Raziel
Dark Jedi Spymaster
[member="Jacques"]
Fondor, Capital City, Diplomatic District
It was all very civilised here, Raziel reflected. Clean, smooth tables with electronic menu displays built into them. Droid servants polished up gracefully weaving between tables to a soothing background music. It was the kind of venue that captured an ambience, not an atmosphere. Worlds apart from the lowest levels of Nar Shaddaa where he had grown up. But Raziel would fit in wherever he went. He was everyone and yet no one.
He'd managed to get a table with his back to the wall. A small device, no larger than his palm, sat propped up on the table in front of him. Occasionally he glanced at it. The privacy screen ensured only his eyes, directly in line with the screen, could see the protocols being run. He wasn't alone. People here used datapads and comm-units. If there was anything to break the bland facade of the cafe it was the variety of species here. They came from all edges of the core to negotiate all kinds of things. And then they tended to go and get food and occasionally trade messages with their superiors. Messages that, having taken over the cafe's signal booster, he was now intercepting for later decryption.
The Bureau didn't trust him or his organisation. Another infochant making grand promises for credits. That required delivery of material that could be exploited. But they'd actually sent someone to watch over him. He wasn't certain if it was a junior coming to learn, or an assassin to keep him on track.
Raziel didn't much care. Someone to talk to would mean he drew less attention sat at this particular cafe.
Fondor, Capital City, Diplomatic District
It was all very civilised here, Raziel reflected. Clean, smooth tables with electronic menu displays built into them. Droid servants polished up gracefully weaving between tables to a soothing background music. It was the kind of venue that captured an ambience, not an atmosphere. Worlds apart from the lowest levels of Nar Shaddaa where he had grown up. But Raziel would fit in wherever he went. He was everyone and yet no one.
He'd managed to get a table with his back to the wall. A small device, no larger than his palm, sat propped up on the table in front of him. Occasionally he glanced at it. The privacy screen ensured only his eyes, directly in line with the screen, could see the protocols being run. He wasn't alone. People here used datapads and comm-units. If there was anything to break the bland facade of the cafe it was the variety of species here. They came from all edges of the core to negotiate all kinds of things. And then they tended to go and get food and occasionally trade messages with their superiors. Messages that, having taken over the cafe's signal booster, he was now intercepting for later decryption.
The Bureau didn't trust him or his organisation. Another infochant making grand promises for credits. That required delivery of material that could be exploited. But they'd actually sent someone to watch over him. He wasn't certain if it was a junior coming to learn, or an assassin to keep him on track.
Raziel didn't much care. Someone to talk to would mean he drew less attention sat at this particular cafe.