Fell on Black Days

[Delila Castillon]

Galantos - Main Spaceport, 0200 Local Time

Night blanketed the gelatinous planet of Galantos, bright lights shining in the modern city and casting their glow throughout. In the capital city, humans and various other species filtered around, with the Fia still in the majority. Needless to say, if you weren't a Fia you stood out horribly in the environment.

Disembarking from the small shuttle, Delila had just landed on the planet. Dressed in form fitting gray tactical pants and a navy shirt, her flame-red hair pulled up into a professional bun. Tactical bag rested on her back as she let her hand fall to the blaster strapped to her thigh. Taking no chances -- as usual. Her sharp blue gaze searched the spaceport as walked along slowly. She was on the lookout for a certain building, a meeting place.

You see, Delila didn't come to Galantos for a vacation. She was here strictly on business. The drug trade had filtered through Dahomey and she had traced it back to here. Or at least some of the substances used to make the drug in question. It was causing some problems on planet. Problems she didn't need ever since being placed in charge of Firemane operations on Dahomey.

Finding her location, Delila looked up at the bright neon sign entitled Bits 'n' Pieces. Inside there was an entire host of droid parts, comms, holonet recievers, technology of all types. If one had a broken vessel after landing this would be one of their first stops. The automatic doors parted for her entry, her gaze trying to take everything in.

There were a few patrons, yet the redhead did not see the one she was supposed to be meeting. Some man named [member="Jared Ovmar"] . Delila had never heard of him. Or seen him. Probably just another tweaker with false info, but it was worth checking out.

 

[Arage Bao]

A repair shop. Well well, wasn't that just a rise in the originality scale. Though it might have been for the best, because let's be honest here. Who ever did their business in a bar? Exactly, everyone. So doing it in a repair shop, might throw off some unwanted attention.

As Jared walked through the streets, he could not help but stretch his legs and jump around a little. It had been months in the dusty chamber of Shorn's mind, was a pretty empty place so not really that uncomfortable, don't get me wrong. But at some point a man needs to be taken out for a walk, get something to drink and maybe sit a woman down on his lap.

Just the natural order of things, really.

Regardless, eventually the designated shop came into view and with that Jared's pace slowed down. Honestly, he was not sure why he even bothered with this. Spice was a dirty business, and Jared hated it. But that did not mean he needed to take down every drug-ring that popped up in the Galaxy.

Would be impossible to do anyway, but this.. this he could do. His soul might be black as pitch, didn't mean he couldn't do something good for once. While maybe slaughtering a den full of drug-dealing scumbags, though that was obviously a secondary objective. Yeah... obviously..

And then he arrived at the door, before walking in his mind reached out towards the room ahead and quickly asserted the situation. The shop did not seem to have a lot of patrons, looking at the time that might not have been that strange.

Retreating back into his mind, Jared gasped softly. Once he could have done that with no issue, but the experience with Shorn.. it had made him uncomfortable leaving his body in that way. Cheating death had its own.. problems. Waking up in the middle of the night, dreaming of the Fires for instance. Not a pretty thing.

Eventually, he pulled himself together and put on a lazy smile on his face, in the span of a few seconds Jared Ovmar was back in business. Casually he strolled into the establishment, with one hand behind his back. His eyes studied the patrons for a while, and then settled onto a figure that did not seem to belong here.

Redhead.. she seemed familiar to him. As if they had met once before, which was a ridiculous notion, right?

Softly he coughed to get her attention.

“My Lady. The weather is lovely today, is it not?” ​

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Though Jared loved talking about the weather, this was not an idle conversation. Even if it seemed as such, code words. Silly little things, but a man could not be cautious enough these days.​

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[member="Delila Castillon"]​

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

Raising an eyebrow, Delila looked skeptically at the man who had coughed for her attention. Weather? That was the best one could come up with? Especially in a downpour that was no doubt drowning out all the rats in the city sewers. It was really coming down outside. Shoving her hands in the pockets of the jacket she was wearing, the redhead sighed a little. Pretending to examine a part that was no doubt over price, she continued to thoroughly ignore the man for a moment.

Brushing past him, keeping close, Delila continued to look away. She murmured low, keeping her voice down.

"Beautiful weather. Almost good enough for a stroll"