the establishment before her. This must be the place.

The Meltdown Café... She hadn't been planetside for very long, and already she'd heard of the place. In truth, she didn't know why she hadn't come here immediately, it certainly seemed her type of place.

Slowly meandering through the front entrance, the woman's attention was on her datapad, swiping through messages until she found the one that called her here. It seemed that this "Hunter" was looking for operatives to form some kind of a team. It made sense... it was getting increasingly hard to get things done, what with all the hell breaking loose throughout the galaxy lately.

Sweeping her eyes across the crowd of people, the woman sought out her target. It wasn't long before she saw him, over in a larger corner booth. She made a B line to the table.

[member="Hunter Cain"] [member="Snipes"] [member="Coci Sinopi"] @James Mathison

 

[Hunter Cain]

The sudden arrival of James Mathison was no longer unusual, having worked with James several times before, Hunter was used to his antics.
"Well James, I'm sure this should be interesting enough to keep your attention, and you can call me Hunter, I'm not on the job." He winked at his comrade.

Just then, a young darkhaired woman sat down at the booth. Her features suggested that she was [member="Switch"], based on the files that Hunter was looking at on his datapad.
Hunter smiled "You must be Switch? I'm Hunter. This...." He pointed to James "Well, I'll let him introduce himself, as I don't want to presume to use his real name."

The cloaked woman with the rifle on her back would be able to see Hunter in the corner booth as it was in perfect view of the door that she entered. [member="Snipes"]

 

[Snipes]

Snipes' sharp eyes soon caught her target, the man who called himself Hunter. He was joined by a woman and another hooded figure. She made her way over to them and gave them a nod of greeting. She stayed silent. She wasn't a people person.

[member="Hunter Cain"] Switch James Mathison

 

[James Mathison]

I look forward to it. He looked up at the woman who approached the table, My name is James, I am an associate of Hunter.
And who might you be? He looked over to the silent hooded woman from before.
[member="Hunter Cain"] [member="Snipes"] [member="Switch"]

 

[Switch]

Switch nodded at the two men. "Good to meet ya both." Turning to regard the newcomer in the hood. "You as well."

Waving over a server, the woman promptly ordered a drink of her own, before getting herself comfortable in her seat. Meetings were total hell if you couldn't relax.

[member="Hunter Cain"] [member="James Mathison "] [member="Snipes"]

 

[Hunter Cain]

James Mathison
Hunter looked at the new arrival. He could tell she was female, though most of her features were covered. A quick scan of his datapad suggested that she might be the illusive, yet deadly 'Snipes"
"You must be [member="Snipes"], I'm Hunter. This is James, and that is [member="Switch"]. Welcome. Care for a drink?"
Hunter put in his own order with the server droid and motioned for the others to do the same. He scanned his own credit chip with the droid and opened a tab
"They are all on my tab"