The Fleetwood was in need of resupply and Kal'Shebbol's Klöcksenburgh Station was the closet one in sight. Fiolette had already beamed a meeting request to [member="Jorus Merrill"]. Turns out as she went through the myraid of equipment and ships that she had built for the First Order. One particular engine stuck out, and given the ever pressing need for good engines in the Outer Rim. She thought she'd offer, for the low simple price of an investment contract of course now that she was stalled out from the First Order. At least, for the time being she needed investors and the Outer Rim Coalition seemed to be the right place to be for that.
No need for formal wear here, here she could get away with a simple pair of trousers, a blaster vest and boots. The blue collar atmosphere of the station left a lot to be desired but Fiolette appreciated it for what it was. Infact she was quite interested in owning the mining company. But those plans would have to wait, the center of the station was where most of the activities went down. It also seemed to be the loudest so the best place to conduct business where no one could over hear. A digny corner bar with the only sign being a neon colored serving girl who you couldn't tell if she was a Twi'lek or a Nautolan.
Steam wafted through the center while smoke and the scent of overcooked Rontho and beer seemed to choke anything else out of the way. The center was crowded with workers going to and from, the sounds of shift alarms and delivery trams made up the rest of the ambiance. Golden hues for lights outside of the bar, inside it was a dark grimy magenta. Fiolette's implants went a little crazy having to adjust but she managed to find her way to a corner table. She couldn't tell if Jorus was here or not, not with the crowd the size it was. Instead she pinged him letting him know that she had arrived and where he could find her.
No need for formal wear here, here she could get away with a simple pair of trousers, a blaster vest and boots. The blue collar atmosphere of the station left a lot to be desired but Fiolette appreciated it for what it was. Infact she was quite interested in owning the mining company. But those plans would have to wait, the center of the station was where most of the activities went down. It also seemed to be the loudest so the best place to conduct business where no one could over hear. A digny corner bar with the only sign being a neon colored serving girl who you couldn't tell if she was a Twi'lek or a Nautolan.
Steam wafted through the center while smoke and the scent of overcooked Rontho and beer seemed to choke anything else out of the way. The center was crowded with workers going to and from, the sounds of shift alarms and delivery trams made up the rest of the ambiance. Golden hues for lights outside of the bar, inside it was a dark grimy magenta. Fiolette's implants went a little crazy having to adjust but she managed to find her way to a corner table. She couldn't tell if Jorus was here or not, not with the crowd the size it was. Instead she pinged him letting him know that she had arrived and where he could find her.