Terminus, Terminus System, Outer Planets Alliance
Ciara didn't like Terminus. That wasn't particularly surprising; she didn't like most planets, really, when you got down to it - too many people, acting like nothing was wrong. Like the Galaxy wasn't being ripped apart while you bought your karking groceries.
Fingers curled into a clenched fist, and then a few breaths. Shaky, at first, until they steadied. It isn't their fault. Rage had its place, but if Ciara took that rage out on the first convenient target, what was she? A Sith, but without all the gunships. And besides that, she needed to appear, at the very least, somewhat stable for this meeting. Which meant not bringing the disruptors, or the vibroblades, or the MGL. And it meant not snapping and murdering an innocent civilian or four.
The soldier removed her suit's helmet, holding it under her arm as she stepped into her destination - a Cantina, and a humble one, at that. Not the sort of place one expected to converse with a former Jedi Master, let alone one who'd fought the Dark Lord himself. A Judge, though? That felt oddly fitting.
Without so much as a word, and pointedly ignoring the curiosity, nervousness, even fear that accompanied her entrance, Ciara stalked towards the bar, and took a seat next to the human man with the scruffy looking beard.
"You fought at Pantora." Her voice was dull and flat, but her eyes were bright. Yellow, sulfurous. Gleaming with anger that didn't show any signs of subsiding, and hadn't for a long, long time.
Cotan Sar'andor