Private In Corp-Sec's Shadows

[Kivah]

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//:...mission-link-established...
//:...location=Etti IV-capital-Mondder...
//:...equipment=MA Jacket, Tracker/Flash Goggles, Lightsabers, Auto Blasters, Gauntlet Comp...

Unlike most people waling the streets of Mondder, Kivah wasn't thinking about money. She wasn't quite feeling the pinch of a slim account just yet, and while more was always good, at the moment she was thinking back to the last time she'd been out this way. The massive earthquake that had opened the planet to its roots, and the shaky group of runners that had formed when a robbery of an underground corpo mall had turned into something more. Now she was back, and with someone else she'd begrudgingly begun to call a friend as well. Naamino needed credits, and when steady work wouldn't do, Kivah knew a quick dip into the shadows of corporate warfare would pay out quite handsomely. Risk merited reward, after all.

The reconstruction had finished long ago, at least this close to the spaceport, there were places in the city that would likely never fully recover from the earthquake, not unless a development project paved them over. But the city was still the same, built on the same bones and filled with the same people, even if the signs changed. So it wasn't long before the large Cathar found her way into a little dive that had a line of holographic dancers out front. Inside everything was painted black, floor, walls, ceiling, even the tables and booths, the better to see more holo projections act out their lives in never-ending loops. Crossing the sticky floor, she signaled a Rodian for drinks, and paid out a small credchit when she brought them over to the back booth Kivah had staked out.

Despite the tan military style jacket and the synthweave pants she wore being Kivah's only concession to silly ideas like blending in, or that she was obviously armed, Kivah didn't stand out too much. For one thing, they were in a runner bar, and for another, the sun was just dipping behind the horizon, which meant the city's nightlife was starting to come crawling out. Between the punks, gangers, and clubbers, the Cathar's size drew more attention than what she wore. Natch, some of the other runners even sported neon tattoos or hair. Each was a walking advertisement to their own ability or reputation. "First time to a city this big?" She asked Naamino as she tipped back her beer. "Vardin really doesn't compare, does it?" Her ears laid back as the track turned over to a new song that started heavy on the clashing before the singer picked up. She wasn't the best on the small talk, but it was that or drink while they waited, and she didn't want to be too drunk when the client showed. "Oh hey! Have you thought of a handle yet? You know, a street name so you're a little harder to track." Kivah's was Kivah, because she was just like that.

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[SO] Naamino Zuukamano​