The Admiralty
TION'S MOON
FIRST BANK OF TION
Tion, oceans, beaches, beautiful scenery, it wasn't exactly an obvious connection to the rest of the Tion Cluster. A cesspit of human supremacy, imperialism and every other thing that the Galactic Empires have tried to push onto galactic society across centuries and more. But Daro wasn't cruising for a pretty holiday on the beaches of Tion today, no, instead he was on one of its moons.The dirty, industrialized city-covered moon with smog bellowing out into the atmosphere from every single direction.
It was Nar Shaddaa, but instead of honest crime the criminals got away with things, because the law was on their side. Sadly, Daro wasn't here today to exact vengeance or even justice. He was simply here to make a deposit. Even outlaws and vagabonds needed places to deposit their goods. Daro had about a dozen major accounts across the Galaxy, from Muunilinst to Sullust to even Tion. All of them were rainy day accounts- the sort of thing he could tap and then disappear, if that became necessary. So even though he might have had enough coin to retire to a palace barge of his own (Jim would love that)... Daro didn't.
Didn't seem right.
He was in the queue.
Long one.
Been a long day too, he had probably been standing here, shuffling for over thirty minutes now while studying the lady in front of him. Oh, not in that way, even though- no, it was her hat, really nifty one too.
Good quality.
"I like your hat, miss." Daro finally broached to [member="Tryp West"]. "Very vintage, Outer Rim spacer style." Truth to be told both of them stuck out like a sore thumb. Most of the people in attendance today were those kind of people. Haughty, nose up in dere arse, stuff like that. Only reason Daro was here was 'cus the rates were exceptional. Bank of Tion was still trying to out-compete the Banking Clans since their strange shift away from Muunilinst.
They might even be successful with rates like that.