'The first and last place to wet your whistle on your long journey ahead' was the motto of the Kal'Shabbol Starport, which was the primary starport serving the planet Kal'Shabbol in the Kathol sector of the Outer Rim Territories. It was also the major trading hub situated on the Trition Trade Route, which was a continuation of the Rimma Trade Route connecting the Core Worlds to the Outer Rim... and in this case the Kathol Outback and beyond; currently under the protection of the Outer Rim Coalition - a rag tag group if there was one, many of which were exiles themselves like the Alliance was now.
ORC had given sanctuary to many of the surviving loyal members of the Galactic Alliance military, government, and New Jedi Order when the mighty faction was betrayed at the highest level and brought to it's demise in a coordinated effort by the Axis of Evil - the Sith Empire, the First Order, and the Mandalorian Empire. Well, that was the name the Ralltiiri had given them any ways.
Standing on the upper level of the tapcafe at the railing counter, Ava kept watch for her contact, taking an occasional sip of the local Lum she'd ordered while perusing the crowd. The elite pilot had certainly tasted better, preferring the Corellian stuff Captain [member="Dracken Pryce"] kept in his personal stash on the ANS Starchild. Speaking of which, Rogue Five wondered if the ol' girl was out of dry dock yet from the ORC sponsored shipyards at Manas. Home to Rogue Squadron, the Colony-class battlecruiser had taken considerable damage and barely limped away from the space battle at Fondor, but at least the Starchild had given as much as she had received. And, that was something to be proud of.
The Alliance-in-Exile was bringing into the fold a former Rogue, who now was enjoying the rewards of a smuggling life. Well, hopefully he was... But then again, why bother stifling that potential while working with them? [member="Alexandra Russo"] had vouched for this fella as she had been his CO back in the day, though one could never be careful enough. Spies and agents were everywhere. [member="Aedan Lochlan"] would go through the same precautionary procedures all new members were given. Goldie just happened to be the one who got tapped to do it as her TR-20 was still out of commission post the Battle of Fondor, which the Fleet was still reeling from the heavy losses taken there... both of ship and man alike.
The blonde's steel blue eyes glanced down to the lower level again scanning a new batch of spacers entering the establishment, looking for the one called Beardface...