as above, so below
Getting here was fethin' tricky.
Vella'd tried to take sedatives for much of the journey, just so she didn't say the wrong thing. Or puke. The Hydian Way was the main route the pilot had navigated, but it cut right through scum space. With much of The Core being occupied by light-sniffers, they'd had to be stopped a few times, re-route, etcetera, so they weren't easily traced from the point of origin. Also meant a lot of roundabouts, and stopping, and checkpoints, and rerouting.
Honestly, by the time the landing gear was sticking out of the ship's belly, Vella was practically sprinting down the docking ramp. The pilot played it much cooler, strolling behind her and corresponding with the docking attendant. After a few minutes of exchange, the fellow approached Vella once more, keeping his eyes low. He didn't like the look of her blood-stricken gaze, and preferred affix it somewhere around her chin instead.
"Lorana's Labyrinth is about four warehouses down. We're parked close enough if we have to high tail, but far enough to avoid detection for a bit."
She gave a curt nod to the fellow, and popped the collar of her jacket to look a little less murderous and more mysterious. The pair of Sith employs made their way to the promised bar, where Vella'd needled out a luke warm lead on some of the mischief that was happening in the digital world.
It didn't take them long to wander through the port. The pilot spoke more than Vella did, offering his opinion on a few models they passed - talking about their aptitude for atmospheric longevity, or speed, or general modularity commentary that went in one ear and out the other of the Vahl huntress. Soon, they arrived at the unassuming doorway of the cantina.
"I'm going to do a quick walk around. Any exits from the outside will probably deposit out here. You go in, I'll send you the scans."
The fellow agreed, while the dark-haired girl slunk off to around the side, gaze skyward as she ran a visual inventory of some strange outlines of the cantina itself. Small doorways, strange windows, anything of that sort.
Vella'd tried to take sedatives for much of the journey, just so she didn't say the wrong thing. Or puke. The Hydian Way was the main route the pilot had navigated, but it cut right through scum space. With much of The Core being occupied by light-sniffers, they'd had to be stopped a few times, re-route, etcetera, so they weren't easily traced from the point of origin. Also meant a lot of roundabouts, and stopping, and checkpoints, and rerouting.
Honestly, by the time the landing gear was sticking out of the ship's belly, Vella was practically sprinting down the docking ramp. The pilot played it much cooler, strolling behind her and corresponding with the docking attendant. After a few minutes of exchange, the fellow approached Vella once more, keeping his eyes low. He didn't like the look of her blood-stricken gaze, and preferred affix it somewhere around her chin instead.
"Lorana's Labyrinth is about four warehouses down. We're parked close enough if we have to high tail, but far enough to avoid detection for a bit."
She gave a curt nod to the fellow, and popped the collar of her jacket to look a little less murderous and more mysterious. The pair of Sith employs made their way to the promised bar, where Vella'd needled out a luke warm lead on some of the mischief that was happening in the digital world.
It didn't take them long to wander through the port. The pilot spoke more than Vella did, offering his opinion on a few models they passed - talking about their aptitude for atmospheric longevity, or speed, or general modularity commentary that went in one ear and out the other of the Vahl huntress. Soon, they arrived at the unassuming doorway of the cantina.
"I'm going to do a quick walk around. Any exits from the outside will probably deposit out here. You go in, I'll send you the scans."
The fellow agreed, while the dark-haired girl slunk off to around the side, gaze skyward as she ran a visual inventory of some strange outlines of the cantina itself. Small doorways, strange windows, anything of that sort.
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