Soldier of Fortune
Shevre'starn, Bothawui - CIS Space
One advantage of working for the Confederacy was the capital world being one of the sector's main centers of culture. Desmond certainly appreciated being able to spend his downtime from the Phantoms immersing himself in art, music and performance from every corner of Confederate space and beyond.
Today, it was a museum. However, the agenda wasn't strictly his own enjoyment, as much as he could appreciate the sculpture on display in the main exhibit hall.
Clad in a somewhat nondescript gray suit, he ran his hand through his combed back blonde hair, looking down the hallways towards the next exhibit and subtly checking the chrono on the wall. He was still five minutes early, but somehow he imagined the zabrak was already here somewhere. He was methodical like that, in his own questionably sane way. Something Desmond had respect for. Whether or not the morseerian had gotten the message on time was another matter, but with or without his friend's backup, he assumed whatever offer Daxton Bane had for him was certain to prove interesting.
@[member="Daxton Bane"], @[member="Olidiv Kenu"]