Location: Nar Shaddaa, Level 88, Meltdown Cafe
Since work with The Forlorn Hope had dried up, Zyrias Pax found herself on her own again. Despite being an ecumenopolis, she could not go back to Coruscant because ultimately Detective Reese would find her again and try to convince her to give up her criminal gigs.
“I ain’t ever going back to a normal life. Not even if I have a million credits someday,” she boasted as she played a game of pazaak with a Rodian mechanic and a Sikurdian bounty hunter named Beelen.
“You could always work for me, Pax.”
“Pfft. I’m only good with my fingers and not much else. You need any slicing done?”
Despite Zyri’s windfall courtesy of Kur’s Dozen which saw her flush with credit, she was burning through her extra funds at a rapid pace. She’d bought her own Horizon-class yacht and some property near the Promenade on the Smuggler’s Moom which lay empty since she had yet to furnish it. Plus all of the credits she’d gambled away.
“Tell me more,” the Canto Chameleon said, slamming down her Tatooine Sunburn. One more of the sickly sweet drinks, and she’d start to forget about the itchy ache of missing Detective Reese more than she cared to admit.