L O S T
Point Nadir
Comet Resh 9376
This was far from one of her usual haunts.Places like this, shadowports as they tended to be known as, were as wretched as they got, backwater planets or asteroids where nigh on anything was game. Smugglers used them as a place to dock between or during runs, black markets typically ran amok, spice traders were rampant, as well as even less favorable forms of trafficking, and even beyond all of that, even if such illicit activities were well disguised, typically the places stank of blood and alcohol.
As she walked through the Crown Court the sights of men and women laying into one another in shockboxing arenas caught her attention before she could know any better, and with a grimace she quickly looked away but not before seeing some poor soul lose a couple of teeth. She put her head down, hastening her steps as she entered the Trade District.
Believe it or not, what Asha was here to acquire was not technically illegal... Merely difficult to procure. She figured that her contact had to have been into more shadier dealings to choose this hunk of space rock out in the middle of nowhere for them to do their exchange, but she hadn't really asked many questions nor did she plan to once they came face to face. No, a simple cut and dry transaction would do. She patted her upper jacket pocket, feeling for the credit chip which lay there, and let out the breath she had been holding.
She had set her chrono upon landing, and the face of it seemed to hint at it being crunch time provided she didn't muck up the settings. She wasn't known for being the best with random pieces of technology such as this, but it didn't pay to be late to a meeting.
Her eyes scanned the room, in search of the man she was here to meet but she didn't have much of a description to go by... Just that the man would be recognizable by the old military medal on his lapel.
Easy, right?