The Red Crown of Eshan
Cantonica was a world where someone who wanted to disappear could. Despite the frequency of arrivals and departures, the world had its own life as if there was nothing more than Canto Bight.
The capital, Canto Bight, was a playground. The wealthy would come, gamble, and drown themselves in indulgence. Here, no one would bother or care too much about Jedi or Sith. Religion wouldn't dare touch the sins of those who entered.
For Quinn, this was the perfect place to be someone else. To allow a conversation without fear of judgment or the wrath of those in charge. Here, Quinn wasn't the Queen of Eshen or the Heir Apparent to the entire Sith Empire. She was just a girl, waiting for the one she had invited.
She could just be Quinn.
And so she waited, her hands nervously clasped on the small cocktail table she stood beside. The lights in the upscale bar were dimmed, creating a quiet, intimate ambiance. On the table, a candle flickered with the breeze of the ocean air.
A world outside of the wars, almost paradise.
Quinn's eyes glanced towards the doorway every so often. Any time she saw someone who could be the one she was waiting for,, her chest would tighten, and her breath would catch. But when she realized it wasn't the Jedi, a wave of doubt would follow.
The constant tug on her emotions was beginning to wear on her, as she wondered if this was a mistake. Should she have invited Bastila through the Blackwall? Through the barrier that kept her safe? Quinn shook her head as she thought to herself. That wouldn't work; they'd just be playing into the Empire's hands or any Sith that wanted to remove Quinn from the equation.
No, the danger needed to be equal… the Republic or a bounty hunter could show up and arrest her. It would be easy; there were very few protective laws on Canto Bight.
But that's why it was perfect.