A T R O P O S
This was a very interesting meeting I was going to be holding. With the multiple times we had spoken, One particular Echani kindred of mine spoke highly of
Srina Talon
. A woman who despite the title of Empress, Mother of Dragons, and was directly tied to the Emperor in marriage,
Quinn Varanin
had stated she was one of the more notable people within the Sith Order that I needed to connect to. Namely because of what we were attempting to do. Much of our exploits were trying to do much for the order, and for ourselves, and our people on Eshan. Despite it being within Galactic Alliance space. While the both of us had been back and forth multiple times to our home planet, It had come to some scrutiny that the Empress had not been able to do the same. At the very least, what we knew. For that end, I wanted to contact her and reach out. To meet in a place where there would be less eyes and ears than what was held within Imperial Capitols or in the confines of Sith Temples. As such, we were meeting among some of the higher class levels of Bespin. A location where many elites of the political world, and grubby credit thieves made their mark with the exportation of Gas used for weaponry. Hiding in plain sight as it were.
I dressed nice. A simple black tunic and coat, but the typical red sash I wore. Moving to sit at the table, Waiting and just looking at the menu that had been handed to me silently by the waitress. A Twi'lek who had seen plenty of days working among those who looked down on her. She looked worn down and haggard in terms of mood, but looked quite easy on the eyes. A thought to "take her away" crossed my mind and perform experiments was there for a split second before dashed away with a shake of my head. A soft smirk along my lips as I ordered two drinks. One was that of a Seikoshan Whiskey. A up and coming constant flavor I enjoyed when choosing a drink. The other? I assumed not of what she would drink, and thus ordered a simple Cloud-tree Root Tea. A hot beverage considering the winds were a little whippy today.
The waitress bowed her head and walked off. Leaving the menus for now in case my "plus one" would require something. I returned the bow and slid a credit chip across the table to her. She took it and pocketed the coin before moving on. Leaning back a bit in the chair, I pulled out a datapad, just flicking through the information held within not really paying attention. My eyes instead playing over the area. Keeping a situational awareness considering the situation, who I was meeting with, and for the fact of wanting to be present and not just sitting down like a slob. As much as I may have wanted to currently.