Aela Talith
The Righteous
Nar Shaddaa - Circuit
[member="Aver Brand"]
Elizabeth Castille sat rather contentedly on the upper balcony of her club, eyes wandering over the crowd of dancing people as the music blared and reverberated off of each and every wall. She watched with a pin point glance, almost as if she were surveying a kingdom.
It was in the middle of the day here on Nar Shaddaa, if there even was one, but Circuit was still packed to the brim. It wasn't too uncommon for such a thing to happen, people either lost themselves or just didn't care. This planet was a filthy place, full of refuse and refugees, but it was profitable. That was a lesson that Elizabeth had learned within the first few hours of coming here, something that she had quickly learned to exploit and use for her advantage.
She shifted slightly in her chair as one of the guards approached her, the muscled man leaning down to whisper in her ear.
For a moment Elizabeth simply nodded her head, reaching up and gently adjusting her glasses before running thin fingers through her dirty blonde hair. As the man took a step back she gave a slight nod, curiosity growing within her chest.
She was hardly the most established or even connected criminal here on Nar Shaddaa, but being the owner of this club gave her certain...advantages. She had set Circuit up as a safe haven for criminals, a place where deals could be struck and barters could be made without fear of safety from either side. The ploy had been a huge success, and many criminals and their organizations now came to Circuit simply so they could work together without one betraying the other.
That had allowed Elizabeth a certain amount of...discretion.
When larger organizations wanted to set up a meeting at Circuit they didn't just go there, they contacted her directly. She set things up, becoming a liaison between organizations. It was something that had proved to be rather successful, not to mention profitable.
Quickly Elizabeth was finding her place within Nar Shaddaa's Underworld. "Bring her up here, no use having her pal around with the rabble."
Her voice was a low rasp, a drink quickly drifting to her lips as she finished.
[member="Aver Brand"]
Elizabeth Castille sat rather contentedly on the upper balcony of her club, eyes wandering over the crowd of dancing people as the music blared and reverberated off of each and every wall. She watched with a pin point glance, almost as if she were surveying a kingdom.
It was in the middle of the day here on Nar Shaddaa, if there even was one, but Circuit was still packed to the brim. It wasn't too uncommon for such a thing to happen, people either lost themselves or just didn't care. This planet was a filthy place, full of refuse and refugees, but it was profitable. That was a lesson that Elizabeth had learned within the first few hours of coming here, something that she had quickly learned to exploit and use for her advantage.
She shifted slightly in her chair as one of the guards approached her, the muscled man leaning down to whisper in her ear.
For a moment Elizabeth simply nodded her head, reaching up and gently adjusting her glasses before running thin fingers through her dirty blonde hair. As the man took a step back she gave a slight nod, curiosity growing within her chest.
She was hardly the most established or even connected criminal here on Nar Shaddaa, but being the owner of this club gave her certain...advantages. She had set Circuit up as a safe haven for criminals, a place where deals could be struck and barters could be made without fear of safety from either side. The ploy had been a huge success, and many criminals and their organizations now came to Circuit simply so they could work together without one betraying the other.
That had allowed Elizabeth a certain amount of...discretion.
When larger organizations wanted to set up a meeting at Circuit they didn't just go there, they contacted her directly. She set things up, becoming a liaison between organizations. It was something that had proved to be rather successful, not to mention profitable.
Quickly Elizabeth was finding her place within Nar Shaddaa's Underworld. "Bring her up here, no use having her pal around with the rabble."
Her voice was a low rasp, a drink quickly drifting to her lips as she finished.