Zonju V
CJMB Clarke-Porras
Mahlowe Freight Level, Cantina Grajo
Glasses clinked at the bar, and smoke seemed to cling to the air around Fiolette. She sat in the back, a glass of whiskey in her hand as the Black Label cigarra sat on the ashtray wasting away. Hi-Sense lenses enjoyed themselves in the dullness of Grajo's light. A reddish-pink hue swept over most of the 'clear' light. The small stage where live music would play was vacant for now. The jukebox played a steady stream of something that sounded like Terminus flavored electroswing or Kro'Varian mech-jazz. The Bith behind the bar worked to serve the drinks while his brother had the unfortunate time of being someone's grief counselor. Nautolan and Togrutan waiters and waitress kept patrons' mugs full and their bellies happy, the dejarik table had an intense game going on between a Kiffar and a Mirialan, the sabaac tables held their winners and losers.
When Fiolette needed to meet with someone for the act of disappearing, she turned to Jorus - who then sent her [member="Runi Verin"]. A meeting was set up for today at the Grajo. This was phase one, find a place to disappear to, the second act involved a fight, and the final act would be to reappear. A deal cut the day before between Zonju V's officials and the base was struck. They'd maintain control of the base and its assets when she left, and in return, they'd erase everything and for insurance, she had a few friends coming by to make sure she and hers were gone from Zonju V.
Blood was in the water, something was up and Fiolette wanted out.
And so as she sat in the back, the Galidraani deactivated her Hi-Sense implants and let her Azure gaze cut through the smoke-thick air as she searched for the woman she was supposed to be meeting with. A hand instinctively went down for the cigarra, the other went up to the back of the booth as she relaxed. Cigarra to her lips, Fiolette took a drag and let the smoke wash through her lungs as it then billowed from her lips.