Even outside when he went without his form obscuring robes and allowed his face to be seen by others and not hidden away behind the shadows cast by a hood, Xavka Duquo cut an imposing figure. Even dressed as simply and smartly as he was in a white, button down shirt tucked into a pair dark grey suit trousers and a matching dark grey suit jacket, patrons of The Golden Reef scattered before his form as he made his way towards the reception desk just as soon as they laid eyes upon him. Standing at over six foot in height with thick, dense muscles covering his body, visible through the close cut of his clothing, Xavka towered over many of the citizens and visiting tourists of the aquatic planet, but it was his scar torn visage, missing right eye, obviously cybernetic left arm and pointed gaze that intimidated those he strode past, his appearance planting the seed of fear within their hearts.
Coming to a stand still before the finely polished wooden desk that served as the reception, Xavka stared down at the nervous form of a young human female dressed smartly in the uniform of the restaurant - a black waistcoat over a white shirt with black dress trousers and polished black leather shoes, his analytic gaze taking note of how she flinched away from the hand he had moved forward to pass across a form of identification. His voice was very much a match for his appearance and, as such, when he spoke, it was with a gruff, gravelly and deep voice accompanied by a sub-vocalised growl that was startlingly common for the Zabrak of Iridonia to possess.
"I believe that I have a reservation. Table for two, private. Eeth Cuth." Eeth Cuth was, of course, a fabricated identity, once crafted by Xavka for times in which he would have to move anonymously. Eeth, to the greater galaxy, was a none Force using mercenary and assassin for hire who had been born into slavery only to be later bought and freed by a now deceased ex-lover. If one was to look even closer and gather reports on Eeth's behaviour, they would find him to be surly and easy to anger, a loner who kept to himself while loudly proclaiming his hatred of the Sith and Jedi alike, claiming that they were the cause of all of the war in the Galaxy. They would also find that Eeth was someone who was pulled around by his love of violence and women. In short, only the fact that both he and his imagined counter-part were ex-slaves bound the two together.
"Y-yes sir. If you w-will follow me? Erm, your, er, the woman th-that also booked the table, she has already arrived, s-sir. Just to let you know." The last sentence came out in a rush of jumbled words as the young woman's nervousness finally overwhelmed her.
A few short minuets later, Xavka entered through the door he had been lead towards, gently closing it behind him as the young woman scampered away, his burnt orange gaze fixed the new female before him, taking in and analysis the Sith dressed in red. Moving quickly and with a grace born out of experience and practice, Xavka lowered himself into the seat opposite the Sith Lord before resting his elbows on the table and clasping his hands together, resting his chin on the bridge created by his fingers.
"I trust that we are free to speak without worry of eavesdroppers?" Business, after all, came before the introduction.
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