Halmad, Outer Rim Territories
The Dewback Lounge was one of the capital's most prominent and popular cantina's, which, in Amira's opinion, didn't count for much. By all accounts, Halmad should have faded into obscurity decades ago after its mining industry collapsed from within, but somehow the planet had managed to maintain its relevancy in the Outer Rim.
Maybe the Tiefling wasn't the best judge, given her current mood. The word on the street was that the lounge's proprietors were working overtime to supplement the lounge's income, but not by peddling Halmad Prime—which was a given on this planet—but by trafficking drugs and species alike. Both of which were highly illegal in Sith Space.
There was a major art exhibition this weekend, and Sith Peacekeepers were stretched thin in preparation for the influx of tourists and off-worlders. Given her work on Eriadu, Amira was called in to lend a hand on the investigation after law enforcement received numerous, reliable tips from concerned citizens, but as the hours dragged on and the sung hung low, Amira began to question their validity. She had been sitting here all day, on the rooftop opposite the Dewback Lounge, and she was bored to ears. Stakeouts were as tedious and drawn out as ever. Customers had trickled in and out of the lounge all day, but there had been no signs of suspicious activity. Not even so much as a cantina brawl gone wrong.
The highlight of the day was the street vender who'd tripped over his own cart and landed face first in a crate of melons, and that was hardly newsworthy. If nothing turned up soon, she'd wait until dark and sneak around the back. A little breaking and entering usually yielded results. @LouJoVi
Maybe the Tiefling wasn't the best judge, given her current mood. The word on the street was that the lounge's proprietors were working overtime to supplement the lounge's income, but not by peddling Halmad Prime—which was a given on this planet—but by trafficking drugs and species alike. Both of which were highly illegal in Sith Space.
There was a major art exhibition this weekend, and Sith Peacekeepers were stretched thin in preparation for the influx of tourists and off-worlders. Given her work on Eriadu, Amira was called in to lend a hand on the investigation after law enforcement received numerous, reliable tips from concerned citizens, but as the hours dragged on and the sung hung low, Amira began to question their validity. She had been sitting here all day, on the rooftop opposite the Dewback Lounge, and she was bored to ears. Stakeouts were as tedious and drawn out as ever. Customers had trickled in and out of the lounge all day, but there had been no signs of suspicious activity. Not even so much as a cantina brawl gone wrong.
The highlight of the day was the street vender who'd tripped over his own cart and landed face first in a crate of melons, and that was hardly newsworthy. If nothing turned up soon, she'd wait until dark and sneak around the back. A little breaking and entering usually yielded results. @LouJoVi