What has it got in its pocketses!!!!!

[Julius Sedaire]

The Wanderlust pulled into the Arceneau Trade Station amidst confused glances and comments from the staff. Even in the Outer Rim, most didn't believe in the Aing Tii. So she would be a ship bizarre beyond measure. But aside from prolonged head to head combat, there were few betters for her, at least to Glavo. Again he thought of the wisdom of perhaps hiring a pilot for such things, but then rose and threw on the sleeveless blue long-vest. Over that, jarringly, he threw a deep green cloak, his jed cred being used like a clasp for it. A Kathol Liberation Ring and a Rebel Corscua signet ring.

As he strode down through the station to meet his rep, he raked back moppish brown hair, considering if he should shave. A faintly luminescent lightsaber hung at his hip, and a pistol was still strapped to his low thigh. His face and jawline were mildly covered in stubble and he ran his hand along his jaw line. Yeah, he should have shaved. Regardless, he wasn't here to make a business deal. What brought him here today was the business of war. The One Sith juggernaut was stalling, about to totter. And he would help bring low the giant. But the best tool for that would be a lightsaber with one of Vanirs' lenses which made such short work of Vong creations.

Reaching the end of the landing, he looked around, wondering who or what would come to meet him or guide him to the meeting. And regretting not hitting the 'fresher before hand.

[member="Saffron"]

 

[Saffron]

[member="Glavo Pahro"]

OOC: Sorry for the delay!

As he had comm'd ahead, there would be one waiting for his arrival. Her name was Adira Vie. She had long dark hair, with two small antenna like protrusions from the top of her head. They were antennapalps, which sprouted from underneath her thick coarse hair. Retractable, the atennapalps allowed her to listen into the subsonic range and gave her a physical intuition, which members of the Jedi Order sometimes mistook for Force sensitivity. They could detect surges in emotion which could forewarn them of impending danger, and allowed Adira to more easily become attune to her customers when need be.

She was swathed in a dark grey robe, reminiscent of the typical Companion attire. Upon her face, she wore a simple smile.

The Identi scanner had taken note of Glavo's identity within the station, and so Adira quietly waited. Once Pahro drew closer towards the end of the docking hanger into the station proper, he would find the woman waiting.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Nodding to the attendant, he would smile just slightly, but nothing but relaxation coming from the Jedi-turned-Warden really. It was business as usual for him, and the high boots he wore clicked faintly as he stopped and nodded his head, almost a dipping of it in a bowing like fashion, before he greeted the one waiting for him. He could guess at her occupation, and could probably confirm it by reading her emotions or any number of things. But his own independent and autonomous streak fostered a fierce and deep love of others abilities to be so. And so he let it be and did so, merely extending his hand to be shook, and his dominant hand at that. A sign of comfort and trust from a swordsman.

"Hello Miss, I assume you would be my contact then? Pleasure to meet you"

[member="Saffron"]

 

[Saffron]

[member="Glavo Pahro"]

“Namaste.” the young companion gave an incline of her head.

“Yes, I am here to be your guide.” she added with a gentle smile. Companions were still a rather curious thing for folk, but their presence and their skillsets were very well known. There was a sense of high-class zen that came along with the presence of a Companion. One naturally was inclined to feel a bit more at ease, curious perhaps, of their story and the like.

“Please, Mister Pahro, follow me.” a slender hand would gesture for the man to follow. They would be lead up towards the nearby conference room establishment where they could both rest and he could conduct his business with Miss Saffron.

“I hope your trip went well?”

 

[Julius Sedaire]

A wordless nod, and his agreement was given. Following her, he moved with a cat-like grace and fluidity. After so many years spent learning his trade, there were some reflexes and habits he couldn't quite shake. The irregularity to his step and stride, for instance, was bred into him from his studying of juyo, even though he wasn't and doubted he even would be in combat. Even if the purpose of his trip was to come to such a place for the express purpose of exchanging information so as to acquire a piece to build a new lightsaber. His hastily made one from the Outback was no fit weapon for a Blademaster, and so he began to acquire the pieces and parts to right that particular shortcoming.

"The ship is finally running a bit better, even if the fold-drive is still needing calibrating... But I must say, I am quite impressed at this establishment... I only hope I am not wasting anyones time with this meeting... That my knowledge will be useful..."

Though he was curious, a minorly gentlemanly bone in his body kept him from prying or flirting... This, as his red-headed secretary at Rhywens told him, was strictly business, and he must learn to act that part.

[member="Saffron"]

 

[Saffron]

[member="Julius Sedaire"]

Adira Vie replied with a cordial smile, her voice was serene as was her slow amble. "There is no need to fret, Mistah Pahro." She began, guiding the Corellian towards a glasssteel turbolift that would take them to the upper decks. There, under one of the large observatory sections, was where they would have their meeting.

"We do our best with the limited resources out here in the Kathal." even one trip took years at certain places. Those who were working on Arceneau Trade Stations this deep were well aware that this was a long haul station. Adira was quite comfortable with that.

"How about you, Mistah Pahro? What do you do?"

 

[Julius Sedaire]

"A bit of this, a bit of that. Mostly running a craft distillery nowadays. Trying to get my head on straight after my trip with.... Some friends... As caution, I wouldn't have anyone board the ship I came in. It has some odd security I haven't gotten to find out how to be turned off yet"

Which was the lazy way of saying it would null-burst anyone but him until he found out how to deactivate defense commands. And if the unknowingly triggered the fold-drive things were not going to end well. He bet ATC would need a new station.

Gesturing as they came to the destination, Julius showed a rare moment of gentlemanly behavior.

"A lady is always first"

[member="Saffron"]

 

[Saffron]

[member="Julius Sedaire"]


“Thank you.” the Companion would smile and give an incline of her head in gratitude. Entering, the two would stand in place while the lift’s doors would slide shut behind them. After a moment, it began to ascend.

“Do you bring any word from the local sectors?” time moved differently here. The Kathol Sector you were looking at years of travel, even under the hand of experienced pilots and even faster ships.

“And you mentioned a craft distillery?” interest was piqued, as if she wanted to learn more. Were he to tell her more, she would listen

“Where?”