She would arrive by air taxi, procured through an agency reserved for wealthy clients. There were, after all, perks to privilege for women like her, in juxtaposition to the reasons she was summoned to Nar Shaddaa.
There was a little view screen on the back of the seat she faced. HoloNet news, 'curated' advertisement, and select sources of local entertainment.
"Witness a legend! Pantoran superstar YIARA returns for her first galactic tour in more than..."
The door closed behind her as she stepped out onto the street, just across from her destination.
A nightclub? "That's a surprise."
She began to walk across the slick, wet street, through the crowd, and towards the angry-looking bouncer on the other side. The acolyte hoped this wasn't already the first part of some test, but at least the weather suited her mood. She actually quite liked the way puddles morphed and muddled the reflection of neon signs.
World-spanning cities like Nar Shaddaa required artificial weather generation to filter heavy pollutants from the air. Otherwise, most species would be unable to breathe, at least without their internals melting out of whatever orifices they have. The storm above produced relatively clean water to wash away harsher substances in the air, collecting chemicals and poisonous metals as it drained down and became a toxic drizzle for the world below.
Still, up here, Anet could appreciate the--
"Raine. You're on the list. In you go... Next!"
Inside, the air was dry, and the music deafeningly loud. A catchy buzz of crowd-pleasing noise, undoubtedly designed to keep partygoers engaged and coming back for drink after drink. Anet slipped through the back and was let up a series of stairs. The next guard didn't ask for a name. They quietly stepped aside and gestured her into the Sith's
temporary office.
She looked around without a thought to be read on her face.
"You aren't going clean, are you?" A calculated jest to bait a glimpse at the Dark Lord's mood if nothing else.
The half-pantoran slipped around a table and paced in the open space between it and the desk.
"My Lord," she muttered.
Darth Anathemous