Keepin Corellia Weird
This little bistro wasn't a bad place, so far as Ijaat was concerned really. The room for rent above it was quaint, well outfitted, and the best of all, like most on a nameless backwater world just outside of Alliance space - they asked no question when a bladed guy with a shotgun came up to their desk and asked for a room not facing either the alley or the street. Maybe he was getting paranoid in his... Young-old age or something. Who knew really. But dying tended to make you a little less bullet-proof feeling and a little more cautious, even when wearing beskar.
But he hadn't came here for the rather well made furniture, even if he was debating buying the veshok wood desk and chair he sat at. He was here because it was roughly near the last place he had seen [member="Spark Finn"]. And he needed to speak to her again. Not since his time with Rook and the Dread Guard, and his failed attempts at reviving them, when his mind was still reeling from Coruscant and Selvaris, had he spoken to or seen her. But he remembered well her rather crazy abilities with technology. That was why he had sent her the wave with his location.
He was pretty sure he was manifesting something similar. Or going insane. Frankly, she might could help with both in his eyes. Not that she wasn't beyond brilliant and even in a nerdy way cute. Granted, he liked his women with a few more tattoos and a lot more danger in their walk. But she wouldn't have been called if he hadn't been sure she was needed. Her and her ex had parted badly, and in some ways Ijaat felt the collapse of the Dread Guard for the Alliances' western front had put more strain on Coren and caused the couples demise. But he had a habit of self-crucifixion.
So he sat, and he waited, typing away at a data-slate, typing out what had happened to organize his thoughts.
But he hadn't came here for the rather well made furniture, even if he was debating buying the veshok wood desk and chair he sat at. He was here because it was roughly near the last place he had seen [member="Spark Finn"]. And he needed to speak to her again. Not since his time with Rook and the Dread Guard, and his failed attempts at reviving them, when his mind was still reeling from Coruscant and Selvaris, had he spoken to or seen her. But he remembered well her rather crazy abilities with technology. That was why he had sent her the wave with his location.
He was pretty sure he was manifesting something similar. Or going insane. Frankly, she might could help with both in his eyes. Not that she wasn't beyond brilliant and even in a nerdy way cute. Granted, he liked his women with a few more tattoos and a lot more danger in their walk. But she wouldn't have been called if he hadn't been sure she was needed. Her and her ex had parted badly, and in some ways Ijaat felt the collapse of the Dread Guard for the Alliances' western front had put more strain on Coren and caused the couples demise. But he had a habit of self-crucifixion.
So he sat, and he waited, typing away at a data-slate, typing out what had happened to organize his thoughts.